Frank's Angels Fantasy #002

"Angel. Don't cook dinner tonight. We're going out."

My eyebrows arch up at this announcement. I don't mind going out to dinner, but I do love cooking for my Sir. Cooking is only one of the many labors of love I perform for him every day. At the same time, if he wants to eat out, that is his choice.

"Yes, Sir." I reply. "How does Sir want me dressed for dinner?" I wonder if this is formal or casual.

"That nice long black dress of yours." he tells me after a slight pause. "And your paisley shawl." he nods, no doubt picturing me in the black dress, which I rarely wear.

"Of course, Sir." I tell him.

I go about my day as I always do, save starting dinner when I usually do. After a shower, I put on a lightly floral scented lotion and my black lace bra, followed by my black dress.

When I hear the key in the lock, I go to stand beside the door, after putting the shawl around my shoulders. He greets me and kisses me deeply. It is then I notice that he has not come home alone.

Stephen is one of Sir's good friends. With him is his girl, Dana. I smile and nod in greeting to her. She looks a bit nervous. From what I have been told, she is new to Stephen and the Lifestyle both.

"Before we go." my Sir says, stepping into the house. He says nothing more, but walks into our bedroom. After a moment, he returns, and I see he has something black and round in his hand. He moves to his chair and taps the arm of it. "Come here, my Angel. Lift your leg on the arm of the chair, please."

That is all I need to hear to know the round black thing is the remote control vibrating egg Sir got me a month or so ago. I had only worn it around the house until now. Sir had warned me that someday I would wear it out in public and he wanted me to practice looking as normal as possible when I did, despite the pleasure the vibrations gave me. And so now the black dress made perfect sense. My wet spot would not show up quite so badly.

I replied without hesitation. "Yes, Sir." and I walked to the chair and lifted my leg onto its arm. He caressed my leg, pushing my long skirt past my knee and up my thigh. Moving the leg, he spread me open and I closed my eyes as he inserted the egg himself. Then he kissed my inner thigh and pulled my skirt back down.

"You may lower your leg, my Angel." he told me, and I did. I stayed by his side as he stood and looked over at Stephen and Dana. "Let's go."

Dana bit her lip and looked at me with something like mixed envy and pity. There was something about her look that told me no one had ever done this to her and she wasn't sure how she might react. It wasn't my worry. My Sir wanted this, and he would have it.

In the car, my Sir and Stephen sat up front and we girls sat in the back seat. After buckling up, I smoothed my skirt as Sir started the engine. I knew the remote would be near to his hand. He kept it on his key chain. And before we were out of the driveway, I started very slightly as he turned it on low for the first time.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dana look at me, sharply. I smiled reassuringly at her. Nothing was wrong. Just some incredibly delicious vibrations deep inside of my pussy.

She bit her lip. "Are you wearing panties?" she whispered, sounding concerned.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "No. I'm not." I replied, simply.

My Sir and Stephen talked throughout the drive, but Dana seemed very shy and a little bit worried. In a low whisper I asked her if she had a vibe in as well and she shook her head. "I couldn't. I .. I'd just die!"

Grinning I smiled at her. "What Sir wants, Sir gets." I shared my overall life philosophy. But I sighed in relief when Sir turned the vibe off.

She sighed deeply, apparently realizing this for herself. The rest of the trip was spent in silence with Dana looking out of the window and chewing on her lip, nervously.

The restaurant was a lovely place. Sir pulled up and a valet opened the door for him. As Stephen got out the other side, the valet opened the door beside me, and I exited, followed by Dana. Reservations had been made ahead of time and I stayed near Sir as we were shown our table. He turned the vibe on as we walked and I paused only a moment in my walking, but did not stumble or in any other way shame my Sir in public.

At the table, Sir pulled out my chair and seated me, as Stephen did the same for Dana. Once Sir was seated, he turned the vibrator on what I knew was the high setting. I straightened my shoulders and cleared my throat as I was handed a menu.

"Thank you." I smiled at the waiter, both hoping and not hoping that he suspected what I had vibrating inside of me.

When eating out, I knew I was allowed to give Sir three choices of what I wanted to eat. From there, he decided what I would have. My voice wasn't even shaky while I gave him my choices and he smiled in pride at me. As the others perused the menu, Sir turned the vibrator on all three of its settings three separate times.

Once Sir and Stephen had ordered for Dana and I, we fell into small talk. Stephen watched me, and I knew he was looking for signs that the vibrator was on or off. For the most part, I was able to give few signs when Sir was manipulating me. The occasional straightening of my already straight shoulders and the clearing of my throat in lieu of the moans that wanted to come from my lips.

Stephen looked at Dana more than once, also looking for her reaction, is my guess. His girl watched me, and the look on her face was somehow pitying. I couldn't help but smile at her. What was happening to me wasn't anywhere near as embarrassing as I had feared it would be. Sir knew what he was doing, letting me get used to the feel in private so I would not give myself away in public.

I squirmed slightly when our meals came. The vibrations came whenever Sir saw fit to send them and he turned it on as soon as he saw the waiter coming with the food, I think. My clit was begging for a touch I knew would not come, at least not then. I am very clitoral and Sir was well aware that, without stimulation on my clit, I would get turned on, get wetter and wetter, but I would not cum.

The waiter saw my squirm as he set the plate before me. I saw his nostrils flair, and I suspect he could smell my sexual excitement. However I only smiled at him and said, in a voice that was shaking almost imperceptibly, "Thank you."

He nodded at me and, once all had their meals, took his leave. Then Sir turned the vibrating egg off and kept it off as we ate. Knowing that we were going out to eat, I had fasted during the day, which allowed me to clean my plate. Again, my Sir smiled at me in pride for finishing all my food, as he knew I was a very light eater.

Once the meal was over and the waiter came to clear our plates and ask us if we wanted desert, Sir turned the vibrator on high and casually ordered desert for himself and coffee for me. A small moan escaped me when he did this, but I was able to play it off by saying. "Ah, yes. Coffee would be wonderful, Sir. Thank you."

As subtly as I could, I moved my hips each time Sir turned the vibrator on throughout desert. I sipped at my coffee, enjoying it immense,y right along with the incredible vibrations in me. Using the great tasting coffee as an excuse, I was able to allow myself a few moans of pleasure.

Desert over and my coffee a memory, Sir paid the check and we stood to leave. As I was with my Sir, I was not required to cover my hair with my shawl, as I would have been had I not been with him. As a result I could use my shawl to cover the wet spot on my skirt. I draped it at my elbows until it covered my ass.

I shuddered visibly, I know, when Sir ran a finger along my neck, bringing pleasure to me as we began to leave the restaurant. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I thought I saw men looking at me, on my Sir's arm. I hoped I was making him proud of me and that my behavior reflected well on him.

The valet brought the car around and as we waited, sir put the vibrator on its medium setting. I licked my lips but stood still, fighting the urge to buck my hips. Tightening my grip on my Sir's arm, I welcomed the deep kiss he gave me, allowing a shaky moan to escape from my mouth and enter his. He turned the vibe off when the car arrived.

Seated in the back again, I sat back, slightly. Dana sat beside me and touched my elbow as Sir and Stephen got situated. "Are you alright?" she whispered, looking at me with concern.

Chuckling, I whispered back, "I am so turned on right now I can barely see straight."

Pulling off, my Sir looked at me through the rear view mirror. "You may let go a little bit, my Angel. I am very proud of you." he smiled. "No cumming." he warned.

"Of course not, Sir." I replied and sat back a bit more, resting a bit. The four times Sir turned on the vibrator on the way home, I was able to moan softly at the feeling, grabbing onto the seat and closing my eyes in bliss. When I opened them each time, I saw Stephen watching me with a small smile on his face.

Sir had the vibe on as we pulled into the driveway but turned it off as we all got out of the car. He led me into the house and tot he couch, where he sat me down before I fell down. Stephen sat in the chair Sir had been in when he inserted the vibrator and motioned for Dana to kneel at his feet, which she did quickly and gracefully.

"Is my Angel wet?" my Sir asked me with a small smile.

Rubbing my thighs together, I nodded. "Very wet, Sir." I told him.

He nodded. "Spread your feet apart on the couch, hike up your skirt and open yourself to me, my Angel." he ordered.

I whimpered, even as I complied. "Yes, Sir."

Sir stroked my inner thigh, but looked over at Stephen and Dana. "She has a beautiful pussy." he told them, although Stephen had seen my pussy before now.

Dana said nothing, but Stephen looked at my bare and exposed pussy, "She's glistening, Frank." he noted.

I felt my Sir's hand move down my thigh. "That she is." he agreed. "So slick, my girl is." and I felt his hands on my pussy, sliding over my slick lips and my clit.

Crying out in the pleasure of my Sirs hand on me, I arched my hips, wanting the touch never to end.

"You are so close, my Angel." my Sir's voice sounded so calm to my ears. "What does my girl want?" he asked, his hand moving firmly around my pussy lips and clit, bringing me closer with every pass.

I whimpered and looked at him with every ounce of the incredible love I felt for him in my eyes. "Please, Sir." he begged. "Please make me cum."

Sir smiled at me and kissed me softly. His hand moved a bit faster. "Soon, my Angel." he promised me.

Moaning, I could just barely get out the "Yes, Sir." as he kept playing with the pussy I'd given him. I let my eyes move to Stephen and Dana. Stephen was watching my pussy closely, but Dana's eyes were averted. It wasn't too long before Stephen noticed. "Watch and learn, girl." he commanded her, and she lifted her head to watch my Sir masturbate me.

The fingers on me changed slightly. Hooking two fingers, my Sir inserted them in me, brushing my clit with his thumb. "Talk to me, my Angel." he commanded.

With a whimper, I began to speak. "Sir. You make me feel so good."

He smiled at me. "Stephen and Dana are watching you, baby girl." he reminded me. "How does that make you feel, my Angel."

"Excited, Sir." I told him. "They are watching you play with the pussy that is yours." I arched my hips and moaned again. "And it makes me even more excited, Sir."

He began to finger fuck me more quickly. "I love showing off my good girl." he told me ... of maybe he was telling Stephen and Dana. "Who controls when you cum, Angel?" he asked me.

"You, Sir." I whimpered. "You control when I cum. You make me cum. This is your pussy. Your clit." I gasped as the fingers were removed from my pussy and began rubbing in earnest on my clit. "Gods! Oh my Sir. Please. Please. I want to cum for you. Please!" I began to beg again.

The fingers on my clit sped up and the pressure on it increased. "Cum for me, my Angel. Cum for your Sir."

I did ... and I came hard for him. "Sir!" I screamed as I came for him. "My Sir!" my hips arched and bucked under his hands. He slowed but did not stop.

"Good girl." he encouraged me. "Cum for me, Angel. Keep cumming for me, baby."

He slowed enough for the first powerful orgasm to begin to wane, but as it did he began rubbing it again. I cried out again, just barely seeing Stephen and Dana watching my Sir making me cum. My hips bucked more and I could feel another orgasm on the heels of the first.

"Sir!" I called out. "Sir! Please. May I cum again. Please!" I begged him. "I'm going to squirt!"

I saw his smile. "Cum again, Angel. Cum again for me."

The orgasm made me shake terribly, but it felt so good. I could feel the ejaculate come pouring out of me and saw a bit fly away from me and towards the coffee table. "Sir! Thank you, Sir!" I screamed my thanks as the orgasm overpowered me. With a will, I kept my legs open. Sir might not be done with me.

He slowed and laughed in joy. Smiling, he lifted his hand and I could see it was dripping where I had cum on it. This took his hand off of my clit and I collapsed onto my arms, my legs still wide open. Panting, I continued to thank him in a hoarse whisper.

Leaning into me, Sir kissed me deeply. "Good girl! I'm so proud of you." he told me. "Say good night and rest a bit. I am not done with you yet, Angel."

Swallowing in a dry throat, I sat up a bit and looked between my legs at Stephen and Dana. "Good night, Stephen. Good night, Dana. Thank you for watching me tonight." I offered a weak smile.

Dana nodded, her face red from blushing. Stephen smiled. "Always a pleasure." he told me. He stood and motioned for Dana to stand. I could see he had an erection in his pants and I felt a naughty flush of pride. "Let's go, Dana. I'll be using you damn well tonight, girl."

I did not get Dana's reply. I worked to control my breathing as Sir saw them out of the door. Once the door closed it was another minute or so before Sir pressed a glass of water into my hand, for me to drink. Drinking greedily, I then opened my eyes and looked at him.

He caressed my face and took the glass from me. "Bed, Angel." he commanded. "I will be there in a minute."

Standing on weak knees, I made it to the bed without incident, knowing that my Sir would use me well. Dinner had been a complete success!