Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

MIKE

I couldn’t believe she did it. I thought she might. I hoped she would. Yet, I still wasn’t sure. Her stroking my cock while I was ordering dessert was incredibly hot and it got even hotter when she wrapped her lips around my cock and began blowing me. After a couple of minutes of sucking she did something new and I immediately grabbed the table with both hands. My cock felt like it was swimming in an ocean of warmth all the while she kept bobbing on my dick. As I felt my cum beginning to bubble in my balls, the waiter returned with the cheesecake I had ordered. I grunted a thank you and he caught on to what was happening underneath the table. He gave me a knowing smile and wink and left me alone to shoot my load.

JASMINE

Desperate to taste his cum and please him, I continued sucking and noticed his legs stiffen, like he always did when he came, and I was soon rewarded with a large load of his hot seed. I kept his cock in my mouth, extracting every last drop of his sperm. Once I felt his cock begin to shrink, I took his cock out of my mouth. I heard him say the coast was clear and I quickly crawled out from underneath the table and back onto my chair. I immediately looked at Mike and said, “That is the best dessert I have ever had.”

He smiled. “I thought you would like it.” I watched him as he clearly was trying to put his cock back in his pants.

“It is a taste that never gets old,” I admitted.

His smile remained. “You have learned some new tricks.”

“Well, I was a lot younger and inexperienced when we were together.”

“Well,” he said, as he handed me a fork for the cheesecake he had ordered, “whatever you were doing with your saliva was amazing. I was trying not to come so quick, but I couldn’t help it.”

Going for broke, I flirted. “Well I hope you have some left for later, I was hoping for a late night snack.”

“Jasmine, the night has just got going,” he said, foreshadowing a naughty night of sin, I hoped.

MIKE

All the naughty innuendo had my dick already rising in my pants, so I changed the topic to non-sexual conversations. “How long you here for?”

“One more night,” she replied.

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“It was a conference. Mostly the same babble I have heard for years, although I did get some cool new ideas for teaching with a Smartboard.”

“Cool,” I replied, as I finished my half the cheesecake. An awkward silence lingered. I glanced at my watch and saw that I only had twenty-five minutes to get to our second stop on the seduction tease. “We need to get going if we are going to get to our next location, gorgeous.”

She took the last bite of her cheesecake before inquiring, “And where would that be?”

Taking a second risk, my smile faded and was replaced by a serious facade. “Let’s make something clear Jasmine, tonight I am master and you are my willing slave. Is that understood?”

JASMINE

I couldn’t believe the words out of Mike’s mouth. After all these years of desperately wanting such forcefulness, I was still incredibly stunned when it happened. Part of me, the feminist side, was like ‘what a pretentious little prick making such a forward and degrading statement’, yet, not surprisingly, the much bigger naughty side was like ‘about fucking time’. I looked him dead in the eye, but didn’t speak. I wanted him to sweat a little. Then, keeping my eyes locked on his, I responded, “Yes, understood.”

The smile returned to his face, “Excellent. Let’s get going.”

“Yes, Master,” I responded purposefully, which seemed to startle him a bit. He grabbed my hand and we walked out of the restaurant. I was dying to know where we were going next and was pleasantly surprised when we arrived at a Broadway theatre. I looked up and saw we were going to see Miss Saigon, a musical I had wanted to see forever, although Mike could not know that. He handed the man two tickets and we went inside. We got in line for a drink and he ordered, “Get some chocolate almonds, a glass of red wine and yourself whatever you would like.”

“Sure thing,” I responded.

He gave me a look of impatience, but said nothing. I was confused by the look until I realized he was expecting a different response. I gave him exactly what he was expecting. “Sure, Master.”

A couple of others looked my way, hearing my words and probably heard his degrading response, “That’s better slut, don’t you dare disappoint me again.”

He handed me a couple of twenties and turned and walked away towards the washroom while I turned back in line to wait, my panties already damp. Humiliation burned slightly, knowing others heard him call me a slut. Yet, such words only made me hotter. I was also frustrated. All I wanted to do was go back to the hotel and fuck the shit out of him. I got our wine and almonds and looked for him. A woman about my age looked at me with disdain. I assumed she heard our brief conversation. I contemplated saying something, but decided not to start a scene. Mike returned a few seconds later and took his drink.

MIKE

“Thanks, are you ready for the show?” I asked.

“Yes, Master,” she replied, like the good sub I knew she was.

I took her hand and led her up the stairs to our third level balcony. Our semi-secluded seats were excellent and would be shared with one other couple. We sat down in the far two seats, me in one at the end and Jasmine beside me. Now I eagerly waited to see who else would join us, as I hoped to push Jasmine even more if I had the right couple arrive. We held hands like a sweet normal couple while we waited for the show to begin. Just a couple of minutes before the show started, the other couple arrived and a devious grin crossed my face. They were probably just a couple of years out of high school and would be the perfect pair to humiliate Jasmine.

I greeted the young couple, “Well, you are a rather young couple. What is the occasion?”

The guy responded, “It is our two-year anniversary.”

“Well Happy Anniversary,” I responded, “I am Mike and this is Jasmine.”

He responded, “I am Harold and this is my fiancée Ellen.” We shook hands and the girls did their girly thing.

Before I could push the envelope a bit more, the lights dimmed. Ellen sat beside Jasmine and I smiled as my plan began to fell into place. We watched the first act like a normal couple, holding hands. Jasmine, as expected, was right into the show. When the break started, I began the test, “Ellen and Harold, what would you like from the bar?”

Harold responded, “Oh no, we can get our own.”

I waved him off. “Oh, no, no, I wouldn’t think of it. It is your anniversary and it is the least I can do.”

“Well that is really nice of you. I would like a white wine and Ellen would you like the same?”

“Sure,” the cute fake blonde replied, “thanks very much.”

“No problem Ellen. Jasmine, please get two white wines and two red wines,” I politely asked, like she was my servant.

Ellen stood up and offered, “I will come with you Jasmine.”

Jasmine’s face went white as she realized what I was making her do. She gave me an ‘are-you-serious’ look and when I didn’t respond with any sympathy she stood up and said, accepting her humiliation, “Yes, Master.”

Ellen looked stunned by Jasmine’s words, but followed Jasmine as she left to get our drinks.

Harold had a look of utter confusion. I explained, “Sorry if that surprised you a bit. Jasmine is my submissive slave. She obeys any order I command.”

“Really?” Harold asked, flabbergasted.

“Oh yes, many women are submissive at heart and need to be told what to do.”

“Ellen would never,” Harold began.

“Don’t be so sure, I had no idea that Jasmine was submissive till years after we broke up. Girls who are proper and dignified in public and have to be in charge at work often need to let go when outside of work. They need to be told what to do.”

“I just can’t imagine,” Harold said, clearly reflecting on his own situation.

JASMINE

Ellen and I walked in silence to the line. I could tell she wanted to ask, so I finally explained, “I am sure you are curious about what you just heard.”

Her face was red with embarrassment. She whispered, “I just can’t believe someone as classy as you would call your husband Master.”

I smiled at the thought of Mike as my husband and at being called classy. I whispered back, “You must understand that many women are naughty deep down. They crave a certain sort of discipline in the bedroom. You see I am a teacher and always in charge at work. When I am not working, I want to just let someone else make my decisions. Does that make any sense?”

Ellen contemplated my words. “I guess.”

I asked frankly, “Does Harold please you in the bedroom?”

Her face went ruby red, “Oh my.”

“No seriously, do you come?”

Her face went even redder if that is possible, assumedly embarrassed by such a question being asked by a stranger. She stammered, “No, never.”

We got to the front of the line and ordered our wine. Once we were walking back to the men, I pulled her aside. “I am going to tell you a secret.” I could tell Ellen was eager to hear my words of wisdom. “I never came either until I realized what I needed.”

“And what was that?” Ellen asked.

“To be submissive. To just do what I am told. I am sure Mike is going to test me in front of you, but even though it may be embarrassing and undignified for a lady, especially at such a classy event, I will obey whatever he orders.”

“Like what?” the very curious girl asked, clearly trying to process this strange conversation.

“Honestly?” I asked.