Nikki's First Bull
Copyright© 2026 by TheNovleist2000
Chapter 10: The continuation of the story in Burma
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10: The continuation of the story in Burma - Nikki submits to her father’s choice while her bf endures.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Consensual Heterosexual Cuckold Wimp Husband DomSub Humiliation Exhibitionism
Under the dim light of chandeliers and fancy art decor, Paul looked at Nikki with lust.
She was wearing a thin, blue dress, and even though it wasn’t as fancy as the one she wore for Han, it was still pretty risque for a Burmese girl, with thin shoulder straps, a short hem and a neckline that went lower than he was comfortable with.
All evening, he’d been staring more at her breasts than at his food. If he squinted really hard, he could almost make out the outlines of her bra, and the constant risk of her dress hiking up under the table to reveal her knickerless cunt to unwitting passersby kept him on edge.
Across the table, Nikki seemed to be lost in thought. She’d spoken only a few words since they arrived and seemed to be mechanically going through the motions of dinner. Even then, Paul was grateful that she was spending the evening with him.
“Do you like the food?” He said finally, breaking the silence.
She nodded, throwing a cordial smile at him, before going back to her silence. She stirred her drink, the ice cubes clinking softly against the glass, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the restaurant wall.
“What are you thinking about?” Paul said, trying to get her attention.
The question seemed to snap her out of her thoughts, and she gave him an apologetic look. “I’m thinking about him,” she said, biting her lip.
The mere mention of Han made Paul’s heart skip a beat, and he felt blood rushing to his temples. The whole room started to shrink, and sweat beaded his brows, as more blood rushed to his groin.
Paul swallowed, steadied his nerves and set his spoon down, completely captivated by the idea that she was thinking about Han even when she was physically right in front of him.
“What exactly about him are you thinking?” Paul asked, half curious, half dreading the answer.
“You know what I’m thinking about,” she said, maintaining eye contact.
She leaned down to her drink with a smirk, as if telling him to look. As Paul watched, she took the straw between her red lips, wrapping them around it, even tugging her hair behind her ears in a deliberate, familiar motion.
Paul almost choked. He coughed and gasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before whispering. “Are you thinking about the time you blew him?”
“Mm-hmm,” she replied, still sipping her drink. She then lifted her head, a thin string of saliva stretching from the straw to her lips, which she quickly wiped off with a napkin.
Paul couldn’t believe it. She was teasing him in public, and it was even more frustrating than last time at the motel because he couldn’t even touch himself now to take the edge off.
She seemed to have noticed that too. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he felt her foot on his crotch. “Stay still,” she said, tapping the cock with her toes and gently massaging it.
Paul looked around the hall they were in. The restaurant was large enough that no one was seated next to them, and the tablecloth that fell to his knees provided good cover for her foot. Still, it was risky. They weren’t alone in the dimly lit hall of this high-end restaurant, and the thrill of being discovered almost made him cum on the spot.
“Relax,” she said, putting her foot down. “I just wanted to know whether you are ... hard or not,” she continued. “Apparently, you are.”
“Can you keep it down?” Paul whispered, his mind racing. He tried to pick up the spoon, at least to pretend that he was eating, so as not to draw attention to their table. But the return of her foot on his crotch made him drop it. The spoon fell from his hand, hit the edge of the table and dropped to the floor with a clang.
“Why?” She whispered. “Are you scared people might find out that your soon-to-be-wife gave head ... to another man?”
“This is neither the time nor pl--”
Before he could finish, Nikki’s foot pressed down hard, pinning his cock and balls against the chair. Paul sucked in a sharp breath as a bead of sweat broke across his brow.
“Ouggfff,” he squeaked, stifling it with one hand, struggling to keep his composure.
“Admit it.” Nikki said. “You love the thought.”
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