A short piece inspired by some recent events in my life. I'm thinking about expanding it into a series, so please let me know your thoughts.
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Four minutes. That's how long Lou gave me to get myself off, or else. While it was not uncommon for him to issue ultimatums of a sexual nature or to get me riled up in public, on this occasion he proved to be particularly inventive.
After an otherwise mundane dinner date, he pulled the car into the Scrub-A-Dub three blocks from his apartment and I could only throw him a confused look. He gave me smirk, "I have a job for you." With one raised eyebrow as my only response, I let him continue. "If you can get yourself off before the end of the wash, when we get home I'll fuck you so hard you'll be sore for a week."
Even as I felt blood rush immediately to my pussy at his suggestion, I laughed in his face. "Weren't you planning to do that anyway?"
"I was going to, yeah. But now, if you don't come in time, I won't fuck you at all." He reached over and kneaded my thigh that was left exposed by my short sundress, reminding me of how quickly my body reacted to his touch, whether it be gentle or demanding. I bit my lip in response, ready to play along if only to ensure he would give me his cock later that night. I had no doubt that he would deny me if I failed to rise to the challenge, not caring if he had to suffer as well. His patience and self-control were a few of his best qualities, but they also drove me insane since I lacked both when we were together.
"Any other rules? Or I just need to come before this is done?" I was already shifting in my seat as he paid the coverall-clad worker and drove slowly to the garage entrance. Truthfully, I love when he lays down rules for me to follow during sex. Something about following orders, no matter how simple, never fails to get me off. I wasn't sure what would help me come faster, more or less guidelines.
Once on the tracks with the machine guiding his car, Lou looked over at me, his hand still on my thigh. "No rules, just come."
I ungracefully jerked off my seatbelt and reached up to pull off my panties quicker than you could say, "dirty little attention whore." Lou let out a low chuckle as he watched, enjoying himself already. With one foot on the dashboard, I dove in with gusto, getting two fingers slick with my juices before rubbing them furiously over my clit. The air on my bare pussy felt like a crisp, cool wave crashing over a burning hot beach and I spread my thighs further to feel more of it.
Lou, with his deep-set brown eyes taking in the show I was putting on, started to strain in his jeans in an instant. I reached over with my free hand to stroke his erection, loving his hardness under my palm and the mental image of him sinking it into my folds once we got home. To add fuel to the fire currently building, I conjured up a memory of us fucking on an old couch in his uncle's basement during a recent family gathering. It had been fast and nasty, just how we needed it sometimes. His hand had covered my mouth to keep me quiet as I rode him with abandon in a race to get off, until his milky come had spread itself inside my walls and I practically jumped out of my skin from the force of my orgasm.
Gasping at the memory, I glanced out the window while jerking myself at a frantic pace. The initial rinse was over and we were moving through the soap dispensers on our way to the high-powered brushes. I already felt like I was running out of time and the damn thing had just started. I removed my hand from my cunt and shifted over to straddle Lou, who greeted me with glee. Grabbing my wrist he ran his tongue once swiftly over my damp fingers before guiding them into my mouth to share the goodness.
Normally I love playing around at a leisurely pace, but I didn't have any time to waste. Freeing myself from his grasp, I returned my hand to my cunt under my dress, shoving two curled fingers into my entrance to stroke my g-spot as I let out a breathy moan. Lou, unable to help himself, began kissing my neck and squeezing my ass as my hips jerked forward against my hand. Fingers back on my clit, I resumed my earlier pace, determined to get it done, no matter what. But...it just wasn't enough, I needed something more. I groaned in frustration as Lou lovingly nibbled on my throat. I reached up, shrugging off a tiny sleeve of my dress to expose one breast, now covered by just a thin layer of lace.
