“Let’s keep going. Walk to my car. I believe I owe you some fangirl service.”
And Richard’s heart leapt at the idea that he was about to get lucky with Ashley.
Richard and Ashley in fact walked back almost to the soccer field, where Richard found out Ashley had indeed parked her car in a quiet corner of a residential street. Ashley’s metallic blue luxury European convertible had its roof on this time. And he realized, if they were going to get intimate inside Ashley’s car like they had exactly a week ago, roof on was better suited to a city street. Indeed, after unlocking her car with the key fob, Ashley put on her Crowned Empress persona, though a bit more playfully than last time, when she told her brother.
“Get in the passenger side and sit down. Arms by your side.”
And proceeded to straddle him when he did, closing the door behind them.
Then the two lovers started making out again. This time with so much passion it felt like they were going to suck the soul out of one another. But no sooner Richard lifted his arms from his sides to embrace Ashley, unable to resist the temptation to do so, that she snapped at him.
“Arms by your sides! I did not say you can touch me!”
And though the authoritarian command excited Richard further, he began to fear he was heading for another of Ashley’s ultimate denials. Then he thought, that even so, he would not give up whatever she was willing to offer him. And meekly let his arms fall down by his side again.
Ashley smiled at that. She liked that Richard was making the conscious decision to accept her lead. Her command. Her ultimate humiliation and denial even, if that is what she wanted. Though this time she intended to give Richard what he wanted. Though she would not let him know that. And no sooner had her bastard half-brother put his arms back to his side, that she surprised him for the second time in three days, with a pair of zip cuffs that secured his hands to the sides of the passenger car seat. Then she literally bit the look of resigned surprise out of his face, which made Richard whimper and groan. Ashley loved how enchanted Richard had become with her in just a meet and three dates.
But Ashley was just getting started. She let go of Richard’s bite marked lips, and stared straight into his eyes as she reached for his belt and fly, like she had done nine days ago, and released his manhood from his clothes, as she pushed his clothes down to his ankles. Richard just whimpered and moaned some more, as nothing more this putty in this assertive Princess’, or rather Empress’, hands. Then, also like she had done at the live music bar, Ashley began to rub the crotch of her own jeans against Richard’s exposed, and now increasingly abrased and abused, manhood, as it strained impotent to penetrate her, and she asked him.
“Do you like me, Richard?”
“Yes, Ashley, I do.”
“Do you desire me?”
She asked further, as she sexually teased her bastard brother to the edge of madness.
“Yes, Ashley, I do.”
“What do you like best?”
She asked yet further, as she continued sliding Richard’s member up and down the crotch of her jeans.
“I do not even know where to start. You are beautiful. And smart. And mysterious. And both dangerous and safe. And I know that makes no sense., but that is how I feel. And you are special and you make me feel special.”
Managed to breathe out Richard between moans of pleasure as his secret half-sister all but jeans-crotch jobbed him. But she kept a lid on the stimulation so he never would actually cum. Ashley then replied.
“That is all very sweet, and romantic. But what about my body?”
As she continued jeans humping Richard.
“I love it all. Your waist and hips. Your Princess breasts. Your fair hair and amber eyes. In fact, I really love when you wear your hair like that. That fancy hairdo, that makes you look like a princess. Or like a bride.”
And he had to let out another moan. Even more than he had to catch his breath. Ashley was driving him crazy like that.
“So you like my hair like this? Do you want me to wear it like this more often for you? I can do that.”
And Richard could not believe his ears. He had never asked a girl to wear anything for him before. No hairdo or makeup. No shoes or dress. Nothing like that. But now this gorgeous femme fatale type Princess was offering! In any case, between his continued moans, which were beginning to sound increasingly pained as Ashley teased him to madness, he managed to get out.
“Yes, and I would love that.”
And Ashley replied as she continued to rub her brother.
“It is called a half-up half-down. And I would gladly let you enjoy me more like this, if you wear something for me too. Would you do that, Richard.?”
And Richard, deep in a corner of his mind, knew he should have asked what. But he was too aroused, too intensely edged by Ashley to manage to articulate that question. So the only word that came out was.
“Yes.”
And Ashley smiled at that, and gave him another deep, long French kiss, to make sure no further words came out of her bastard brother. Then she did add.
“That makes me happy.”
And proceeded to pull back from Richard a bit. Proceeded to lose her own shoes, jeans and panties. And came back to tease Richard’s manhood with her womanhood, without letting her brother in, which caused him to grunt like a beast in utter despair. Then Ashley told Richard.
“Show me how much you want me first.”
And proceeded to push the recline button of her car’s passenger seat, till her brother was almost lying horizontal on it. Then she climbed his torso, her thighs straddling him at every step, till she reached and fully mounted his face, and proceeded to tell her bastard half-brother.
“Kiss me, Richard.”
Richard was euphoric by then. He had gone down on a girl before. But no girl had straddled his face, sat on his face, like that. And no girl he had ever been with was of Ashley’s caliber. So instantaneously, the experience was overwhelming. His face was trapped between the exquisite Princess’ crotch and thighs, and it was divine. Intoxicating, yet divine. And his instincts took over, and he began to kiss Ashley’s flower, lick it, suck it, worship it really, with abandon. And he loved the touch of her soft petals, as much as the scent and taste of her nectar, as much as the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her mouth somewhere unseen but riding above him. And Richard wished his hands were free, so her could hold onto the Goddess above him. But, alas, Ashley still had them bound to his sides.
Ashley meanwhile was intensely enjoying the bastard’s devotion. She was enjoying the sexual sensations just as much as the idea of him, still ignorant of their relationship, wrapped around her little finger venerating her like she was the most precious thing he had ever and would ever meet. He was a good lover. And he seemed more than willing to bend to her will, if that is all she allowed him. Good. She wanted him completely bent to her will. And Richard’s tongue between her nether lips brought her to an orgasm that had her emitting a soft muted moan.
“Ummm!”
Before she un-straddled her bastard’s brother face, and proceeded to climb back down his torso, her thighs still spread around him. When she got back down to straddling his pelvis and hips, she looked at his face. And loved the sight of his glazed eyes peeking out from between his cheeks, glistening with her juices. Then she took hold of his manhood with her hand, and this time guided it inside her for real, not for tease. Which made them both moan in pleasure.
“Oh!”
“Ah!.”
Then their eyes latched together, and putting her hands on the still lying Richard’s chest, Ashley began to ride her brother, his manhood inside her, for the second time in their incestuous affaire.
Richard loved Ashley’s fucking. They way she circled him, and ground into him. And like the first time, he though her vagina felt divine. The perfect temperature, humidity and pressure to take him to heaven. She even clenched and unclenched it seemingly at will, which only heightened his pleasure. Which was good, because also like the first time, Ashley seemed unable to resist painfully tearing into his chest and arms with her nails a bit. And this time, with his hands bound, he was unable to do anything about it even if he wanted to. He briefly recalled last time Ashley had pulled away before he had found satisfaction, and the fear of that repeating somehow only heightened his arousal. And yet, so far, there was no indication she intended to do that this time. So Richard simply got more and more lost in the pleasure of Ashley, and the wonder that she would have deemed him worthy of her attention, of her favor.
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