Her Runaway Fantasy
They drove out of town in his old classic light blue Chevy , more remote than before. Car ignition now off and bonnet still warm he spread her on her back straight over the hood.
Her yellow long summer dress looked innocent for the part but it was just a her charade.
Bent over her body his exposed olive skin biceps pinned her down. He uttered a few words straight to her soul.
She listened , followed and took two middle fingers from her left hand and as he instructed her to do so. Word for word she did not step out of character.
She placed them in her wet mouth.
He told her to slowly suck them like it was his touch that she’s craved all day.
His words were like a compelling directive she had to follow , or there would be consequences. She knew not to disobey.
His every command to suck them with her eyes closed and imagine it was his …his hidden mysterious and hopefully enormously endowed piece.
Her fingers became sobbing, dripping and slobbery wet.
He said you mustn’t touch yourself, hold yourself, until he allowed it. It made her squirm all over.
The thought of restraint , drove her madly and wildly crazy she longed for his touch or even her own . Something had to give soon. The convulsion at her waist was gagging for something more. Something hot, firm and moreish.
At long last he gave her the order.
He looked directly in her eyes and whispered , take those wet fingers run them down past your breasts stopping only for a second on your nipple, tweak it just a little, just enough to feel yourself dribble a little between your legs.
She had to then keep sliding them down past her belly to below her waist as he again whispered in her ear….I want you to insert those two middle fingers just in a little,just in past your fingernails and no more he said strictly.
He then placed both his own fingers on her tongue and prompted her to gag like it was his own throbbing member.
As she fingered herself with her eyes closed the simulation of MMF was so fucking hot, she almost came to an early orgasm right there and then.
He couldn’t help but notice how her waist was thrusting into those plunging fingers, digging so deep, her groan as she gagged on his fingers was a call for something more, something deeper was needed to fulfill her insatiable appetite for a juicy warm cock was still left wanting.
The thought of her vulnerability and legs spread wide open was sending a tingle down his body, his bulge from his tight dark tan suede pants was now quite noticeable to her. The image of what lay underneath only sent her even more crazy. Her emotions were bursting from the seems of hey skimpy pink lingerie. The same sleek lingerie that was so perfectly parted to allow those wonderful two fingers to rhythmically twist and delve deep inside her. Her circular motion and her upward thrust brought her so close to climax, her exhale of near relief could be felt across the room.
Her red gloss lips on her mouth showed exactly how transponded her wild thoughts were. She broke command and took a chance and unzipped him. He buckled to the impromptus seduction and let her take his rippled hard dick in her mouth. Without much more effort on her part she chocked on him and gushed her lovely girl juice with a enormous moan.
She recovered. Now she had the upper hand and he was at his mercy to be brought to his knees with the same submissive nature he waited on command with anticipation as to her intentions to fulfil him or not. With body or mouth, he stared in her eyes, take mercy.
