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“In a good way, yes,” Meegan nearly moaned. “I need it. When I let myself go, it’s almost like I can’t control myself. That can be fun, don’t get me wrong, but I need you to show me how good it can be if I let the ache get so bad that I can’t stand it anymore.”
“I understand that,” he replied. Another level of awareness sparked in Meegan’s mind at that moment, as she saw how alike she and Olin were. How he was able to sit there so calm and contained, while she groped his balls. He needed the pressure to build, too.
“You spank me some more to drive home the point that the begging is working. When I’m a sobbing, writhing mess, you finally set me back on the floor. I lay back and try to goad you into touching me. I open my legs and show you how wet and swollen I am, but you're still not buying it. Instead,” Meegan took a breath. She wasn’t sure how Olin would feel about the next part. “You take one of the fancy Oxfords you’re wearing and gently step on my pussy.”
“But not to hurt you,” he said and Meegan wanted to die. She wondered if it would be weird if she was waiting at his house when he got back from picking up Pam. She wanted him so badly.
“No, not to hurt me,” she whispered. “Just to show me how badly I want you, ’cause I don’t try to move away, I don’t beg you to move your foot. I could come with your hard dress shoe pressed against me and you know that, too. So you apply just enough pressure to let me know that you’re in charge and to see me squirm.”
He let a low hum of interest from the back of his throat and Meegan knew he was picturing it. Trying that aspect of the fantasy on for size. She went on.
“You move your foot away and you tell me I can come but I can’t use my hands, your hands or your dick. You want to see how creative I can be. I don’t think you understand how desperate I am. So you’re a little shocked when I straddle the top of that fancy Oxford and start humping. You extend your leg a bit to give me a little more leverage. I come in no time because I’m so keyed up.”
“Alright, I gotta stop.”
“What?” Meegan froze like he’d just thrown a bucket of ice water on her and this whole fantasy situation.
“I gotta pull over and jerk off. I can’t show up to my dad’s like this.” Meegan’s chest swelled and her hand dropped from her necklace to her lap. “I’m so hard right now. I have to do something about it.”
“Okay. Where are you now?”
“Manhattan Beach. I’m off Rosecrans. There’s a weird parking area behind the REI. Keep telling me what’s next.”
“I’ve come so quickly and you’re not pleased or satisfied. You tell me to try again and again. I keep trying, making myself come as I shamelessly hump my way up your leg. You pet me as I go, stroking my hair and my face, my lips. You won’t touch my tits, which is making me beg some more. It’s a pathetic display, really, but neither of us wants to stop.”
“Okay, I’m parked.”
“Be careful. I don’t want some cop to find you.”
“We’re good. I’m in a dark spot and my windows are tinted. Keep going.”
“Okay. So, I make my way up to your lap and you tell me it’s not enough. I’m a mess at this point. Soaking wet, close to crying a little, because I’m so hot and deep in that space, I can’t really process anything else. I make myself come on your thigh and you still aren’t touching me where I want you to. My tits, my sore ass. Finally you let me straddle you properly. That amazing cock of yours is hard, pressed up against the seam of your trousers. I fuck myself on it, looking deep into your eyes, trying to get a reaction out of you, but you tell me to come already or there’s gonna be another punishment for me before the end of the night. Are you touching yourself?”
“Not yet. Keep going, baby.”
“I come hard against that thick bulge in your pants and you finally grab me by my hair and pull my head back, so you can suck on my tits. That makes me come again. You tell me to get your dick out, while you’re still gripping my hair and then you finally give it to me. You spank my sore ass while I ride you. It’s what I’ve wanted all night, all day, but you don’t make it easy on me. You come inside me and make me hold still until you're positive you’ve pumped every last drop into my pussy. And then, we live happily ever after.” The teasing joke seemed like the only way for Meegan to catch her breath. She hadn’t touched herself, but she knew she’d soaked through her underwear and maybe even her lounge pants.
“That was one hell of a fantasy.”
“I know you want to hear one from me every day this week, but I want to know yours, too.”
“I’ll share them with you. Are you touching yourself?”
“Not yet, but I want to.”
“You want to touch yourself while you watch me?” he groaned.
“Yes,” was all Meegan could say, but it was enough. A moment later, a FaceTime notification popped up on the screen. Meegan hit accept and a desperate gasp slipped out of her mouth. Olin’s thick, uncut erection came into view, the purple head strained and swollen. She wanted to feel it in her mouth again, wanted it buried deep in her pussy at the next possible chance. A condom was rolled partway down his dick. A smart move, just enough to stop him from jizzing all over the interior of his beautiful car. “You have condoms with you?”
“After last night, I’ll always have them on me. I refuse to be unprepared when I’m with you.”
Meegan swallowed, thinking of all the fun they were gonna have. Olin didn’t waste any time. He gripped the base of his cock and started stroking. It wasn’t hurried, but it did seem a little rougher than she’d expected. She thought of all the nights he must have spent alone, just abusing his cock with no one else to satisfy him. Luckily, he had her now.
“Are you touching yourself?” He grunted. Her hand moved lower, so she could cup her pussy through her pants, but that was all.
“No, I wanna focus on you. You don’t know how fucking sexy this.” She’d experienced a lot in her life, but none of her previous partners had called her to jerk off in their car. She kept quiet, listening to his breath and the soft, but harsh noises he made. “What are you thinking about?” she whispered.
“You naked, crawling across my kitchen floor in a pink collar. I know you think I’m restrained, but that would be enough for me to come in my pants again.”