The Southern Gentleman [FM]

I never begged before that Southern gentleman came along.

I was a strong, God fearing woman.

From the moment we met, my pussy was branded for a dalliance only deities preordain.

Him having that deep south bama accent and ocean blue eyes didn’t help me neither.

Most girls at work never looked his way.

He was the guy that some considered an acquaintance and to others a friend they could talk to during a break.

Not me though.

Oh no.

I knew he’d be trouble for me once I heard we were the same age.

With that scruffy beard of his, he looked much wiser than 24.

Beards make me weak at the knees but I wasn’t about to melt for that brawny cowboy.

Tall as an NBA player, I had no choice but to look up when I answered his shift reports.

I hated looking up to him.

He was dominant by genetics.

Even our managers had to look up to him.

It was intimidating to everyone but for me, I just gave him more trouble and sass than anyone.

“Can I help you!” I snapped as I caught him eyeing me as I typed my floor report.

Lightly blushing with his crooked smile he said “No ma’am?” and walked away from my front desk station.

But despite my sassy efforts, he was turned on by it and pursued me.

He even cock blocked another guy flirting with me during our lunch break.

He just wouldn’t have it.

I resisted the attraction between us even though it was lingering in the shadows.

He was too God damn cocky……and I hated to admit but I secretly found it sexy.

We had an argument after work near the parking lot.

“Well why don’t you do something about her then” I yelled.

He was the only man who was never intimidated by my vexing lip.

He stood there taking in any insult I could muster.

With those glistening blue eyes, he stood up straight from leaning on the wall and said in his beguiling bama accent “I like you..a lot…and more than just a coworker….or friend.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

With his gaze growing intensely awaiting my response, my legs felt like they were going to give out right where I stood.

He reached out his hand.

“Mind if we talk in my car?” he beckoned me nodding his head to the side toward the parking lot.

With a little hesitation I took it and followed him.

“Since when?…” I asked as he opened the car door on the passenger side.

“Since you first sassed at me..” he smirked.

I started noticing things about him I never saw before.

For one he had a cute ass.

Second, his manners where more proper than any city boy I dated.

Third, his hands were bigger than any man’s I’ve ever seen and looked perfect for……

“Well that’s why, mind if I play some music?” he finished.

“No,” I distractedly said.

He reached in his pocket and took out his phone and put on some country using the bluetooth of his car.

I never realized how hot “Burnin’ It Down” by Jason Aldean could make a car feel without the heater even being on.

He took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

As he spoke some more but his voice was inaudible as my eyes were admiring his body.

He was quite handsome in his suit and a tie.

Slowly looking down toward his waistline, I saw the outline of his cock.

His exceedingly well endowed cock.

“See something you like?” he said in his seductively southern drawl.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak, checking him out after giving him hell for so long meant one thing.

I desired him.

Without hesitation I pulled his face in to kiss him.

I wanted to surrender my body.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, he pulled me over to his sit and leveled his chair back steadily.

Folding my legs around his hips, he slipped his left hand inside my pants.

He was rubbing my clit.

My mind was racing.

But hell I stopped listening to the angel on my shoulder from the moment I took his hand.

Pulling away, he asked “You want me to stop?”in his suave bama twang while taking his hand out of my pants.

And for the first time in my life I begged.

“Please don’t stop” I breathed slipping his hand back in my pants.

Then I grabbed his face once more and pulled him back into a french kiss.

He started to rub his thick fingers harder and I begged, “More.”

Moving his hand further down he come hither four golden fingers in my moist pussy and with that I felt a surge of heat.

I quickly pulled away from making out.

His hand had me moaning like I was singing soprano.

“You like that don’t you,” he breathed.

“Yassss” I moaned.

“You want more?” he teased in a whisper.

I hated he made me admit that so reached in his pants and groped his cocked and begin to jerk him.

I kept my grip firm as I stroked his cock.

Feeling his girth, I was getting hornier and I wanted more than just to touch him.

I wanted him inside.

‘And now,’ I thought.

Trickles of sweat were falling down my back.

“Does this answer your question” I breathed, jerking firmer and faster.

With his cock erecting, he closed his eyes and opened them back up.

It was like awakening a beast from slumber.

Something in eyes told me I was going to be punished….and I wanted to be punished.

He was like The Flash in taking off our uniforms in what felt like less than a minute.

It happened so fast.

Maning his cock with his left hand he aligned it to my pussy and held me in place with his right arm.

Despite our height difference and being in a car he fucked my pussy like a teenager on prom night.

He must of had a playlist going because the music didn’t stop but it also didn’t hide my increasing moans.

“You like my cock pounding your pussy, huh?” he breathed thrusting me.

“Fuuuuccckkk yaaasssss, don’t stop” I moaned.

I shouldn’t have said that.

Sex was turned into more than just a Chinese finger trap, it was a wrestling match between Zeus and a mere mortal.

As my breast bounced he latched on my right nipple and firmly suckled.

The sensation was too much, I was going to…

“I’m going to cum!!” I moaned.

Shaking his head “No you’re not, hold that in, I ain’t finished with you,” he barked smacking my ass.

No man had ever denied me the natural born privilege to cum.

My moans couldn’t get any louder but they did.

He could tell I was close to my climax when he demanded in one breath “Hold it.”

He started pounding my pussy even faster.

As if his cock was starving and my pussy was a buffet of cum for it to feast on.

I was naturally tight and his girth had me raining out juices.

I couldn’t and didn’t know how to keep my pussy from cuming.

Wrapping my arms around his tighter I moaned at my peak “I’m going to cum now!”

“No” he commanded.

He pounded harder than before.

And my orgasm reached a new level of enlightenment I never had.

I begged him again.

“Please please let me cum” I pleaded.

“I’m almost there, hold on” he breathed.

I couldn’t hold it.

I squirted and held my moan like a high solo note in a New York opera.

Watching me surrender he came with a jolt of cum in one final thrust.

Pulling out he came all over my nipples and belly.

His cum dripped down in my navel was trickling toward my clit.

I pushed him back and repositioned my body and gently gave him oral.

With my tongue I cleaned his cock.

He lifted my chin and pulled me in for a kiss.

He held me close and kept his arms wrapped firmly around me.

I lay on him and we were soaked in our sweat and cum.

Closing my eyes I was in shock.

As I lie on his chest he moved me up and down as he exhaled and inhaled.

The man I despised just transformed my body into a waterfall of ecstasy.

Opening my eyes, I came back to life.

I looked around the car.

The windows and rearview mirror were all fogged up.

I had to close my eyes again.

I just couldn’t believe what just happened.

All I could think of was that no man had ever fucked my pussy like of that before.

No.

I take that back.

He didn’t fuck me.

He conquered me and had my body trembling.

He smacked my ass really hard one last time.

It left a red mark.

I then was at the mercy of his sexual divinity.

We rested a bit.

Luckily his car was parked far enough where no cameras and anyone one spotted us thanks to his tinted windows.

He insisted on taking me to IHOP but after all that food was the last thing on my mind.

However, I did have one clear-cut fear in my mind.

A fear greater than God himself.

I feared his blue eyes…

Yes, his eyes and yeah even their color.

Because any day after that night, I could no longer give him the same sass or trouble when he looked my way.

With just one look.

One look.

He no longer was just a coworker or the guy I despised.

His eyes would do more than just make every crevice of my body weak with desire.

I wouldn’t even have to look right back at him to recognize the voice of the one who made me beg.

Ultimately, I feared those blue eyes because they belonged to the man that could command my body to his wishes and fantasies.

That man is now known as the Southern gentleman.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5jeopc/the_southern_gentleman_fm