You know what, fuck this.
I try to be a nice guy, I try to do the right thing. I try to treat women with dignity and respect. If this woman wants to come in here, mess with my head, and then try to get the police to come in, fuck it. Either it's a weird power game that she's totally into or it's something I can't begin to understand.
Either way, fuck it. Or, more precisely, fuck her. The most likely option is that this is some kinky sex game for her, in which case, why can't I get something out of it, too? She's getting off on being controlled; dammit, I'm going to control her and get _my _kicks.
“Kneel,” I said.
She knelt.
“Look, I don't share your little domination kink, but if you're not going to give up on it, then I'm going to play along.” As I spoke, Inez was frantically shaking her head back and forth. Her long, dark hair flowed over her shoulders and into her face.
“No no no no no,” she repeated. “Just let me go, please, let me go and never-”
“If you really wanted to go, you wouldn't be here,” I replied. “So if you are insisting on staying here...” with that I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. “Take me in your mouth and get me off.”
Without hesitation, Inez leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. I wasn't hard when she started, but within seconds she brought me to full size in her mouth. I wasn't even going deep, but still tears were flowing down her cheeks. I sighed and closed my eyes. It felt amazing. But standing wasn't the most comfortable.
“Let me sit down,” I said, gripping her hair and pulling her head back. Scooting back to a chair, I sat down and simply said, “OK, go ahead.” Inez resumed working me towards completion, as task that wasn't going to take very long. Like I said, it had been a while.
“God, you're good at this,” I grunted. Inez just continued, unabated, never looking up at me, laser-focused on the task at hand.
Whether it was out of pride or something else, I realized I was holding back, not letting myself get too close to finishing. But then I realized – I had no reason to draw this out. This was about my pleasure. Whatever pleasure she got was presumably from being “****” into this. For the first time in my life, I didn't need to be considerate, I didn't need to think about how my partner felt, I didn't need to be gentle. I could just-
“Cumming!” I groaned, and restraining my urge to restrain myself, I used both hands to pull Inez tighter against me. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh God dammit fuck!” I shouted. It had never felt this good before. “Just keep it deep, baby, don't stop,” I crooned.
I could hear Inez making sounds and I could feel her struggling, but damn, she took it all like a champ – every ounce, every pump, every pulse, all of it straight down her gullet. Even after I finished spraying down her throat, I held her there, enjoying the warmth and tightness she gave me. I took a deep breath and appreciatively looked down. Inez's face was turning purple but still she held me deep. Damn, you had to admire her commitment.
And then she passed out.
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