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“How do you feel?” I asked him.
The question was purposely vague, testing him, to see how far he wanted to take things.
Now, you guys have read enough of my stories by now to know that I don’t play around when it comes to sex. I like to fuck. It’s me, Mandy, and we know this already. If you’re into the shy girl, oops I might look like a slut kind of story, then this is probably where you should end my story. I’ve had a few mental negotiations, trying to decide whether I’m a hero or a whore and I’ve settled on somewhere in-between. I’m a thirty-something who wants, no, who deserves to have her pussy pounded from time to time.
I can be the doting girlfriend when the time is right, I could wife-up if the right man ever came along, but let’s face it…Wesley is not my future husband. So…game motherfucking on.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
Sorry, taking it back a bit, just in case my interruption goofed up my story. I need you on track here. You with me? Good.
“How do I feel?” he asked. “Like…like I’m happy I decided to come to this reunion. I needed to see you, to see if I had a chance with you, and…well, I’m…I’m happy.”
Happy was not the word I was looking for.
Happy how? Happy like I want to do a dance kind of happy? Happy like I just got a new iPad for Christmas kind of happy? I need to turn this up a notch.
“Happy,” I repeated.
I grabbed his zipper, slid it down, and reached into his pants, thumbing the waistband of his briefs and pulling it over the head of his dick. If he wanted to be happy, I was going to show him happy. He needed to study some new fucking adjectives because happy didn’t fit with this fucking moment.
I pulled out his cock and held it in my hand. He gazed down at me.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” I told him. “Get me where we’re going safely.”
So you can fuck me like I need to be fucked.
“Okay,” he said as he returned his eyes to the windshield.
His cock was pretty. Smooth. The head was large, plump, and I knew it would feel great shoving its way past my pussy lips later. That was going to feel amazing. For now, I needed to make him want me even more. I needed Tommy Two-Tone to desire me, to want to eat me alive.
I gave his dick a couple of light pumps, sliding my hand down to his balls and back up, letting my fingernails tickle him a bit. As I slid down again, I touched his balls with the fingernail of my pinky finger, stabbing it ever so gently. He twitched. Twitching is always good.
I made a claw with my right hand and pushed the fingernails into his sack. He breathed deep and closed his eyes for a second.
“Unh unh unh,” I said no like a school teacher telling him he’d gotten the wrong answer on his math problem.
I dug my fingernails into him again and his ass clenched. His cock stood up harder and straighter than before. So that’s when I took it. I put my lips against the tip of his dick and kissed it gently. Then, with my mouth opened ever so slightly, I worked his head, massaging it as I opened and closed my mouth, puckering my lips against his smooth head. He twitched again.
Each twitch was like a shifting of gears, it assured me I could move on from there. So I did. I took his whole head into my mouth and sucked on it, tilting my head to the side to let his tip slide into my cheek, grinding gently against my teeth, knowing the rough texture would set his nerve endings on fire. He twitched again and groaned.
You’re fucking happy now, aren’t you?
I repeated the motion a few times, knowing my face must look like the gesture of someone putting their tongue in their cheek to show the motion of a blowjob. I’d never thought about it before, but doing it the way I was now, I knew the head of his dick must be pushing out my cheek, making that exact gesture. I liked the thought of it.
I opened up wide and straightened out, letting his dick finally make its way into the heart of my mouth, where it rested there, and I wrapped my lips firmly around it as I gave his head light dashes with the tip of my tongue.
Licking the bottom portion, with attention on the vein that climbs up to the head, was doing the trick. He practically climbed out of his seat, trying to fuck my face as he drove. With my fist planted firmly around the base of his cock, I sucked upward while pushing my hand down, stretching out his skin. He slapped the steering wheel and I knew I was on the right track.
I dropped my mouth and massaged his balls at the same time, then pushed his cock a
gainst his body and leaned down to flick my tongue at his scrotum. He was so trimmed it was almost unmanly, but I liked it. He was smooth and smelled good, like he may have given his undercarriage a spray of his cologne.
My tongue coaxed one of his balls into my mouth where I swirled around it and pursed my lips against it until he was beating the steering wheel again and groaning. He wanted me.
Fuck yeah.
Scooping up his other nut, I sucked his balls until I thought he might scream. He seemed like he was about to lose it and as I licked along the length of him, making my way back up to his head, pre-cum ran down his shaft, meeting me halfway. I’m not one to get squeamish in these moments so I sucked it off and gave him a “mmm” to let him know I liked it before I took him all the way into my mouth.
