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Dirk and Davina in a loop
Dirk and Davina in a loop
On returning to the Plaza, we decided that the first order would be to clear out the Apple iCloud software so that Dirk’s own cloud-based operating system would control everything including a fake Apple response to requests from Apple for updates and such.
Not because Dirk was averse to using the OS supplied with the machine, but his was custom built and more secure without constantly being used by the background notifications that Apple used to keep track of things for their own security. Dirk’s cloud was buried in the deepest part of the deep web and was its own security being far below where other users could not reach.
The software that allowed access to the financial system was monitored by Dirks secure system and replied to and flagged if anything was discovered.
“What does your security do that other antivirus packages don’t do?” Davina asked him.
“The standard avg stuff works quite well but the programs behind it were written by people who know the dark web and have to prevent their programs and their databases from being hacked by people like them,” he said, “you see there are layers and layers which have fairly open levels that allow the software guys to write programs that interact so that the security is less invasive.”
Davina thought about this and then asked,” Do the password saving programs like Dashlane work well or are they a scam?”
Dirk laughed and said, “My password keeper works well but as I have exclusive use of it because I wrote it, you would expect it to really. I have installed it on your machine which is why your screen has a thumbprint to open your machine.”
“That is where all the racy shit happens because only you and me can get past that login, you can see all the stuff you are used to seeing and the folders where you keep important things but without your or my thumbprint you can’t see any of it or access it.” He said.
“Let’s go and get food or would you like to fuck before eating?” Dirk asked.
“I know you and you will have me fucking until after midnight and we won’t be able to take in a show or anything else but we can fuck all night after eating and I would like to go to a blues or jazz club.” She said.
“That sounds like a brilliant idea.” He said. “It should only be a cab ride to Frith Street for Ronnie Scott’s jazz club, about half an hour I think.” He stated.
They went down to the restaurant and chose a main meal with some wine and got the desk to call a cab.
Arriving in Soho when the streets were crowded and the traffic was jammed. They paid off the cabbie and walked up the street.
Ronnie Scotts is understated but the club was buzzing with excitement and good jazz playing live on stage.
They found a table and Davina grabbed his cock to hold on for the rest of the evening.
They got drinks at the table.
Davina asked, “Do you dance?”
“Up close and personal.” He said with a smile.
They got up when a slow bluesy number started and Davina clasped him to her like he was glued to her.
She rubbed against him with the full intention of trying to make him come. As he was wearing black chinos, so he responded and she felt his release inside her and his cock grew which she was aware of.
They sat back at their table and ordered another round of drinks. When they arrived, she had her hand down his pants and was getting a handful of his come to from her hand and each finger was inserted slowly into her mouth. He watched with fascination as she licked her lips after each finger was cleaned.
There was an intermission while the band took a break and they used the time to find a disabled loo so they could enter together.
Davina got her fangs out and took a refreshing donation from his cock. Dirk felt the alternating pain and then the pleasure of her swallowing him as far as she could. She worked him in and out squeezing his balls and he came with a mighty expansion of his size.
Davina gagged a little until her throat and her mouth adjusted to the new sizes. Dirk felt the release of the tightness on his cock and yet another delivery of his sperm filled the esophagus.
She withdrew to his glans and took another small sip of his blood to vary his sensitivities. Her fangs retracted and her tongue slid down into her throat ahead of her lips as a further sperm package went across her tongue and the taste of him caused her orgasm to explode and her thong was drenched with her fluids.
A gentle tap on the loo door was followed by a concerned gentle voice asking if they were OK.
Dirk replied and said, “We had to empty my colostomy bag but we are nearly done.”
The voice replied, “Sorry to intrude, take as long as you need.”
When they repaired the clothing, they returned to their table and found two new drinks with a note saying, ‘On the house with our compliments.’
Davina started to giggle and Dirk suggested they drink up and get back to the Plaza so they could spend the rest of the night pleasuring each other.
To be continued…..
On returning to the Plaza, we decided that the first order would be to clear out the Apple iCloud software so that Dirk’s own cloud-based operating system would control everything including a fake Apple response to requests from Apple for updates and such.
Not because Dirk was averse to using the OS supplied with the machine, but his was custom built and more secure without constantly being used by the background notifications that Apple used to keep track of things for their own security. Dirk’s cloud was buried in the deepest part of the deep web and was its own security being far below where other users could not reach.
The software that allowed access to the financial system was monitored by Dirks secure system and replied to and flagged if anything was discovered.
“What does your security do that other antivirus packages don’t do?” Davina asked him.
“The standard avg stuff works quite well but the programs behind it were written by people who know the dark web and have to prevent their programs and their databases from being hacked by people like them,” he said, “you see there are layers and layers which have fairly open levels that allow the software guys to write programs that interact so that the security is less invasive.”
Davina thought about this and then asked,” Do the password saving programs like Dashlane work well or are they a scam?”
Dirk laughed and said, “My password keeper works well but as I have exclusive use of it because I wrote it, you would expect it to really. I have installed it on your machine which is why your screen has a thumbprint to open your machine.”
“That is where all the racy shit happens because only you and me can get past that login, you can see all the stuff you are used to seeing and the folders where you keep important things but without your or my thumbprint you can’t see any of it or access it.” He said.
“Let’s go and get food or would you like to fuck before eating?” Dirk asked.
“I know you and you will have me fucking until after midnight and we won’t be able to take in a show or anything else but we can fuck all night after eating and I would like to go to a blues or jazz club.” She said.
“That sounds like a brilliant idea.” He said. “It should only be a cab ride to Frith Street for Ronnie Scott’s jazz club, about half an hour I think.” He stated.
They went down to the restaurant and chose a main meal with some wine and got the desk to call a cab.
Arriving in Soho when the streets were crowded and the traffic was jammed. They paid off the cabbie and walked up the street.
Ronnie Scotts is understated but the club was buzzing with excitement and good jazz playing live on stage.
They found a table and Davina grabbed his cock to hold on for the rest of the evening.
They got drinks at the table.
Davina asked, “Do you dance?”
“Up close and personal.” He said with a smile.
They got up when a slow bluesy number started and Davina clasped him to her like he was glued to her.
She rubbed against him with the full intention of trying to make him come. As he was wearing black chinos, so he responded and she felt his release inside her and his cock grew which she was aware of.
They sat back at their table and ordered another round of drinks. When they arrived, she had her hand down his pants and was getting a handful of his come to from her hand and each finger was inserted slowly into her mouth. He watched with fascination as she licked her lips after each finger was cleaned.
There was an intermission while the band took a break and they used the time to find a disabled loo so they could enter together.
Davina got her fangs out and took a refreshing donation from his cock. Dirk felt the alternating pain and then the pleasure of her swallowing him as far as she could. She worked him in and out squeezing his balls and he came with a mighty expansion of his size.
Davina gagged a little until her throat and her mouth adjusted to the new sizes. Dirk felt the release of the tightness on his cock and yet another delivery of his sperm filled the esophagus.
She withdrew to his glans and took another small sip of his blood to vary his sensitivities. Her fangs retracted and her tongue slid down into her throat ahead of her lips as a further sperm package went across her tongue and the taste of him caused her orgasm to explode and her thong was drenched with her fluids.
A gentle tap on the loo door was followed by a concerned gentle voice asking if they were OK.
Dirk replied and said, “We had to empty my colostomy bag but we are nearly done.”
The voice replied, “Sorry to intrude, take as long as you need.”
When they repaired the clothing, they returned to their table and found two new drinks with a note saying, ‘On the house with our compliments.’
Davina started to giggle and Dirk suggested they drink up and get back to the Plaza so they could spend the rest of the night pleasuring each other.
To be continued…..
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