"Yep! Yes! Uh huh! Absolutely yes!"

You nod manically, willing to agree to pretty much anything to be her master. She smiles like the cat that cut the canaries throat and bathed in its blood and gives you a quick peck on the lips that almost makes you cum your pants.

"Heh. That's the spirit. For your first dare, you're going to help me steal a car!" Maddie chirps as if she just dared you to eat a whole bag of pixie sticks. You follow her down the street, stupefied, not exactly sure why you aren't running the opposite direction from her. Maybe it's the way her adorable ass bouncing up and down and swaying side to side so hypnotically that you'd follow it to Hell crawling through broken glass. Maybe you just can't believe she's actually crazy enough to steal a car. You're at least fifty three point fourty two percent sure that she is only checking car doors to sell the bit.

"This is what I absolutely adore about the suburbs, Elliot. They're scared to **** antifa or a minority is going to abscond with their worthless valuables, or come **** their wife while they jerk off, but their laziness is almost proportionally parallel with their paranoia." She opens the door to a red Maserati and hops in the drivers seat. "See? Hapless fucker is probably falling behind on his mortgage so he can lease this insipid status symbol hoping to pick up a hot piece of ass like me so he can pretend he's not forty nine, and he just leaves it unlocked because he's got to run to the pisser because his prostate's enlarged...probably."

You are still trying to figure out how much of that eerily specific rant is hypothetical and how much is her stalking and plotting **** on some asshole that honked at her one time by the time you notice she's hotwired the car and you are heading down the highway at way above the legal speed limit. Finally realizing that this is all really happening, you scream, "Are you fucking crazy?!"

Maddie smiles like you just asked if she was a silly goose and then she grabs your cock and coos, "Well according to my five ex-boyfriends, seven ex-girlfriends, countless ex-fuckbuddies, three ex-masters, and four ex-mistresses, three ex-psychiatrists...two of which where ex-lovers...yes." Math isn't your best subject, but you are pretty sure that adds up to waaaaaay too much crazy, even if she is giving you the hottest handjob of your loser life. You can't believe how much better she is at this than you when get so much more practice. Still, you are absolutely going to put a stop to this. Right now. Any second from now. Five seconds from now. Ten more minutes.

"I know! I know! I'm scaaaaaary!" Maddie lets go of the wheel to wave fingers spookily in your face. You would tell her to keep both hands on the wheel, but one of her hands is pumping your prick so hard you think you might have a stroke if she stops. "But, if you can keep up with me, I'll make you feel like a real stud, even with this diminutive dick!" She squeezes so hard it hurts...but in a way you've never felt before and you might want to feel again just to make sure you don't actually kind of like it. "Hell, I'm so small and tight, you'll feel like a giant in me...no, a sex god! With me as your little fuck muse willing and able to fulfill your most fucked up fantasies!"

Maddie's slams the car to a stop, double parking in a handicapped zone. You cum harder than you ever thought possible. It's like a universe is being born inside your cock and big banging a milky way all over Maddie's little hands. Still spurting and shaking as you watch her lick your hand clean, and then with a tongue full of your sticky seed still dripping from her tantalizing tongue and drooling from her luscious lips, she coos, "I dare you to kiss me."