Four (Mostly True).

She answered haltingly. She was holding something back. “Really?” you asked, fingers tracing the muscles of her thighs as you circled her hairy cunt.

“Yes, sir,” she answered in a voice as close to normal as she could manage with your hands fondling her nether regions.

“And you aren’t holding anything back?”

“Sir?” she asked.

“Hmmm…maybe it’s in how I asked the question. Have you lowered yourself to suck a man’s cock before?”

“No, sir, but if you want—“

“Then I’ll take. Hush, I’m having fun,” you replied, a finger flicking her clit to silence her. That didn’t work, but her moan wasn’t nearly as annoying as her ingratiating words.

Your hands ran up to her firm ass and you kneaded it for a moment, “Have you ever let any man into this tight ass of yours, or are you too much of a tightass for that?”

“I never even thought of that, sir,” she answered truthfully.

“Ah, my little innocent, I’ll enjoy de—men—that was my question. How many people have you fucked?”

“Six,” she replied. A swat to her ass provoked the ‘sir’ that sent a tiny thrill through you.

“You were always in charge?”

“Yes, sir,” she muttered.

“Tell me about one of them.”

“Which one, sir?”

“Well, if your story gets me hard, I’ll fuck you like the slut you are, until you cum. If it doesn’t then I’ll use your mouth to get me hard and your ass to get me off. Choose a story, cunt,” you commanded.

Her blush was gone and her voice was intent, aroused and humble, “I want to tell you about—“