Betty's Dessert

Betty's pussy spasmed as her orgasm came to life. She grunted deeply, trying her absolute best to keep her thighs from smashing together as her entire body surged with euphoric tension. The vibrator- which she held firmly to her swollen clit- continued its assault as she squeezed her breast tightly in her free hand. As the orgasm faded, she remained where she was, sprawled out on the floor with her head propped up on her decorative pillow, facing the camera which caught all the action in stunning high definition.

She clicked off her toy and set it to the side, sitting up. She blew the camera a kiss and cut off the recording. All in all, the entire segment had been just under ten minutes; a perfect clip if you asked Betty. She downloaded the clip to her laptop and would set aside some time to edit and post it tomorrow so all her paying subscribers could enjoy an exotic video of Betty enjoying yet another climax.

She put all of her equipment away before grabbing her toy and leaving her recording room- which normally would serve as a guest room in normal circumstances- and walked to her bedroom down the hall, completely nude. Why would she bother getting dressed? She lived alone and her body was the kind that deserved to be on full display. Anyone who could get a peek should consider themselves lucky. Perfectly tanned skin, toned legs and thighs, tight stomach, an ass and tits to die for... Betty was the blonde bombshell that many a man dreamed about as they jacked off in private when their wives weren't around- sometimes, even while they were around. She also often wondered how many men thought of her as they fucked their wives. It was a thought that always brought a smile to her face.

She entered her bathroom where she cleaned off her toy. Betty- with all her sexual antics and erotic cravings- took great care of her instruments of pleasure. A clean toy was a good toy. When satisfied that it was sufficiently disinfected, she made her way back into the recording room where she put the vibrator in her chest of toys in the closet- behind lock and key of course.

Still in the nude, she wandered downstairs where she poured herself a tall glass of cold water. The weather outside was scorching and the air conditioning was putting in the overtime, but a glance outside somehow made her thirsty beyond belief. She stood in the kitchen, pulling in large amounts of water until the glass was empty. She gave a little shudder as her thighs brushed together, connecting with the sensitive nub of her clit after such a thrilling orgasm.

Her phone chimed from the counter and she smiled when she saw the message from Joseph on her screen.

"Are you sure I can't come pick you up? I'm happy to do so." The message said.

She responded saying she was absolutely sure and that she would simply meet him at the restaurant at seven on the dot. It wasn't that she was worried about men having her address- several did- but when it came to going out, not having to rely on someone to get her to and from her location had an appeal she couldn't shake. With her message sent, she went back upstairs, phone in hand, and into her bathroom where she turned on her curling iron before moving into the closet.

She gave a small shudder as she wiped her pussy with a moist hand towel. The sensation sent shivers up her spine and she immediately fell headfirst into another craving for release. Betty should have known better. After all, it wasn't often that time went by when she wasn't dreaming of some sort of sexual stimulation. It was a feeling deeply engraved in Betty's DNA; something she stopped fighting years ago. Soon, one pass of the towel became a few, and shortly after that, she was rubbing herself frantically, sending pulses throughout her body. Her toes splayed out as she held firmly to her shelving unit in the closet. Each pass of the towel on her clit made her whimper and moan.

She dropped the towel and replaced it with her hand, slipping two of her freshly manicured fingers deep into her eager cunt. The slick walls felt enticing against her digits as she worked them in and out of herself, her breathing picking up. After only a few seconds, she dropped to her knees, fingers buried up to the knuckles in her clenching pussy as another orgasm ripped through her.

"Fuck." Betty whispered as the climax faded away.

She pulled her fingers out and wiped them on the towel, and this time, used the small piece of fabric to actually clean herself without starting another round of self-play. She tossed the towel into the hamper and went to the vanity of the bathroom where she grabbed the curling iron. The next half hour was spent intricately curling the ends of her blonde locks. She had to look perfect for tonight, no matter what.

With her hair done, she then got to work on her makeup. Nothing too fancy, more of a touch-up from what she put on before recording. She made really good time, which gave her some wiggle room for getting dressed. Walking back to her closet, she debated internally what she wanted to put on for tonight. She also took into account what would be easily removed, as that was the end goal. Wasn't it always?

She first stepped into a pair of skimpy leopard print panties. She didn't care for a g-string tonight as the dress she wanted wasn't too tight, which spared her the panty lines. Besides, the leopard panties she picked hugged her ass to perfection, which was hard to do when the fabric simply disappeared between your cheeks. She didn't have a matching bra, so she settled for classic black. Having the underwear situated, she moved to the dresses and grabbed the one she knew she wanted.

"You're the lucky winner tonight." Said Betty to the dress.

It was a silver one, which glimmered as the sequins caught the light from above. Betty normally couldn't stand sequins on clothes, but as she passed this particular dress while shopping a few months back, it held her attention, called out to her. The straps over the shoulders were slim and it highlighted her immaculate chest. It was longer than she normally went for, hanging below her knees, which was in her opinion, the only flaw.

She surveyed herself in the mirror, trying her best to find anything out of place, even the most minute imperfection. Yet she had none. Call it cockiness or a complex, Betty loved who she was, inside and out. She was the perfect woman, and everyone knew it.

She grabbed a pair of heels and left the bathroom. She passed her recording studio and suddenly stopped in her tracks. A fantastic idea blossomed in her head, making her double back into the room where she put on her performances for people around the world. She unlocked the little chest of toys and grabbed what she was looking for. With a smile, she put it in place and made her way downstairs while ordering her ride.

*

Betty only ever ordered the fancy rides and as the Mercedes pulled into her driveway, she stepped out of her air conditioned home into the dry heat of the evening. Her heels clacked down the cement and she stepped into the backseat as the driver opened the door for her. It was always hit or miss with the drivers they sent, but tonight, the olive-skinned man with the wide chest and thick arms made Betty's cunt crave some attention. He smiled as he shut the door which only furthered her attraction to him.

"Is the temperature to your liking, miss?" He asked after settling into the driver seat.

"It's perfect, thank you. And please, call me Betty." She replied.

The driver apologized and pulled the car out of her driveway before setting off to the destination. Betty was no stranger to fucking her drivers if the time was right, and the timing had been increasingly less right as of late. In fact, the last time she jumped the bones of a driver had been months ago. He had been a tall man, and rather skinny for her taste, but it was usually the skinny ones who had the biggest hogs. Her theory had proven true with that last man and halfway to the destination, she convinced him to pull over and join her in the backseat. He was more than willing and after yanking down his slacks while she climbed into his lap, she was met with the rather unfortunate realization that he was a two-pump-chump. As she settled into the groove, she was quickly pulled off his thick pole while he shot his load all over her dress while he moaned obnoxiously. Needless to say, he drove her home after that and she had to reschedule her date.

Thinking back to that moment kept her at bay this time around and she allowed the driver to take her all the way to her destination with nothing more than a "what if" playing out in her mind. He pulled up next to the curb and put the car in park before stepping out. He opened the door for her and for one final moment, she debated tossing this date out the window for a chance with this hunk of meat.

"Have a wonderful evening, miss, thank you for allowing me to drive you tonight." Said the man, his tone sending shivers down Betty's spine.

"The pleasure was quite literally all mine." She said, flashing a smile.

The man shut the car door and she made her way to the entrance of the restaurant. The car pulled away and she quietly berated herself for letting that one slip away. She could have at least given him a fucking card for a potential future hookup!

"You snooze, you lose." She whispered to herself.

She turned toward the restaurant and made her way inside. The establishment was called The Grove, which was rated as the best seafood and steakhouse in town. The atmosphere screamed fancy and expensive, so naturally it was up Betty's alley.

"I have a reservation for two, under Betty." She said, making her way to the hostess.

"Perfect, and it looks like your party has already arrived. Sarah here will take you to your table. Enjoy your meal!" Said the hostess as she nodded to Sarah.

"Thank you." Said Betty, shocked that Joseph had arrived before her.

She glanced at her phone and saw that she was still fifteen minutes early, which was standard for her. How much earlier had Joseph arrived?

Betty let Sarah lead her through the dining area where other couples and parties sat and ate while sipping fancy glasses of wine. She saw Joseph a few tables down and he gave her a gentle smile and wave. She smiled back and sat in the chair that Sarah pulled out for her, across from her date.

"Wow, Betty, you look gorgeous!" Said Joseph, eying her as she sat down.

"Why, thank you Joseph. You don't look half-bad yourself." She replied.

It was true, although she couldn't deny the notion that the driver from earlier made her feel a little more aroused than Joseph.

"Thank you for coming, I'm glad you agreed to dinner," said Joseph, his smile taking up the majority of his face. "What should we order to drink? Any favorite wines that we can get a bottle of?"

Betty didn't need to eye the menu to know which bottle she wanted. She also didn't need to check to confirm that it was the most expensive bottle they carried. She ordered it every time she came here, and would never admit to anyone that although she did enjoy the taste, it was the fact that she could afford the bottle that kept her ordering it.

"A woman with expensive taste." Said Joseph.

"Don't tell me you're surprised." She replied with a smile.

"I will never fault a woman for knowing what she likes."

The waiter appeared soon after and Joseph ordered the bottle while also putting in for a few appetizers. Betty didn't much care for the brussel sprouts, but the shrimp platter was to die for, so she saw it as a win.

"So, how has your day been so far, Betty?" He asked, eyeing the menu.

"The small talk begins," she said, sipping her glass of water. "My day has been... Satisfying. Thank you for asking. And yours?"

"Pretty boring if I'm being honest. Until right now that is. I've been looking forward to this for weeks now!" Joseph said.

Betty gave him another smile while she thought back to the moment he had asked her out. They had run into each other at an art expo roughly six weeks prior. He had quite literally bumped into her while backing up, not paying attention to where he was going and when he laid eyes on her, he was too flabbergasted to speak. They made some more small talk before he asked.

"Say, can I take you out to dinner one of these nights? You know, to make up for completely running you over?"

She had agreed, at the time not recognizing who he was. Not exactly at least. She just knew that she had seen his face around. It wasn't until later that she put the pieces together and realized that Joseph was the mayor in town. It was that- and the fact that he was an attractive man- that she had agreed to keep the date. Betty didn't normally go for men in power as they typically had an ego problem, but Joseph didn't trigger those alarm bells in her head.

"Well I'm glad to make your acquaintance, Mister Mayor." Said Betty.

"Please, call me Joseph."

"Joseph it is." She said, seeing the waiter appear from around the corner with their bottle of wine in hand.

The waiter poured each of them a glass and left the open bottle on the table. Betty took a small sip, feeling the dryness of the red liquid on her tongue. She watched Joseph as he sipped his and couldn't help but giggle as an expression of distaste took over.

"Not your favorite, huh?" Betty asked.

"I'm not a huge wine guy, and this is exceptionally dry for my liking."

"More for me then." She said, sliding the bottle closer to herself.

"What are you thinking of ordering for dinner? I usually go for the surf and turf. It's nice not having to pick between steak or lobster." Said Joseph.

"I get the sirloin cut, every time. That and the garlic mashed potatoes." Betty admitted, again not having to look at the menu. A creature of habit was Betty.

"The sirloin is always a good choice." He said in response.

Betty, having had enough of the small talk, reached into her small clutch bag and pulled out a small, round remote with buttons on the face. She set it on the table and discreetly slid it over to Joseph. He raised his eyebrows at her in confusion.

"What's this?" He asked.

"That," said Betty. "Is the remote that controls the small vibrating toy which is currently resting snug in my pussy."

Joseph looked around with a look of panic, fearing someone overhearing her brash statement.

"I'm giving it to you so you can have yourself a bit of fun, while I myself get to have my own fun. But, let's just say there is a little bit of a reward for you if you play your cards right." She said, sipping on her wine again.

"What... What do you mean 'reward'?" Asked Joseph, keeping his voice to a small whisper.

"Look, Joseph, men don't ask me on dates strictly because they enjoy my company. I am good fucking company if I say so myself, but let's be real. Men ask me out in the hopes of taking me home to fuck me silly. You're no different, I assume." She said, holding his eye contact.

"I... I don't," he mumbled, trying to form the words while his face flushed red.

"Don't take that to mean I don't enjoy it, Joseph. And lucky for you and most the men who take their shots at asking me out, I'm a woman who loves being taken home to be fucked silly. If you haven't found out by now, sex and pleasure are both in my line of work."

Joseph sipped his wine without responding and tugged at his collar. Betty got a certain thrill out of making men squirm. It gave her a sense of control and dominance.

"Now, I would suggest maybe grabbing the remote and being discreet about it so it's not just lying on the dinner table for all to see." she said, nodding at the remote.

Joseph quickly snatched it in his fist and looked around to ensure nobody saw. The ironic part was that Betty didn't give two shits if anyone saw. What were they going to do anyway? Berate her for wearing a vibrator in public?

"The reward I mentioned earlier is just that. If you can use that little remote to bring me to orgasm during the course of our meal, you can take me back to your place and do whatever you'd like with me." Said Betty, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied smile.

"Are you sure? I don't... I can assure you that it wasn't my intent for this evening." Said Joseph in what seemed to be a panic.

"Oh, so you didn't ask me out in the hopes of getting into my panties? The thought never even occurred to you when you saw me at the art gallery? Standing in front of you in my small, red dress." Betty asked, savoring this moment.

"I felt bad for running into you." He said.

"An apology would have sufficed, Joseph. People bump into each other all the time. It was when you saw who you bumped into that you took the leap, wasn't it?"

"Betty, I," he started to say.

"Funny, I give you the remote, granting you access to my pleasure with the promise of a wild night, and yet... I feel nothing."

Joseph looked around at the other guests in the restaurant like a child making sure his parents weren't nearby. He glanced at the remote in his fist as if it were some mysterious object, never before seen by mankind.

"Don't be shy, there are only three buttons. The top turns it on, while the middle button controls the intensity of the vibrations. The third button, and probably my favorite," said Betty with a wicked grin. "Is the rhythm button. You can set it to a constant vibration, or a pulsing one. I'm completely at your control."

Joseph cleared his throat and tapped the top button, making the small red light at the top flicker on. Betty gave a deep sigh of pleasure, feeling the little toy buzz away inside of her on the default setting. Low and slow. It was a good feeling, but nothing she couldn't talk her way through. Joseph would really have to crank that thing to put her to silence.

"Good boy. Now, if you plan on keeping it at that setting all night while we sit here, it will take a while to get me off, which ruins your chances of a happy ending. It doesn't take much to make me come, but it'll take more than this." She said, sipping her wine again.

Joseph gave a small grin and tapped the middle button, which increased the intensity of the vibrations. He then pushed the bottom button, turning on the pulse feature. Betty flicked her eyes shut as the first blast found its mark before rapidly fading, then gripped her wine glass harder with the second pulse.

"And what if I want to take my time? Maybe get some dessert?" Joseph asked, leaning back in his chair. It didn't take him long to ease into things.

"Dessert is a given, Joseph. And if we are taking our time, that just gives me the opportunity to come more than once. And lucky for you," she said, leaning close as the toy pulsed in her pussy. "Each orgasm just makes me wetter and wetter. So keep after it."

Joseph smiled, sparing another look around the restaurant. Nobody paid them any attention, which was all for the best. Joseph flicked the bottom button again, which spurred the toy into a multi-pulse rhythm, which came in rounds of three. Betty gripped the edge of the table lightly as she bit her lip. She let her thighs squeeze together, adding to the sensation as her panties rubbed her swollen clit.

She breathed a sigh as the toy clicked off.

"Going for a tease, are you?" She asked him.

"Maybe. Tell me, Betty, what exactly is it that you do for work?" Joseph asked her.

"I'm surprised you don't already know. I'm a content creator." She said bluntly.

"Barring the obvious, what kind of content?"

"I'm afraid the obvious spells it all out. Undoubtedly you've heard of The Velvet Lily?" Betty asked.

"Who hasn't? The most prestige and bougie online subscription service out there. That's your platform?"

"Mine and many others. And I'm happy to report that as of this month, I'm rated as the second highest content creator on the site." Said Betty with obvious satisfaction on her face.

"Only second huh? What's stopping you from being on top?" Joseph asked.

As she opened her mouth to answer, her pussy vibrated to life as Joseph flicked the toy back on, immediately kicking up the intensity but leaving it on the steady vibration. She grabbed the table's edge again, struggling to keep her composure as she crossed her legs below the table.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Joseph said jokingly.

She gave a small chuckle, revelling in the sensation of her cunt being serviced. She breathed out again as the toy flicked off and she eased her grip on the table.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Now to answer your question, it's not a matter of what is standing in my way, but rather who. And that would be Monica Manson, who stands proudly on top of the Lily's list of creators." Said Betty, sitting up straight in her seat.

"And what does this Monica have that you don't? I'm asking genuinely as I can't imagine who has you beat."

"I'll take the compliment," said Betty. "But Monica is fucking incredible. A gorgeous redhead that dominates the industry, in every aspect. Men and women alike flood her page, subscribing left and right. You'd think that I'd dislike her for being my competition, but I find myself drawn to her page more than I'd care to admit. I've even gotten myself off watching her videos, and I don't normally go for women. If that doesn't answer your question, perhaps you can check out her page on your own time."

"Speaking of getting off," said Joseph, pushing the remote with his thumb.

Betty moaned lightly as the intensity increased bit by bit, moving back to the multiple pulses. Each shockwave made her nerves fire off and she splayed her toes as much as she could within her heels. Joseph clicked the remote to the highest intensity of the night and sat back, watching Betty struggle to keep her composure.

"Fuck." Betty whispered, doing her best to keep as quiet as possible.

She enjoyed herself so much that she didn't even notice the waiter arrive to set the appetizers on the table. It was the smell of the shrimp that forced her eyes open. She smiled, wondering what the waiter must have thought as he dropped by, seeing her eyes screwed shut, holding the table tightly as her pussy throbbed in ecstasy.

Joseph speared a brussel sprout on his fork before placing it in his mouth, leaning back to watch Betty. She gave a small giggle, thinking that he was just going to let her ride this one out. It wasn't long before she felt the familiar- and very welcome- tingle of her pussy which signaled a release. She bounced her legs under the tablecloth, feeling herself lose control of her composure.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Betty whimpered, feeling her orgasm flood to the surface.

Her knee bumped the underside of the table, making the couple next to them glance over at her. Her pussy clenched tightly around the inserted toy as Betty fought to keep her noise level down. This toy had done wonders on her before, but it was always way more intoxicating when someone else was in control.

Joseph flicked the toy off, letting Betty gather herself.

"I'd ask you if that was the magic moment, but your expression tells me all I need to know." Said Joseph, eating another brussel sprout.

"Well played, that was a damn good one. Just be lucky I'm not a squirter." Betty said, clearing her throat.

Joseph almost choked on the food in his mouth at her words.

"Believe me when I say I've tried, too. I've done all the tricks online and in the books, but some women just don't have what it takes to shower the floor with their orgasms. I'll give you one guess as to who can." Said Betty.

"I'm guessing Monica Manson." Joseph replied.

"Monica fucking Manson. That woman can squirt like you wouldn't believe! I'm sure that plays a huge part in her being top dog."

"You know, I've never understood the appeal with the whole squirting thing. It just seems so... Unnecessary." Said Joseph, this time going for a shrimp.

"I'm guessing you've never made a woman squirt." Betty joked. "And how can such an intense, orgasmic rush be unnecessary? The thighs get shaking and the women squirm like they are having the most wild, out-of-body experience ever! I fucking wish I could have that feeling."

"LIke this?" Said Joseph, thumbing the remote again.

Betty gave a small cry as her sensitive cunt trembled within. Thankfully, Joseph left it on the default setting which simply let Betty ride the pleasure, rather than being completely overwhelmed by it. He kicked it off a few seconds later, making her giggle.

"Now you're just being cruel." Said Betty sarcastically.

She took a few shrimp and spooned some cocktail sauce onto the plate in front of her while Joseph dove in for some more brussel sprouts.

"What's the craziest thing you've done online?" Joseph asked.

"That's easy. I once sold a lollipop for ten grand." Said Betty.

"What? How did you pull that off?"

"Well, I have this subscriber, been a part of my page for years now. One day, he asks if I do special requests. You have to be careful with those types of things, because you can get some creepy and outlandish shit when you go down that rabbit hole. But I humored him and asked what kind of request he was looking for." Said Betty, eating another shrimp.

"And he asked for a sucker? What did you do, lick it first?" Joseph asked.

"Oh Joseph, so naive," Betty joked before sipping her wine. "He did in fact ask for a sucker, but he wanted way more than for me to lick it. I was shocked when I read the request, but then I did one better and I made it a little show for all of my viewers."

The waiter returned, cutting off her story.

"Do you need another minute to decide, or are we ready to order?" He asked.

"I believe we're ready." Said Joseph, eyeing Betty to make sure.

"Ready indeed." Said Betty.

"Ladies first." Said the waiter, pulling out his pad to take down her order.

"I'll have the," she started, but was cut short as the vibrator kicked on again. It fired immediately up to full blast, making it hard for her to focus. "The fi... Filet..." she stammered.

"The filet mignon?" The waiter asked, eyeing her curiously.

"Ye... Yes please." She finished, doing her best to hold still.

"And how would you like that cooked?" The waiter asked.

"Fuck... Medi... Medium rare, p... please." She choked out.

The waiter wrote it down and looked to Joseph with a hint of concern.

"I'll take the surf and turf please. Medium rare as well." Said Joseph.

The waiter gathered the menus and left, peering over his shoulder at Betty as he walked away. Joseph clicked the vibrator off and gave a small chuckle.

"You ass!" She said, swatting him on the arm.

"You gave me control. Besides, that was really funny!" Said Joseph.

Betty fidgeted as she straightened her dress, pulling it down her legs after realizing it had ridden up in her trembling euphoria. She could feel the wetness of her pussy through her panties, realizing that she had a while to go. It was a thought that made her ecstatic.

"I apologize for the interruption, please continue the story of the ten thousand dollar lollipop." Joseph said, sipping his wine with a grimace he couldn't hide.

"It was a grape lollipop, per the man's request. I unwrapped it seductively, taking my time exposing the purple ball of sugar. I licked at it, sucked on it, all the typical over the top shit. And once I had it nice and wet, I turned around for the camera and stuck it in my ass." Said Betty with a smile.

Joseph's eyes widened as if his eyeballs were attempting to break free from their sockets. The expression made Betty giggle before continuing with her story.

"I slid it in and out of my tight little ass for the camera. And when I was done, I put it into a baggy, and listed it for auction on my site. The man who requested it deposited ten grand into my account without hesitation, and the next morning, I dropped the sucker off at the postal service in a tiny little box and shipped it halfway across the country. A sucker that only cost me two bucks, gained me ten grand."

"You're kidding me. Someone bought a lollipop that you shoved up your ass?" Joseph said in shock.

"Joseph, let's not get into kink shaming, alright? Although that was the most unique, I've sold many things on my site. Panties, bras, toys... I even sold one of my socks once for three hundred dollars. A fucking sock!"

"What do these people do with them?" Joseph asked, his eyes still wide.

"Don't know, and don't care. That's their business, not mine. Once it leaves my home, I don't care what they do with it." Said Betty, eating another shrimp.

"Wow... I can't believe what I just heard."

"Does it make you think less of me, Joseph? Knowing that I had a grape sucker in my ass?" Betty asked. She didn't really care if it did change his perception of her.

"No, no I just... Wow! Ten grand! Is that where the bulk of your money comes from?" He asked.

"It's not polite to ask about a woman's money, Joseph," she said, giving him a wink. "But no, selling items is just a small piece of income. My main haul comes from my subscriptions, of which I have many. You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you the amount, and I won't tell you if you ask."

"You dirty woman." Joked Joseph.

"Honey, you don't know the half of it." She joked back.

She clenched the table as the vibrator came back on. Joseph turned on the single pulses and settled for a medium intensity, which was the perfect setting for her current arousal. Her pussy grew wetter with each jolt and she looked forward to the moment when she could slide her panties off and Joseph entered her. She let herself hope that he was well-endowed, but even if he wasn't, she was going to fuck him good.

Joseph filled their glasses- hers more so- with more wine as Betty writhed in her chair in controlled motions.

"You going to come again, Betty?" Joseph whispered.

"Yes, I'm so close." She moaned back, her nails digging into the tablecloth.

The look he gave her made her come quicker than she expected. She plunged her hand discreetly between her legs and out of sight, applying pressure to her clit, making her climax that much stronger. She whimpered as quietly as she could, holding his intense eye contact. It was a look of promised passion which would be unleashed later. She held that stare until the vibrator stopped, making her breathe out rapidly. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath.

"Jesus Christ. You really know how to use that thing." She said through breaths.

"Beginner's luck." He replied.

The waiter appeared moments later, carrying their food. Betty smiled at him as he set her plate in front of her. It was hard to ignore the prodding look he gave in response to her unusual behavior on his last trip to their table.

"Thank you." Said Betty, grabbing her fork and steak knife.

"Another bottle of wine, please." Said Joseph.

The waiter nodded and disappeared on his way to fetch the bottle.

"Trying to get me drunk too?" Betty asked. "Odd choice as I've already greenlit the sex."

"Of course not, just making sure your glass stays full." Said Joseph with a smile.

She chuckled. "I appreciate that."

They ate while sharing conversations around a variety of topics. Most of them were boring filler topics, but they were both so focused on eating that they didn't dare strike up anything that warranted more than a yes or a no. Betty was shocked that she was able to eat her entire meal without contending with the vibrator- but not displeased.

"So, for dessert?" Asked Joseph.

"Definitely the tiramisu." Said Betty without hesitation.

"For here or to go?"

"My, my, someone is eager to get home. I wonder why..." Joked Betty.

"I... I mean sure, but I just didn't know if you needed to wait after our main course, or if you were ready now." He said, trying to course correct.

"I'm giving you shit, Joseph. Although it is funny how suddenly eager you are to get out of here. That makes two of us."

"So..." Said Joseph.

"To go is fine." She said with a small smile.

Joseph placed an order for two pieces of tiramisu and they polished off the second bottle of wine while they waited, engaging in more small talk. The waiter dropped the check on the table with the to-go boxes of dessert, and Joseph scooped up the bill.

"Why, thank you! Such a gentleman." Said Betty.

"Did you really think I'd make you pay?" He asked, sliding his card into the little folder.

"You'd be surprised. I have money, and some of the men I've dined with have used that fact to justify me paying the bill. Don't get me wrong, there is a satisfaction knowing that I can do such a thing, but it's nice to be wined and dined at someone else's expense here and there." Admitted Betty.

"Some people are scumbags." Said Joseph.

"Couldn't agree more."

The waiter picked up the bill and as he turned from the table, Betty felt the pulse of the vibrator come to life in her cunt once more.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom." Said Joseph with a sly smile.

He got up and left the table, taking the remote with him. Betty sat alone, holding firmly to the edge of the table as the pulses picked up in intensity. She felt them change from single to bursts, then back to the constant, never-ending stream. She moaned to herself, feeling the whiplash of change as the intensity and rhythm of the vibrator varied. He was probably standing at the urinal, taking a piss while spamming the buttons. Although it was chaotic, it wasn't unpleasant and Betty could feel the moisture between her pussy lips accumulate.

Her legs trembled and her eyes cinched shut as orgasm number three reared its beautiful head. Betty bunched the tablecloth in her fist and leaned toward the surface of the table, hearing footsteps approaching from behind. She just hoped that it was Joseph and not the waiter as she was in no position to talk.

"You're so close, Betty, come again." Joseph whispered as he passed her on the way to his seat.

His words made her neck break out in goosebumps and within moments, she brought her napkin to her mouth and gasped while she came hard. Joseph changed to the rapid pulses, mid-orgasm, which intensified the sensation, bringing what she could only describe as a half-orgasm right in the middle of the main event.

"Mmmph." She moaned into the napkin.

The vibrator clicked off and Betty slowly sat up straight, just in time for the waiter to bring back the check.

"Thank you for dining with us tonight, you two have a lovely evening." He said with a small bow.

"Oh, we will." Said Betty, eyeing Joseph hungrily.

They grabbed the to-go boxes and made for the exit. Waiting outside next to the curb was a rideshare that Joseph had ordered as he waited for the return of his card. It didn't take Betty long to recognize the Mercedes as the same car that dropped her off, which meant the hunk behind the wheel was the same. She smiled as the olive-skinned man rounded the vehicle and held the back open for them both, and Betty allowed Joseph to help her in first, holding her hand gently.

"Nice to see you again, miss." Said the driver, who also nodded to Joseph.

The driver closed the door behind them and Betty giggled at the inquisitive look from Joseph.

"He dropped me off earlier tonight." Said Betty.

The driver hopped in and again inquired about the temperature and if they were both comfortable. They agreed and the driver drove them away from the restaurant.

"So, are you taking me back home, or to some seedy motel at the edge of town, Mr. Mayor?" Betty joked, giving Joseph's thigh a squeeze.

"Mr. Mayor again? Why so formal all of the sudden? And I am taking you to my penthouse, which would mean it's neither option." Joseph admitted.

"Penthouse, huh?"

"I needed a place closer to city hall and it was too nice to pass up, so I bought it a few years back. I stay there when I need a quiet moment away from," he started, but seemed to regret starting that sentence.

Betty went to ask what he meant and immediately cursed at herself for not thinking about it sooner. She let her eyes roam to his left hand, right to his ring finger. The finger was bare, but she could easily distinguish the tan line from where a ring had rested for quite some time.

"Joseph, you dirty dog. You're married." Betty said. It was not a question.

"I uh..." Joseph started, obviously embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Betty, I really am. I meant to tell you but," he started before Betty cut him off.

"But you were worried I wouldn't fuck a married man." Betty replied.

"I didn't plan on... Sleeping with you, Betty, I just wanted to go to dinner." He said quickly.

"Joseph, lying is not a good color on you. It's not a good color on anyone, so let's avoid the obvious. You didn't take me out to simply buy me dinner, as we've already established. You had other interests and you took your shot," said Betty, looking out the window to her left at the passing buildings. "Lucky for you, I'm not a woman who shies away from such a thing."

"I... Wait, what?" Joseph asked.

"You think you're the only married man that I've been with? Please, I couldn't even tell you how many I've bagged at this point. The question is, does it lessen your opinion of me, knowing that?"

Joseph didn't skip a beat on his answer. "Not at all, it's quite relieving to be honest."

"Says the man who claims he had no intention of doing anything other than wining and dining me. Your true intentions aren't buried that deep, I'm afraid." Betty joked.

"Does it make you think less of me, stepping out on my wife like this?"

"I'm not the person to be asked that, having admitted to you that this isn't my first rodeo. I'm sure there are some marriages I've ruined because there isn't a doubt in my mind that some of the married men I've fucked have been caught. I don't necessarily seek out married men as some form of sport, but rather, when I see something I want, I get it." Said Betty, looking lustfully into Joseph's eyes. "Not to mention, more often than not, much like yourself, they don't tell me they're married. Some don't tell me until after they stick their cock in me."

Joseph looked at the driver as if he had forgotten he had been there the whole time. The Mercedes had a large cabin so there was quite a sizable gap between them, but the look of uncomfort was still there.

"Relax, Joseph, you're so tense!" Betty said, laying a hand on his upper thigh.

"I'm just paranoid," he whispered to her. "What if the driver recognizes me and this gets out to my wife?"

"You're worried about the driver, when we just sat down for dinner together in front of multiple people?" She asked him.

"Dinner is public and you could have been anyone. But this is private and more... Intimate." Joseph whispered back.

Betty giggled. "You have no idea how intimate this really is." She leaned close to him, placing her lips to his ear. "You should feel how fucking wet I am right now."

Joseph shot a look back to the driver, looking at the rearview mirror to make sure he wasn't watching. He gave a small jump when Betty grabbed his hand and guided it below her dress, which she had subtly hiked up to mid-thigh. She moved his hand to her panties and with her pointer, slid them to the side and pushed his pointer against her moist lips. His touch made her shudder slightly, and he slowly began to rub her clit in small circles, feeling the slickness as it coated his digit.

Betty rested her head against the headrest and closed her eyes, savoring his touch. He worked his finger inside of her, maneuvering around the toy she had secured inside. He had probably forgotten it was there and immediately plunged his other hand into his pocket where he hid the remote. He flicked the toy to life and it began buzzing as he gently slid his finger in and out of her wet cunt. The dual sensation of vibration and insertion was enough to drive her wild and it took every ounce of restraint not to cry out. She imagined climbing on top of Joseph, stripping him down naked and fucking him then and there. Perhaps if she was lucky, the driver would partake as well.

She opened her eyes briefly, sparing a glance at the rearview to see the driver stealing a peek behind him. He immediately diverted his eyes, which made her smile. She closed her eyes again and opened her legs wider, giving Joseph more room to operate in. The fabric of her dress sent shivers up her spine as it gently brushed against her thighs, adding to her heightened sexual prowess. Within just a few moments, another orgasm was rushing forward.

"Don't stop." Betty whispered as loud as she dared.

Joseph worked his pointer faster, sliding it in and out of her in rapid succession until she slammed her thighs shut at the arrival of her climax. She lurched forward in her seat with an audible gasp, shaking from the onslaught of vibrations from her toy which teased her pussy relentlessly. She gripped Joseph's upper thigh in a deathgrip and could feel the bulging mass which had swelled beneath his pants, making her hungry for more.

Joseph withdrew his finger and clicked the toy off, letting Betty gather herself. He flashed her a wicked smile, watching as she readjusted her dress to cover her bare thighs.

"So, what were you saying about my impression of you?" Betty joked.

Joseph gave a small chuckle before looking out the windshield to see where they were. A few minutes later they were pulling into the dropoff section of a massive building. The driver put the car into park and left the vehicle, rounding his way to their door which he held open for them to exit. Joseph fished out his wallet and grabbed a stack of twenties, handing them to the driver before holding his hand out to Betty. She took it and as she passed the driver behind Joseph, she handed him a little card that she had pulled from her clutch. He looked at it curiously and then gave her a surprised glance.

"Just in case you're curious." Said Betty, flashing him a wink.

She padded after Joseph and entered the building through the door he held open for her.

"What was that you gave him?" Joseph asked, watching as the driver studied the card, standing in place.

"A business card."

"A business card? People still use those?" Joseph joked, following her inside.

"Call me old fashioned but I always carry some around." Said Betty, handing one to Joseph.

He studied it closely. Embossed on the top in neon pink writing was "The Velvet Lily" in a pretty font. Underneath that was a picture of Betty, dolled up and looking immaculate, which he guessed was her profile picture on the site. Next to her picture was a QR code that undoubtedly took whoever scanned it to her page where they could subscribe at the tier they preferred. Her username was embossed under the QR code in the same pink lettering.

"NymphoBetty, huh? That's quite the username." Joseph said, handing her back the card.

"Usernames always stump me so I went with the first thing that came to mind, and that's for you to keep in case you'd like to join in. Just don't let your wife see it." Said Betty, giving Joseph a playful nudge.

"Very funny." He said, tucking the card into his pocket.

They wandered through the lobby as Betty's heels clicked on the white marbled floor. They arrived at the elevator as another man slid between the doors as they were just about to shut.

"Fifth floor, please." Said the man.

Joseph smiled and hit the 5 button and then clicked on 60- the top floor. Betty smiled, watching the other man attempt to steal glances at her without being too obvious. He even pulled out his phone at one point and pretended to look at something important, angling his screen to get a glimpse of her. Most women might be put off by such an act, but for Betty, it was fuel to her fire. As the elevator slowed and opened on the fifth floor, Joseph had to clear his throat, bringing the other man back to reality.

"Oh, this is me! Have a good night." He said with a final look at Betty.

It was more of a look at Betty's tits, and the man did fuck all to hide it. As the doors began to close, Betty held out her arm, sending them sliding open again.

"Excuse me, sir?" She called after him.

The man halted and spun around almost fast enough to lose his footing.

"Yes, can I help you?" He stammered.

Betty reached into her clutch and pulled out another card, holding it out to him between two fingers. The man gingerly walked over and took it from her before looking it over. The last image she saw of the man before the doors closed was his mouth hanging open wide, his eyes bulging from his skull.

"You're insatiable." Said Joseph.

"You're not wrong. Although I could be more insatiable and invite him up to your penthouse to join us. Besides, I'm always open to more subscribers." Betty said.

"You think he will?" Joseph asked.

"I know he will. In fact, I bet he will sign up before you have time to put your cock inside of me." Betty said with a sly smile.

"Jesus, Betty, you are something else."

"Does that bother you, Joseph?"

"Not at all. In fact, it kind of sounds like a challenge. What if I were to fuck you right here in the elevator?" Joseph asked, adjusting his crotch which she could see was beginning to bulge again.

"Is that a promise?"

Joseph held his spot, most likely fearing the idea of engaging in something illegal in the event the elevator stopped as he was balls deep in a woman that wasn't his wife.

"Don't worry, there is plenty of time for that." Joseph said, watching the numbers on the top of the elevator as they flew past the fifty-fifth floor.

The doors opened and Joseph led the way into a wide hallway with one door on the right and one on the left. The upper floor only had two penthouse suites and she followed Joseph to the door on the right, which he unlocked quickly. He held the door open for her and she gave an impressive nod at the space. On the opposite side of the room were floor to ceiling windows that looked down on the city in all its shining glory.

The suite was clean and well-kept and Betty guessed that Joseph had a cleaning crew that kept things tidy. Joseph walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of bourbon from the cabinet, along with two glasses, setting the boxes of dessert on the counter. He filled both glasses with the amber liquid and walked over to Betty, handing her one.

"You know, I thought that you would be doing all you could to strip me down and have your way with me before we could get in the door, but here you are, playing a good host and handing me a drink." Betty said, accepting the glass.

"My mom raised me right... Well, besides the whole infidelity thing I guess." Joseph said, awkwardly scratching his head.

Betty giggled and sipped the drink. "Chivalry isn't very common anymore, so I'll gladly accept it. Random question though, where does your wife think you are, anyway? She isn't going to be dropping in at any moment is she?"

"No worries there, she thinks I'm out of town on business. I told her that I would be back tomorrow and that I had a quick overnighter to discuss some stuff with a neighboring state."

"I hope you weren't that nondescript because that sounds like the definition of covering up a one night stand." Admitted Betty, sipping her drink again. The liquid warmed her throat.

"Of course not, I gave her all the details, this isn't my," he started, but again stopped himself.

"My, my, my, Joseph is spilling all sorts of beans tonight. You mean to tell me I'm not the first affair you've had, Mr. Mayor?"

"I swear, my mouth gets me in all sorts of trouble." Said Joseph, downing his whole glass of bourbon with a small grimace.

"That, and apparently your dick." Betty said.

Joseph walked over and poured him another glass as Betty stared out the window below. She gasped as her pussy came alive with vibrations and she shot a look over her shoulder at him. He stood behind the counter, a wicked grin on his face with the remote in his hand. Betty laughed and reached between her legs, yanking the toy out of her snatch. She held the vibrator in her hand, struggling to keep it contained from how slick it was.

"Nope, the time for toys is done, Joseph. Now that we are here, you have to pleasure me all by yourself." Said Betty, walking to the kitchen.

She set the slick toy in the sink where it skittered across the stainless steel basin until Joseph turned it off. He set his glass down and rounded the counter toward her.

"Very well, I think I can do that." He said, walking closer to her.

She set her own glass down as he picked her up by the waist, setting her on the marbled countertop. He forcefully spread her legs and yanked her dress up. He wasted no time hooking her panties in his grip and tugged them down, where they snagged on her heels. Betty chuckled as he pivoted, pulling her heels from her feet and tossing them aside before removing her leopard panties completely.

"Easy now, tiger, those heels are very expensive!" Betty said.

"Oh, uh, my apologies," said Joseph, looking over his shoulder at the discarded shoes.

She yanked him close by the shoulders, tugging frantically at his shirt buttons. He pulled away and dropped into a squat while pulling her hips toward the edge of the counter. He plunged his face between her thighs, partially disappearing under her bunched up dress. Betty moaned as his tongue plunged into her cunt, spreading her lips apart as if he were digging for treasure. She palmed the surface of the counter, realizing she didn't have much to hold onto as she arched her back.

His tongue was uncoordinated and he seemed to be licking wherever he could, which gave her the impression that he didn't often waste time servicing the women he was with. Had she not already been well prepared and lubed up, she may have said something, yet as sloppy as the experience was, her pussy still swelled with pleasure.

"Yes, just like that, eat my pussy, Mr. Mayor." Betty cried out, bucking against his face.

He gripped her thighs tight as he burrowed his tongue deeper into her wet cavern. She pulled the dress up so she could watch him as he greedily ate her out. Betty loved watching herself receive oral, her own front row seat to the show. Joseph looked up at her as his tongue flicked across her swollen clit and she bit her lip in response. Fuck, she was into this.

"Do I taste good, Joseph? Do you like the taste of my wet pussy?" She asked, using her best fuck-me voice.

"Mmhmm." Joseph moaned, his tongue working overtime.

"Good, because that pussy is all yours tonight."

Betty got off on watching men squirm under her spell, and the looks she got when she talked dirty to them only furthered her enjoyment. She knew how to work them, make them melt to her whim, and Joseph was captivated. She looked forward to what tonight would bring.

After a few minutes, Joseph stood from his awkward crouch and began unbuttoning his pants. Before he could so much as get the button undone, Betty slid from the counter and began pushing him toward the couch in the center of the room. She pushed him against the back of it and he briefly fumbled. Betty took her turn to crouch- luckily this area had a soft rug for a better cushion- and tugged down his zipper. With practiced expertise, she yanked both his pants and underwear down in one motion, setting his cock springing to life in front of her face. She leaned back to take it in and was surprised to see what awaited her. What he lacked in length, he made up for in girth. That's not to say he was a small man, it looked to stand just above average, but the circumference of his erect prick made her mouth water. She wrapped her hand around it, barely feeling the tips of her fingers connect as she worked down toward his balls.

"Someone is excited to see me." Betty said, looking up into Joseph's eyes.

"More than you know." He said.

She chuckled and took him into her mouth, making him gasp. Working his girth past her lips was a challenge, but once she was able to moisten his dick, it slid in slightly easier. She took her time, licking down each side of his shaft, savoring the taste and feeling the bulging veins as they brushed against her tongue. She spit on the head and rubbed it around his length, speeding up her pumps.

"Oh god." Whispered Joseph.

He began to unbutton his shirt and yanked it off to expose a plain white undershirt. He pulled that over his head which rendered him completely nude, save for his bunched pants and underwear on his ankles. He ran his hands through Betty's blonde hair, pushing her gently down the length of his cock as she widened her mouth. She could get most of it in before running out of room and began teasing him with her tongue. She sucked him off, using all of her blowjob techniques which would put most women to shame.

"You're good at this." Joseph muttered, giving her hair a slight tug.

Betty wrapped her arms around his waist and grabbed his ass. He started to thrust into her mouth as she bobbed upon his length. With his wild thrusts and deep moans, Betty took a chance to kick things up a notch. She slid her right pointer finger between the cheeks of his ass and began teasing his asshole. HIs thrusts slowed at her touch, but after a few minutes, he was back to full swing. She pulled away from his anus and collected some of her spittle from his cock before resuming. With her pointer now wet, she eased it into his tight entrance, making him halt in place after uttering a surprised moan.

"Woah, that's... That's new." Said Joseph.

She pushed her finger in more and pulled him towards her, sucking his cock deep into her mouth. She expertly navigated to his prostate and within seconds, had him squealing like a hog, fucking her face wildly as his sensations fired off. She honed in on all the right zones, pushing him closer and closer to release. But Betty wasn't ready for him to finish.

They were just getting started.

Betty pulled her finger from his ass with a slight suction sound and stood from her kneeling position, wiping her chin. She grabbed her dress and yanked it over herself before unclasping her bra. She set them both over the back of the couch and stood in front of him completely naked. Joseph eyed her form from top to bottom, his cock giving a little jump in excitement. He quickly stepped out of his shoes and pants, carelessly kicking them across the floor.

"Was that your first time having a finger up the ass?" Betty asked.

"It was. I wasn't expecting that."

"And how did you like it?" She asked, as she sauntered away from him toward the big windows overlooking the city.

"I mean, you were doing something right because I've never felt anything that intense." Joseph admitted.

"I don't know why men get so ashamed of it, it's literally a tool that will send you into the best orgasms of your life. I'm happy to show you, if you'd like." Said Betty, eyeing the streets below.

"I may take you up on that, but for now, I think I'd like to fuck you instead."

"Then get over here and do it." Said Betty, looking seductively over her shoulder at him.

"In front of the window?" Joseph asked, slowly making his way toward her.

"What's the matter, afraid a few birds will catch us in the act? Nobody from below is going to see anything, and if they do... That's pretty sexy if I'm being honest." Betty said, reaching a hand out to him.

He walked over and took it, letting her pull him close. She turned and placed her back against the glass while wrapping her left leg around his waist. Betty, with all her yoga experience, was as limber as one could want, which opened up many possibilities for all the positions anyone would ever want to try. She grabbed his cock and as she guided it toward her eager pussy, her phone chimed from the counter with a very special tone. A tone that could only mean one thing.

"Looks like I won this bet." Betty joked, removing her leg from around his waist while gently pushing him back.

"What do you mean?" Joseph asked.

Betty could feel Joseph's eyes on her as she walked to the counter, swinging her ass playfully for him to see. She grabbed the phone and touched the screen, waking it up. She walked over to Joseph with a smile and handed it over.

"Before you could even get your cock in me." Said Betty.

The screen had a message from the Velvet Lily, congratulating Betty on her newest subscriber, who was undoubtedly the man from the fifth floor.

"Well I'll be damned." Said Joseph.

"And he is on the highest paying tier." Said Betty, snatching the phone away from him before walking back to the counter.

She set it down and walked to the window, rounding Joseph to again lean her back against the pane of glass while wrapping her leg around him. "Now," she whispered. "Where were we?"

Before he could answer, she guided his prick to her pussy and pulled him tight to her body, feeling the girth burrow into her cunt. She moaned aloud, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He began thrusting slowly, pushing her against the window with each insertion. She gently clawed his back with her nails, being careful not to send him back to his wife with any visible scarring. That would be a hard thing to deny.

"Surely you have more than that." Betty whispered into his ear.

"You like it rough, huh?" He whispered back, pushing into her more fiercely.

"Very much so."

As if to prove her point, she began bucking wildly against him, sending his cock in and out of her soaked pussy in hearty motions. He grabbed her waist with one hand and the thigh she had wrapped around him with the other and began matching her thrusts, fucking her wildly. The force of the humping smashed her repeatedly into the window and for a split second, she worried she may break through and plummet to her death. Her facial expression must have alerted him to that very thought.

"You don't have to worry, these windows won't break for fucking anything." Joseph said, slamming her bare ass against the pane of glass as he thrusted into her.

Her pussy was gripping Joseph's cock tightly, sending sparks up her back. In a quick readjustment, Betty gave a small hop, wrapping her other leg around Joseph while he suspended her in mid-air, using the window for extra support. He held firmly to her ass, squeezing it tight as he continued fucking her with reckless abandon.

"Just like that, fuck me harder!" Betty begged.

Her back started to glide across the smooth surface of the window as she worked up a sweat, which made the position much more comfortable as she stopped sticking to the glass. The thought of hundreds of people, walking and driving the streets below as she was pinned to the glass while being fucked made her mind race- even better, it soaked her pussy. The angle Joseph had, allowed his cock to continually brush against her G-spot which fogged Betty's brain. Every thrust of his hips bucked her against the glass, making her moan into the otherwise silent penthouse suite.

"I'm getting close, I'm going to cum!' Said Joseph as if in a panic.

"Set me down, I'm not ready." Said Betty, pushing against his chest.

He obeyed and helped her climb off and she couldn't help but notice the small look of disappointment in his eyes as his cock slid from her pussy.

"Cheer up big guy, just give yourself a bit to come down and we will get back at it." Said Betty, walking to the counter toward her drink.

She picked up the glass and took a hearty sip of the bourbon, leaving just a bit left. She turned as he walked over, his erect prick standing proudly ahead of him like a guiding arrow. Joseph was a thicker man, not necessarily muscular, but also not fat. Betty thought of him as husky- having more meat on his bones. She realized at that moment that she didn't often go for the huskier men- not because she didn't want to, but usually the men that approached her were of the fit type. It was refreshing to see someone more average. To Betty, dick was dick, regardless of who it was attached to.

"Take a picture, it might last you longer." Said Joseph with a smile.

"I just might, but then again, the less proof we have of tonight may just be better for everyone involved." Said Betty, finishing her drink.

"Touche."

Betty looked at the boxes of dessert on the counter and grabbed one of them, popping the lid open to showcase a beautiful piece of tiramisu. Joseph walked around her to the kitchen where he opened a drawer, grabbing two forks before walking back, holding one out to her. Betty chuckled and took the fork, setting it down on the counter.

"We aren't going to need utensils, Joseph." She said, giving him a mischievous look.

She took her pointer finger and scooped some of the chocolate dusted cream from the top before bringing it to her mouth, seductively sucking it off while holding Joseph's eye contact. His eyes widened and his cock gave another playful jump. This man wore his fucking heart on his sleeve.

"Mmm, that's delicious, give it a try." Said Betty, dipping her finger back into the dessert.

Joseph walked closer, opening his mouth, expecting Betty to finger-feed him. He stopped in his tracks as Betty spread the sweet cream on her nipple, spreading it around. She looked at him and smiled, pushing her chest out to him. He closed the gap between them quickly and within seconds had her nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking to clean the tiramisu from her hardening bud.

"I can see that someone likes dessert." Said Betty, dipping her finger back into the cake.

She spread it across her other nipple, laughing as Joseph quickly honed in on it, sucking it much like he had with her first nipple. He flicked his tongue playfully across it, making her groan in delight. She fingered some more of the delicious treat into her mouth before setting the container down. She leaned against the edge of the counter while Joseph fondled her tits, suckling on each one repeatedly.

"I think it's my turn to have some, don't you agree?" Betty asked.

Joseph pulled away with a shit-eating grin on his face and grabbed the closed container. He popped it open and plunged his finger straight into the middle of it, grabbing a hearty amount. He then spread the dessert on his cock, brushing it across the top of his shaft before smearing it down the sides. Betty watched him hungrily and when he was done, she grabbed his dessert-covered finger and sucked it clean, using her tongue to trace his digit exotically.

"So delicious." She said, pulling his finger from her mouth.

She dropped to her knees and slowly pulled his tiramisu covered cock into her mouth, again stretching wide to accommodate his now creamy girth. She bobbed up and down, cleaning the sweets from his prick as he moaned. He rested his hands on her shoulders as she worked faster, now focusing on giving him another good blowjob since the tiramisu had been cleaned off. She fondled his balls, making him squirm, and forced herself further on him, feeling the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat. But Betty didn't gag, she was far too experienced for that.

Betty gently pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva, which she spread across his prick and then grabbed him, leading him toward the bedroom. He let Betty lead him by the prick and once in the bedroom, she let go and jumped on the bed, landing on all fours with her ass facing him. She swiveled it at him, enticing him like a meal on a silver platter. In no time at all, Joseph had his place behind her, standing at the foot of the bed, where he guided his loaded prick into her awaiting cunt. Her lips parted as his girth burrowed inside and he grabbed hold of her hips.

"Give it to me, fuck me hard!" Said Betty, gripping the sheets in her hands.

"Call me daddy!" Said Joseph as he started to thrust.

"You need to earn that title, Mr. Mayor." Betty replied, arching her back as Joseph pushed into her hard.

Betty looked out the floor to ceiling windows across the bedroom, seeing a faint glow from the city below. It was dark enough that she could see her reflection and she savored the sight of her perfect form being taken from behind by the city's mayor of all people. The way he gripped her hips, the way his balls slapped against her swollen clit and the faint ripples that spread across her ass as his hips collided into her... It was perfect.

"Oh, you dirty boy, is that all you got?" Betty teased, looking over her shoulder at him.

He smiled and began fucking her harder, his breaths exploding from his mouth as he gave it all he had. She again watched in the window, seeing the scene of a man truly going wild in a forbidden act. His dick slammed into her over and over as her pussy juice coated every inch he had. She felt the growing rush of an orgasm as he kept at it, now grabbing her ass and squeezing as if his life depended on it.

"Just like that, fuck me just like that, don't stop!" Cried Betty, bucking against Joseph.

Her clit was tingling like a million fireworks and her legs began to tremble as the orgasm began knocking on her door. She angled herself, providing the right position for Joseph's swollen cock to hit her G-spot again and having accomplished the perfect rhythm, she blew in mere seconds.

"Fuck yes!" Betty cried again, balling the sheets in her fists as her orgasm arrived.

Her thighs trembled quicker and she moaned like a wild animal as Joseph continued to thrust into her, feeling the inner walls of her pussy contracting around him in an erotic dance. It was then that Joseph started moaning in a new way- a way that could only mean one thing. Joseph was close. Feeling satisfied at the orgasm she had been granted, she gave into his request.

"Yes, fuck me daddy! Fuck my tight little pussy, daddy!" She said, again putting on her best fuck-me voice.

"Again!" Said Joseph, gripping her hips and fucking her quicker.

"Give it to me daddy, I want you to cum inside my pussy. Please, daddy, please cum inside of me!"

The dam broke, and it broke quick. With a wild buck, Betty threw herself at him as he pushed into her, releasing a hefty torrent of cum straight into her cunt. Betty could feel the warmth as it painted her insides, with each fresh burst of jizz firing off.

"Yes daddy! Oh, so much cum!" She cried.

Betty always found it fascinating at how differently men acted when it came to finishing inside of her. There were the men who halted all movement and simply went to stone as they came, pulling her tightly against them as their balls emptied. And then there were the men like Joseph, who thrust their way through the whole thing, slipping in and out of her pussy all the while. Some men did a small combination of both, lasting a few pumps before halting to finish the job, or vice versa.

It was the next motion that Betty didn't expect, and it was something that very few men ever did- a special breed of man. He kept going. Well after Joseph had fired off his last rope, he continued fucking her from behind, his moans growing quieter but his movements holding steady.

"Oh Joseph, I'm impressed. You have more for me?" She said, again looking at the reflection in the mirror.

"Daddy has more!" Replied Joseph.

This excited Betty, but she was in for a change of scenery, so with an unexpected lurch, she sprang forward, feeling Joseph's girthy monster slip from her now creamy pussy, and doubled back. With the impressive kegel work she had done, she managed this entire motion without spilling a single drop on the bed, saving Joseph's sheets from a special painting of his own seed. She grabbed him, giggling at his bewildered expression and yanked him on the bed, rotating him on his back. Having him where she wanted him, she climbed aboard and settled onto his cock.

"Now let me do some of the work." Said Betty, settling on her knees on either side of his waist while placing her palms on his slick chest.

She began rocking on his lap, working his cock like a gearshift and found the perfect spot to service herself. Finding a rhythm, she began gliding up and down his pole, using his cock like a plaything for her own satisfaction- but from his facial expression, Joseph was enjoying himself. He reached up and took her tits in his hands, giving them a squeeze while he ran her erect nipples between his middle fingers and thumbs. She picked up the pace, dropping onto his lap with a repeated slapping sound as her pussy swallowed his cock over and over. It was hard to keep his previous ejaculation contained in this position and could feel the cum start to leak from around his pistoning prick.

"You going to cum for me again, daddy?" She asked him, biting her lip.

"Yes, I'm going to cum again, just don't stop!" Joseph begged.

"Why would I do a silly thing like that?" She replied.

She worked the engorged head of his cock against her G-spot, building herself up to another release. On top of another orgasm, it was an incredible ab workout- two birds, one stone. She gently dug her nails into his chest, again being cognizant of the pressure to avoid leaving marks.

"I think I may come first." She whimpered, working faster.

Joseph fondled her breasts harder, heightening her arousal. She let her orgasm build steadily, rather than rushing straight in. Per her experience, the longer you built up to it- realistically of course- the better it felt. It was a marathon and not a sprint. She closed her eyes, focusing solely on her climax. She was close and apparently so was Joseph as the telltale moans reappeared. It was then that it became a race, wanting to beat him to it with determined motions, she arrived at the finish line.

"Fuck yes!" She cried, riding his lap quickly now that her orgasm arrived in full-swing

Halfway through her passionate throws, she felt another warm burst inside of her cunt. Knowing that Joseph was a man who preferred motion as opposed to stillness, she continued her riding, focusing on him rather than her, which meant she swallowed his cock over and over in rapid succession as his balls emptied for the second time.

"There you go, get it all out!" Said Betty.

She slowed and finally rested upon his lap as Joseph caught his breath, letting his arms fall limp to the bed on either side of him. His cock began to deflate where it rested inside of her and she slowly climbed off, plunging a hand between her legs to catch the dripping cum. She carefully crawled off the bed and waddled to the bathroom where she sat on the toilet and got rid of the rest.

"That was incredible!" Joseph shouted to her from the bed.

Betty appeared from the bathroom moments later with a smile. "You can say that again, I'm impressed at your vigor, Mr. Mayor. Going back to back like that is a rare commodity."

"Honestly, I didn't know I could do it, I just didn't want to stop so I pushed my way through. It was a pleasant surprise that you didn't pull away after the first one, so thank you." Joseph said, sitting up.

"No need to thank me. After all, I myself came multiple times tonight so I'm happy to oblige."

Betty slowly left the bedroom toward the kitchen, prompting Joseph to follow her. He watched as she grabbed her phone and began typing something in. He walked over and grabbed a fork from the counter and began eating the tiramisu, which was missing several chunks from their fun.

"You know, I don't think I'll ever be able to look at tiramisu the same again after tonight. In a good way, I mean." Joseph said while taking a bite.

"Well, I'm glad to have given you a new perspective!" Betty replied without looking up.

"What you doing?" Joseph asked.

"Ordering a ride home." Said Betty. "It'll be here in fifteen."

"Oh... I thought maybe you'd, I don't know, spend the night." Said Joseph, his mood deflating.

She looked at him with a reassuring smile before setting her phone back down. "Oh, Joseph, don't take this personally! I've made it a point not to stay the night at strange men's homes. That's not to say I'm calling you strange, but I don't really know you, and all things considered, I'd much rather prefer my bed."

"But it's late, and I can crash on the couch while you have the bed." Replied Joseph.

"I'm flattered, really, but I'm afraid I'm holding myself to this. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me, as cheesy and cliche as that sounds. I've had an amazing night and I will always look back on this moment, especially when I order tiramisu for dessert," said Betty, running a finger down Joseph's bare, sweaty chest. "Sucking the cream from your thick cock, while you licked my tits clean... It's enough to make me wet just thinking about it."

Joseph shuddered at her touch and Betty giggled as his limp dick began to grow slowly. She was tempted to touch him, rile him up again and maybe see if she could make him blow for a third time this evening, but truth be told, she was exhausted and really wanted a shower. So instead, she removed her finger and walked over to where her dress and underwear rested over the back of the couch.

"Can we do this again sometime?" Joseph asked, watching her step into her leopard print panties.

"That depends," said Betty, now hiding her immaculate chest behind the black bra.

"Depends on what?"

"On whether or not I get another invite. You have my number, and I'm always open for dinner and dessert." Said Betty with a smile.

"Well, you can definitely plan on me reaching out, tonight was nice." Replied Joseph, forking another bite of dessert into his mouth.

Betty pulled on her dress and fluffed up her hair using the reflection in the massive windows. The cityscape glowed a beautiful orange below her and she watched as the cars zipped by in the streets while the people walked the sidewalks, looking like insects from her perspective. She made her way to the kitchen sink where she began rinsing off the small vibrator that had kicked the evening off. She dried it and then stuck it and the remote into her clutch.

"Are you sure this doesn't bother you, me being married and all?" Joseph asked.

"I think it bothers you more than it does me, judging by the question. I will make myself clear on this matter just once to appease your inquiry," said Betty, turning to look at Joseph. "Your marriage isn't my business and I have no desire to inquire about your wife, because frankly, I don't care. I know that may sound harsh, but that's the truth of it.

"I am often asked why I'm not in a relationship, how I've gone this long maintaining my single status, and the honest truth is that I prefer it that way. I'm honest with myself and those around me in saying that I am not one that could remain committed. I know that if I were to 'settle down' that I would end up breaking the heart of whoever committed to me."

Joseph nodded, then grabbed the bottle of bourbon and topped off his glass before taking a sip.

"I joke that I have a pussy that is never satisfied. It constantly craves attention and if I don't give in, it's pure agony. My sex drive is exorbitantly high and I have a lifestyle that works around that craving, which works for me, but wouldn't in a serious relationship. I've then often been asked 'well why not have an open relationship?' to which I say it's still a commitment.

"I have made a career around sex and pleasure and from that career, I have accomplished what many can only dream of. I don't have a mortgage, or a car payment. I can travel where and when I want and treat myself to the finer things in life. All of that is possible because of my very hungry cunt, so I capitalized on it. All that's to say, I have a lifestyle that doesn't meet the status quo."

"Don't you ever get lonely?" Asked Joseph.

"Of course I do, but don't you? I apologize for the statement, but you are a married man who just finished fucking another woman, and I can't imagine you'd do that if you were happy in your relationship. I don't like this conversation because it forces me to expose the monster in everyone's closet, the one that is always scratching for more, and the only way I've found to appease it, is to let it free.

"So, to answer your question, I don't think less of you, because I know that part of you exists. That part of everyone exists. Some will go their entire lives denying and fighting against it, where others, like yourself, give in to the craving. If you are feeling guilty, I would recommend thinking about what it is you want and going from there."

Joseph swirled the glass in his hand, deep in thought. Betty let the silence linger, looking at the clock on the microwave in the kitchen. Her ride would be arriving in the next five minutes. She shouldered her clutch and put her phone inside before walking to stand next to Joseph.

"I can see you are battling yourself internally, so I think it's best you ruminate on this. That being said," said Betty, gently grabbing Joseph's flaccid prick. "I am always a text away, even if you just wanted to catch dinner without dessert. But if dessert is on the menu, you can always count me in."

She gave his prick a hearty squeeze, making him shudder, then let go and walked to the door.

"Wait, let me walk you out, it's the least I could do." Joseph said in a hurry.

"No, no, it's fine. You're bare-ass naked so I will make my own way. I will say though," she said, letting her hand linger on the doorknob. "If the penthouse next door ever goes up for sale, please let me know, I'd seriously consider looking into it. The views are amazing."

"Really? I uh... Yeah I'll do just that. I don't know the guy who owns it but I'll be sure to let you know."

"Thanks." Said Betty, opening the door to the hallway. She popped her head back in before closing it. "Just shoot me a text the next time you want a finger in your ass, you won't ever experience an orgasm quite like it, or so I've been told." She joked, flashing him a wink.

Joseph chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind. Goodnight, Betty."

"Goodnight, Joseph." Said Betty, shutting the door before he could respond.

She looked at the door on the opposite side of the wide hall, really wondering if the chance to purchase would ever arise. She didn't need another property, but honestly, what would it hurt? She could always rent it out if needed for some extra cash flow, but for now, she let it remain as a daydream.

She walked to the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. As she descended, a funny thought arose of her stopping on the fifth floor and making her newest subscriber's night by doing a quick visit. If it hadn't almost been midnight, she would have considered it and instead let the elevator descend to the lobby. She got a ping that her ride was outside as the doors opened and she quickly made her way through the main doors of the building.

She had been hoping that maybe it would have been the same driver as the first two trips that night, but it wasn't. The driver of the BMW was a stout, older man with a thick mustache and large glasses, who stood holding the back door open for Betty. She thanked him and hopped into the car, watching the man round the car and hop into the driver seat.

"How's your night so far, miss?" The man asked.

"Amazing, thank you for asking. And yours?"

"I can't complain!" He said, pulling away from the curb.

The driver had a small picture of his family posted to the dashboard next to the display screen, and they looked like a happy little group. He had the whole deal, a wife and three kids, good for him. Betty closed her eyes and let her head rest against the seat as she took her ride home. Just under twenty minutes later, the car stopped and the man let her out. She thanked him and handed him a hundred dollar bill, which he tried to give back. She insisted, saying that she appreciated the late night lift.

She walked up her driveway as the man pulled away from her house. Once inside, she kicked off her heels and carried them up the stairs toward her bedroom. She started the shower and undressed, putting her dirty clothes in the hamper while setting her heels in their appropriate spot. She settled into the warm water and worked on cleaning herself quickly, not wanting to take her time.

Once cleaned and dried, she pulled on a pair of comfortable panties and a large t-shirt before brushing her teeth and applying her facial creams. She wandered to her bed and quickly jumped in, savoring the cold spots between the sheets. It was then that a chime on her phone went off. The chime. She smiled and grabbed it, shocked to see another notification had gone off when she was in the shower.

"Three for three." Said Betty with a smile.

She wasn't surprised to see that Joseph had subscribed to her highest tier, of course using a fake name, which he outlined in a private message to her. But she was a bit surprised to see her first driver of the night had also subscribed. Not to the highest tier, but rather the second highest, which would still grant him special perks.

She combed through her pictures to her hidden folder which contained pictures not seen by anyone else. One of her biggest perks for subscribers was a personalized message including a one and only picture just for them, which she deleted from her phone after sending. It gave them the impression that they had something truly special from her, not to be shared with anyone else. She fired off the three personalized messages- Mr. Fifth floor, Mr. Rideshare and Mr. Mayor- and included a special picture for each of them, welcoming them to the subscription and thanking them from the bottom of her heart.

She plugged her phone in and silenced her notifications, rolling over and snuggling up in her bed. She let a small smile spread across her lips as she dozed off to sleep. Not only did she get to scratch the itch with some pretty good sex, but she ended with another three subscribers, which she would celebrate with a special recording for her fans tomorrow. Three for three, what a wonderful fucking day indeed for NymphoBetty.

***Thank you for taking the time to read my story, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did when writing it. I said it before, and I'll say it again, Betty has quickly become one of my favorite characters I've brought to the page and any day I get to explore her antics is a good day indeed. This particular story landed in my head for no particular reason and I had this image of Betty, sitting in a fancy restaurant with a remote-operated vibrator. Joseph just happened to be the lucky character to accompany her that evening and was given the control of her pleasure. Although Betty's sexual desires may be severely exaggerated, it has been a blast exploring the life of a bonafide nymphomaniac and I eagerly look forward to what happens next. As of writing, I'm not entirely sure what the next chapter will be, but I have a few planned and I hope you are excited to read them in the future. As always, I look forward to your comments and emails- positive or constructive- as they all help me refine my writing skills and continue exploring the endless boundaries of erotica. Thank you to all my supporters and to all who have given my works even an ounce of your time. From the LLL, I look forward to our next encounter!***