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Cult of Sexuality-Part 4

Where is the line between need and desperation?
The next morning, Steven prepared to go to work. He told me that he worked as an electronics salesman, but was going to quit his job. It was 7am and the others were still either sleeping or had already left for work. He told me he’d be back around 6pm. I was missing him already.

“Does that mean I won’t see you all day?” I asked.

“I’m afraid so,” he replied.

“But I want to want to have sex with you,” I said as I stroked his middle finger.

“I can’t fuck you all day,” he said smiling.

“I really wish you’d try,” I said as sincere as I was desperate for him.

“I tell you what, why don’t you come with me? I’m meeting with a customer this morning. After I see him, we can go out for lunch,” he said.

“You mean like a date?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yep, just like a date,” he said.

I grabbed my purse and small make-up case, overjoyed that I would get to go with him. I started thinking about what our first date would be like. Instantly, I was in full-dream mode. We held hands as we walked towards his car.

“What kind of car do you drive?” I asked, wanting to learn more about my new boyfriend.

“You’ll see,” he replied.

When we got to his car, he put me against the hood and kissed me. His hands moved up and down my body. It almost felt as if he was frisking me. He grabbed my breasts and reached between my legs. I didn’t take long for me to be aroused by his touch. I didn’t care that we were out in the open, I wanted him right then and there. I reached for his crotch, but he blocked my hand before I could touch him.

“Get in the car, we’re already late,” he told me.

I sat in the passenger’s seat and fixed my makeup. He exhaled and shook his head before starting the car.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” he replied.

Like always, my desire for him was brewing again. I stroked his cheek with my finger and he smiled.

“Why don’t you just pull over so we can fuck,” I said.

“What kind of talk is that from a young lady?” He replied.

“It’s the kind of talk that turns you on,” I reminded him.

He shook his head and kept driving.

Since he was more interested in getting to his destination, I didn’t think he’d care if I played with myself. I pulled up my skirt exposing my shaved pussy. I began to rub my clit. Steven looked at me.

“Don’t do that!” he scolded as he moved my hand away from my wet and willing pussy.

“Too late, I already started,” I said as I licked my lips.

I opened my pussy lips so he could get a full view of how much I desired him.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbled as he gently put his finger on my clit and rubbed it in small circles.

I opened my legs and let the sensation excite me.

“Is that how you like it?” he asked.

“Mmm, yes!” I whispered, as I pulled up my top.

“Do you always go out without a bra?” he asked, trying to be serious, but failing miserably.

“Only on a first date,” I said.

“Let’s go someplace more secluded,” he said.

He took his hand of my body and made a sharp left turn. After a few miles, everything familiar had disappeared. He pulled over and turned off the engine.

“Should I suck your tits or your clit?” he asked playfully, pretending to think about it.

“It’s your choice,” I said seductively.

He pulled off my top as I slid off my skirt. I adjusted the seat so I could recline as Steven sucked my left breast. In a slow, steady rhythm, he flicked the nipple. The arousal began to overtake me and I tried to rub my clit, but Steven moved my hand away.

“But I need to rub it,” I pleaded.

“I’m not going to let you,” he said.

“I think this tit needs attention too,” he said as he fondled my right breast while still sucking the left one.

My clit tingled from the sensation and I pressed my legs together. I put my hand on his crotch and felt his hardness. He unzipped his pants, exposing his fully erect dick.

“Stroke my cock,” he instructed.

I did as he asked and stroked him. How badly I wanted him inside me. I was overwhelmed with sexual desire. If this man didn’t have a spell on me, then it was something very close.

I jerked him faster as he sucked my tits. I was so aroused that I could have cum without being touched. I quivered from the desire.

“Get in the backseat-right now!” he said.

I climbed into the back of the car and he met me there a few seconds later. He placed me on my back and kissed my lips and neck, down my chest. He continued working his way down until he reached my pussy.

I opened my legs, hoping he would get the hint. He kissed my pussy lips, my inner thighs, but stopped at my clit. I whimpered in pleasure, grabbing my breasts, as I looked away, trying to distract myself from the overwhelming throbbing in my clit.

“Eat me, please!” I begged.

He looked at my pussy as if I was an experiment, testing how much I could take.

“If I did lick it, I’d lick right underneath your clit right before I sucked it. Then, I’d gently finger fuck you as your clit swelled between my lips. That is IF I licked it,” he said.

“Oh Steven, please don’t talk like that. I can’t take it!” I pleaded.

He pulled down his pants and stroked his cock, still looking at my dripping cunt.

He placed his finger on my clit.

“I’d lick it right there,” he said stroking himself harder.

I needed to cum.

“Maybe I’d tease it first, maybe not. I don’t know,” he said as if he were contemplating what to do next.

“Steven, please stop! I need you!” I pleaded to him.

“Do you know your pussy is dripping?” He asked calmly. His teasing was sadistic.

“Oh God! Please stop!!” I begged of him.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything,” he stated still looking down at my helpless body.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, as if he didn’t know.

“I want you to eat me, fuck me, please! I can’t take it anymore!”

He took my leg and placed it on top of the rear seat as he positioned his head between my legs. He placed his mouth on my pussy lips as my heart pounded with anticipation -but he did nothing.

I felt his warm breath near my clit, which was my making my lower body ache. I placed my hands on the back of his head.

Slowly, he opened my pussy lips. He paused for a moment and looked up at me like he wasn’t sure if he should do anything. Then, without warning, he quickly licked my aching clit. My body jolted from the pleasure. He wasn’t sensual or gentle, but at that point I didn’t care.

I pounded my fists against the back of the passenger’s seat as I moaned loudly.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” I screamed repeatedly, until my body trembled and I released a powerful orgasm against his tongue.

Steven looked up, almost as if he were in a daze and said, “Eight. You’re clit throbbed eight times."

"I did a good job,” he bragged.

I pulled him closer to me and kissed him.

“I want you to fuck me,” I told him as I stroked his cock.

He positioned himself so I could suck him and I took his cock in my mouth. I wanted to tease him as badly as he teased me, but I knew it might not be the best idea. I wanted him hard and ready and to fuck me, as he’s never fucked me before.

I slowly sucked his cock and gently rubbed his balls as he watched me please him. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue before licking the shaft. He put his hand on the back of my head and guided me.

“That’s it, that’s it, suck my cock like the little whore that you are,” he said as he put his head back.

I moaned as I sucked him, feeling him get harder. I felt the tip of his cock in the back of my throat and I did all I could not to gag.

“You like it?” I asked him as flicked the head of his cock.

“Yeah, it’s a real Kodak moment,” he said with sarcasm.

I knew he didn’t mean the sarcasm, he was just being himself. I licked his cock from shaft to tip, admiring the hardness.

“It feels like steel under the skin, it feels so hard,” I told him.

“You’ll see how hard it feels,” he said as he motioned me off his cock.

Steven positioned me face down on the back seat.

“Rest on your elbows, put your ass up,” he instructed as he stroked himself some more.

Being in the back seat, it was an awkward position, but I braced myself for his cock. He placed his hands on my side as he fucked my pussy.

“Is this what you were waiting for?” he asked.

“Oh God, yes!” I exclaimed as the car rocked with his motions.

I felt his balls slap against my body as my tits brushed against the seat of the car. He fucked me as hard as he could without hurting me.

“Oh Steven I love you!” I shouted, as he fucked me.

“You love Steven?” He said as if he knew a secret.

“Yes, I love you!” I replied.

“Yeah, well Steven has something for you,” he said breathlessly.

“Oooh, give it to me,” I said.

His body tensed up after a few hard thrusts as I felt his cum shoot into me.

“Yes!!!” I exclaimed as he held me in place.

He pulled out and rubbed the tip of his dick against my pussy lips. He gave my ass a few good slaps, before he sat on the back seat and stroked himself a few times more.

I rested my head on his shoulder, exhausted, but very satisfied.

“We better get dressed and go, you have a customer waiting,” I said.

“There is no customer to see,” he confessed.

“Then where are we going?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” he replied.

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