A Bimbo Finds her Ken
The day of their meeting arrived, and Jilly dressed meticulously, her outfit chosen to show off her curves and play into her bimbo persona. She wore a tight, low-cut dress that barely contained her ample breasts and a pair of high heels that made her legs look like they went on forever. She applied her makeup thickly, with a glossy pout and batted her eyelashes at her reflection. Her glasses, which she had picked out specifically for the occasion, had thick, clear frames that made her eyes look doe-like and innocent, the perfect contrast to the whore she was about to become.
When she walked into the dimly lit cafe, she spotted Ken immediately. He was everything she had hoped for and more. His silver hair was slicked back, and his eyes locked onto her the moment she entered, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She approached the table, her heart racing, and took a seat opposite him. He took her hand in his, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze before raising it to his lips for a kiss. The simple gesture sent a bolt of lust through her body, and she felt her pussy clench.
Without wasting a moment, Ken slid his hand up her thigh, his fingers brushing against her smooth skin. The cafe was crowded, but no one seemed to notice their not-so-subtle display of affection. His touch grew bolder, and before she knew it, his fingers were pushing aside the fabric of her panties, delving into her wetness. Jilly gasped, her eyes widening behind her glasses as she felt his thumb press against her clit. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"
Their conversation was peppered with his dominating commands, making her squirm in her seat. He told her to play with her tits, and she complied, her nipples hardening as she pinched and pulled at them. Ken's eyes never left hers as he slid two fingers inside her, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing her until she was on the edge of orgasm. His other hand found its way to her mouth, and he pushed a finger in, mimicking what he would soon be doing with his cock. She sucked eagerly, her mind swirling with the delicious taste of her own desire and the promise of what was to come.
As the cafe grew louder and more crowded, their actions grew bolder. Ken leaned in, his lips claiming hers in a bruising kiss that left her breathless. His tongue probed her mouth as his fingers worked her pussy, and she moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by their passionate embrace. The risk of being caught only served to heighten her arousal, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her.
Just as she was about to climax, Ken pulled away, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He leaned back in his chair, his hand still buried in her pussy, and said, "Not yet, my little slut. We've got all night." The promise in his voice had Jilly begging for more, her body on fire with need.
He withdrew his fingers, glistening with her arousal, and held them up to her face. "Look what a mess you've made," he said, his voice a low, gruff growl. "You know what happens to dirty little sluts who don't clean up after themselves?"
Without hesitation, Jilly opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the juices from his fingers. The taste of herself, mixed with the scent of him, was intoxicating. She took his entire hand into her mouth, sucking and cleaning each digit with an enthusiasm that was both obedient and hungry for his approval. Ken watched her with a mix of amusement and lust, his cock growing harder at the sight of her submission.
"That's a good girl," Ken murmured as he watched Jilly clean his fingers with a fervor that made his cock throb. His grip on her hand tightened as he guided her mouth, ensuring she didn't miss a single drop. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her - eager and hungry for his every command. "Now, let's go someplace more private," he said, his voice a seductive purr.
When she walked into the dimly lit cafe, she spotted Ken immediately. He was everything she had hoped for and more. His silver hair was slicked back, and his eyes locked onto her the moment she entered, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She approached the table, her heart racing, and took a seat opposite him. He took her hand in his, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze before raising it to his lips for a kiss. The simple gesture sent a bolt of lust through her body, and she felt her pussy clench.
Without wasting a moment, Ken slid his hand up her thigh, his fingers brushing against her smooth skin. The cafe was crowded, but no one seemed to notice their not-so-subtle display of affection. His touch grew bolder, and before she knew it, his fingers were pushing aside the fabric of her panties, delving into her wetness. Jilly gasped, her eyes widening behind her glasses as she felt his thumb press against her clit. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"
Their conversation was peppered with his dominating commands, making her squirm in her seat. He told her to play with her tits, and she complied, her nipples hardening as she pinched and pulled at them. Ken's eyes never left hers as he slid two fingers inside her, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing her until she was on the edge of orgasm. His other hand found its way to her mouth, and he pushed a finger in, mimicking what he would soon be doing with his cock. She sucked eagerly, her mind swirling with the delicious taste of her own desire and the promise of what was to come.
As the cafe grew louder and more crowded, their actions grew bolder. Ken leaned in, his lips claiming hers in a bruising kiss that left her breathless. His tongue probed her mouth as his fingers worked her pussy, and she moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by their passionate embrace. The risk of being caught only served to heighten her arousal, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her.
Just as she was about to climax, Ken pulled away, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He leaned back in his chair, his hand still buried in her pussy, and said, "Not yet, my little slut. We've got all night." The promise in his voice had Jilly begging for more, her body on fire with need.
He withdrew his fingers, glistening with her arousal, and held them up to her face. "Look what a mess you've made," he said, his voice a low, gruff growl. "You know what happens to dirty little sluts who don't clean up after themselves?"
Without hesitation, Jilly opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the juices from his fingers. The taste of herself, mixed with the scent of him, was intoxicating. She took his entire hand into her mouth, sucking and cleaning each digit with an enthusiasm that was both obedient and hungry for his approval. Ken watched her with a mix of amusement and lust, his cock growing harder at the sight of her submission.
"That's a good girl," Ken murmured as he watched Jilly clean his fingers with a fervor that made his cock throb. His grip on her hand tightened as he guided her mouth, ensuring she didn't miss a single drop. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her - eager and hungry for his every command. "Now, let's go someplace more private," he said, his voice a seductive purr.
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