We fell asleep

I opened my eyes, suddenly aware that I’d dozed off in one of those ‘oh shit’ kind of ways. I looked down, and then smiled. Her deep, relaxed breaths made her chest rise and fall, still asleep against my chest. I let out a breath, which calmed me as a nice feeling washed over me. I wonder if she’s dreaming about me.

Fuck. She swallowed it. Of course she did. She’s a good girl. Or too polite to spit it out and get it all over me and the seat of my car. I smirked, remembering how it felt to unload in her mouth. She was getting better at blowjobs, that was for sure. And thank God they weren’t sloppy. Some girls think that’s the way to go. It’s not that I minded sloppy head, there was, after all, a time and a place for everything. I just preferred…neat ones I guess, if that’s what they’re called. From her, especially. They were perfect. Shy and innocent, and just perfect. Like her.

I leaned down and rested my lips on the top of her head, just breathing her in as she napped. But my thoughts quickly turned a little less than pure. Those were still there, but the more I remembered what made us so tired, the more my dick began to stir. Christ, my shorts were still around my ankles. My dick was flopped over my left thigh, trying to get hard, but that’s not what I was thinking about. Down, boy. I mean, I could try and get her to suck me again, but I’d already had that kind of fun.

I smirked, leaning forward a bit to gaze at her. Hoodie sleeves a little too long, covering all but her fingers, attached to small hands which were gently pressed together, almost like she was praying. Not really. But the thought still made me smile. Her fingers were bent slightly. Cute. Slender. Just as she was. I bet they still smelled like her.

I closed my eyes and felt the pleasant, slightly aching swell of my dick, trying to let me know it was awake, opening them again as a nice thought popped into my head. Why not? I mean, she’s already here. It would be a shame to waste the opportunity. And if she enjoyed it once, odds are she’d enjoy it again.

I slowly, carefully, slid my hand down, slipping my fingertips inside the front of her leggings. She didn’t stir, as I thought she might, still dozing contently. She inhaled deeply as my fingertips slid inside the front of her panties, and subtly made the smallest of noises when they touched her warm pussy lips. God. I couldn’t help but smirk. So soft. So fucking warm. My right arm was draped around and over her shoulder, making it easy to slip my right hand up under her hoodie. Her breasts were still uncovered, the underwires of her bra no doubt leaving lines imprinted on her chest just above those small, perfect tits.

My hand closed around her left breast and I exhaled, feeling my dick swell pleasantly. She suddenly stirred, and I stopped, just holding my hands there, waiting for her to sink back into whatever dreamy state she was in.

It was a moment I savored. The stillness of the inside of the car. The smells, the sights of her in front of me. Mental snapshot, for sure. My finger moved a moment before my brain told it to, and poked at the entrance to her pussy, sliding inside her with a slow, smooth, uninvited thrust. She didn’t notice until the third pump up inside her, and when she did, she woke with a panicked start, jolting awake as a surprised, groggy sound escaped her throat.

“Shhhh,” I whispered close to her ear, my right hand closing around her breast as I held her to me.

She whimpered, sober but with one foot still in dreamland, her body responding to my penetrating finger in all the ways that made me crave her.

“I-” she said, her voice high-pitched, reluctantly trying to squirm even as her hips arched back to enjoy my hand. After a few moments of heavy breathing, she came to her senses, the reality of life crashing back down on her. “I have to go,” she said, her voice unsure. I smirked as I sped up the pace of my pumping finger, plunging it deeper inside her. She exhaled and her body slowly…curled. I’m not sure how else to describe it. Back arching, muscles tightening, obviously enjoying the attention I was giving it.

But I knew inside she was freaking out. I Didn’t know how long we’d been sleeping. Maybe she was late for church. Late to make her fiancé breakfast. Probably heart-shaped pancakes with sprinkles. He seemed like that kind of guy.

“Not until you cum for me,” I said confidently, unfazed by her feeble attempt at getting me to stop. She exhaled deeply, surprised by my words. Her pussy seemed to enjoy them, and the idea of cumming again. I hummed softly as her nipple hardened against the palm of my right hand.

“I need to…need to leave.” Her voice was breathless. Her tone, unconvincing.

“Do you you like that?” I asked without expectation or care for an answer, pumping my finger in and out of her pussy, which was wet again to accommodate my finger’s penetrating thrusts.

She said nothing, and I smiled. I liked it like that. I curled my index finger and thumb around her hard nipple and lightly squeezed as I twisted it. She winced, trying and failing not to make a sound. My dick responded happily, flexing into the open air of the car. Her hips wriggled slowly, reluctantly, as if she didn’t want to admit to me and herself that she was enjoying this.

“Put your hand on my cock,” I said, slipping my wet finger out of her to tease her clit. She whimpered softly, a timid sound. She was just how I liked her. At my mercy. **** but not entirely unwilling to obey. Conditioned to follow my lead and submit, however much she may not have wanted to. But she wanted to.

“Put your hand on my fucking cock,” I repeated, my voice stern as I plunged my finger back inside her. She inhaled loudly, then let out a frustrated breath, submitting to my persistence as her small right hand lowered down to my cock. Her slender fingers timidly tried to wrap around my thick shaft, fingertips not touching as my girth kept them apart. Her touch sent goosebumps coursing through my body in a pleasant, radiating wave.

“Good girl,” I encouraged her, my finger pumping in and out of her again. “Stroke it.” Too caught up with how my hands were making her feel, she started doing as she was told, very slowly giving me her first handjob. It was as awkward and inexperienced as you’d expect, but I wasn’t complaining. In fact, it was heavenly.

“You like that dick?” I asked. She didn’t answer, but I didn’t want her to. I just wanted to say things to her. To break boundaries. To make her feel things. To want things. “Squeeze it.” She hesitated, but was in no state to deny me now, her body almost on autopilot as her pleasure slowly rose. She gave my cock a light squeeze, and exhaled, seemingly amazed at how hard I was. I groaned, wanting her to squeeze it harder. “Now keep stroking,” I said, letting her know with another groan that she was doing great.

She kept her grip and resumed stroking my cock, finally settling into a rhythm she was comfortable with. Maybe not comfortable. She was obviously not comfortable holding a man’s cock. Jerking it off. Such a lewd act, isn’t it Laura. I flexed my dick and I know she felt it in. Her exhaled breath of surprise made that very clear. I looked so fucking big in her small hand. I sneered down at her, not planning to cum but enjoying it nonetheless. Just the fact that she was doing it was good enough. For now.

“This dick is gonna be up your ass tomorrow, Laura,” I stated as a matter of fact, reminding her of what I’d told her earlier. She inhaled sharply and stopped stroking me, as if she’d forgotten, tensing up at the thought I’d just put back in her head. But whether she enjoyed the thought, or it horrified her, I didn’t know. That still didn’t change the fact that it was going to happen.

“I-”

“Go faster,” I interrupted her, not giving her a chance to protest my plans. When she hesitated, the idea of my cock up her ass, of all places no doubt dominating every corner of her thoughts, I slid my middle finger inside her pussy to join my index finger, plunging them both deep into her, adding to her pleasure as she thought about tomorrow, making her moan lightly to sweeten the deal, so to speak.

She shuddered a bit and her hand resumed its innocent, awkward stroking, but this time her grip was a little tighter.

“That’s it,” I encouraged her. “Jerk that fucking cock, bitch.” She reacted like I knew she would, getting turned on being spoken to that way, and I fucking loved it.

I pinched and twisted her nipple again as my fingers pumped in and out of her, lewdly assaulting her with both hands as she finally relented to me. I kept up my pace, and before long her body seemed to relax as it accepted its fate, somehow warming all over as her muscles loosened and her breaths got heavy. Deep. Loud. I smiled, knowing she was preparing for another orgasm. She gripped my cock harder as she stroked it, using it like a handle to steady herself. She was close.

“You gonna cum, you dirty cocksucker?” I asked, and she let out an uncontrolled, long, humming whimper that made my eyes light up. “I bet you can’t wait for tomorrow.” She moaned, high-pitched, well past the ability to stop herself from the ride she was about to take. Her voice was dripping with the fear of the unknown as she heard the word ‘tomorrow,’ cementing what was going to happen in her mind.

My forearm muscles burned as I strained to keep up my pace, my two fingers plunging deeply in and out of her wet pussy. She whimpered almost reluctantly, as if she didn’t want to cum with thoughts such as those in her mind, her imagination going wild with fear and trepidation at what to expect.

I pulled my hand out from under her hoodie and wrapped my fingers around her throat, tilting her head back as I pressed my lips to hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her eyes were wide and her eyebrows wrinkled high on her forehead as she stared up at me, a pained expression on her face. Her tongue immediately stuck out to meet mine, letting me lick her as my eyes demanded that she cum for me.

She froze, and obeyed, shaking as her orgasm hit her. I groaned as her hand was suddenly a vice around my cock, gripping it with white-knuckled strain. She had **** but to stare into my eyes. Her tongue simply froze as mine kept licking at it, my fingers locked inside her pussy, feeling her walls milking at them as she came. She let out a sharp breath through her nose, then hummed loudly a deeply as she pleasure overwhelmed her, moaning into my mouth as wave after wave of euphoria washed over her.

My eyes encouraged her to let loose. Be as loud as you fucking want, Laura. She seemed to get the message, and released a series of muffled moans as she resumed kissing me. Her mouth was so wet. Hot. The kiss was sloppy. Passionate. Animal. I loved it.

When she finally got control over her body again, her hand relaxed around my cock. I didn’t have to look, I could feel the precum that dripped out and down my shaft, and all over her hand. Fuck, I wanted to cum.

She quickly broke the kiss, suddenly sensitive and overstimulated, embarrassed yet panting as she immediately looked down, pushing against my chest to get some distance, leaning away when I tried to caress the side of her head.

She then seemed to stretch against her will, the last gasp of her orgasm making her feel what I’d made her feel again. As she looked into my eyes. She shook her head, even as she continued panting, shaking hands grabbing at her purse to stuff the things that had fallen out when it fell.

She comically fumbled with the seatbelt, unable to figure out how to work it in her current state. She was flustered, no doubt from having cum again, to thoughts no good Christian girl should have, especially an engaged one. And especially not about her student.

The car door opened and she got out, slamming the door shut, leaving only the scent of her behind, and a few moments later, the muffled sound of her car hurriedly backing up and then leaving the parking lot.

Smiling, I brought my fingers up to my face and closed my eyes as I held them under my nose.