“Would you like to see more?”
“Yes,” he admitted.
She repeated the finger bending, but this time further back and longer. Beads of sweat started forming on his brow. He ignored the pain. She let go and undid the last two buttons of her blouse. She pulled her blouse open. Daniel’s penis was unabashedly throbbing in his pants.
“Let’s see what you’ll do to see my breasts. You do want to see them, don’t you?”
“You know I do.”
“I do. But it gives me pleasure to hear you say it.”
This time Daniel offered his hand without being asked. Briana bent his finger back, this time bringing him to his knees. He was panting heavily before she released it.
She looked down and watched his eyes as she released the front clasp of her bra. The cups fell aside, and her bare breasts were exposed. She felt a wetness between her legs as she witnessed his lustful stare.
Daniel realized the pants of his $1,000 suit were resting on the broken asphalt of the alley. Loose stones were digging into his knees.
She bent over so her breasts hung heavily oh so close to his face. If he had stuck out his tongue he could have licked them. He suppressed the impulse.
“Wanting me is better than having me,” she said to his disbelieving ears. “Do you believe me?”
Is this a trick question?
“No,” said Daniel, thinking that would be the end of it.
Briana laughed. “Of course you don’t. But men always think with their penis. Yours is telling me something different. Let me see it. Now.”
Did I hear her right? Here? Outside in a public alley?
“Now?” he asked.
“Could I have been clearer?”
Daniel was a respected middle-aged businessman wearing an expensive suit, not a pervert wearing a trench coat and no pants. Yet he was kneeling in a semi-public place and considering taking his penis out for a woman he’d just met.
This is the moment of truth. Once he does this he’s mine.
Daniel looked around, then slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, lowering his boxer shorts and freeing his burgeoning erection. Briana squeezed her thighs together, relishing her new prize.
Daniel looked up at her with puppy dog eyes. She rolled one of her erect nipples between her fingers.
“Jack off into your hand.”
Daniel knew better than to ask her a question. He had already taken the first step down a long dark and untraveled road. Would he dare take another? His listened to his penis’s cry for relief. His right hand grasped his pulsing shaft and started to stroke it. Briana reached under her skirt and started to finger her sopping wet cunt.
Daniel’s eyes went between Briana’s breasts and the motion under her skirt as he jacked off, feeling the rawest of emotions – – lust and want swirled together in a heady cocktail. His hand moved faster as he watched her play with herself under her skirt. Even though he couldn’t see her pussy, the thought of her fingers with perfectly manicured bright red nails moving through her slick golden blonde pubic hairs was enough to inflame his desire to dizzying heights.
He couldn’t hold off the orgasm bubbling up between his legs so he let go, closing his eyes, and letting his cum spurt out into his outstretched palm. It was the most powerful orgasm of his life and left him gasping and wheezing to draw a breath.
Briana too was feeding off Daniel’s energy. She wanted to cum with him, and as his cock erupted she too felt a highly charged climax that reduced her knees to rubber. She put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself.
Briana savored the moment and the victory.
Then she demanded a show of fealty.
“Lick it up.”
Daniel was still panting hard and his ability to resist her had evaporated into the cool night air. He regarded the puddle of cum in his palm before he willingly lapped it up.
It was his first taste of submission.
It was delicious.
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