She seemed uncertain. I got the feeling she wanted to be given a command, something she could do to make me happy, to prove herself, to “earn” my dick, as I’d put it.
“There is one thing you can do for me though…” I started.
Her face lit up. I was right.
“Learn how to give a decent blow job. That was pathetic tonight.” I said, with a touch of disgust in my voice.
Her face fell, but she didn’t reply right away.
“I will.” she said, “I’ll practice, I promise.”
“Good.” I said.
She didn’t leave. It still seemed like she was waiting for something.
“Thank you, for this. Thanks.” she said.
“Was that really your first ever orgasm?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Yes, definitely.”
I laughed softly.
She hadn’t seemed sure about it before, but now she knew. Whatever faint shadows of pleasure she’d experienced alone, or with her boyfriend, weren’t even close to the real thing. What she’d felt tonight as she humped my huge cock, that was what an orgasm felt like.
“Well, you’re welcome. Now get the fuck out so I can sleep.” I said.
She nodded once. As she turned to leave, I noticed the fading pink marks on her ass that my fingers had made when I grabbed it. She left, closing the door gently behind her.
I lay back and thought about what had just happened. I hadn’t really planned how that had gone. My only real goal had been to make her beg to suck my cock, and that had gone very well. When it came to it, right after that, I knew I could have fucked her. I could have pounded her until she screamed. But I didn’t want to.
I mean, I wanted to, obviously, but on some level it just didn’t feel right. There had to be…more.
I wanted to see her even more degraded. I’d seen her beg, but I wanted to see how desperate she could really get.
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