“Good night, madame,” says Isabella, decreasing the pitch of her voice and taking over a correct French accent. “My title is François,” she continues, enunciating very clearly, “and I might be your waiter. Would you want to listen to our specials?”
“No, thanks,” Isabella then says in her personal voice. “Please inform chef Gordon that I might be having my standard meal tonight.”
“Very properly, madame,” she replies to herself, dipping her head in a slight bow.
Isabella wears a luscious black lace night robe with lengthy sleeves; it hugs her full determine. Her darkish hair is tied right into a neat bun atop her head, and a tasteful oeuvre of mascara and eyeshadow spotlight the whites that encompass her deep brown eyes.
She sits on the finish of a meticulously dressed eating desk, and the one place that’s set is her personal. The silverware sits aside extensively, and two glasses, certainly one of crystal-clear water, and the opposite of wealthy crimson wine, relaxation to the fitting aspect of her setting. A serving cart is stationed beside her inside arm’s attain, with a silver tray lined by a big dome lid.
“So…now what?” Kenji says.
Probably the most conspicuous merchandise on the desk is the physique of a person. He lays on his again together with his head, supported by a small pillow, on the finish reverse Isabella. His crisp, white gown shirt and black dinner jacket are properly fitted to his lengthy, skinny body, and his bowtie is just barely askew. Carrying nothing under his waist, his hairless butt rests proper on the fringe of the desk, immediately in entrance of Isabella. His knees are raised, and his ft supported by the armrests of Isabella’s huge, wood chair. A neatly folded material serviette is draped over his genitals.
“Do we actually have to do that?” he asks quietly.
With a little bit flourish, Isabella lifts the serviette to disclose the person’s genitals. Her eyes widen.
“Voila, madame,” she says in her French waiter’s accent. “Bon appétit!”
“Ooh, it is beautiful,” she replies to herself with a smile. “Thanks.”
Sitting up straight, Isabella tucks the cotton material into the entrance of her gown, between her giant breasts, and reaches for her utensils. Together with her knife, she pushes Kenji’s flaccid penis to the aspect and inspects it rigorously.
“Ah! Babe, it is chilly,” Kenji complains in a hushed tone.
Then together with her fork, she scoops up his balls and raises them gently. She lowers her head, bringing her nostril nearer, and breathes in his scent.
“Izzy, I do know I agreed to this, however come on,” Kenji says, elevating his head off the pillow.
Isabella units down her utensils with out acknowledging him.
“François? Excuse me–François?” Isabella calls out.
“Sure, madame. Is every little thing all proper?” he says, sincerely involved.
“I am unsure if this dish is as much as my requirements. Are you positive it was correctly sourced and ready? It is uncooperative. Are you positive the entire particulars had been taken care of beforehand?”
Kenji sighs.
“Oh, however after all madame. Chef Gordon at all times takes knowledgeable care of his most beloved guests. But when something appears off and you’ll not be fully happy, I might be completely satisfied to carry it again and return with one thing extra to your liking.”
“Okay, babe, wonderful,” concedes Kenji. “Please hold going. I am going to shut up.”
“Ah, no, it is my mistake, François,” admits Isabella. “Maybe I am a little bit distracted this night. I ought to by no means have doubted Chef Gordon. He is at all times so good to me.”
She picks up her utensils once more and tucks them beneath her armpit to heat them.
“Very properly, madame.”
Turning again to face the delectable show earlier than her, Isabella clicks again into her groove. She purses her lips and blows her heat breath gently over Kenji’s flaccid 4 inches, and on both aspect the place his thighs meet his pelvis.
No movement but, she notes.
With the blade of the warmed knife, she grazes the within of his left thigh, shifting down in the direction of his crotch.
Watching his cock rigorously, she notices a little bit twitch.
Then, with the fork, Isabella makes use of the ends of the tines to scritch the underside of his sack.
“Hmm,” Kenji lets slip, amused.
With the knife, Isabella softly strokes forwards and backwards alongside the size of his cock, as if she’s buttering toast. Lastly, it begins to swell, and she or he smirks impishly.
Because it slowly grows in dimension, Kenji’s cock sways and bobs, at first fluidly however then much less so. Whereas it is nonetheless half arduous and hanging downward, Isabella lifts the top of his cock together with her fork, lowers her personal head once more, and elements her lips. The fork in her hand eases the cock as much as her mouth, and she or he takes the top in, letting it relaxation on her scorching, moist tongue. With lips closed round it, she sucks on it gently.
Kenji moans softly, and in lower than a minute he’s almost totally erect.
Isabella dispenses with the utensils and brings her naked palms into play. Together with her proper, she lovingly cups and massages his balls whereas her left loosely wraps across the base of his penis. Her shiny black nail polish matches the color of his pubic hair. Maintaining her head nonetheless, and with eyes closed, she continues to suck on the top of his cock with a daily and pulsing rhythm of suction, filling and hardening it totally.
When she pulls her head again, Isabella’s lips launch Kenji’s cock with satisfyingly moist pop. Watching it, she licks the saliva from her lips and grins devilishly, enthusiastic about her subsequent transfer.
Greedy his shaft confidently together with her proper hand, she initiates a intentionally gradual stroke downward–this would be the first time since they started their play. Millimeter by millimeter, the arduous head of Kenji’s cock is revealed as his foreskin is pulled again. When the crown of his glans jumps free, and Isabella’s lengthy stroke lastly tugs at his frenulum, Kenji arches his again whereas an ample bead of pre-cum emerges from his cock and glides down his shaft.
“Fuck, Izzy, that is so good. I would like your pussy.”
Isabella is totally engrossed. Absolutely centered. She licks the fluid from his cock and enjoys the silky, viscous texture that coats her tongue.
“Significantly, when are we gonna fuck?” Kenji continues, tugging at his collar.
“Excuse me! I am so sorry–François?” Isabella releases Kenji’s dick and appears to the again nook of the room. Together with her eyes, she follows an imaginary determine because it swiftly approaches her desk.
“Oui, madame?” asks the waiter.
“I am terribly sorry, however the different patron over there’s talking so loudly. Would it not be doable to ask them to be extra thoughtful of different visitors?”
“Are you for actual?” Kenji grumbles.
“My expensive madame, after all. My apologies. I am going to maintain it immediately.”
“Thanks a lot,” she replies, elevating her glass of crimson wine to her lips earlier than taking an indulgent sip.
With the glass again on the desk, Isabella grips the bottom of his cock tightly with the primary fingers and thumbs of each palms. The purply blue veins on Kenji’s penis bulge, and extra fluid begins to run down from the tip. Bringing her face shut and shutting her eyes, she traces by really feel probably the most dominant veins together with her tongue. It follows a snaking path up the left aspect, throughout and down the fitting, then again up the middle, accumulating that succulent pre-cum. Her tongue ends its journey on Kenji’s frenulum, and she or he flicks her slick, pointed tongue over it back and forth.
“Ahh,” he sighs.
Happy together with her video games, Isabella wraps all her fingers round his shaft and begins to stroke him. She watches entranced as his foreskin extends and retracts in a easy, rolling movement, solely inches from her face. Her tongue unconsciously reaches out to tease the tip of his foreskin and urethra on the upstrokes.
Kenji breathes deeply and grips the perimeters of the desk.
Persevering with to stroke with solely her proper, Isabella’s left hand explores her physique. She runs her hand over her beneficiant hips, over her stomach, and as much as her busty chest.
The gown is a little bit small and feels tight round her giant breasts. To ease the stress, she pulls down on the plunging neckline and lets her left boob fall out with a bounce. Likewise, the fabric serviette comes free from her cleavage and falls into her lap. With a heavy palmful of her personal breast, she strokes Kenji a little bit sooner, and takes him again into her mouth.
The slight motions of his hips, the arch of his again, and the rise in his breath fee all sign to Isabella that Kenji is getting shut. Matching her deepening strokes, her head bobs up and down as she sucks him off expertly. There’s delight in her methodology, in her practiced maneuvers.
“Oh, fuck…”
As Kenji begins to return, he trembles on the tabletop, rattling the silverware by his aspect. Isabella controls the motion of her head rigorously and tightens her lips in order to not let something escape. Although her mouth fills saliva and scorching cum, she neatly retains all of it collectively. When his cock stops twitching and the stream of semen lets up, she swallows every little thing with a modest gulp. Isabella then removes him from her mouth and licks him clear earlier than sitting again upright and daintily wiping the corners of her mouth with the fabric serviette.
A second later, she adopts the French accent once more.
“Madame, was every little thing to your liking?” asks François.
“Oh, sure! Thanks,” she says, casually tossing her serviette over Kenji’s junk. “Completely scrumptious.”
“Glorious. Would you take care of a little bit dessert?”
“Why, sure, that might be marvelous! However first, if you happen to’ll excuse me, I merely should powder my nostril.”
Isabella tucks her heavy, hanging breast again into her lacey black gown, adjusts her bun, and rises whereas lifting Kenji’s leg and passing beneath it. She leaves the room.
“Uh, babe? Izzy?”
Uncertain about tips on how to proceed, Kenji decides it might be greatest to remain on the desk and wait. Staring on the ceiling of their house, he admires the delicate, flickering candlelight that hardly reaches it.
“I suppose that is fairly romantic,” he thinks.
Elevating himself onto an elbow, he reaches throughout the desk to seize the lone glass of wine and drinks down its remaining contents. When Isabella re-enters, he rapidly replaces the glass and lays again.
As soon as once more in her seated place, she speaks:
“Voila, madame. Le dessert est servi,” pronounces François.
The serviette is lifted.
Isabella reaches over to the serving cart that has but to be disturbed. She lifts a reflective dome lid to disclose a tray with a pair objects neatly organized there.
Listening to the refined ring of the lid because it clinks towards the tray, Kenji pipes up.
“Hey, so… Hear, I do know we did some speaking but–” he begins, nervously.
“What an indulgent, sinful little post-dinner delight,” Isabella declares excitedly to François. “One should take pleasure in it with care, consideration, and love. And, after all, savour each second.”
She kindly strokes Kenji’s thigh together with her hand.
“However after all,” agrees François, dismissing himself.
“Proper…yeah,” Kenji says, reassured. “Okay, let’s do it.”
She picks up the primary merchandise, a bottle of lube, and transfers it to her left hand. Then the following: a scorching pink, penis-shaped jelly dildo. She wiggles it playfully and smiles on the cute object. All issues thought of, it is slightly tame: solely about 5 inches lengthy and an inch huge on the largest level.
Isabella warms it for a second together with her mouth, and flicks open the bottle of lube together with her thumb. Then, she applies a wholesome pump of lube to the tip of the toy and spreads it round together with her finger. On the identical time, she shifts her hips back and forth, appreciating the sense of fullness that her not too long ago inserted butt plug offers.
As soon as the toy is prepared, Isabella turns her consideration to the puckered asshole in entrance of her. To chill out him, she brushes her lips and nostril alongside his thighs, and throughout the small hairs that pepper the realm. She will be able to scent the aromatic oil of his pores and skin, and the scent of his cum nonetheless lingers within the air regardless of her current disappearing act. After she begins to kiss his pores and skin, she presents the tip of the dildo to Kenji’s anus, and he inhales sharply.
Burying her face between his sack and his thigh, she hums and moans lovingly. Kenji can really feel the refined vibrations radiating by his pelvis and stress-free his muscle tissues. With none sense of urgency, she applies with the toy a delicate stress on his sphincter, coaxing it open a little bit extra.
“That sort of tickles,” Kenji says. Then he breathes deeply.
On his lengthy exhale, the tip of the dildo slips in about an inch deep. Completely happy, Isabella moans an extended, sultry tone into his sack, together with her nostril nuzzling the bottom of his penis. She lets his easy, limp cock lean throughout her cheek.
Whereas pumping the toy within the slightest, gentlest method, she turns her withstand nip and nibble teasingly at his shaft. In a few minutes, two thirds of the dildo have made it into Kenji’s ass, and he is arduous once more.
Isabella sits up straight and stimulates the nerve endings on the opening of Kenji’s anus with the dildo. Making the most of its versatile nature, she strikes it in tiny circles, akin to the sort of movement one would use to roll down the window of an previous automobile. All of the whereas, she rigorously works the pink toy in a little bit additional, till he is taken all of it in.
Together with her different hand, she as soon as once more takes maintain of his cock and notes the bodily proof of her attentive work. A easy squeeze fills the miniature properly that his foreskin creates on the tip of his dick with that heat, clear fluid. She strokes him, watching because it steadily coats his glans.
One other shift of her hips, and Isabella realizes that she herself is soaking moist. She desires to achieve down, hike up her gown, and plunge her fingers into herself, or toy together with her plug whereas rubbing her clit, however she’s too busy with the duty at hand. Fortunately, Kenji appears to be approaching his restrict. Isabella gleefully spits on the top of his cock and strokes him a little bit tougher.
“Oh…babe…” Kenji says quietly. He’ nonetheless not used to the best way anal and prostate stimulation impact the construct of his orgasm. It feels longer, bodily hotter, and in some methods extra intimidating and inevitable, like a heavy object gaining crucial momentum.
Pointing his cock straight up as she strokes him with management, she grips it with fingers unfold huge. Her index curls round on the high, leaping up and down throughout the crown of his glans. The remaining grip his shaft securely. Her thumb is held upright alongside the underside of his penis, with the pad of her thumb working up and down over his frenulum repeatedly. The dildo slides extra simply out and in of his ass now, and her pumps are synchronized together with her strokes.
“He is a goner,” Isabella thinks, smirking to herself.
“F-fuck…Fuuuuck!” Kenji moans, with full-body twitches. He tightly grips the perimeters of the desk once more to stabilize himself.
Cumming a second time, his ejaculation is much less forceful, however nonetheless splendidly satisfying to observe. As a substitute of capturing out in brief streaks of white, his semen flows up and out languorously, in sync with Isabella’s managed strokes. It runs down all sides of his shaft, and over the again of Isabella’s hand. Wanting one other style, she laps up a little bit bit whereas it is nonetheless heat.
When he is totally spent, Isabella let’s Kenji’s penis stoop exhaustedly towards his thigh, then she wipes her mouth and palms with the serviette. Thoughtfully, she additionally takes a second to wash up Kenji’s messy groin.
A second later, she stands beside the desk, wanting down at Kenji, who nonetheless pants softly. His physique melting into the tabletop, he appears to be like again at her, blinking slowly.
Sustaining direct eye contact, Isabella slips off her heels, pulls her tight gown as much as her waist, and climbs onto the sturdy dinner desk. With knees on both aspect of Kenji’s head, she positions her plump, huge hips over his shoulders, giving him full view of her soaking pussy–if she waited patiently sufficient, it might drip onto his face.
“That was an exquisite meal, expensive,” she whispers.
Isabella runs her fingers by his thick black hair and tussles it flippantly. She stares on the locks, silently admiring the color, the feel, the shine. Finally her fingers curl right into a fist, and she or he grips his hair tightly. Her eyes lock onto his once more.
Kenji nods lazily.
With that, Isabella licks her lips and lowers herself onto his face.
“Your flip.”