He placed her hand on his crotch, making a show of doing it. Then he returned her smile
and spoke, his raven hair and hazel eyes melting her. “Well, I guess it does, but it’s
nothing you need worry about. I’ve decided to make some changes, in my handling of our
relationship, which I know will make it better. They will be gradual, giving you a chance
to evaluate and adjust, so don’t worry.” Pausing, he reached down to her hand, still
resting quietly on his crotch. He took hold of her hand and rubbed it over his manhood,
and she could feel him hardening under his denim. “Take my cock out, touch it, lean over
and smell it, then take the head in your mouth. Do it exactly as I have said, Allison.”
Normally, Nick called her Ally, or Al, but the tone of his ‘Allison’ reminded her of her
father’s stern discipline, which she had run away from at seventeen. He sounds like dad,
but different, sending pulses through my pussy. I want to do as he says, but usually I
only do as I desire. She did not say anything, as she could not think of what to say, but
her hand moved, disengaging from his.
Undoing the buttons of his Levis, she fished into and under his boxers for the stiff
organ she had been told to fetch. Not completely believing her actions, she pulled the
flesh rod out, touching and rubbing it all over as instructed.
Nick was not huge, a respectable seven inches maybe, but his girth was filling. Thinking
how his thickness had filled her pussy last night, she wrapped her fingers around it. Yes,
this is my cock, it has always serviced me well, but aren’t I servicing it now? How did
that happen?
“Allison, don’t tarry in your work, do as you have been told.” His voice, firm and
commanding, left little doubt what he wanted. She must put her nose to his shaft and smell
it.
It’s degrading, humiliating, and not something I usually do for him. In fact, I rarely
suck him, as I prefer to give him hand jobs. Perhaps, that has been a mistake on my part,
but to smell it, like I’m a bitch in heat.
Considering everything in a few moments, including the seeming wetness in her silk
panties, she still could find no compelling reason to refuse him. Do I want to do this?
Pushing her torso sideways, she slipped her face into his lap. Pressing nostrils to warm
man flesh, she breathed in deeply, taking the musky essence of his sex into her lungs. She
had no previous experience with smelling cock, so she had no frame of reference to judge
whether his erection smell good or not. At least, the smell has my pussy juicing, and my
arousal throbbing. I’m going to suck it for him. I want to and he will love it.
Impulsively, like Thursday’s outfit, she pushed her face up and took his cockhead into
her warm, wet mouth. Briefly sucking it, she gave it a tongue swirl, a technique she
hadn’t used since college, and then pushed it deeper into her throat.
“No, Allison, stop. I said put the head in your mouth, nothing more.” He used his free
hand to grab her blonde locks and pull her throat off his phallus.
What the hell? He doesn’t want me to blow him. What’s this all about? Shaking her head,
to free her hair, she gave him an angry look.
“But. . . I thought . . . don’t you want. What is this game?” Frustrated, she saw him put
his finger to his lips in a quieting motion.
“Don’t ask questions, just play, you’ll see. Sit back in your seat, Allison, and spread
your legs.” Touching her breasts, as if they were her arm or shoulder, he pushed her back
in her seat.
“Why should I. Is this game all about you?” She regretted the question as soon as it came
out, as it was her bitchy self-absorption in full swing.
“No. Allison, it is not, in fact, it’s all about you. You should because you want to.”
His words were curt, as if he didn’t care if she did or didn’t play, and it was all her
loss if she did not. He looked back at the road, paying no attention to her, his hard cock
still jutting out from his jeans.
I want the cock alright. We’re all alone here driving through this wilderness, so what’s
my issue with spreading for him. He’s getting kinky, and I like it, so I guess he’s right,
I do want to.
“Okay, I’ll play, sorry to be bitchy.” Clearly, she saw his eyes never left the road, not
even glancing at her or acknowledging her apology. I get it, he’s going to be mad, until I
actually spread, then he’ll talk, and more, I hope.
Saying nothing, she hiked her skirt up and spread wide, displaying light-blue silk
panties covering her throbbing pussy. Moving her hand to touch the silk, she almost got
there.
“No, not until I say to.” His words made her jump to their authority and she
involuntarily jerked her hand away. Wait a minute, it’s my pussy, and I can touch it if I
please. Her hand moved again toward the silk, but again came Nick’s voice.
“Touch it now, and this all ends. I go back to being the Old Nick, so easy to control,
and you never find out if this change I’m making is for the better. Do you want that?” His
voice was not commanding this time, just honest telling her she should think before she
leapt.
No, I do not want that. I want this to go on, to follow where it leads. Not sure why, but
I know I am thrilled, more than ever before.
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