"Talk dirty while he fucks me."

She looked at me and stammered out a reply, "I knew this wasn’t a good idea. You are making me feel like some kind of pervert or something."

I softened my tone a little, "I don’t think you are a pervert, I do want to know what you want me to do while you are getting dicked by some other guy? I mean, I hope I'm in your fantasy somewhere."

She ignored my crude speech and met my eyes with a level gaze as she said, "I want you to be right there with me, Steve," she said. "You, I mean, I was practically a virgin when I met you. And..." she swallowed and took a breath. "And even before we were going out, I could just talk to you and ask you all kinds of stuff. You told me all kinds of stories about your old girlfriends. How they tasted. What position was their favorite. What did they need to get off. And me? All I know is you."

I sighed. "Okay, that's fair I guess," I said. "You deserve something. But if we do this more than once or twice, we gotta start talking about my fantasies too."

Lisa laughed. "You wear 'em on your face," she said.

I hung my head.

She kissed my cheek. "You're never gonna hide anything from me, you know," she said.

"So what's your dream?" I asked, trying to stay to the point. "Okay, I'm right there with you."

Lisa took a deep breath. "I want you to whisper in my ear. Tell me... tell me I'm a hungry slut bitch just like you wanted, as horny an old dog as you are. Talk dirty. Talk sweet. Tell me how beautiful my face is with his cock filling me up."

My cock pulsed, thickening again. "Maybe I could do this," I said. "I get veto on the guy, though. Nobody who's gonna make trouble."