Using Mal

I finally got Mallory to agree to meet me again. But I wasn't going to appear to be desperate for her; in no way was I going to give her that! She's a submissive; she knows it and I know it. So when she got in my car, all confident and talking a mile a minute to try to cover what she knew was coming, I let her talk. I drove around aimlessly, just smiling and nodding my head as she told me how she and Stacey had been having fun, how Stacey told her she was coming into her own, and about some of the boys she'd sucked off - usually at Stacey's urging. Finally, she ran down.

"Where are we going?" she asked, noticing that I'd driven down the same road twice.

I didn't answer immediately. I could almost see her confidence crumbling. After another minute I said, "we're not going anywhere. You're talking, I'm listening, and you're not paying any attention to my dick." The silence in the car lasted almost a minute before she said, "what do you want me to do?" There it was! I didn't respond verbally; just watched her. She knew my cock would be hard. I could see her eyes going to my pants. In truth, I was only semi-erect. I wasn't sure if I was going to fuck her or just use her mouth. Or if I was going to let her out, and make her call her friend Stacey for a ride home. She fidgeted a little, trying for small talk again. Finally I said, "you know what to do."

It took her about a half-second to respond. Then she scooted over and reached across to put her hand on my cock. She looked at me and I could see her resistance was gone. She was there for one thing. She knew it; she just wasn't sure what she would get out of it. I said, "go ahead, you know what you're here for. Use that mouth for something more than talking." Her fingers were pulling at me, wanting to feel me stretch and grow into the cock she'd enjoyed so many times before. We both knew that Stacey's strap-on was just a piece of latex - there was no warmth, no life to it. She wanted to feel me throb and gush inside her. She unzipped me and reached in to pull me up and out as my dick swelled, thickening in her little hand. When her mouth slipped over the swollen head I put my hand on the back of her head, shoving her down on it. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat and I held her there for a moment. It was going to be hard to drive this way! As I slowed to a stop at a redlight I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off me. She swiveled her eyes to look up at me.

"I changed my mind," I said. "Sit back down." I saw her expression change from lust to disappointment as she slid back into the passenger seat. "Put your seatbelt on." She complied, turning to look out her window, trying to ignore my spit-covered cock, standing at attention. I laughed. "It's okay. I'm going to fuck you. I just need to drive." She didn't reply, but I could see her shoulders straighten a little. As my cock softened, I saw her sneak glances at it. I would rather have remained hard, but I'm not twenty anymore, so as nature took its course I pointed out to her how she'd gotten it hard using only her mouth. "See?" I said, "that's what's so magical about a willing mouth. Stacey can do it too, but I'd rather have your mouth than hers." I reached across and slapped playfully at her hair. "Now, her pussy..." I teased. She laughed, despite herself. "Yeah," she agreed, "I bet you do like that pussy!" She spent the next twenty minutes telling me how much she loved Stacey's pussy; how she liked her sitting on her face and rubbing it all over her, how she enjoyed licking it while she...

"Stop it," I said, "you're making me hard again." It was true; my cock was standing straight up again. I'd seen Stacey using her for her own pleasure a few times, and the images had me throbbing. I had intended just to have Mallory blow me, but now I wanted to fuck her, hard and fast. Her submissive nature and her seemingly innocent love of sex are her most erotic qualities; they made me want to wreck that pussy! We were deep into the powerline by now, and not another soul in sight. I pulled over and shut the car off, then got out and walked quickly around to her side. She opened the door, staring at me. She could see the determination on my face and her mouth opened.

I yanked her by the arm. "Get out," I ordered, and she stood up. It was cold, and she was wearing jeans, boots, and a school sweatshirt over a shirt of some sort. I pushed the sweatshirt and shirt up under her arms, revealing a plain white bra. I leaned in and told her to raise her arms; when she did I pushed the clothes up over her head. I had the bra off in no time, while she wrestled her arms free, then I slapped her tits a couple of times. "Turn around." She spun around and put her hands on top of the car, over the open door. I reached around her and popped the button on her jeans, then without unzipping them, yanked them down over her slim hips. Her panties, a pair of bikini briefs, came partway down with them. Her ass cheeks clenched, holding the panties between them, and I yanked them free and shoved them and her jeans down to her knees. My cock was as hard as it's ever been.

Shoving between her cunt lips, I buried my dick inside her. She was wet and steamy, though her flesh was pale and covered in gooseflesh. She dropped her head below the door level and inside the car, hanging on with both hands as I began to thrust into her. It felt good to use her like that -- just a fleshlight for my cock! I banged into her, raising her onto her toes a few times, and I could hear her grunts as my hips smacked against her bare flesh. I was still fully dressed; just my cock out. I slid my hands up to her tiny tits, grabbing the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and squeezed them as I fucked her. "This sure isn't Stacey's pussy," I told her between thrusts, "but it'll have to do!" She moaned, aroused by my reference to her girlfriend. Shortly after that I came, filling the poor girl's cunt with my load. I don't think she got to cum, but I didn't care. I pulled out and took one wrist, turning her around. "Clean up my cock," I told her, and she immediately bent at the waist and took me in her mouth.

I let her get dressed, then I held her, leaning her back against the car. I kissed her and her mouth opened, welcoming my tongue. After a few minutes of that, I pulled back and looked at her. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, so I pulled her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Can you feel my cum leaking out of you?" I asked, and she nodded. "Leave it there," I told her. "I want your jeans full of my scent when you go see her again." I asked when she was going to see Stacey again, and she told me she didn't know. "Go see her today," I ordered her. "Eat her pussy and then tell her what I did to you." A slow grin spread across her face. "Tell her that her dildo will never be as good as my cock," I said, knowing Stacey would then fuck her even harder. She'd been mad at me for cumming inside her last time, and I hoped that would make her take it out on Mallory. And I bet that Mallory hoped that, too.

When I dropped her off down the street from her house, she seemed energized. "Call her now," I said, and she promised she would. "No cleaning up, now." She shook her head, grinning meekly.

I wished I could have been there when Mallory 'admitted' that she'd been with me again. I would have loved to have seen Stacey's reaction; but more than that, I want to fuck them both again. Together, like I used to; with one of them waiting expectantly while I hammered away in the other. Playing one against the other on the same bed, instead of this stupid game we'd been doing lately, where Stacey's jealousy kept Mallory from submitting to me, except on days like today, when I wore her down. I want to fill that fat pussy with my fat cock, then make Mallory eat my cum out of Stacey's cunt when I bust a nut in her. I might even let Stacey peg me again, just for old time's sake, while I remind her girlfriend how much better a real dick is than a dildo. Maybe...