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You Wanted It, Didn't You?

She finds what she didn't know she wanted.
You're on your third date with a guy, and while it's been nice, it's been kind of lame too. Oh yeah, he's kissed you, and it felt good, really good. You've pressed your body against his, and the contact felt really good too, but you couldn't entice him into anything more. You've begun to wonder why he hasn't tried to do more, is it you, are you not "hot" enough? You know you're not movie star beautiful, but you've been told you're good-looking, pretty face, shoulder length brunette hair, nice shape. You've dressed nicely, and have put on your make up perfectly, but tonight you were going differently. The outfit was a dress, a short dress with a dipping neckline. The make up was a little more edgy, the hair just perfect. If his dick didn't get up tonight, well, it wasn't going to be because you didn't try.

But, all the preparation also took a toll on your body. The thought of how you looked and what you wanted to happen caused your body to begin to prepare itself. You felt your nipples get just a bit more sensitive, your pussy begin to swell, just a bit.

You were going to a club tonight, giving you an opportunity to press against him, move against him, get him to react to you, your body, your desire.

And you did. You moved against him slowly, then faster, but as you did, your body reacted more and more, and that, along with the alcohol was getting you horny, very, very horny.

As he guides you back to your table, you feel his hand brush your rear and you lean into his hand slightly; as you get to the table and you turn to him, your already sensitive nipples graze his arm. You look directly into his eyes, a half-lidded, sultry look.

What you want is evident on your face.

But his face is implacable, not a sign of arousal is on it, yet there is a change that you notice. He seems to be more in charge, more in control than he had in the past. Not that he hadn't been a take charge kind of a guy, but it just seems more pronounced now.

He moves his chair closer to yours and looks into your face. As he does, his left hand crosses over his lap and rests on the area just above your left knee. The touch feels like fire as his hand just rests there, not moving. But it was a touch you were craving and now your hips move a little of their own accord, as if they have a will of their own.

Still looking at you, he moves his hand about three inches higher, and he watches as your lips quiver and part. "You want something, don't you?" he asks, his voice loud enough to be heard over the music. Not trusting your voice you just nod your head.

"You need to speak up."

"yes," you say, barely audible.

"No, you need to speak up, I want to hear you."

Looking around to see who may hear you, you speak above the music, "Yes."

"Yes, what? tell me."

"Yes, I want something." You feel your face reddening at the idea that you've just said this out loud, although no one would have any idea what you were speaking about.

"Really? Tell me what you want." His hand moves two inches higher, your hips respond, trying to get your pussy to his hand, trying to get greater contact with your panties, anything.

Looking right at his face you self-consciously respond, "You."

"Use the word in a sentence, little one."

'Little one', the sobriquet strikes a cord inside of you and with all concerns of others hearing you gone you respond, "You, I want you, I want you in me, now."

"Very good, little one, I like that, good start."

Again,'little' one strikes a chord, and hearing him say you did something "very good" was a good feeling. But . . . good start? Not sure what that meant.

"Come with me, little one."

He stands up and heads for the exit to the parking lot, leading the way through the crowd. In the middle of the crowd he turns to you standing close, but not too close, and says, "Tell me again, what you want, clearly."

Your body is on fire, you feel as if you can't wait, so in an effort to really make your point you reach over and lightly grip his cock through his pants, his hard cock you note smiling inwardly. Looking at him in a clear voice you say, "I want you inside of me, now."

Turning with a smile on his face and moving on, he stops just before the exit, turns to you again, pulls you close to him, his hand on your hips and his thigh just between your thighs and says simply, "Again, little one."

"Dammit, I want your cock in me NOW!" The last word attracting some attention.

"Now, I want you to ask me for it, nicely."

You look at him wide-eyed, and want to turn away, but your hips, your independent hips, are searching to find a way to grind against his almost there thigh.

You look at him, almost malevolently, and say,"Will you put your cock in me, please, please put your cock in me, I want you." As you started to say it, something inside of you burst, it felt right, but somehow didn't seem right. You were begging a man to use your body, how could that be right, why did it feel so right?

Now he moves his thigh firmly between yours, pressing onto your pussy, almost as if it were a reward. You press forward, using his leg to move against, to help you feel good, and suddenly he moves away, out the door. You follow, breathing hard.

He gets to his car, takes you in his arms cups your chin and kisses you, hard, then turns you around, bending you over the side of the front hood. "I've been waiting to do this all night, little one, looking at that short skirt and all." he says as he pulls the skirt up. You're so confused, first the public statements, then having to ask for sex, then being put on public display, it all seemed so wrong, but . . . little one . . . it all seemed so right.

Now the panties come down, and off, thrown on the hood of the car by your face. His hand goes between your legs, touches your pussy, your very wet pussy. You moan and push against his hand, but he pulls his hand back. Leaning over you he says, "Now tell me what you want, ask me for what you want."

"I want you inside of me, I want your cock in me, now, please put your dick in me now, I need it. Do it hard and fast , slow whatever you want just put your cock in me now. Pleeeeeaaase."

You feel him position his cock at the entrance to your pussy, and just push. No need to guide it or help, you are so wet his cock just slides in and he slowly moves. Your first orgasm takes only a minute as he moves steadily in you, not rushing. He continues to stroke in and out steadily and you move towards a second orgasm, and as he does he leans over you. "Who do you belong to, little one?" he says in a normal voice. The question causes confusion, belong to? little one?

"You, I belong to you, I'm your little one, please, don't stop, please, please don't stop."

"Oh, I won't stop, little one, I intend to use you, all of you." The thrusting speeds up and your second orgasm bursts over you, scant seconds later he puts his hands on the small of your back and thrusts in hard as he cums inside of you. As you come down from your euphoria you hear what sounds like clapping and some cheering. Looking up you notice that there was a crowd of club goers watching, snapping phone camera pictures, as you begged a man to use you, as you orgasmed for him twice and as you professed that you belong to him.

And you feel that tingling in your pussy start up again.

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