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Author’s Note: If you haven’t read the Frank she relished it; she went about it like it was her favorite thing in the world and she was honestly disappointed if he didn’t cum in her mouth. She swallowed it freely but only after swirling it around and enjoying the taste. She genuinely loved cum.

Somewhere in the middle of Cheryl eating her desert Frank got the suspicion that her behavior wasn’t genuine; that she was just as eager as he was for their sexual play but, for whatever reason, she was delaying it on purpose. Was she teasing him? Her behavior didn’t suggest that. Was she not interested? He knew better. What could the reason be for her delaying behavior and conversation that was devoid of sexual innuendo. That was VERY unlike her.

Then he remembered a conversation they’d had a few weeks back while watching a porn video. The focus of the video had been a woman who was controlled by a man; taken roughly. It wasn’t rape in any way, but the male actor obviously didn’t care about the female’s comfort, desires or wishes. He was in control. He made her do what he wanted and took her however he saw fit. By the time the video was over, he’d fucked her in every hole and came on her face. Frank remembered Cheryl saying something about how sometimes just being taken control of and used for her partner’s pleasure was exciting. Sometimes she just wanted to be a thing that her man used to get off as he saw fit without care or concern about what she wanted. Sometimes she liked being forced to perform.

When Cheryl had finished her desert and the bill was paid, Frank took her hand and led her out to his car. While driving back to her place when there was a pause in the casual conversation, he looked over and said, “Show me your pussy.” She almost smiled before catching herself.

Cheryl looked over, pretending to be startled and said, “What?”

“Show me your pussy, I said,” Frank replied. “Now!” he added for emphasis.

Hesitantly, as if she wasn’t really sure she wanted to do Ataşehir Escort it, Cheryl undid and pushed down her jeans, all the way to her ankles, so she could spread her thighs apart and make her pussy visible to Frank. “Lean your seat back,” he ordered. Cheryl hesitated a bit before reaching down to pull the lever and lay her seat back. “Now finger fuck yourself until we get home.”

“But I…” she started to say something. Frank cut her off.

“Ah, ah. No conversation is necessary. Finger fuck your pussy… now. Don’t stop until I tell you.” He made sure his tone was one that would brook no disagreement, and just as Cheryl reached her hands between her legs, he had another thought. As she began to rub her clit and finger her wetness, he changed his direction of travel, adding about 15 minutes to the drive.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered and she obeyed. “Think about whatever you want…that would turn you on the most right this moment.” He paused and heard her breathing changed as her fingers worked and her imagination fed her pleasure. “That’s it, baby,” he said. “Work that pussy… make it cum for me.” Then he was quiet and waited until she came. It was a familiar sight and sound that he loved almost as much as she did. As he drove he could hear her pussy getting wetter and her fingers slushed in and out of her sex. He could smell the lusciousness of her filling the car. He could hear her breathing change as her climax built and her moans begin to increase in intensity. And then her orgasm exploded through her. Her back arched up, pushing her chest against the seat belt she was still wearing. Her legs spread farther to open her pussy for her fingers and her hand motion got even faster. Her fingers rubbing her clit became a blur as the two fingers she had shoved up inside herself ground in and stirred. Her breath stopped and she seemed to almost squeak her moans as the explosion of pleasure pulsed through her… spasming her core until she finally relaxed and seemed Anadolu Yakası Escort to come back to reality.

She opened her eyes as she caught her breath and looked over at Frank as he stole glances at her. Then she looked around and realized that they weren’t directly on their way back to her place. “What…?” she started to ask. Frank interrupted her.

“Ah! Not a word. Unbuckle your seat belt and get my cock out.” He had unbuckled his belt and unsnapped/unzipped his pants. Cheryl looked confused for just a moment before complying with his order. She unbuckled and turned in her seat, her naked ass pointed at the passenger window while she bent and worked to get Frank’s pants down to his knees. His cock was hard and seeping precum, standing tall as she pushed his pants down far enough to get at him.

Keeping his left hand on the steering wheel, Frank grabbed a handful of hair on the back of Cheryl’s head and, without saying a word, pushed her face down to his cock. He didn’t have to tell her what to do as she opened her mouth and sucked in his length. He moaned at the sensation of the hot warmth of her mouth surrounding his shaft and then, controlling her by her hair, he began to push her mouth up and down on his cock, fucking her face. He wasn’t being gentle as he forced himself in and out of her mouth and he heard her moan around his dick in response to how he was treating her.

Once or twice he pushed her head down hard enough to make her gag, but she didn’t complain. She just held her position as best she could and then breathed when he allowed her to come up for air… and then he pushed her head back down. Frank did his best to focus on driving while forcing Cheryl’s mouth up and down his length, encouraging her saying, “Suck that cock, slut. Earn my cum.” Cheryl moaned in response to that as well, fully releasing her head to his control and accepting the treatment as he face fucked her.

A couple minutes later, and still at least five minutes Kartal Escort from her place, Cheryl felt Frank’s cock begin to swell as it did just prior to orgasm. The pressure of his hand on her head was even more forceful as he pushed her mouth up and down on his length, pushing her head harder with every thrust cup of his hips, not caring if he gagged her or if she wanted it. When his orgasm finally set in, he pushed her head down hard and held it there. She did one of the things he loved best: She opened her throat and held her breath so his cum shot straight to her belly. She didn’t have to swallow. She could feel his cock throbbing in her throat with every pulse of his orgasm and she could feel the warm heat of his cum as it traveled to her stomach.

Only when his orgasm had fully passed and his cock began to deflate did Frank let up the pressure on the back of her head, allowing Cheryl to lift up enough to breath. She started to pull off his cock completely but he held her in place. “No,” he said. “Lick and suck me completely clean.” She did so as he kept hold of the handful of her hair, directing her up and down and all around his manhood. By the time she was done, he was pulling into her parking lot.

“Pull up your jeans,” he told her, even as he fixed his own pants, and she did. When they got out of the car and met at the front, rather than putting his arm around her, he put his hand on the back of her neck. His grip was firm enough to let her know she was still under his control and while he was happy to be reunited with her, the evening — for now — wasn’t going to be romantic in any way. In this fashion, he guided her up the steps and waited, holding her, as she unlocked the door. With the door open, he pushed her through by the pressure on her neck. She wasn’t expecting it and stumbled slightly as she crossed the threshold. She turned to look at him, the look on her face suggesting she was angry — but she saw the look on his face and held her tongue. He closed and locked the door and then turned back to her.

Reaching out to her again, he put his hand on her neck and ran it up into her hair. Closing his fist he had a handful of her hair and firm control of her head. Pulling her face close he looked her in the eye and said, “I love you.”

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