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Our drinks had arrived by the time I sat down, and I knocked back my vodka in one shot. I was more ready than I had ever been for anything in my life. I made out with Tyrell for a while longer, rocking my hips against him lewdly and moaning against his mouth.
The waitress brought another shot and I knocked that one back too. Tyrell squeezed my ass, bit my neck and I could feel his rigid member pressing up against my wet pussy through his jeans. I needed to be seen doing this, I needed to own it.
Something raw and powerful that sent me over the edge.
As Tyrell kept talking, kept saying filthy things to me, I worked myself to orgasm staring at the picture of his hard cock on Cam's phone. I took Cam by the hands, kissed him on his sweet lips, and we went to bed beaming.
I faked an exasperated huff, and changed direction to the makeup aisle. Then, more months still before we admitted that we wanted something different.
"Tyrell says you aren't allowed to wear anything at all under the dress." He said his face flushing with excitement. It had taken months of dancing around the subject before either of us had been able to admit that we were even unsatisfied with our sex life.
I had to do what he said, that was part of the game, but no one said I couldn't go a little farther just for me. I wrote what he told me to, on my right breast just where the dress barely covered it.
Then I pulled the bottom of the dress up, turned around and carefully scrawled "Filthy Slut" on my left asscheek. I turned completely to straddle him, and he pulled up my dress and squeezed my ass.
It was super tight, showed a lot of cleavage and even more leg. It wasn't anything I'd ever have picked out for myself, and I loved it. "You're going to take your husband's phone, and masturbate to those pictures." He demanded. " I asked in a breathy voice, trying both to get into the spirit of things and to gage his reaction. I don't know what it was, but I was extremely turned on by He was also to be obeyed by both Cam and I at all times during the date, though we were given a "safe word" to use if things went "too far" or if one of us became too uncomfortable. His name was Tyrell but apparently I was to call him "Sir", "Master" or "Daddy" at all times.He strode through the room exuding an aura of unshakable confidence. Then he guided my hand down to the crotch of his pants and placed it on his throbbing cock. "The little Slut's so wet, I'm not sure we'd make it all the way there." Tyrell said matter-of-factly.He smiled at us as he approached and it made me wet. "She'd be riding my cock in the backseat before we left the parking lot." I my face flushed hot with embarrassment, and then even hotter as he slid two fingers inside of me. "Go to the bathroom and write 'Property Of A Big Black Cock' on one of those incredible tits, then come back." He commanded.
Two swirling orbs of warm brown that I almost immediately got lost in. He and Tyrell were still talking, but I couldn't hear anything over my own pounding heartbeat. I walked to the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and pulled my dress down.