damage?”
“I’m fine, why?”
I knew he hadn’t changed – because people never do – but I wondered if the way he looked at me had. Or at least I hoped.
“Nothing,” I said, not wanting to scare him away.
I walked slightly behind him, acting preoccupied with everything, although I wasn’t. I liked watching him walk, and imagined what other people thought when they saw him for the first time.
Seeing him was intimidating, but hearing him talk was just about as bad. He was the type of man who commanded everyone’s attention whether he realized it or not.
He unlocked the car and put the case in the trunk. “What are you in the mood for?”
I wanted him to fuck me. I was well aware that sex with me meant nothing to him, and that whatever we were doing wasn’t permanent – but as far as I was concerned it was all the more reason to be fucking and not eating a cheeseburger or talking over a glass of wine.
“Dick.”
He shot me a confused look. “What?”
“No,” I said. “You asked what I was in the mood for. I want some dick, Dick.”
“I can arrange that,” he responded flatly.
I lowered myself into the seat and buckled my seatbelt, feeling like something was wrong. I doubted a person like Dick ended up with a three-inch hole in his forehead without there being a story to go along with it.
I knew better than to ask again, but I couldn’t help but wonder. “Let’s eat something light and go back to your place and bone.”
My idea bounced around inside the quiet car for some time before he responded.
“Sounds good,” he said.
No smart remark. No I’m in charge, you’ll do what I say response. Just a sounds good . I wanted him to get in another high-speed chase with the cops, pull over and fuck me on the hood of the car, or say he had to rob a bank really quick just so I’d feel like he was doing alright. I wondered if any of those possibilities could come to fruition.
What originally appealed to me about Dick – besides his very obvious dick – was that he seemed like the ultimate bad boy. Not a punk kid with an attitude, or a man with a desire to simply act like an asshole, but a true bad boy through and through.
Now, he seemed like an average guy. Well, one who was covered in muscles and was rocking a massive cock.
The only thing I knew that might bring him out of his slump was a blowjob. A good dick sucking seemed to be a cure-all for whatever was wrong with a man – at least the men I knew. I took my chances and unbuckled my seatbelt.
The warning buzzer began to ding.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he snarled.
I felt it would be best that I didn’t respond. Maybe, I thought, it would bring out the asshole in him. Make him revert back to normal. I reached to unbuckle his belt, and he squirmed in his seat and gave me a shitty glare.
“Answer me.”
I had yet to wrap my lips around it, and he was already acting like he was feeling better.
I returned a shitty glare of my own, and pulled his half-stiff cock from his jeans.
“Just drive,” I said.
“You might not want to do that,” he warned.
“Why?”
“My cock is angry right now.”
“Feed me every angry inch of it,” I said.
He let out a sigh. “You asked.”
With one hand on the steering wheel and one on the back of my head, he forced the tip of his stiff cock past my lips.
I had always considered myself versed in the art of sucking dick, and I’d never encountered one I couldn’t swallow. Convinced Dick’s wasn’t going to be the first, I tried to start off slow and prepare my throat for what was sure to come.
Apparently, he didn’t get the memo.
Immediately, the tip of his dick began banging against the back of my throat. With watering eyes and a convulsing gag reflex I never knew I had, I sucked his cock the best that I was able.
He was right.
He was angry.
Most women would find what he was doing to me to be either repulsive or a disgraceful. Some might even describe it as abusive.
Me?
I
“I’m fine, why?”
I knew he hadn’t changed – because people never do – but I wondered if the way he looked at me had. Or at least I hoped.
“Nothing,” I said, not wanting to scare him away.
I walked slightly behind him, acting preoccupied with everything, although I wasn’t. I liked watching him walk, and imagined what other people thought when they saw him for the first time.
Seeing him was intimidating, but hearing him talk was just about as bad. He was the type of man who commanded everyone’s attention whether he realized it or not.
He unlocked the car and put the case in the trunk. “What are you in the mood for?”
I wanted him to fuck me. I was well aware that sex with me meant nothing to him, and that whatever we were doing wasn’t permanent – but as far as I was concerned it was all the more reason to be fucking and not eating a cheeseburger or talking over a glass of wine.
“Dick.”
He shot me a confused look. “What?”
“No,” I said. “You asked what I was in the mood for. I want some dick, Dick.”
“I can arrange that,” he responded flatly.
I lowered myself into the seat and buckled my seatbelt, feeling like something was wrong. I doubted a person like Dick ended up with a three-inch hole in his forehead without there being a story to go along with it.
I knew better than to ask again, but I couldn’t help but wonder. “Let’s eat something light and go back to your place and bone.”
My idea bounced around inside the quiet car for some time before he responded.
“Sounds good,” he said.
No smart remark. No I’m in charge, you’ll do what I say response. Just a sounds good . I wanted him to get in another high-speed chase with the cops, pull over and fuck me on the hood of the car, or say he had to rob a bank really quick just so I’d feel like he was doing alright. I wondered if any of those possibilities could come to fruition.
What originally appealed to me about Dick – besides his very obvious dick – was that he seemed like the ultimate bad boy. Not a punk kid with an attitude, or a man with a desire to simply act like an asshole, but a true bad boy through and through.
Now, he seemed like an average guy. Well, one who was covered in muscles and was rocking a massive cock.
The only thing I knew that might bring him out of his slump was a blowjob. A good dick sucking seemed to be a cure-all for whatever was wrong with a man – at least the men I knew. I took my chances and unbuckled my seatbelt.
The warning buzzer began to ding.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he snarled.
I felt it would be best that I didn’t respond. Maybe, I thought, it would bring out the asshole in him. Make him revert back to normal. I reached to unbuckle his belt, and he squirmed in his seat and gave me a shitty glare.
“Answer me.”
I had yet to wrap my lips around it, and he was already acting like he was feeling better.
I returned a shitty glare of my own, and pulled his half-stiff cock from his jeans.
“Just drive,” I said.
“You might not want to do that,” he warned.
“Why?”
“My cock is angry right now.”
“Feed me every angry inch of it,” I said.
He let out a sigh. “You asked.”
With one hand on the steering wheel and one on the back of my head, he forced the tip of his stiff cock past my lips.
I had always considered myself versed in the art of sucking dick, and I’d never encountered one I couldn’t swallow. Convinced Dick’s wasn’t going to be the first, I tried to start off slow and prepare my throat for what was sure to come.
Apparently, he didn’t get the memo.
Immediately, the tip of his dick began banging against the back of my throat. With watering eyes and a convulsing gag reflex I never knew I had, I sucked his cock the best that I was able.
He was right.
He was angry.
Most women would find what he was doing to me to be either repulsive or a disgraceful. Some might even describe it as abusive.
Me?
I
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