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Rom sits with her at the curved table in the corner. He wants her very close to him so they can talk quietly. Olivia notices his eyes intently moving up and down all over her body in a slow leisurely search, noticing how the coral top clings to her showing her taut nipples. He noticed that her long legs were crossed under the table and her arms lie atop the table. Rom orders dinner for the both of them and as they wait, he talks about their last couple of times in online chat.
She looks at his face with his tanned skin, green eyes and short black hair thinking he is all mine, as a soft sensual smile breaks out upon her luscious full lips. Rom groans softly as he watches her face form a perfect smile, making him very uncomfortable with a hard erection in his pants.
Rom smiles at her, as he hands Olivia the tea spoon he unwrapped with the silverware. He hands it to her saying, “Show me.” She takes the spoon being careful to not let anyone see and moves her hand with the spoon under the table placing it between her open thighs. She moans softly as she pushes it inside of her wet pussy, shivering as she moves it around deep inside gathering the juice that is thick inside of her. Rom watches her every move and squirms in his seat hearing her moan. Olivia smiles as she moves extremely slow bringing the spoon out and hoping to not drop it. She lays it upon the table beside his hand, breathing deeply she smells her musky scent. She smiles saying, “for you Master.”
Olivia watches him intently as he picks the spoon up placing it slowly into his mouth. She cries out softly, watching him suck down the juice and licking it clean. He growls deeply as he enjoys her taste. Rom looks at her smiling licking his lips. She mimics him, swiping her tongue over her lips and in a shaky voice she asks, “Are you pleased with your slave?”
The smile that breaks out on his face makes her weak in the knees and her stomach to clench tightly from pure excitement. He leans over to her, placing a kiss gently on her lips whispering, “Yes you have pleased me greatly.” They go back to eating their dinner, chatting the whole time, as the sexual tension builds the flames strongly between them. She leaned closer to him, listening to his words as they worked magic on her body. “I know you want my cock deep inside you. I will take my time teasing you and making you wait until I am ready.”
The meal was completed and upon leaving he takes her hand in his as they leave to stroll along the pier in the marina and looked at all the boats tied up gently lapping against the wharf with the cool breeze flowing around, whispering to them in the night. They walked further when Rom stopped to place his arm around her waist pulling her against him as they continued their way down the pier. He kept going until they were at the end of the wharf. He turned her, leaning her back against the rail. He pressed into her moving his body against her, as he softly kisses her neck. She opens her mouth gasping when he moves quickly to fill her mouth with his tongue. She feels his hard cock pressing into her through his pants and her dress molding her to him. She spread her legs slightly to move him more against her heat that was burning inside of her. His mouth slowly returns to her neck moving up to nibble on the lobe of her ear. Then he sucks hard on the lobe and lets it go sending shivers through her body. She opens her eyes to see a light on a boat. She blinks watching and moaning, seeing a lady on her knees with her hands in cuffs behind her back completely nude, sucking a man’s cock.
She whispers softly, so afraid to break away from what she is watching. “Look Master, look at the window on that boat.” He turns around and sees the two in the boat. She is on her knees sucking on his hard cock and as they watch Rom slides behind Olivia and pulls her back against him, as he runs his hands down her sides to move up under her dress. He moves his hands up to feel how hard her nipples are, pinching them between his finger and thumb, groaning as she gasps out loud. She leans back against him, feeling his hard cock pushing into her ass. He slowly moves his hands down over her tummy squeezing it and still moving his hands down to her thighs, pinching them. She slowly spreads her thighs. Olivia’s head is on his broad shoulder, turning it to whisper in his ear, “Please May I have those strong fingers of yours in my cunt Master?.”
He growls in his throat listening to her words, as the play havoc on his burning arousal. Inflaming him more as he moves his fingers, finding their way to her, parting her slick cunt lips, as she watches the mans cock sliding further into the woman’s mouth. Olivia’s knees bend slightly as she watches her suck him, feeling her Master’s fingers fucking her. Then instantly Olivia moves to kneel in front of Rom eagerly and quickly unzipping his pants. She looks up to await his approval and upon getting it, she reaches in taking his cock out opening her mouth taking him deeply into her throat. Rom turns with her so she can see the other woman. It’s like Olivia is competing with her.
She moans with her mouth stuffed full of her Master’s cock gagging as he hits the back of her throat. She hears him say, “Finger your cunt.” Rom’s eyes return from the sight on the boat to his slave taking his cock down her throat. He hears her gags and moans as he increases his movements as the man on the boat is doing. Rom says in a tight voice, “Cum now.” She hears his demand as he feels her mouth close down tightly on his cock, hearing her muffled scream and feeling her shoulders tighten from where his hands lie, as she starts shaking erupting into an intense orgasm. Rom bellows loud as his cum spurts down her throat. She continues to suck until he is completely empty then bathing his cock with her tongue cleaning him. Rom looks up to see they are the ones being viewed from the window of the boat by the couple. They wave and close the curtain as Rom pulls Olivia into his arms kissing her deeply as she places him back inside his pants hearing him say, “You are my slave.”
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