But I did really like yogurt.

I blinked as he put his menu down, “Well, that came out of the left field. Yeah, I do, but why do you care?”

“Good, well, I will start buying you yogurt, it will have a little extra added, and you will eat it in front of him without telling him what’s in it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “You are going to mix your cum into some yogurt so I can eat it in front of my fiancé?” I asked.

The server must have seen we had put the menus down and came over to take our order. “Pasta for her, and I’ll have the steak, rare, chips on the side and hot mustard.” The server quickly left before he continued. “Yes, and I would like to start tonight. There’s a 24 market around the corner. I will buy some yogurt, and you will watch me, or help me, cum into it, and you will take it home. Before I nominate Marky, I want you to send me a picture of you eating the yogurt tomorrow.”

I shook my head; I couldn’t believe this was happening. “So, you are going to flog off into some yogurt so that you can show off your huge cock, and then I will eat it.” He nodded, “Alright, deal.”

The rest of dinner was pretty quiet, he continued to rub my bare cunt as we talked, but he didn’t push any further. As the night went on, I was feeling rather tipsy. We had knocked off half the bottle between us.

After a couple of hours of chatting and drinking, he handed the chain back to me, “Do up your top, and let’s go buy some yogurt.” I did as he requested, and shortly after, we left. He handed the bottle to the bartender on the way, who wrote his name on it for the next time he visited.

Ten minutes later, I found myself in the back of his car holding a half-litre bucket of yogurt as he pulled his cock from his pants. He was half-hard and huge. “Jesus Christ,” I said.

He laughed, “Come on, take the top off and let me have something to look at while I get your yogurt ready.” I didn’t hesitate, quickly put the bucket down, and pulled my top off. “Nice,” he said, reaching out with one hand to brush my breast gently as he started to stroke his cock.

As it grew, my jaw dropped, and my nipples hardened. “You like it, don’t you?” he asked. I nodded my head. “Bigger than Marky?”

“Much.” I squeaked as his hand went from caressing to squeezing my tit.

“Do you want to kiss it?” he asked.

I nodded again and leant my head forward. “Just a kiss, and don’t cum in my mouth.”

He laughed, “You think I am going to cum that quickly? No, it will take a while.”

I pursed my lips to his cock, the red lipstick smearing onto his head. I wondered if I would be able to fit it in my mouth and suddenly felt like I needed to try. I pushed my head down and took about half of his head into my mouth before he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. “Not yet. You are going to beg before I will let you suck me.”

“Please, please let me suck your gorgeous cock,” I begged.

He laughed, “Not yet, but soon,” he said. He brought his second hand to his cock and stroked it earnestly. I just watched on, staring at his massive shaft and licking my lips. I don’t know how long I watched, but when he started to say he was about to cum I found myself playing with my tits and cunt.

I stopped, remembering what was supposed to happen and grabbed the yogurt container. I tore the top off, and he awkwardly stood up in the cramped back seat and pointed his cock at the container. I suddenly had an idea and deliberately moved the yogurt up, so his cockhead dipped into the creamy fluid.

I watched his cock pulse and saw the swell of the yogurt as his jizz sprayed deep. After several moments his cock stopped throbbing, and he looked at me. “You did that deliberately,” he said. I blushed but didn’t answer as I put the lid on the yogurt tub. “Clean me up, but no sucking. I’m going to make sure you are **** before you get to enjoy my cock.”

The next few minutes I spent licking his cock gently, holding his hot shaft in one hand as I licked at him like a yogurt flavour lolly pop. He moaned as I did it and pulled his phone out. I expected him to take a picture, but he didn’t. As soon as he was clean, he pushed me back, “Good girl, this is going to be fun. Your Uber will be here in a moment. I look forward to you sending me that picture tomorrow.”

I blinked; he was essentially shoving me out of his car, making me feel worthless. I was horny and wanted release. No, I wanted his cock. I realised then that Craig knew how to manipulate, how to control, and for some reason, that turned me on all the more.

“I may have to try some of this yogurt tonight,” I said, teasing back as I put my top back on.

“I know you will,” he said. It infuriated me how he could play my teasing back at me, and I promised myself that I would get him to beg for me at some point. But as I was thinking how I would do that, his phone buzzed, indicating the Uber was here.