"No, I won't!" Evie said, as forcefully as she could, considering that she was trembling with fear. She knew that she was not going to be allowed to rise from the couch because I had shoved her back several times already.
"I don't care if you want to or not, just do it."
"No, it's dirty and disgusting too! I refuse to do anything nasty like that."
"Listen! I not only want it. I need it, so accept that and do it."
"I don't even know how to do it, and I don't want to know. The very idea of doing something like that just turns my stomach."
"What do you mean, you don't know how? You are twenty-three years old."
"I never got out much. I had to take care of mom, and, along with work, I never went on many dates."
"What about high school?"
"I had to study, go to work, and then I went home, helped around the house, and prepared my lessons. A couple of times my mom took me to a school function, like a dance, but then I went right home. That was my life."
"Well, babe, life has just changed for you."
"I don't think I like you anymore. I want to go home. Take me home now!"
"Forget about going home. You have a little task to perform, and the sooner you get on with it, the better it will be for you."
"You mean the better it will be for YOU, not me, you bastard!"
"Whatever you think, just do it."
"You're not going to take me home until I do?"
"That's right."
I watched the woman. Evie maintained her defiant demeanor, sitting at the far end of the couch. She had tried to get up a few times, but I just grabbed her and pulled her down again. There were a few red marks on her arms from my grip. I noticed her upper lip began to quiver, and tears welled up in her eyes. Slowly they dripped down her cheeks.
"Please, don't make me do it. Don't make me suck your penis."
"Do it and get it over with."
"You won't hurt me?"
"Of course not. This is supposed to be pleasant and pleasurable."
"It doesn't sound that way to me."
"Well, it is."
"If I do it, you'll take me home?"
Good, I thought, she is resigning herself to doing it. It sounded as if the long argument was about over.
"I said I would, if you still want to go tonight."
"Why would I want to stay?"
"Maybe you will get into this -- we'll see."
"Don't get your hopes up too much."
Evie sat there sniffing and wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. I handed her a box of tissues I had conveniently placed on the end table by my side of the couch. Turning her tear-stained face to me, she gave me a look imploring me to relent. I merely stared back at her. She knew that she could try to run out the door, but I would catch her, and we were a good mile away from the nearest other house. I watched Evie's head slowly hang down, and I knew she was resigning herself to the task ahead.
"Okay, I guess I have to do it. Tell me what to do."
"It would be nice if we undressed first."
I stood up and began to remove my clothing. Blushing deeply, the woman slowly began to loosen her dress, fiddling with buttons, but making little progress in actually removing the garment. I ignored her slow progress and continued to disrobe. I was soon completely naked. Seeing that her own stalling was having no effect on me, she undid a few more buttons and abruptly pulled the dress over her head. She had rather plain underclothing, nothing very sexy, but it served to give her an air of innocence.
"Very nice," I informed here truthfully. Evie did have a nice body to match her pretty face -- nice-sized tits, a narrow waist, and erotically flared hips. Her legs were shapely. I could see some pubic hair creeping out the edge of her panties. The dark strands matched the long hair on her head, which she had pulled pack into a pony tail.
"Is this good enough?" Evie asked.
"Well, for starters, but you might want to take off everything. It would be better that way."
I myself was standing in front of her, completely nude. My penis had not become completely erect, but was dangling nicely, thick and hanging extended away from my body. I could see Evie looking at my cock, in fact, she was having trouble keeping her eyes away from it. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Shrugging out of it, she placed it carefully on top of the dress on the arm of the couch. Then she tugged down the panties and added them to the pile. She had a nice thick bush, concealing her cunt completely. I anticipated searching through that jungle.
"Now what?" she asked.
I stepped closer and pushed down gently on her shoulders.
"Just kneel or squat in front of me."
Obediently, she knelt on the carpet. I stepped closer so that my cock was mere inches from her face. She stared up at me, but her eyes flickered down frequently to the meaty shaft dangling before her.
"Kiss it!" I demanded in a low, firm voice.
She leaned her face forward and give me a quick, dry peck on the tip of the head with tightly pursed lips. Evie leaned back and looked up at me.
"Don't stop now. See how it is getting harder. Keep kissing it, and make the kisses wet and sloppy."
I watched a disgusted grimace spread across her face, but she began to kiss my swollen manhood. Her lips moved up and down its length, leaving behind a glimmering trail of her saliva. I was fully erect now, and my cock pointed proudly upward.
"Play with my testicles," I urged, "but be careful. They can be sensitive."
Tentatively, the woman fingered my scrotum gently and began to feel the shape of my balls carefully and slowly. She cupped me in her soft hand and jiggled me a bit.
"Don't forget my penis," I reminded her. "Keep working on it with your lips and try to take more of it inside your mouth, more than just the tip.
"Inside my mouth?"
"That's right. Start sucking on the head. Use your tongue too."
