The drive home

Smiling she started the car, driving to her place... Not knowing what would happen and IF anything would happen at all she laughed nervously. "What, my little **** slut?" he asked, smiling at her. "I know, you can't wait to kneel for me, can you? You want to kneel for me, you want to take my hard cock in your **** mouth and suck it for me, don't you?" She didn't know what to think or say... They hadn't talked in months, they both had their separate lives now... She couldn't just submit to him, just like that... Or could she?... The throbbing in her cunt suggested she could. 'My god,..." she thought,"just to hear Him talk about it makes me wet, am i insane?!'

He kept on teasing her, telling her all these little things that drove her wild, and all the time He was stroking her cheek, brushing the hair out of her face. "I bet your panties are soked, little girl, aren't they? Tell me, is your cunt wet, little one?"
Sighing she thought 'oh what the heck, why not,' and whispered "yes." "What, my little slut, I cannot hear you?"
"Yes, my panties are soaked," she admitted,.... adding a whispered "Sir." "What, slut, speak up a bit and say that again, would you?" he insisted. It all seemed like a little game, He was teasing her and she had decided to go along with it. "Yes, Sir, my pussy is wet, Sir." she repeated, louder this time. "Oh, is it really" he laughed. "How come that doesn't surprise me?" Still playing with her hair they spent the last two minutes of the drive in silence. He, studying her face closely; she, confused and strangely excited.

She wasn't sure where this was leading... Surely she had begged Him to visit her and fuck her and use her and humiliate her... But that was ages ago. A lot of things had happened in between, and it hadn't been clear at all if they'd ever meet up in real life. How on earth could she be walking up the stairs to her apartment next to Him right now, her pussy wet and throbbing?! She still didn't know whether to like what was going on or whether she should just make it clear that this wasn't going to lead anywhere. Her body told her YES but her mind kept saying NO. The rational part in her kept thinking 'don't do this, what if He turns out to be some sort of maniac after all?' but her cunt was betraying her, wanting it so bad. Her cheeks must have been fire-red as she blushed, feeling a wave of shame flowing through her thinking of how horny this made her.