Once A Week

Something changes in his eyes. He smiles and it's one that doesnt show his teeth, while the skin around his eyes crinkle. The left side crinkles different, and that's how she knows. It's the cue for her that small talk is over. As soon as that happens, her stomach lurches.

It's happened every time.

The first time, he leaned in with one hand going to her neck and the other going between her legs. She had been instructed not to wear panties, and to wear a dress. So that's what she did. When he'd asked and she had confirmed, his 'good girl' text was all she needed to get wet.

Here, in his car, she was soaked. Her wetness slicked the tops of her thighs. His fingers dipped between her lips and slid inside her quickly. His other hand gripped her throat as he kissed her, his tongue dipping into her mouth at the same rhythm his fingers dipped into her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, her hand grasping his muscular forearm as he fucked her with his fingers.

His thumb found her clit, and she gasped. And came. And again. And again. And again. She tore her mouth from his, her eyes blazing gold in the sunlight. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to her mouth, and she sucked them greedily, her tongue running between them. Cleaning herself off him. She watched him watch her. He kissed her once, tongue delving again as he tasted her. She wondered then what his tongue would feel like on her other lips.

He drew back, unfastening his pants and leaned his seat back. His cock sprang free and he reached and grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck, and it almost asked the question.

She leaned down and took him into her mouth, one hand wrapping around his girth at the base. She laved her tongue around as much as she could reach as she sucked. He was bigger than she was used to, and the angle she couldnt get him as deep as she'd like.

The console bit into her knee as she adjusted, and he reached with one hand and slapped her ass and grabbed it, then slid his hand up under her dress, his fingers dipping into her pussy again.

She got him deeper, sucked harder, and used her hand to stroke the bottom portion, and was met with his grunts, and words through gritted teeth.

"Oh fuck. Suck that cock... Jesus. Goddamn."

It didnt take long.

"I'm going to cum. Do you want it?"

Her answer was to shove her mouth farther, and he groaned as he came, his cum splattering into her mouth. She pulled back a little too far and missed a drop as she was swallowing his load.

He found a napkin and wiped it off, then pulled his pants back up. His face was almost incredulous. She sat back in her seat and wiped her mouth with her fingers, smirking. He glanced over at her and said "Yeah. Theres some talent there. I think you just sucked my soul out through my cock."

Later he texted her. 'That was very good. Next time, get every drop little girl.'

Oh. She would.

"Is it on?"

The three small words was all it took to make her stomach jump and heat to flood between her legs. She had purchased a wireless toy, so that was her new uniform. In favor of the toy, she had to start wearing panties. Once she got wet, it didnt stay in place.

Each week when she went to meet him, she wore the toy. Each week, he texted to make sure it was on so he could begin the torture via bluetooth.

She'd casually get into his car, knees shaking, and he'd smile and start talking about his day. She followed the conversation, contributing all the while cumming and soaking through her panties.

When small talk was over, he'd reach over and rub her thigh, his thumb stroking, pushing her skirt up higher.

Her breath caught, and he turned in his seat, one hand pushing between her legs, the other coming up to grab her throat. She swallowed hard, whimpering as he pushed his fingers against the toy, pressing it against her.

His fingers curled into her neck, squeezing enough to let her know he had the power. He brought his mouth to hers, tongue delving as he pushed harder against the toy.

She moaned into his mouth, reaching over to stroke his cock through his pants. Now it was his turn to moan. He pulled back, his hand dipping into the top of her dress. She didnt wear a bra, so his fingers easily found her nipples that were already hard and he pinched them in turn, tugging as he withdrew his hand.

He unfastened his pants and even as his cock sprang free she reached and circled the base, her mouth engulfing him before he had his pants pushed down.

"Mmm, someones hungry." His hand gathered her hair in a ponytail at the nape of her neck and he groaned.

Taking him as deep as possible, feeling the head hit the back of her throat, she moved around a little to get a better angle, swallowing against him.

His hips began to thrust slightly and she moaned, asking for more.

"You want me to fuck your mouth?"

Her answer was to move her hand and take him deeper.

He grabbed the back of her head with both hands as he pumped his hips, thrusting his cock into her throat. He slowed, letting her catch her breath, but she didnt want to breath, she wanted him in her mouth, her throat, she wanted him controlling her, controlling if she even got to breathe. She wanted him to cum, to know that she did that. That he was cumming for her. She wanted to feel him pulse, wanted to feel the liquid heat of his cum splashing the inside of her mouth. Wanted to taste him. Wanted to leave him and go on about her day, the world being none the wiser to the fact she was dripping wet. To the fact she just got face fucked in a deserted parking lot, that her belly was full of cum.

He increased his pace again, and it wasnt long before she was tasting him on her tongue. He released his grip on her head and she slid her mouth halfway up his cock, her hand stroking the base as he finished. Once she was sure he was done, she slid the rest of the way up, her lips circling the head, then took one last dip, taking him full length before sliding up and off him, swallowing as she reached the tip.

Sometimes she wondered who was truly in charge.