xxx story: ADA Miss Cumalot – Part 4A
We went to Bones Steakhouse in Buckhead. Drell had already made reservations and we were led to our table, in the back corner
“This is nice.” I said looking around at all the photos on the walls.
“I love their steak.”
“I do as well, surprised you wanted to come here.”
“I love a good piece of meat.” He said not looking up at me.
“I’m sure, I do as well.”
“Oh I know you do.”
His hand squeezed my thigh. I jumped as the waiter walked up to greet us and take the order.
“Let’s start with the ‘Crab and Lobster Napoleon with Chardonnay Cream’ please.” Drell ordered.
“I want to do a rib-eye.” I announced.
“I am sticking to what I know, a creature of habit…. the porterhouse.” He said.
“Yeah, I will do the bone-in rib-eye, 24 ounce, and add a Maine Lobster Tail.”
“Let me get the Porterhouse, medium well…. She will have hers medium well also.” Drell said.
“What sides would you like?”
“Mashed potatoes with truffle butter and we can share…..the steamed broccoli?” Drell said looking at me for approval.
“Sure.” I nodded.
“Would you like a drink?” the waiter asked.
“I will do the Sineann pinot grigio.:I said
“ I will do a Bourbon.”
“This meal will be a fucking car payment by the time we are done.” I laughed.
“It’s worth it…. You are worth it.”
“So….” I began.
He leaned in, sipping his drink.
“Inquiring minds want and need to know….”
“Yes? You can ask me anything.”
He leaned back and laughed.
“Wondering how can I afford it?” he asked.
I nodded and sipped my wine.
“A little.” I confessed.
“You’re the not the first one to wonder. No, I am not in illegal activity and no, I am not trust baby.”
“My ex-wife had some money from a settlement she got. We had the place together, but I got it in the divorce.”
“I didn’t ask for anything, but the house.”
“How long have you been divorced?”
“Uhh…. I wouldn’t say that. She cheated on me and she wanted to be with the other person.”
“She met a woman and the rest is history.”
I almost spit out my wine.
“She left you for another woman?”
“It stung, but what I didn’t know or understand was why she got married if she knew what she wanted was a woman. I filed for divorce once she told me that was where she wanted to be, with her. So…. I got the house, which is paid for and I am essentially free, for the most part, financially. I only really have a few bills and my car note. ”
“So, that’s how I got the house.”
“I noticed the cameras in the bedroom…..”
He threw his back and laughed out loud.
“Let’s just say….. I enjoy being on film. I told you my hobby was photography. I also like watching videos of myself and women I have been with.”
“Have you taped me??” I asked.
“No, I wouldn’t tape anyone without their explicit permission.” He said.
“So, if I want to be taped, you would do it?” I asked.
“I would love to tape us.”
I sat back, looked around the restaurant and sighed.
“Well, thank you for telling me. I was wondering.”
“Now, my turn.” He said.
“What’s your deal? Why aren’t you married?”
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.
“I was engaged before; he was killed in a car accident my final year in law school.”
“So… I dated a little bit here and there, but I haven’t met anyone where it got serious.”
“Do you want to be serious or do you want to do what we are doing?”
“What ARE we doing?”
“It seems to me we are being casual, with some good fucking.”
“I am open to serious, just haven’t met it, but….” I began moving closer to him.
“I like this casual thing we are doing.” I whispered in his ear seductively.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish ma’am.”
An hour later, the car pulled up from valet and we hopped in.
“Thank you sir.” Drell said giving him a tip.
“That meal was delicious, thank you.” I said putting my seatbelt on.
“Good, I aim to please.”
“Oh you please…..you please very well.”
I grabbed and rubbed his thigh. I kept my hand there as we turned on Piedmont Rd.
“It’s a gorgeous night.” Drell said opening the sunroof of his Nissan Maxima.
It could have been the combination of wine and the breeze, but I had that taste in my mouth again. As we pulled onto the highway, I reached over and undid Drell’s belt.
“What…. What are you doing?”
“Shhh.” I said kissing his neck.
“Keep your eyes on the road.” I instructed.
I unzipped his pants, undid the top button and reached in. His dick was soft as I pulled it out and looked at it. I undid my seatbelt and moved my body over, to reach it better. I took the tip in my mouth as Drell let out a slow moan. I kissed it; I sucked on the tip, before taking it all in my mouth.
I sucked on it, using my hand to rub it up and down. I opened my mouth wider as it grew in my mouth. Within a few minutes, his pre-cum was on my tongue. I moved closer just as Drell started to accelerate.
I looked up at him, still jacking his dick as we moved over to the HOV lanes, speeding towards downtown Atlanta.
“Keep suckin that dick.”
I went back to work, easing my mouth down, sucking and slurping it up.
“Damn this dick is good.” I said running my hand up and down the shaft.
I put the tip back in my mouth, moving my tongue all around it. I enjoyed sucking dick, I LOVED sucking Drell’s big dick. It was warm in my mouth, smooth with the veins popping out. I sucked harder and harder. I spit on the dick, lapping it up like a dog.
“Damn, I am about to cum.”
I went faster; I wanted his nut to shoot in my mouth. I could hear the engine roaring as we sped down the highway.
“Right there….. right there baby.” He said, his right hand resting on my head.
He started grabbing my hair and pushing it down, further on his dick. His dick was huge, it was hitting my throat and I was gagging, but determined to make him shoot his thick, hot cum in my mouth.
“FUCK!” he yelled.
There it was, the moment I was waiting for….. his cum shot in my mouth, thick, sweet and warm, like caramel. I swallowed and kept sucking.
I wouldn’t stop, I was ravenous. I kept sucking, getting every drip of his nectar out.
“Shit baby…. You gotta stop.” He whined.
I loved his whining.
“KKKEEEEELLLLAAAA….. oh fuck…..baby….. stop…..you gotta…… you gotta stop.” He said out of breath.
I refused and kept on sucking, slurping and swallowing, in that order. His dick was slowly going back down.
“Shit….. oh shit….” He said, both hands now gripping the steering wheel.
Out the corner of my eye, I could see the blue reflection of lights hitting the car.
“Oh FUCK!” he yelled.
I stopped and popped my head up. Sure enough, the blue lights were behind us.
“Put it back in.” he said.
I quickly stuck his dick back into his boxers.
“Oooo shit, be gentle baby.” He said.
I zipped his pants up, leaving the button undone.
“Calm down and just pull over.” I instructed.
He pulled over, wiping his forehead as I wiped my mouth with tissue I found in the glove compartment.
“Where the fuck is my wallet?”
He looked all around the car, until finding it.
“Deep breath.” I said touching his arm.
We came to a complete stop. Drell let his driver’s side window down.
“Hello, I’m Sergeant Hawkins with the State Patrol, can I see your license please?”
Drell handed it over. The trooper looked down at it, using his flashlight to the read the information.
“Mr. Dawly, the reason I stopped you is because I caught you on radar going 110, in a 65” he began.
“I…. I am so sorry trooper”
The trooper bent down to get a better look into the car.
“Any reason as to why you were going so fast?”
“No, I wasn’t aware I was going that fast.”
The trooper looked over at me, I was resting my head on the passenger side. As soon as he said his name, I rolled my eyes.
“Ms. Wallace?” the trooper asked.
“How are you?”
“I am fine Sergeant Hawkins, how are you?”
“You two know each other?” Drell asked.
“Yes, I know Ms. Wallace…. Tell you what, sit tight for me and I will be right back.”
The trooper walked off.
“How do you know him?”
“I dated him.” I confessed.
“It was a while ago, about five months ago…. We dated for like…. I don’t know…. Seven, eight months.”
“Ended bad or good?”
“He ended it.” I said.
“Well, hopefully he isn’t pissed in order to give me a ticket. 110?? Damn.”
Hawkins came back up to the window.
“Here is your license. Mr. Dawgly, please slow down…. Ms. Wallace, can you help Mr. Dawgly to slow down?”
“Yes, I can.”
“Thank you Sergeant.” Drell said.