I open the snap chat... it's what I expected: a goofy picture of him, with an animal filter on it, and the emoji . It's what he normally sends, it's like our own little code symbol. It means let's meet up. This is what we have been doing for almost 3 years, since we had our initial physical contact on our senior beach week. I gave him head while tipsy, and all I remember from the night was knowing that he had a big cock and I wanted to sleep with him. We still haven't slept together. We've talked about it, but he has a paralyzing fear of getting a girl pregnant. We meet up quite often and I give him head. He will finger me while I suck him, surprisingly focusing on my clit but never lets me cum. He loves my boobs, always reaching out to grab them, pinch my nipples. He always requests that I do not wear a bra. Sometimes I obey, sometimes I do not. He never gets mad; he knows if I have one on I'll take it off for him. My favorite is when I climb into his truck and he automatically leans across the seats, lifting my shirt up and taking a nipple in his mouth and the other in his hand. That, to me, is paralyzing.
I reply, "9:30?" And he said "9." It's 8:30 now and I don't complain because I need it as bad as he does at this point. I climb out of bed and leave the house, fully dressed in my scrubs for work. As soon as I get to the top of my neighborhood, I pull my bra off and give each nipple a squeeze. A surge straight to my clit starts it, and by the time I make it to our meeting spot my underwear are soaked. He pulls up, I climb out of my car, lock the doors, and literally climb into his truck. It's very big with a lot of room and somehow we still manage to end up in the most intricate positions. I shut the door behind me and immediately notice that my passenger side seat is laid all the way back. Weird, it's normally sitting upright. I don't say anything. He looks at me with that look in his eyes. He can tell I'm not wearing a bra.
"No bra is the best bra," he mutters, as he lifts my shirt up revealing my semi-perky C-cup boobs. His face is buried into my chest before I can say anything, and my hands land on his side and his shoulder. He sucks, licks, nibbles, pinches. Each motion sends a fire to my crotch. With my left nipple still in the clutch of his teeth, he begins rubbing my aching pussy through my pants. I shiver. I could deal with this forever. As soon as it began, his mouth releases my nipple and his hand moves away from my crotch as he sits back and begins to unzip his pants.
His cock springs to life, clearly already turned on. His cock is beautiful, probably the most attractive one I've ever seen. He leans back and strokes himself as I lay out across the bench seat. I notice that his seat is also laid back. There's no way he could see to drive with it like that, so I guess I missed him laying it back. His hands find their way into my hair, messing up my pony tail as I lick his cock from balls to tip on the back side, just the way he likes. Right before the tip, I suck the skin in between my lips. I remember him saying that it felt good last time we met up, I hadn't even meant to do it then but it clearly drove him wild. I pull his balls into my mouth one at a time and feel his hand leave my hair. He's now massaging my ass on the outside of my pants and I'm dying for him to put his fingers inside of me. He lifts the band of my pants but only continues massaging my ass. It feels good, but god I am so wet and my pussy is throbbing. I take his cock in my mouth, all the way down to the base. It twitches in my mouth and his hand reaches down on the outside of my underwear over my pussy. He can tell how wet I am. He withdraws his hand and I want to scream. He's never been very dominant, and I've never hinted that I'm into being a submissive. His hand suddenly grabs the back of my head and forces his cock down my throat again, and he continues to hold my head there while he thrusts his hips, sending his cock down my throat time and time again. I choke, I wasn't prepared for what he was doing. He let's go of me and I catch my breath. I turn to look up at him and he smiles. I say "someone feels a little aggressive tonight huh?" And his smile disappears.
"I'm going to have my way with you tonight baby."
Shivers run through my body as his hand lands heavily on my ass. I'm almost positive the smack left a hand print on my ass through my pants. He notices I have scrubs on at this point, and asks if I have to work at 11. I said yes. He says, "You need to call out right now. You are staying with me tonight. I'll cover the money you miss from missing work tonight. I think you and I both know that this is more important than going to work anyway."
I sit up from my laying position and grab my phone off of the dashboard. He's on top of his game tonight and is clawing my pants and underwear off of me. My back is against the truck door, and he pulls my hips towards him, making my legs go up in the air and my back hit the part of the seat that your butt is normally on. I make a loud oomph sound, and look at him to see a shit eating grin spread across his lips.
"Continue with your important phone call. The sooner you call out, the less trouble you'll be in."
I dial the number and place the call on speakerphone. My work never answers a call in a reasonable time. I'm watching him while waiting for work to pick up. He's admiring my pussy, licking his lips and God only knows what he is thinking. He's never went down on me before or even had his face this close to my pussy. Work picks up, and as soon as they do, his tongue dives in to my swollen clit. I could barely mutter a response to my boss on the other end of the phone. My legs are wrapped around his head at this point, my left hand on his head and my own head thrown back in pleasure. He continues to flick his tongue at my clit and each flick sends a heat wave through my body. I tell my boss I'm not going to make it into work and deal with the usual banter you get when you call out. As I go to say goodbye, two fingers plunge into my pussy and teeth gently bite down on my swollen clit. The other hand reaches up to my boob and immediately connects with my nipple. I hang up the phone quickly and enjoy all this unusual attention. It subsides quickly, he's not going to let me cum. Like always. I'm irritated now. I was so close.
He leans back, my ankles still laying on his shoulders. He pulls my legs down and instructs me to sit up. I do as he says. My shirt has fallen and covered my boobs again. In one smooth quick motion, he pulls it up and over my head. I'm now completely naked in the front seat of his truck and his pants are around his ankles. He can see on my face that I'm frustrated and asks what's wrong. I say "nothing" and he knows I am lying. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to his chest. I love when he gets affectionate like this. It doesn't happen often but I love each time that it does.
"You were close, weren't you?" He asks. I sigh and say "so so close." He chuckles and kisses my forehead, then says "babe... I promise you're going to go over the edge more times tonight than you have in your life. You are going to get what I know you've been wanting. You are going to get what I have been dying to do to you. You are in for a long night." His words bring a shiver to my spine. He starts talking again... "You are to say yes sir and no sir from this point on. That is how you will address me. Your little cunt is mine now, or will be soon. If there is anything you are not comfortable with doing, you need to voice it now. Anything you do not say right now is free game for the rest of the night." I remain silent, I'm not scared and I know he will be careful and take care of me.
He releases his grip and tells me to get my clothes on, get in my car and follow him to his house. Shaking, I do as I am told. My pussy is still throbbing as I go to slide out of his truck. A hand catches my hair and causes me to turn back, where his lips meet mine for the first time ever in the sweetest kiss I have ever had. It's brief. I get into my car and crank it up. We make the 10 minute drive to his house and it feels like it takes an hour to get there. I park and before I can open the door myself, he is holding it open. He smiles and my heart does a flip.
Inside, it's nice. It's clean. I have known where he lived for a while, but I had never been to his house or inside of it. It's a cute place. Two bedrooms. The rent was cheaper here than the one bedroom he found when he was moving. He offers a beer and I decline. He laughs and remembers I hate beer. He pours a glass of white wine and passes it across the bar.
"Are you sure there is nothing you do not want to do tonight? This is your final chance to put things on the hard limit list. If you do not make any hard limits, you cannot get upset about anything I do to you. Also, pick a safe word; just in case we get involved and you begin to feel uncomfortable or hurt." I'm appalled, he's serious about this. How in the hell did he know I was into kinky stuff like this?!?! My mind races and I blurt out "pickle."
"Pickle?"
"Yes. That is my safe word. There will be no hard limits. How did you know I was into kinky sex?"
"Truth be known, I didn't. I just hoped that if I took the lead you would follow suit. I have wanted to do this for a long time... specifically to you. You have been the apple of my eye and I've never had the courage to say so. I guess I thought it would be easier to show my desire than to talk about it."
I'm in shock now. I gulp down the last little bit of my wine. I'm confused though, and I say: "I'm the apple of your eye?" To which he nods yes. "The sexual apple, or the romantic apple?"
We had never spoken of any feelings we had. I have always thought highly of him but never acted or spoke on it in fear of rejection. Now is time for the moment of truth...
He pauses, taking another sip of his beer. The boy still drinks natty light like we are still 18 on senior beach week. I have never been as ill with him as I was when he poured a whole entire can of natty light between my boobs from overhead on beach week.
"You have been the apple of my eye for quite some time now, even before that week at the beach." Another sip of beer. "And I would like you to be both, my sexual and romantic apple, if you'll allow that to happen?"