Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 13

"How about the new comic book movie, I heard... Mmmmm... knock it off, asshole." She started to explain why she wanted to see that movie, but was cut off quickly as the toy deep inside her came to life, sending a buzzing burst of pleasure to her core before once again disappearing. She noticed that this time it had been stronger, and she'd gone weak in the knees, but James hadn't let her fall.

"This is a date between two serious, beautiful people," he chided her. "If you want to see a nerd movie, then go out with a nerd next time. Now try again."

So this is the way it was. It really was a shock collar to teach her to make the right choices. Well, the right choices according to James that is. She took another look at the list of movies. What would he want to see? He'd want to see whatever made sense for a date of course, not that that helped Violet much as she'd been on precious few dates in her life. Something romantic probably was the right answer though. Eventually she said, "How about that romantic comedy then. The reviews weren't very good, but it looks like a date movie, right?" She waited in fear for another blast from his remote, but it never came. She had guessed right, this time.

smiled and lifted up the armrest so he could pull her close to him, and put his arm around her shoulder. Violet had to admit to herself as the lights dimmed and the previews started that this was kind

James leaned over to her and whispered, "God that's a hot little Hollywood whore. Why don't you have big tits like that?" While he was talking, she flushed with shame at the words, but that didn't stop James from grabbing her hand and moving it to his crotch so she could see how hard the

that familiar feeling shot through her. She'd been half expecting it this time, and managed to stifle the noise she made mostly, turning an erotic moan into the clearing of her throat. Just because Violet could hide the sounds, doesn't mean she could hide from the sensation though, and this time he didn't turn it off after a two second burst. This time he kept it on, and he

honestly I don't care who," James gloated. "Tell me, just how quiet do you think you can be when you cum like a whore and leave a wet spot on your dress and your seat?" Violet had no trouble imagining that scenario as the shame shot through her, competing only with the pleasure in terms of intensity. He'd be perfectly happy to let everyone in this room hear her moan like a whore as she came on his toy. She could feel it building already, and the shame was only speeding it up. She had never thought she'd ever be the sort of girl to do anything like this in public, but since it was the least worst option, she reluctantly sank her head onto James's lap. The relief was immediate as

waste band and saw the silhouette of his throbbing cock. She couldn't see any details as she grabbed it, but she could smell his masculine musk, and tentatively she reached for it. It was so thick her small hands could only barely encircle it. She felt it throb in her hand, and popped her head up to look around to see if everyone was staring at them, but they were all alone in this part of the theater and no one appeared to notice, so she ducked her head back down, this time engulfing the head of his cock

his skin, and beyond that, the sweeter, richer taste of what she guessed was precum. Despite being a virgin a week ago, she'd sucked several cocks in the last week. This was the only one she'd tried to experience though. All the other times she'd choked on