........for Chris and me I need you inside my head, holding my mind, helping me grow to serve you. I'm cumming, I need it to be for you, I need your hands, fingers to touch inside me, allow me to open up, to beg for you, to push out the tears to fit your flesh with each warmth so hungry for your member to feed your needy slut, to engorge this body with your cum so richly. I would wait hours to get all the seed you could muster to fill me and claim my face and body. I'd want you to coat my face and take me out to a public place as it dried, your slut used for your desire, your seed crowning you King as I wear the most delicious cum as a mask protecting me, nourishing me, my softness crying because my mouth needs the flavor from the makeup I wear of you, my scent carrying to others where we wait for our food, then as you see the waiter come to the table knowing it's making me squirm so desperately from embarrassment, you push me down below the table as your pet with my head staying atop your thighs close to your crotch and stomach. The amazing rush I felt before...I knew what you were doing to keep me, you had me needing to scream which has now come from me as a flock of tears floating down my face into your jeans. you turn my head the rest of my body turning with you so that my face is eventually up and my back arched under the table away from you, my face upside down to you, your palm at my chin, you don't want the cum to wash off with my tears, your free hand is at my chin as I'm still in your lap drying as you see the food and point with the other hand as to who has what and the waiter finally leaves feeling strange about what he just saw. As soon as he is gone, you instruct me with your soft words and a push of your hand at my head to safely move deeper under the table so you can go to the bathroom, then as you leave the bench seating, you slap your thigh so I can see and hold your hand down to the side to lead me with you, I comply. It is so natural to me, so clean and free. I'm having trouble as you pull me up, I know all the others in the restaurant will see me when I am at your level, and fear what they will say or do when they see my King encrusted face, but part of me is so excited wondering if there are a few who know exactly what is on my face from their own experiences, sexually, and it makes me proud in that moment to wear your mark so brazenly as I walk sideways behind you thru the ailes of seating to the bathrooms that seem a mile away.

I start to feel an intense smile with a blush for you and your cum starts to drip from my sensitive place freely, finally we are at the door. I wait patiently as you give me the all clear to go inside with you.

To my surprise, there are two men in there washing their hands, I look at you with fear, and am not sure what's next but I know what my body has done today, and what it continues to do leaking with the life of you, your healthy sperm leaking from your even yummier now, warmths, your mix with mine causing odor so strong, so sexy in the air of a place people go to eat their food. So nasty to some, at the same time, making me smile to know exactly what you've done to me and for me. You know I'm nervous and trace with your finger the dry cum trails on my face to remind me I'm yours, to let me think of how I trust your guidance, your kindness flows always so true thru me, I need u with me so unendingly. You push me down to squatting, there you tell me to "open my warmths for use". So, I'm thinking, all I need now open is my hungry mouth, I'm so starving, my stomach growling, churning, the nothing inside except your cum from much earlier.

With that in my head, I start to gaze wide eyedly at your hard length inside your pants, I place my hands to your hips, fingers belting into the two loops they can reach, and feeling so animalistic, I press my mouth over the moundbuilding harder length inside those jeans and hum a scream deep into your skin thru the denim, of course it is muffled.

I need you, but after that time I needed to scream to cum this last one you've been pushing me past since we sat down to order food. I look up you tell me to speak I beg you, "May I please serve as your cum chamber?" It is so quiet, so I turn my head away and feel rejected as my eyes close. The two men hear our quiet conversation louder because I know I have to ask clearly for what only one man can give me. They stop what they are doing and watch us quietly carry on in the corner near the closed stalls. You bark at me, "Emmy!'' and pull my chin back up, your length taps my cheek, I instantly open my eyes and smile.

I open my mouth enough to feel your hand on my chin, you pull me from my chest without touching me, you know you have me.

The feel of the lengthhead of this beautiful man rests inside just at my tongue. I feel the tip so firm and velvety pushing past my dry lips to my warm wet tongue, drooling in all the excitement that consumes me wholly. I've never felt so freely open to you and I am so proud of this growth inside me you have provoked and encouraged, my hand on my pantyhose because I'm wearing what you picked for the evening a plunging v neck topped off with lace is red and vibrant as I feel, so slutty and displaying the tits at my braline that belong to you as much as your slut's warmths. My black skirt is riding up my thighs so close to my hips, legs spread wide open by my knees because of my squatting stance beneath you I almost fall because I feel the pantyhose press deep with my fingers into the moisture and I know it's coming thru the nylon, I can feel it. I raise it to my mouth and rub it against your lengthshaft, I can smell your strength from inside me, need to taste it in my lips so badly. Your hands push deep on the back of my head. I hear you coach me, "Take it, slut". I feel yur eyes and look up. My throat immediately opens, your fourth sweet warmth like a tight wet softness waiting to bleed of your pleasure I feel you stretch it open full on with your length pushing impossibly deeper, your pubes in my nose, balls so full at my chin so warm.

I want to toy them for you.

I start to cum loudly and nearly spit you out but you hold me and push me past it to help me focus, you feel the air of the scream up your shaft and release past your balls and my lips so stretched to their fullest potential. You start to hump my face and play my skull, I submit to be used, to be the fullest of your length as possible. I taste precum at the roof on an outstroke my tongue whips up fast to swipe it before you push back in. To my surprise, you don't.

You order me softly to stand, so automatically, I turn putting my hands up on the stall door next to us over my head.

I feel a hand come down spanking me, my hips buck and start to grind. I'm so full of my own precum and the feel of your length in my mouth, I'm not as hungry as I was, and I forget where we are. I know it was your hand. There is only one way you spank your slut to keep her in line, keep her attention. Another slap, but it's different, not from you. I start to turn around to see why and you shout, "No!" . I listen and do as I'm told.

just then a hand moves up my thigh.

I have my eyes closed, start dreaming that it is you. It pats my softness flat handedly like a light spanking, then I feel it grab hold of the top of my lips and then rip back the crotch of my hose. The air is opening my lips with the help of our cum from earlier. I want to touch it so bad. I hear you smile and tell me no not yet, cuz you know I need to feel and taste it.

I hear footsteps closer to me, its so warm compared to when my softness was freed. You pull my skirt up high, then modify my hose more so you have access to my soft place which you have taken from me to hold as yours. I know the feel of your hands and push back showing my need for you even more, you stop me and slap hard. I feel your sting and cry out, "please", louder than I have even yet. You grab my hips firm and with one hand move up my neck to push me down, I start to feel hands up my shirt gripping my tits thru my bra also red as ordered before we went out on our day together. I start to breathe in hard like I do when a man goes to kiss me and I feel scared but then u slap my soft place again and with the hand from my neck, you let go and place your length in position at your sloppy wet hungry softness. You play it deep into me, I scream but am muffled by another hand, then there is one at my throat. I calm, I stop being scared and feeling suffocated, I feel that fat length open me deep to keep my softness from snapping back so tightly between plays, you start to pound me, play me, slap me, spank me.

I keep my eyes closed only seeing the face of a King, my King more importantly, the one who has me inside out. who protects me and feeds me beautifully as he feeds his own delicious need.

My teacher. Your fingers slide from my hips with a thumb pressing at the small of my back, your other fingers massaging my soft placecheeks, still slapping alternately one finger pushes hard into my sensitive place as you see your cum pushing out from it reminding you of our earlier fun as you play my softness it pushes and gushes out even more cum from my soft place. I hear you tell me "good slut, very good", one of the guys ask you to share and you tell him to please leave, he's no longer needed, he goes into a stall to masturbate and I hear him hes ready to cum and you just keep playing me deeper and harder as if you could open me anymore as it is. I start to scream, Ipm cumming so deep with your throbbing wet meat so hard and full inside your cunt.

I feel the throbbing, the growing even more of your length and I say, "please", more than twice to beg you.

You tell me to hurry up and get down. You nearly whisper to the other man "now" and he is off to the direction of the sink. I hear water running, you push your soaked thingy into my eagerly waiting mouth, and the guy is washing my face with a warm paper towel as my tongue works your sweet length just covered in us. I tease the warmth with my tongue nearly probing it, moaning and feeling and still grinding my hips. I feel like such a fiend, your play bitch. I hear the man in the stall cumming hard, I know he's let go, he's hollering in amazement, not sorry for getting the chance to relieve himself completely. Not unthankful for the scene he was allowed to participate in. To see a trained slut work for her Dom, submit to him easily, as I will for you. I feel a type of mourning for the cum that will not be on my face to mark me, then you cum in my mouth. I feel it splash against my tongue, then it ricochets to my inner cheek. I swallow quickly and suck desperately like a shake that hasn't softened yet thru a straw, I want every drop. You read me and take it from my mouth after I get the massive part of your load, you tell me dinner is getting cold as it waits for us and smear the remaining on my lips like a gloss. You pull me up by my hand, then wipe my softness with the broad of your fingertips and I turn on the sink as you wash your hands and I do the same as i enjoy your cum fill my stomach.

A perfect appetizer for the new foods I'm going to try today, although I'm not normally open to such a thing, today feels special for me and I want to celebrate my bliss.

I want you here so badly.

You tell me, "Five seconds after I leave the door behind me, you will follow.", and so I do with my skirt back down, my shirt in order and just one run down my inner thigh of my hose. A scent unforgettable, carrying only fresher than before and more as my fluids in my self cleaning vat of lust does it's duty as I have done mine. Well, until it's time for dessert. I walk back to the table close enough behind you, some of the patrons realize what has taken place. And as they finish their dinner, they will walk out to their vehicles thinking of what hotel is the closest for their most urgent of needs. As you and I enjoy our meal, you ask "Is my softness leaking?". You get your favorite blush for an answer and then continue, "...

tell me, Emmy.", so I say, "yes", and you say, "very well".

We eat, and I continue to throb. While not being able to stop staring at you taking each bite, you don't pay much attention, then I see you smile. You know I love to see a man eat. You know I'm daydreaming, and that I'm calm because you are with me.

Until we get to the hotel room and you are able to once again distract me, I'm going to be in a daze. I've needed you for so long, and finally you are here. Love you. em He rules my soul, he guards my depths. He is my King, he knows I've wept.

He pulled me out, I fear no more. I look to him, I am adored.--Emily Dawn