Grants you a reprieve

David removed his shirt. You caught yourself looking at the trail of pubes that led up his beer gut into his hairy chest. From the waist up, David was almost all hair and sweat. You'd been in the closed car for awhile now, and you could see (and smell) the sheen of sweat over his upper body.

"Strange. Normally I'd **** you to finish me in your mouth. If you don't want to, that's fine -- for this first time. Just jack me off on my stomach and clean me up. There's a washcloth in the glove compartment."

Whether you wanted to admit it to yourself or not, you felt yourself hard as a rock in your pants. You had been hard since he first **** your head down on his cock, but you were so preoccupied with pleasing him you hadn't noticed. You knew you weren't attracted to David. You found him disgusting. But there was something arousing about being **** to submit to him. About smelling this horrible man's cock musk. You thought about debasing yourself and licking up the sweat across his body. He'd made you his bitch, and you realized you liked it.

The question was whether would you give into this newfound arousal or assert and deny your new sexuality.