If “baby” isn’t good enough, how does “wh*re” sound instead?

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Hey, what's wrong? I can hear the gears in your brain turning from over here. You haven't said anything.

You've been practically comatose all night. Baby, you've barely said two words since we sat down. No, no, of course I'm not mad, I'm just curious.

Something's clearly on your mind. Why don't I ever call you by a pet name? What do you mean? I call you baby all the time.

What brought this on? Your coworker has a new boyfriend and they're being all cute, aren't they? In the honeymoon stage? Don't let it bother you.

We were gross and cute like that when we first got together too. You're pouting. Yes, yes you are.

I can see you plain as day. You're not invisible. All right, stop with that look and come over here.

It's okay. Just move your chair closer. Much better.

Now, if this is something that's bothering you that much, why don't we come up with something together? Would you like that? You would? Good.

So if baby isn't good enough, what about baby girl? Better? Not quite? Okay.

How about something silly and sweet then? What about honey bear? Sugar plum? Maybe gumdrop? No? You don't want anything with food in it? All right.

Fair enough. How about princess? Is that getting a little warmer? Are you sure? Unhook your knees from under the table, princess.

If you're not going to be entirely honest with me, I know a very specific part of you that never lies to me. Uh-uh-uh. Keep your legs open.

Just like that. Where were we? Right.

Princess, you seem to like that one. Or was that shudder from my hand grazing your knee? So sensitive already.

I'm not going to do anything, so just relax and breathe. I think we can come up with something better, though. Don't you? You know, we're quite the creative pair when we want to be.

So no to pet names with food in it. And why didn't you like baby girl? It was fine.

You don't sound convinced. It's okay. We can keep brainstorming.

Eyes forward, sweetheart. Don't look up at me like that. Why? The fact you don't know what your face looks like when you're getting turned on means I've failed you.

We'll be fixing that problem as soon as we deal with this one. How long do you think we have before our food comes out? Focus.

Keep your hands on the table like a good girl. Oh, there it is. So, sweetheart didn't do much for you, but a silly little good girl gets you going.

Of course it does. And here I thought we were being creative. You're so predictable, baby.

You know, if you keep squirming like that, someone's gonna start paying attention to us and I don't think you want that, do you? I didn't think so. So take a sip of your water because you're very thirsty and keep those delicious sounds quiet.

So we finally established one good girl, but I think we should keep exploring. We can do better than that, right? Your thighs are so, so soft.

Now open your legs wider. Don't be shy, princess. Wider.

You know exactly where my hand is going and we have maybe ten minutes to find a decent nickname for you in the meantime. Oh, fuck. No panties? You are a very good girl.

If it wouldn't be so obvious, I would dip under the table and taste you right now. And bury my tongue inside that little pussy until you scream. Shit, the way your pussy fucking gushed.

Is that it? Is that what was wrong? Stop being too nice.

You don't want a pet name that I can call you in public, do you? You want something that I grunt into your ear when I'm fucking you from behind. Shoving every inch of my cock into that perfect little pussy.

I told you that a certain part of you can't lie to me, and your pussy's dripping onto that very expensive chair underneath you. Here. Grip the table if you have to, but don't move your hands.

Just sit there like my pretty little fuck doll while I slip my finger into you. Just like that. Keep your hips still.

I didn't tell you to move. If you behave for me, I'm gonna let you come, baby girl. If and only if you behave.

Perfect. Drink some more water. You keep licking your lips.

Oh, fuck. Good girl, listening so well when all I'm doing is filling you with my finger. Are you imagining my cock, sweetheart? Yeah, you are.

I know you are, baby girl. You're used to something much bigger filling you, stretching your little pussy out, making you all fucking sloppy and full. Another finger? Only because you asked so nicely and your cunt is squeezing around me.

Do you know how fucking hard I am right now? Just having my fingers massaging you, teasing your clit. It's pretty easy to tell how turned on you are.

I should have known that you were like this, that you would enjoy being fingered in a fancy restaurant in public. If anyone looked under the table, they would see you and your bare, swollen pussy with your juices running down your fucking thighs. Oh my god.

Fuck. Do you remember the first time I fucked you? The way you absolutely begged me to put it in raw and then pleaded for me not to pull out.

Just to plug you up with my cum. To breed you like the absolute bitch you are. You were so fucking hot that night.

The way you took my cock, letting me just pound you until you were nothing more than writhing, soaked mess in that bed. I don't know how I didn't figure it out earlier. You're just a whore wanting nothing more than to be used, right? Uh-uh, quiet.

I'm gonna take my fingers out. I'm gonna make you sit in the mess you've made so far. That's it.

You can move your hips now, slowly. Just like that. Ride my fingers like you ride my cock.

I can see our waiter coming. Are you gonna come for me? It wasn't a question.

You're gonna come for me. One more finger, just for you, with a little more pressure on the clit. Mmm, you're shaking.

It's okay. If my pretty whore can't be quiet, you can lay your head on my shoulder. That's it.

I know. You're right there. Come on my fingers, baby.

Come on my fingers. Cover my hand, your dress, this expensive fucking chair with all your cum. Cum, that's it.

Fucking cum for me. Yes. Oh, fuck.

That's it. Buck your hips. Clench around my fucking fingers.

Fuck. You did so good, baby. Your cum is tripping onto the floor.

Oh, don't worry. She's fine. Maybe just a tad too much wine, but I think we're gonna skip dessert.

Can you just bring us the check? Yes, thank you. Lift your head for me, baby.

I know you're embarrassed, but the way you kept squeezing around my fingers when the waiter was here? Fuck. I wish it had been my cock.

Open your mouth and clean my fingers off. That's it. Shh, no whimpering.

No one's paying attention to us. Just wrap those lips around my fingers. I don't think we settled on a pet name, but you have no reason to be envious of your co-worker.

Because my beautiful, perfect princess, when we get home, I am going to fuck you until you're nothing more than my stupid cockslut. Isn't that right? That's right, good girl.