We are just talking, she scolded herself, relax, girl. This is no different than any other time.
But it was different. She had never delved into bdsm or pictured herself being dominated by someone else. Before they met, she found herself googling bdsm and what it entailed. Some things horrified her while others made her explode with excitement. Something had been missing from her sex life and she felt like this had been it.
He was talking, breaking her from her thoughts. She watched his lips form words and wondered what it would taste like to run her tongue against his skin. Quite possibly chocolate. Most definitely like sex. Trying to focus on his question about life, her answer was aloof laced with a hint of truth. Trust was her biggest downfall. She rarely ever trusted anyone – especially not many in the male species. Asking the same question, she watched him closely. His brown eyes, his smooth chocolate skin, his shirt that clung tightly to his muscles, his crotch-
His chuckle snapped her eyes back up to his face and she watched his lips slide across his teeth into a devilish grin. He was trouble. But it was just the right amount of trouble she could see herself getting into.
“What?” She asked.
“Just thinking about spanking your ass.” He responded. His seriousness permeated the air as she gripped the side of the truck seat.
“Oh.” Is all she said.
Oh? Her thoughts chided. Assume the position and get what you came her for.
Shaking away her thoughts, she sighed and watched a stream of water slide down the window. Taking in a deep breath, she prayed silently to the sex gods that her nerves weren’t apparent on her face. This was a rarity and feeling nervous never mixed well with her inability to hold on to the silly things that poured out of her mouth. Any other day she was confident. She took what she wanted, when she wanted it. Today, she was shocking the hell out of herself.
Right as she was about to ask for what she wanted, he gave her the greenlight. “I really want you to suck my dick right now.” That light was so fucking bright, it could blind a small country.
Needing a cool numbing gel out of her car, she jumped into action, but could not find it. Trying to gather herself, she took a sip of her juice that sat tepid on her passenger seat. The realization that her mouth was dry – one of her many nervous tells – the liquid slid down her throat as she thought of what would be there in a matter of minutes.
Climbing back into the truck, seats adjusted, pants pulled down. She took in her reward that sat soft in his lap. It was now or never. Greedily, she licked up the shaft and pulled his head into her mouth.
“Suck this dick, bitch.” She thought she heard him say. If those were his words, she couldn’t tell the difference because she was too focused on the task at hand.
Up and down. Lick. Slurp. Kiss. Lick. Suck. Suck and lick. Lick and suck. Suck harder. Now do that thing with your hand and tongue. Her thoughts were getting the best of her, so she tried to listen to his commands. Be in tune with his body. Tonight was for him. Next time would be for her. But she was going to come too, whether she wanted to or not.
Music filled the air. Chris Brown. “Suck this dick to the beat of the music.” He demanded. She couldn’t help but moan to the music. Her hips moved as she pictured herself grinding on his cock to the seductive sounds of the beat. His hand made his way down to her ass and she braced herself. Smack! Her leg began to shake. “Don’t you dare come yet.” Smack!
Biting back tears that were forming from holding back her orgasm, she pushed her mouth down on his dick. Lick, suck, suck, lick. Go deep. Breathe through your nose. Don’t gag. Her inner slut was cheering her on. Oh, it seems he likes to hear you gagging. Do that again.
Smack!
“Bite down on it.” He moaned.
Wait, what? She almost pulled him from out of his mouth. Bitch, you heard him, bite that Mr. Goodbar. And she did. But not too hard. She didn’t know how much pain he could take in this position.
Smack!
Her legs trembled and another throaty, sadistic chuckle filled her ears as she fought for the need to listen. In any other situation she would have gotten what she needed first, not caring if anyone told her not to come yet. But she fought with all her might not to cream all over the place. She moaned. He moaned. Her hips gyrated to the music. She would have given anything for him to rip her jeans off and fuck her right then and there, but they weren’t there for that. They were just here to talk. He was speaking demands as she spoke to his dick.
Fighting for him to come, she sucked harder and deeper. He was putting up his own fight. They would battle all night if they had the time. But as the night grew later and responsibilities called for them at home, he spoke, “You ready to come? You can come with me.”
And like music, her second favorite thing in the world – dick sucking her first – the sweet sounds of orgasm filled her mouth and her throat. She held it there like he said and swallowed. Had he let her, she would have kept going. He came, but was getting hard in the back of her throat once again. Smiling to herself, she was sated and hoped he was too.
For the time being…
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