Chapter Three
With his cock soaked in her pussy juices, Tim wanted to see if she would follow the narrative he wrote for her. With her now laying on his bed, holding her legs apart to give him the best access to her pussy, Tim had deliberately used long slow strokes into her. He wanted her to become so aroused, that she would beg him to give her a hard fucking.
In his story, he had written Gilly to be sexually frustrated by her husband's lack of sexual desire and competence in bringing her to orgasm, but he also gave her an innate need to be dominated and be made to give pleasure to her lover. Tim decided to test Gilly's adherence to his narrative at once. His strokes were generating delightfully intense moans and squeals, and her pussy was soaking wet, and each time Tim withdrew his cock, a rivulet of her ejaculate spilt from her pussy. Now he wanted her to pleasure him. He pulled out of her,
"Your dirty pussy has shoaled my cock. Lick me clean!" Tim ordered her and punctuated his words with a sharp slap on her quivering pussy lips. She jumped and squealed her disapproval.
"Ow!" Gilly looked between her legs and saw Tim's erect cock, glistening with her juice. Tim repeated his instruction.
"Lick your pussy off my cock! You haven't earned any more attention." Tim scolded her. Gilly immediately took the barb and scrambled onto her hands and knees and began to lick her sweetness off his member. While enjoying her tongue lapping at his stiffness, cleaning him of her fluid. Tim took a moment to consider what he had done.
Was his writing changing her character? Or was his writing simply enhancing and manipulating what she, herself had deep inside her? Was his writing simply freeing her to express her deepest sexual fantasies? As he pondered the impact of his writing, she greedily licked and sucked at his cock, which now was even more erect.
"Show me your ass, Gilly." Tim grasped her blonde hair firmly, she looked up at him with those same blue eyes, but behind them a fever burned in her.
A fever that Tim would eventually quench with his semen. Without hesitation, she turned round on all fours and shuffled back so his erection was now aligned with the slit of her pussy. Tim levelled his swollen glans and nudged her open.
"Oooh. That's amazing." Gilly cooed, "Will you give me more?" The question was interrupted by Tim's sharp penetration, filling her pussy up with his cock. Being as tight as she was, a wonderful experience for Tim made even his cock provide enough to fill her enough to give her a vaginal orgasm. "Ahh fuck! I'm cumming!" Tim realised it was her heightened sense of excitement and arousal that has allowing her body to climax, rather than his penis size. He had no illusion about that but his narrative had given her deep sexual frustration, so he took advantage of her needs.
"Use your fingers to rub your clitoris, as I fuck you." Tim then altered his voice, to a harsher sharp, tone "But you must not cum again until I say so!" Tim decided to push her to accept his dominance. He waited but heard no reply, as she had sunk on his erection, he could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of Gilly's throat. He had to admit, he was impressed that she could take him deep. Despite this, he still held her head and thrust into her throat, causing her to gag on him.
"Do you understand?" Tim pulled out, to allow her to reply.
Coughing and spluttering, she nodded, "Yes." A long line of saliva dribbled down from her mouth.
"Yes Sir" Tim placed his cock back into her mouth and thrust into her throat three times, before releasing her again.
"Yes Sir." She spluttered in reply.
"I'm going to teach you why you have a pussy. Turn around." Tim whispered, but loud enough for Gilly to hear. She obeyed and put herself back in the previous position. Tim's cock thrust hard into her pussy, and she yelped with his engorged size.
