I wanted her to earn it, and I think she did too

I sucked her nipple hard between the tip of my lips and let it pop out of my mouth. She winced at the pain and grunted softly, not wanting me to know how much she liked it. But I knew. I planted my tongue flat against her breast and licked long and slow against her nipple and pulled my head away, licking my lips and swallowing.

“Maybe tomorrow,” I said, slipping my hand out of her panties, making sure to slowly slide my fingers up against her pussy as I did. She let out a high-pitched groan of frustration, so obvious I almost laughed. The power I had over her still surprised me. It was such a fucking turn-on. I almost gave her what she wanted right there, like this. But I really wanted her mouth back on my cock. I leaned back and smirked at her. The look on her face was priceless. I almost felt bad for denying her.

Almost.

She let out a deep breath, so frustrated, but so turned-on that she would do pretty much whatever I told her at this point. I was in charge, and we both knew it. And just like that, without any fanfare or obvious knowledge, another piece of her will submitted to my my own. She cast her eyes down, the frustration of being denied the pleasure she’d come all the way out here to experience plainly etched on her face. Disappointment? Maybe. She’d never say if it was. And right now, I didn’t give a fuck.

My hand gripped her hair and pulled her head back down to my lap where it belonged. She resisted with a pained wince, her eyes darting to mine with a heavenly mixture of pure lust, frustrated denial, and a slight, uneasy quality that made me want to explode in the best fucking way. She dug her fingers into the passenger seat and planted her knees down to hold herself up, almost sitting on her feet.

“Blow me, bitch,” I said as my eyes narrowed, my lips curling into a deviously playful smirk. Her pupils widened as my rude demand registered in her brain. She slowly closed her eyes for a moment, letting my words affect her like I knew they would. I know she likes it. Her lips parted and she almost scoffed, opening her eyes again to stare back at me in wide-eyes disbelief that I would speak to her that way. Her cheeks were flushed pink with that adorably shy embarrassment of being so shamefully aroused. She didn’t move, defiantly holding her head up.

“Suck my dick,” I repeated, wrapping my left hand around my shaft and slowly stroking it. “…or I’ll make you suck it.” Her eyes flashed with a sudden thrill, and she finally looked away. I smirked, gritting my teeth. Yeah. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Oh God. How did I get so fucking lucky? Her eyes briefly rose to meet mine, only for a moment or two before she looked back down. As if to say ‘Go ahead. Make me.’

Have it your way, Miss Laura.

I firmly pulled her head down, and while she did resist, I knew it was all an act. Like it was some game. A game I loved to play. I nodded, a thrill coursing through my veins. I let go of my cock and quickly reached up, wrapping my fingers around her throat. She gasped and her eyes shot wide open, reluctantly looking into mine as my eyes priced into hers. A game, yes. But every game had rules. And the rules were simple: do what I fucking say. I put my my cheek against hers, my lips just in front of her ear.

“Put your mouth on my fucking cock, bitch,” I said while I gripped her hair and quickly yanked her head back. She gasped softly, then let out a whimper, like it was the thing she had been waiting to hear. Her body was trembling, and her chest heaved with deep breaths. I leaned back and quickly licked at her upper lip. She turned her head away in a show of defiance, but quickly licked her lips where my tongue had just been.

I didn’t give her another chance. I roughly pulled her head down and she exhaled loudly as her mouth opened, immediately taking the head of my cock between her lips. “Mmm,” I hummed, rewarding my dick for its patience while she and I played our little game.. I leaned back in my seat as I pushed her head further down into my lap, and she quietly gagged as the tip of my cock slid down her tongue, depositing and painting a thin line of precum against it as she tried to resist it being shoved down her throat.

She adjusted herself on the passenger seat, up on her knees, bend over as her lips suckled around my shaft. Fuck. It felt so fucking good. There was nothing like getting your dick sucked. I let up on her head and she pulled back immediately, taking her lips off of me to swallow the precum I fed her. She let out a hot breath that morphed into a soft, quiet moan of arousal, then closed her lips around the head again and started bobbing up and down.

I closed my eyes and sighed. “Oh fuck, Laura,” I whispered as I sighed again, opening my eyes when she whimpered at her name. “That’s it. Suck that dick.” She inhaled sharply through her nose, and let out a trembling breath. My eyes watched the back of her head as she blew me, my hand resting there as she got used to my girth. She still only took 2 or 3 inches, but I wasn’t complaining. She wasn’t some pornstar who could deepthroat a kielbasa sausage with no gag reflex. I appreciated the effort, and knew she was enjoying herself almost as much as I was.

My eyes, half-lidded with dreamy lust, lazily drifted down her back to watch her cute little ass moving forward and back in time with her slowly bobbing head. It was mesmerizing. Hugged tight by those black leggings. I bit my lip and quickly slid my hand down and cupped her left ass cheek, firmly but gently squeezing it. Pulling her to me to slightly speed up her blowjob. Her back instinctively arched as her ass stuck out, and I let out a deep breath, shaking my head slightly as I just stared at her perfect ass.

I raised my hand and smacked her ass cheek hard. She let out a shocked sound, high-pitched and adorably surprised. She stopped sucking and inhaled sharply through her nose, the sudden sting on her ass making her squirm back against my hand. I grit my teeth and squeezed her ass where I’d spanked her, holding her there for a few moments to admire that booty, ogling it with such lewd intent. But I knew she liked it. As much as I knew she’d like what would happen next, even if she’d never admit it.

I lightly patted her ass cheek, letting her know she could continue, the anticipation of sliding my hand down inside those tight black leggings making a fresh batch of precum rise up my shaft. The soft sound of surprise let me knew she tasted it. I heard and felt her swallow it with her lips still around the head of my cock, and I hummed in pleasant approval as she ate what I’d fed her. Good girl.

I quickly slid my fingertips inside the back of her leggings and inside her panties. Her hips slowly wiggled and her back arched, too turned on to protest. Her clean, white, cotton panties dragged against my knuckles as my fingers slid down between her ass cheeks, and I wondered if one day I could convince her to go without panties at all. I bit my lower lip as I stared down at that ass, my middle finger softly and gently sliding across her warm asshole.

She whimpered and tensed up, but made no move to get away. I gave her a few moments to prepare herself mentally for what I was about to do. She was hooking me up, after all. I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted her to be open to possibilities she might not have ever considered. All of them. I slid my hand out of her pants and quickly stuck my middle finger into my mouth and sucked on its tip, coating it with my warm, thick saliva. She moaned softly and arched her back again as she sucked hard around my head, focusing on my cock as she anticipated what I was about to do.

I slid my hand back down inside the back of her leggings and panties and resumed my previous touch, my wet middle fingertip slowly circling against and around her anus. She held her breath for a moment and then sharply blew it out as her lips sucked hard. Not blowing me, just sucking, as if through a thick straw. She didn’t want it…but she wanted it.

I placed my left hand on top of her head and gently pushed her down, encouraging her to continue. When my middle fingertip slid slightly inside her asshole she tensed up, her tight hold puckering around it. I just held it there, just barely inside as I felt her heartbeat pulse around my fingertip. Just past my fingernail, and no further. She was so fucking warm.

“Don’t stop,” I said down at the back of her head. She started bobbing her head as she suckled mine, fixating on blowing me to take her mind off the finger in her ass. It had been up there before, of course. And each time she liked it. I knew she did. I wanted her to know there was nothing wrong with feeling good. With liking it. Her fingernails subtly dug into my right thigh, which she held onto tightly, not fully trusting that I wouldn’t just stick my finger inside her in one thrust.

I caressed the top of her head while she blew me, enjoying and savoring the sensations of her wet lips and tongue slowly teasing my eventual orgasm into existence, bringing it to life. “You’re such a good cocksucker,” I commented, and she let out a soft moan of surprise. Questioning, almost, as if asking ‘Really?’ She exhaled deeply through her nose and the change in her blowjob was immediate. It was like her whole body relaxed. Her neck and head moved more fluidly as she continued to suck me, as if her confidence had been boosted so she knew she was doing it right. Pleasing me.

I felt her asshole relax too, and immediately took advantage, sliding my fingertip completely inside. She inhaled loudly but kept blowing me, too caught up in the moment to resist. She didn’t even tense up this time. “Good girl,” I complimented her again with an approving whisper. She exhaled deeply and her back arched some more, her body’s way of giving me permission. Not that I needed it, but it was nice to have.

I pulled my finger back and began slowly pumping my fingertip in and out of her, trying to time it with her blowjob. She adjusted her rhythm when she noticed what I was doing and before long her head and my finger were locked in sync. She let out soft, quiet moans. Whimpers and sighs as my finger penetrated her back door, giving her pleasures that I knew she tried to achieve last night when I texted her.

I knew she wanted to touch herself. The thought made more precum surge up my shaft and into her sucking mouth, which she ate and licked with a reluctantly approving sound. Fuck yeah. Before long my finger was up to the middle knuckle inside her asshole, slowly pumping in and out. Opening her up. Not only physically, but mentally also.

She sped up her blowjob to match the speed up pumping of my finger. Just fast enough to stimulate that warm, snug ring of her sphincter that I’d pushed past without a hint of protest from her. Just a long, deep breathy moan that was as much as an invitation as she’d ever given me.

I pressed my finger a bit further inside her and the moan that escaped her throat was more pleasure than discomfort, making me grit my teeth and sneer. She suddenly pushed her head down and took another inch of my cock in her mouth and I sighed loudly. Another threshold crossed. Almost half of my cock inside her mouth, rubbing and gliding across her wet tongue while her lips sealed around it.

“Ohh, Laura,” I sighed, unable to come up with anything else. She whimpered a pleasant moan, like she was shamefully proud of herself, and when I heard the soft, quiet sounds coming from between her legs, I sighed again. She was playing with herself. Slowly. Almost in secret, being so quiet as if she didn’t want me to find out, her hand deep inside the front of her leggings as her fingers slowly teased and rubbed her pussy, taking it upon herself to add to her pleasure.

I sped up my pumping middle finger, fucking her asshole as she blew me. I felt the familiar beginnings of an inevitable orgasm and hummed, gritting my teeth.

“Can you cum when I cum?” I asked her. It wasn’t really a question, it was more like me giving her permission. She let out a deep moan, thankful that she didn’t need to hide what she was doing any longer. “That’s so fucking hot, Laura.” She let out a loud sigh through her nose and sped up her blowjob, as well as her fingers. “Don’t stop.” I felt my balls stir, unable to resist the combined sensations of the sights, sounds, smells, and heavenly warmth or her lips.

I smiled, unable to stop myself. And why shouldn’t I smile? Life was good, after all…and mine was fucking amazing.

The feeling of her snug asshole almost sucking on my finger like her lips sucked on my cock made me want more. I wanted…needed to feel her. Her pussy wasn’t an option. Not anytime soon, anyway. I grit my teeth again and pushed my finger deeper into her asshole, and my cock flexed powerfully, immediately agreeing with me. Her hips pushed back into my hand, her body completely submitting to my penetrating finger as her fingers quickly rubbed her clit, furiously trying to get herself off.

Not as good or as skilled as my fingers or mouth would be, but she was still learning her own body, frantically doing what she could to bring herself to climax. She moaned around my cock as the head swelled inside her mouth.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass tomorrow,” I stated bluntly. She was already trembling, her breaths panting quickly in and out of her nose. She made a small sound that told me nothing. She was still a mystery. Did she even hear what I said? Surely she did. No protest, no moans of disgust, just her lips and tongue milking my cock, begging it to unload.

“Ohh fuck,” I groaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.” She moaned, high-pitched as she came, her orgasm hitting her hard. I grunted loudly and my cock flexed. She flinched for a split second when my cum shot out and hit the back of her throat, then moaned deeply as her own orgasm took over in its full glory. I held her head there as I tried to keep pumping my finger in and out of her ass, holding my breath as I felt my dick quickly unloading pulse after pulse of hot cum, my balls emptying their hot load into her mouth as she sat there and took it, panting and moaning as her fingers furiously rubbed her pussy. She timidly and awkwardly tried to keep blowing me as she came, the sensation of her lips making the cum spill out of me with lightning speed.

“Ugghhnnngh!” I grunted loudly as my breath returned to me in a rush or euphoria, the blood rushing to my head as the full **** of my orgasm hit me. Another 3, 4, 5 pulses shot out of my cock. It was an enormous load. I almost felt bad for her, but I simply sneered down at her head, mouth open as she sucked it all out of me.

She held her breath and pulled her head back until her lips closed, pressed firmly against the wet tip of my cock. She tilted her head down and I knew she swallowed it. She shuddered and softly gagged, heaving even as she slipped the head of my dick back between her lips and exhaled loudly. Sharply. She moaned uneasily at the taste of my cum, sucking hard as she kept rubbing her pussy, as if it sucking me helped her finish riding the wave of her own orgasm.

She winced through her nose when I slid my finger out of her ass, hopefully remembering my lewd promise from a few moments ago. Her orgasm finally done, she stopped sucking me and just kept her mouth on it, panting deeply in and out of her nose as her body basked in the euphoric, satisfied aftermath.

I caressed the top of her head as I panted, my dick still lazily flexing to empty itself. She pulled her lips off the head and tilted her head down, swallowing again. Trying and failing to seem like she wasn’t disgusted by the taste. I closed my eyes and smiled, the soft sounds of her trying not to gag filling my ears. What a trooper. She swallowed it all. No easy feat. I knew that load was huge, even without seeing it.

“Mmmm,” I sighed, panting. I was so God damned satisfied. Jesus. She quietly moaned too, letting her own satisfaction timidly be known.

We both let out a deep breath, almost at the same time, and both chuckled when we realized it. She shook her head, exhaling a quiet, satisfied moan, then sat back up slowly, her eyes still down, looking at my spent cock, knowing that she’d just drained it completely. It was hard to know what she felt. Was she proud of herself for getting me off? For taking my whole load? For swallowing it like a champ? Or maybe she was sizing me up, imagining what it would feel like inside her. Wondering if it would even fit. How it could possibly fit. She heard what I’d said about tomorrow. Her eyes were hard to read. There was still an unsure, slightly disgusted, innocently intimidated look in them. Like a “no way, dude” kind of look, but a twinkle as well. Undeniably, it was in there.

God damn, that was a big fucking load. All in her belly.

She suddenly looked away, aware that I was watching her. I smirked, feeling my deflating cock flex in a **** attempt to let me know it only needed a few minutes for another round. I put my right hand on the back of her head and pulled her to me, and she didn’t fight it. She pressed her right cheek against my chest and her right palm against my belly, and then we both just breathed, letting the satisfied contentment wash over us in a rare moment of uninterrupted time, just for ourselves. That’s how I felt, anyway. I had no idea if she was ready to bolt.

But there she stayed, either of her own will, out of politeness, or to simply humor me, until our breaths returned to normal, and eventually slowed.