She hears Him [MF]

"I had sooooo much fun last week, you know that?" and She was smiling and He so he had to believe it, she was giggling as well and dancing around on her tippy toes, the pinnacle of excitement.

"You want to do that again, have me take you?" He grinned as well now, remembering sliding his fingers down her throat until she gagged and playing out some rather dirty fantasies with her socks.

She laughed, "I want to do THAT again, but it's my turn this time, Silly Man!" She was much more confident this time. He asked her if she had ideas, and she replied: "You think I'd be this giggly if I didn't?" She was really drumming up the cuteness and her face had that iconic tilt to it that displayed playful questioning.

"I guess not, I guess not. So, what's up?"

AHAHA, she laughed, "You didn't tell me the whole plan, did you, and I know your pervy brain had that all inside. Listen, I get to be confident and brave now, right? I didn't reject you once, not once, not even when what you asked me to do pushed me to my very limits. I probably stuttered, and I was certainly quiet, but I followed directions, didn't I? Don't answer that, if you agree I did well, drop your drawers so I can suck your cock, I really want to suck your cock."

He didn't hesitate, though somewhere in his mind he knew he should have, but before he knew it his pants were to the floor and his boxers weren't too far behind, a bit stuck on his knees. She smiled the smile of a stage actress, planted a luscious kiss on his lip, and squatted down, still clothed.

Looking up at him, she gave him a wet, slobbery and messy, suckle at the head – it was His ideal blowjob. Within seconds he had closed his eyes, inhaled, and relaxed and then she stopped. "Hon," she stood up, looking serious, "I'm so sorry, I forgot to ask you if you have time. If you're ready to be committed to this, to me doing this with you right now. It might take a couple of hours or more, is that okay with you baby?"

She literally had him by the cock, index and thumb ringed about the middle. He'd started thinking and she wiggled her fingers ever so slightly and his hesitation melted and he agreed to anything and everything.

"Great, now give me your cellphone – I don't want any distractions – and pull up your pants too, we're getting out of here."

"Yes ma'am." He'd never called her that before, but it felt appropriate now. He was nervous, but felt fantastic knowing he was going to make her feel wonderful, accepted, as he had the week before.

Before long they were in the car. "Do you like my makeup, sweetie?" She'd done it up special for the car. "You mentioned me eating pussy last week, didn't you? Yes or no." "I did." He agreed. "Do you think I could pick up a tasty clit at the mall with this makeup?"

"Sweetheart, you know I don't really want a threesome, I'm not actually willing to open up our relationship! Besides, we're nice and disease free and I'm pretty happy keeping it that way!"

"Shh, calm down! The second you aren't leading the show, you get all nervous. We aren't doing anything… let me make this perfectly clear, I do not want a threesome – at all – but it's a thing you fantasize about, so I think it enhances our play, makes it less boring, no harm in something not real, right?"

He considered, then nodded in affirmation.

"So, can you just answer the questions you're told to now? Hah, I'm in charge now you know, so take me serously! Do you think I could pick up a tasty clit in this makeup?" She reached over to tickle the head of his penis right through his jeans, and he moaned "Oh god Baby, Yes. You could get the tastiest clit in the whole mall for us." He noticed, this time, that he felt some guilt for saying it, as surely she couldn't like the idea of sharing him with some other girl, not truly. Being made to say what was on his mind could be scary.

"You'd want to see me do more with her than eat pussy though, wouldn't you? I know you would. You'd love to see me eat her asshole. I know you. I know you would. Tell me, tell me you would love to shove my face in her ass and have me lick her bumhole."

He quietly admitted he would, blushing. "You know, I never expected it to be so effective, last week, when you asked me to say how much I'd love to eat pussy. It is really effective. It's different than just agreeing, saying something out. It's really hot to hear the words, I want you to tell me. Use the full words, tell me what you'd want me to do with this girl, how you'd like to push my head into her ass."

He smiled, "Okay, okay, you're right… I loved hearing it too!" He gained his confidence back, relaxed a tad, "I would fucking love to shove your face into her ass and have you lick her dirty asshole!"

"That's better… but 'dirty'?! I didn't say 'dirty'!" she was giggling now, getting into it, "You're a kinky bastard, Sir, and I love it. It is all just fantasy anyway, right?" She leaned in close, grabbing at his cock hard through his pants, and whispered in his ear, "For you, I'd deep tongue her perky little asshole." She pulled back, squealing, she was loving this. The old boredom was really fading.

"No hesitation, okay? Tell me another thing you'd want us to do in," She emphasized the next word, "YOUR threesome."

He quickly blurted out: "I'd want to fuck her ass, then have you suck it."

Oh God, Oh God, he thought. I just blurted that out! He covered his face with his palm, blushing intently. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

She became angry, "No, no, don't do that. You play by the rules, young man. The rules are no hesitation, just say things. I was fucking proud of you until you pussied out there at the end, you own your mind, wimp. Just because I'm in charge right now, you get scared? You're worried what I'll make you do to make up for saying that?" She calmed down, and looked at him pleadingly, "Look, Babe, I respected your wishes last week – all this really does make me nervous, okay? – and I didn't ask for your apologies, did I? When we're playing, and you give me the reins, I don't want you to start apologizing… hah, you're my little robot. Just do it!" She was giggling again, "I, however, am allowed to apologize – I still have free will, you know – and I'm sorry I just got mad. You didn't know. I'm going to start driving now, and I don't want you to talk again until I tell you its okay – no questions, anything – so just listen, okay? No, don't answer that, just do it!" She giggled, almost nervously, and then suddenly began smiling and even smirking at the front window-shield. She turned the key and they started driving.

The car was completely quiet for quite a bit and he realized he could be in for quite a predicament. Were they going to some motel, a sex shop? His stomach ached with butterflies. He had a million questions.

"You aren't allowed to speak yet, by the way, but I want to talk to you. You gave me an orgasm last week. It was simple, not quite what I gave you certainly, and definitely not your best work. But I appreciated it. In the spirit of that I'm going to do the same for you today. Remember that one time when I blew you in the car, in the backseat… oh god, don't talk, this is rhetorical… of course you remember! We're gonna do that again, in the parking lot. I've got the blanket in the trunk. You're going to go to the backseat, and then I'm going to get in between your legs and suck you off and its going to look just like you're sitting there with a blanket. It'll be exactly like before… but you still aren't going to be saying a word. Not telling me faster, deeper, not anything. And you aren't going to touch me. Not once. Your hands are going to be on your head the whole time. No words. Not even as you cum, I don't know, I'll flick your balls or something, if you moan out some words."

They drove in silence some more before coming to a red light, and she looked over at him and told him how much she appreciated his obedience, how it really really did make her feel accepted and loved. Lightly caressing his neck, she warned him, "I just want to say, though, it will get harder, before it's over. You made sure, last week, that I knew I could do it all. I just want you to know now, before we get going, that I know you can do everything I'm asking of you, that I will be asking of you. You're a strong man. A very strong man, but it might get difficult, but at no point will it be unjust. And just remember that I really WANT you, and everything you'll be doing for me, and that none of it is revenge for that dirty thing you put in my throat last week. I'm asking you for what I truly want, and it's going to be difficult."

Nothing could have made him feel so amazing and awful at the same time, his stomach was in crazy knots by the time she had parked at the back of the local mall. "To the back." she commanded, and he lumbered out of the car, awkwardly adjusting His pants… He was hard as anything. "Don't speak." she reminded him. "This turns me on, you being so quiet. It's going to make hearing you talk so much hotter later on." She gave him the sexiest smile in existence and licked her lips until they were simply glistening. "I'll be right back, just getting the blankie out of the back!"

"Hands on your head!" She was in between his legs and he had the blanket around his middle and legs and, of course, the entirety of her as he received his blowjob. It felt good, but she clearly wasn't going all out. It was more conspicuous this way anyhow, he thought, no casual observer would think anything odd of it at all. Just a guy keeping himself warm and being relaxed. She massaged his leg and an "uhh.." came out. She quit, reminding him that while that was okay he needed to remember to avoid any words. "Focus only on not speaking." She was really glad for it, too. She'd never really tried it before, but she was going to try to ruin his orgasm so he'd still be horny later, and she didn't want to hear him try to make it better. It'd make her feel too guilty. "Hands on your head." she reminded him and went back to his dick.

Her technique was slow, but the prospects of teasing him were too great. He couldn't see what she was doing very well, or comment on it… this was too fantastic! She decided to tickle his perineum, because why not! This was HER time, after all. Heehee, he moaned for sure at that… and she got the great idea of running her finger around his little bumhole. He squirmed and she laughed. He was doing really well with no words. She quit sucking him so hard and started looking at his penis, trying to figure out how to make it cum without making him mentally orgasm enough to lose interest in the rest of the night. She grabbed it between her index finger and thumb like it were a piece of trash and lightly licked it under the head. He quit moaning this time for sure. He was really still, in fact, he wasn't enjoying this at all. She reminded herself that that was fine. Finally, she wrapped her lips just barely around the head of his cock and jiggled her fingers just barely until she received the most emotionally lackluster load of their career into her mouth. She smiled, perfect!

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