A chat I had tonight reminded me of this short tale.
My ex and I had been out all day with some friends at a carnival and admittedly I’d been teasing him all day. Rubbing his thigh (and maybe his bulge a little) under the table at dinner, grabbing his butt when no one was looking, even quickly flashing him at one point. And then I would immediately flounce away like nothing had happened.
On the drive back to his place we had about 20 more minutes when I started gratuitously stretching and arching my back and sticking my tits out. He looked over at me and I told him to keep his eyes on the road. He looked at me, then switched into the right lane and pulled into a strip mall parking lot and put the car in park near the back. Then he calmly grabbed the back of my head and said “Open your fucking mouth.”
When I say he fucked my face I mean: my mouth was a hole for him. His hands held my head in place as he thrust up, and I just choked and whined while he used it. I deep throated him all the time, but at one point my lips were around the base and he was still pushing deeper, asking me why I was such a fucking slut.