3 comments/ 14834 views/ 8 favorites Teasing Ben By: Lady_Jess7015 Note: This is my first story to submit to literotica, and the character Ben is not mine, he is the idea of ddwriter, who inspired me to write this. Ben and I have known each other for a short while, we met on a nude beach we both frequented, and I decided that he was good-looking and walked over to introduce myself, being the bold woman that I am. "Hey there big guy. My name is Lily," I said, smiling up at him from my smallish 5'4 stature. Raven-colored locks framed my heart-shaped face and big green eyes stared unabashedly at all his features, as I knew he was looking at mine. Size D breasts and wide hips made me look a bit more heavyset than I actually was, but he found my curves quite enticing. We talked until the sun went down, and after passing around phone numbers, we promised to keep in touch. We talked about a whole lot of nothing most of the time, some serious subjects here and there: politics, religion, views on worldly things and laws. A few times the conversation had turned to my sexuality, but I expertly dodged his questions as to reveal nothing about myself other than I am heterosexual. He became more and more curious and his questions more and more frequent. One day after dancing around his questions (again), I invited him over for dinner and possibly a movie. Since I wasn't much of a cook, I ordered Chinese take-out. We agreed to meet at 7pm. I hopped into the shower at 6, mulling over our past conversations in my head. Maybe I should just tell him, I thought to myself. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Maybe he'll even like it... Dressed in a simple black blouse opened just a little too much and faded jeans that hugged my ass just a little too tightly, I answered the door, my heart pounding. He took my breath away--still as handsome as ever...and he still had the same effect on me. My nipples tightened and thoughts of him strapped to my bed assailed my mind, making it difficult to concentrate. Oh, the wonderful things I could do to this man! We had Chinese take out and some Merlot I had been waiting to open, but never had the occasion to. All while he was eating his Kung Pow Chicken, I was imagining him blindfolded, strapped down, being attacked mercilessly by my feather ticklers, my lips, my tongue...I think my arousal was showing through my actions, because Ben seemed very interested in the way I slurped up my noodles and licked my lips ever so slowly. It seemed his thoughts had turned to where mine had been since he arrived--there was a bulge forming in his pants. I decided to make it worse by nibbling on the end of my chopsticks, absentmindedly sucking them, running them over my lips. A time or two I got up to get something, and "accidentally" dropped my napkin on the floor, bending over right in front of him, my black lace thong peeking over the top of my hip-hugging jeans. Soon after eating, Ben got a serious expression on his face. "Lily, please. Why won't you tell me anything about your sex life? You know I won't judge you. You know I'm your friend. Why do you always dodge my questions?" I blushed a deep shade of pink and thought, well, I might as well tell him. But then a better thought came to me. Why don't I just show him? "Alright, Ben. But you asked for it, remember that. Come with me." Looking a bit confused, he followed me into my bedroom. Here goes nothing, I thought, and opened up the door. Ben took a good look around, puzzled, and asked me, "So, why the big secret? There's nothing in here out of the ordinary." I lifted a finger to silence him, then reached for my nightstand drawer. Inside the deep drawer were all kinds of things. I pulled them out, one by one, laying them out for him to see, narrating what each one was. "Fuzzy handcuffs--classic, under-the-bed ties, feather ticklers, vibrators, books on how to drive men wild, dildos, silk ropes, different kinds of lube..." Ben just stared at the things, dazed. "Wow." was all he managed to say. "Ben, I do wish you would say something else. I've kinda laid myself out there for you." My heart pounded, my mind filling with all the wonderful, terrible things I could do to him with these toys of mine. "Do you, uh, use these on your partner, or are they for yourself?" There was a movement in his pants, the cloth tenting up over his obvious erection. That's the price you pay for such a huge cock, I thought to myself, and then my mind did wonderful things with that cock...brushing it over my warm, wet lips, licking the tip free of precum, pressing on all the sensitive points...my panties started to dampen as I spoke, my voice getting a bit more shaky and aroused. "They are usually for my partner...I'm not into the pain of bondage, more the teasing and torment, waiting for your mistress to give you orgasm. You have to beg for your pleasure. Though I haven't had a partner in a while, most seem to run away scared when they see all this..." I gestured vaguely to the toys laid out on the bed. Ben's erection grew even more, once again astounding me with its size. He tried to press it down discreetly, but there was no hiding his obvious attraction. "Ben? Does that...do these...excite you?" There was a lust burning deep in his eyes that turned me on even more, my panties now on the verge of soaking. He wasn't even trying to hide his erection anymore, he just let it stand proudly, at least as much as it could in those confining pants. He only nodded, and I leaned forward, pressing my breasts together right in front of his face, and purred out, "Would you like a demonstration of how these toys work?" He let out a sigh and murmured "Yes" even as I reached for the silk ropes. "Ok," I told him. "Strip down for me, I'll need you naked for this." He looked at me incredulously, like he couldn't believe what was happening, and didn't move. I pulled him up on his feet and pulled his shirt over his head, quickly reaching for his zipper, eager to free the cock I could feel throbbing underneath. I paused and lowered his zipper slowly, oh so slowly, my sensuous fingers stroking him through the fabric, loving the feel of his hard member under the fabric. I undid the button of his pants and his cock sprang forward, into my waiting hands. "Ben! You bad boy. Not wearing underwear I see. Well, no matter. It's just one less step for me to go through. After I pulled his pants around his ankles, I looked up at him from my kneeling position and smiled wickedly. Quickly I reached for my handcuffs, latching his hands behind his back, so I could touch and fondle and stroke him all I pleased, but he couldn't touch me. He looked at me with a bit of panic in his eyes, and also a fire of lust, burning deep and hot. "This won't hurt," I assured him, stroking him, letting him take in the full view of me on my knees as I took in the full view of his enormous cock. My left hand fondled his balls as my right slid over his shaft with an oh-so-light touch, teasing him with my warm fingers. My lips slid agonizingly slowly over his cock, rubbing against the sensitive tip over and over, bringing him intense pleasure. Taking my time, I continued my oral explorations while he stood there, helpless, his knees threatening to give out under my ministrations. Smiling wickedly, I unlatched the cuffs and ordered him to lay down on the bed. I picked up the silk ropes and tied each limb to each of the four posts securely, spread-eagled, but not too tightly. I paced around the bed, stopping here and there to brush my hands over his inner thighs, to toy with his balls, to lick at him. Bit by bit my clothes came off, first my shirt, then my jeans, all while Ben watched intently. My bra quickly followed, and I tossed it away and jiggled my breasts a bit, loving the freedom my nudity offered. All that was left was my panties, which I stripped off very slowly, watching the hunger in Ben's eyes burn hotter as I wiggled my hips to let the little bit of lace fall to my ankles. I picked it up with my foot, tossing it carelessly onto his chest, letting him inhale the scent of my arousal. My tongue swept slowly over the curve of his ear, and I heard him take a sharp breath and moan a bit. "I've imagined doing this to you for a very long time, Ben." I gently nipped his earlobe. "Ever since I saw you on the beach, I've wanted you. And now, I'm going to make you want me." I slid into bed, next to him, picking up my favorite feather tickler. I ran it over all the sensitive parts of his body, his ribs, his stomach, his inner thighs, his balls. He arched up as much as his bonds would allow, his body begging for more friction, more firmness, but all he could manage were a few moans and whimpers. The feathers brushed over his shaft and he managed to form words. "Lily...please..." "Please what?" I asked, repeating the motion. He only gasped and thrust his hips upward. I pulled away for a moment, letting him wonder where I was. I moved to the foot of the bed, climbing between his legs to firmly grasp his cock at the base. I began to stroke him, watching precum leak from the tip, licking it away every now and again. I could feel he was getting closer to orgasm, feel the cum rise from his balls into his shaft. After another good stroke, I released him, his hips still pumping the air, begging for one more stroke, one more touch. I decided to resume the tease, so I crouched over him, straddling his waist on my knees, as to not apply pressure to his body at all. Reaching over him for my vibrator, my nipple brushed his lips, sending a shock of pleasure through my whole body. "Ooh," I murmured, repeating the action. "Yes, I like that. Go on, Ben, take it into your mouth, I know you want to suck on it." He complied quickly, flicking his tongue over my nipple while I arched against him. Grabbing my vibrator, I quickly rubbed it against my clitoris, feeling my pleasure spiral higher. Soon I was in the throes of an uncontrollable orgasm, crying out and frantically pumping my hips against him. He looked up at me, desperation covering his face as he took in the sight of me at the peak of my pleasure. "Oh, Ben..." I murmured, once I caught my breath. "Poor thing. You probably want to come too, don't you?" He nodded frantically, struggling against his bonds. "Well," I said thoughtfully, "I'm still quite aroused...I bet I could come again." I lowered myself down onto his cock, facing away from him, so he could see my lovely ass as I sank down on his throbbing member. I could feel him struggle against his bonds, reaching for my hips. I loved the way he stretched and filled me. I wasn't able to take all of him, but I took as much as I could. His breathing increased as he pumped his hips, trying to get some friction. I didn't help, just sat there on top of him, letting him move as much as the ropes would allow--which wasn't much. Again the vibrator went against my clit--I had enough stimulation for another orgasm in that toy. I couldn't say the same for poor Ben, who was struggling for friction underneath me. I masturbated myself with the vibrator and his cock, milking him with my inner muscles. He flexed inside me, adding to my pleasure, sending me over the edge again. I quickly began thrusting my hips up and down, trying to extend my pleasure. Much to Ben's dismay, I'm sure, I stopped just before he got his pleasure. I felt him harden even more inside me, signaling his approaching explosion, and after one more thrust, I stopped. He cried out his protest, a mixture of moans and pleas for release. I lifted off of him, giving his cock one final squeeze. "Oh...Lily, please, please, I have to come, I have to, I can't take any more, please!" "Ooh, you're so cute when you beg!" I said, firmly grasping his cock in my hand. "Go on, keep begging." He continued to plead for release as I stroked him, enjoying his desperation thoroughly. Using my two handed technique, one hand on his shaft, one on his balls, I brought him ever closer to orgasm, debating as to whether or not I should actually let him come. His balls contracted; he was close. "Lily...I'm so close. Please let me come, please, please, I need to come, please let me..." To his relief, I finally let him come, stroking him through his orgasm as he spurted all over my hands, his stomach, and his chest. I quickly moved to release him from his silken bonds, not wanting him to become stiff and sore. I handed him a soft cloth to clean himself off with, and after I wiped my hands clean, I cuddled into his chest. His arm went around me possessively, and we slept. Teasing Blonde This is my first erotic story written so please don't be too rough on me. It was the middle of winter in the Toronto and the air chilled to the bone. On the top floor of an old rustic apartment building there was a young man working. His name was Benjamin he was a young writer with dark brown hair and green eyes, he had a somewhat muscular build but he wasn't a massive body builder. He sat quietly at his desk wondering when his girlfriend Sierra was going to come into the room. She was thin short with average sized breasts and long straight blonde hair. He twiddled with his pen rolling it around his fingers slowly as he desperately tried to come up with something to put down on the screen. From the other room he heard a turning of keys and the door slowly opening. He peeked his head out of his bedroom to look at his girlfriend. "How was work lady friend? Did you have a fun time at the school?" She was a college professor currently employed at the University of Toronto where she taught English. She too was a writer but she spent most of her time at the college whereas as he a professor of Philosophy worked less. "It was a real pain in the ass," she responded opening up the refrigerator and looking inside. "Do we have any beer so that I can try and wash down this shit day?" "Not like I'm going to drink that piss water, if you bought some it should be in there." Benjamin said looking back at his work. She was mad it was best not to try and provoke her, some days she could be very powerful considering her short stature. When he turned back Sierra was standing in the doorway wearing a t-shirt, panties and socks. Benjamin raised his eyebrows and smiled. "I guess tonight is my lucky night eh?" He said getting up from his chair and leaning into to kiss Sierra. She stopped him and silently grabbed him by the hand. She yanked him down onto their bed where he lay there smiling. She yanked off his shirt and ordered him to put his hands above his head. Benjamin complied to this and a few seconds later he heard the click, and felt metal around his wrists he was handcuffed to the bed and completely at the mercy of Sierra who smiled and relished this moment. She kissed him on the lips a slow loving kiss, he could feel her tongue go into his mouth past his teeth and their tongues touch and wrapped around like snakes. She kissed his chin next then his neck. He could feel her teeth on his body and it sent shivers up and down his spine. She kissed his chest then got up and lay on his chest smiling wickedly. She removed her shirt slowly and her breasts lay bare in front of Benjamin yet there wasn't a thing he could do about it. She started rubbing her tits slowly. "You know I would really love my breasts being touched," She sighed lying in his lap. She pinched her nipples pulling on them slightly. "Mmm nothing would be better than for you to pinch my nipples Benjamin," She pouted as she sat on his lap. This was her game that she always enjoyed to play on bad days. "Oh it's such a shame you have to be tied up or else think of all the fun we could have." Her words were just doing more to turn him on as he could do nothing but sit there and watch as she pulled and twisted her nipples sighing with pleasure as she did. His cock grew and it didn't take long for her to notice. She could feel the erection against her and she smiled wickedly. She leaned in and kissed him on the check then moved to his ear, her breasts right in his face. "You're a really naughty boy aren't you?" She whispered in his ear reaching and hand back and rubbing the crotch of his pants. "Is this all for me?" she asked seductively. Benjamin nodded his head. "Please fuck me Sierra," Benjamin pleaded. She smiled at him and got off of his body and walked to side of the bed where Benjamin lay. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his ankles smiling at the now visible erection in his pants. She then pulled his underwear down leaving his cock freely lying against his torso. He wasn't that well hung probably about six inches in length but he was wide and very thick. She smiled looking at it. "I bet you want me to suck this don't you?" She said running her nails up and down his thigh. She could see his cock twitching and knew that he was on the verge of breaking. Oh the things he'd do to her if he wasn't bound. Well he wasn't getting a choice in the matter. She thought rubbing his thighs a little closer to his manhood. Then she licked his inner thigh and a shiver ran up and down his body. "Please suck my cock, please," Benjamin moaned. She decided to give him a small gift and licked the length of his cock and looked up at him pouting. "I'm not sure if I should. It's such a dirty thing to do baby. How about we just cuddle?" Sierra pouted. Benjamin couldn't stand it any longer. He had to gain some kind of power back from this mind game. "You're going to suck my cock right now!" he yelled and then fell silent as he realized that the whole floor could probably hear that. Sierra started laughing and grabbed his cock. "Damn baby I didn't know you wanted to let the whole apartment building know what was going on. Great now Mrs. Jennie won't give us anymore of her peach cobbler." Sierra said laughing before she put his dick into her mouth swirling her tongue around his head. She went a little further down and sucked halfway down his dick and then starting bobbing her head up and down into his crotch. Benjamin moaned and turned his head this way and that as he could feel his orgasm swelling up inside of him. She backed off smiling as a drop of pre-cum escaped his dick. She stood up and pulled her panties down to her socks and then pulled them off of her. She sat back down on his lap her wet pussy rubbing against Benjamins cock. He smiled as she began to roll her hips rubbing them against each other. He could feel her getting wetter till he felt some of the liquid flowing on his balls. "Are you ready to get fucked baby?" she said grabbing his cock putting it in her slowly. She moaned as it entered her and started grinding her hips against his. She felt his hard shaft fill up every inch of her and every nerve ending inside her with pleasure. She began to bounce up and down on his dick now sending every inch of Benjamin's dick into heaven as Sierra bounced as fast as she could and then with a scream Benjamin had a startling orgasm followed shortly by Sierra's as she felt his hot cum slathered into her pussy. Its kept flowing and they both kept moaning in pleasure until it subsided and they lay there. Sierra removed his handcuffs and they cuddled all night that night. Teasing Brad "Would you fuck her?" We were stopped at a red light on what is normally a major thoroughfare for our town, but it was a weekday and all the good boys and girls were either working or in school. Guess that says a lot about us. I was looking over the top of my trendy blue reflective sunglasses, watching a blonde walking down the street. All I could see was her back side and I don't get impressed by asses, even if they are hugged in blue jeans. "I dunno," Brad mumbled next to me. He never liked talking about sex or girls with me, and I know why. He thinks I don't, but I do. Brad and I have been friends for years, best friends. He knows more about me then anyone else, and whenever I need to talk to someone I run straight to him. There have been a lot of times when I neglect my boyfriend to spend time with Brad. You could almost say I liked him better, and I don't care if that makes me a bad person, my boyfriend knows how I feel, I don't keep it a secret. But all that time together caused some tension, a static between us so thick that sometimes we have to force ourselves to stay apart to prevent something "bad" from happening. "You wouldn't," I said, looking over at him with a sideways cant of my head so I could still look over my glasses. I love making eye contact with people. Sometimes it makes them squirm for no reason, sometimes it turns on an inner fire. Modern life is so funny like that. But I also knew I looked cute sitting there like that, and I work hard at being all cutesy with Brad. "I might, ya don't know," Brad still wouldn't look at me. In fact he reached over and started to mess with my radio. That's a big no-no in my car. I reached out and grabbed his wrist before he could get to the controls, and it quickly turned into me sliding my hand into his. Now don't get the wrong idea, Brad's not gay, I'm a girl, remember me talking about my boyfriend? I've even got the boobs to prove it. "No touchy my music, and you wouldn't fuck her." "Yeah I would," he said with a sigh as his thumb rubbed the back of my knuckles. He wanted me, I wanted him, but I was spoken for and so far we had been resisting the urge. He knew I was baiting him, I always did, but I think he liked it. "Okay, if you think I wouldn't do her, tell me why I wouldn't?" "Do her", that made me laugh, I couldn't help it. Out of Brad, me and my boyfriend Xander I was the wild one. Imagine that. Xander was already in his thirties, he was ten years old then me, so he was past all the "bad boy" stuff, and Brad was just... Brad was a good guy, from a good home, who was raised with good morals. Me? I was confined all my life, I just turned 21, and it was time to live. "You wouldn't fuck her because I'm going to pop that little man cherry of yours," I was still laughing as I said it. Did I forget to mention that Brad's a twenty something year old virgin? I'm not a whore, but I've had experience with Xander, and my biggest goal in life at the moment was to be Brad's first. I remember one time he told me he liked a girl and I almost went into hysterics, I even threatened that I would hurt her if they started dating. Possessive, me? Very. Brad was blushing now. He always does that. It's so cute, a grown man blushing. "I would to do her." "Fine, if you want her so bad let's go pick her up. Maybe she'll fuck you in the back seat and I can watch." His cheeks were the color of strawberries as I pulled my hand away from his and grabbed the steering wheel. The light was green, had been for a few seconds, but no one was behind me honking so I hadn't moved yet. Now I stomped on the gas, revved the engine, and we both got pulled against our seats as the car kicked into gear. I love driving, I can handle a car like any man I know if not better then some. I roared down the street, Brad protesting beside me because he knew what was coming. I didn't make idle threats. Once I was clear of the intersection I swung into the right hand lane and spun the car around in the middle of the street, tires screeching before I evened out and was facing the direction I'd just come from. The blonde was looking at us, and I was wearing a shark's grin. When I stepped on the gas I was more calm, my Jeep responding with a small skip of pavement. I love being in a big car, just like a man uses it for his manly status symbol, I like it to prove that I know how to handle big things. The light was changing to yellow when I approached again, but I sped through it. There weren't any cops in sight so I figured it was safe. The woman was getting closer, closer, and I couldn't help but fight not to laugh. She was one of those women in a mid-life crisis that didn't want to admit she was getting wrinkles, her boobs were sagging, and it was time to stop acting like she was my age. Her skin tight jeans and baby pink belly tee with a glittering rose couldn't hide the thinning hair with the bad bleach job, the tacky make-up that not even I would wear, or the age on her face. "Looks like you'll be having a hot date tonight! She looks ready to keel over any second." I laughed as I started to slow the car down. There's no way in hell I would stop, not for that woman. Now if she'd been younger, cuter.. Maybe. "Oh my God, no, keep driving!" He was sinking down in his seat, he didn't want her to see him. "I've heard that older ladies give better head. I'll offer her twenty bucks to blow you, then I'll blow you and see who you like better." The car continued to slow as I tapped the brakes, I was loving this. "Ooooh, you're such a bitch." He couldn't get any lower, or any redder if he tried. I liked it when he called me a bitch. I honked the horn and used the controls to lower the passenger side window, for effect and to see what Brad would do about it. He grabbed my hand and he was suddenly pale. "Why do you harass me like this? You know it upsets me." Now there went all my fun. The woman was looking at me expectantly as I slowly rolled up, so I leaned over Brad, unintentionally giving him a face full of cleavage and yelled out, "Sorry, thought you were someone else!" before speeding on. Yeah, so I can't be mean to strangers. At the next chance I pulled into parking lot and stopped the car, twisting in my seat to look at Brad. "I was just teasing, you know that." I thought I'd hurt his feelings. "Yeah, I know," he smirked as he straightened up in his seat. The bastard was faking me out! "Why you!" I giggled as I reached over and acted like I was going to punch him in the arm, but before I could make contact he grabbed my hand and yanked me forward. I was forced into an awkward position, and was glad I wasn't wearing a seat belt. I was suddenly half laying on him, and over the middle console of my Jeep Liberty SUV. It was a nice place to be, though. His lap had a lump in it and I couldn't help myself. "Somebody's happy to see me today." I reached out and grabbed him, not to hurt him but for a little squeeze. "Don't do that!" He said after a gasp of air. He tried to push my hand away, but let's just say the struggle wasn't a heartfelt one. "Mmmm," he was quiet when he moaned, and I swear I felt him thrust his hips forward, into my hand. Oh, have you started wondering who I am yet? I sure hope so, because if I have my way about it, you're going to get to know me, and I love sharing details. My name is Elaine, we already established I'm 21. I'm a tall girl, something close to six feet, and I'm a little on the heavy side. Not fat, but chubby in that cute baby fat way, and I don't mind one damn bit. I tend towards a party girl, but my dress style is like a dark punk/goth thing, always individual. My hair is below my shoulders, in long wavy layers, and dyed black, but it looks good, not that crappy home-dye job shit, if I let it grow out it would be light brown, but I'm a black hair kinda girl. My eyes are dark green, and I've got that dead flat surface look in them, life helped with that but it took a lot of practice too. About the only time I don't feel myself wearing a blank expression is when I'm with either Xander or Brad, they're the only people that can really make me smile. I just started exploring the world and subculture of body mods, so I have several earrings and my tongue pierced, but nothing else yet. I'm taking my time so I don't do anything I'll regret later. So far I've loved every minute of having my tongue pierced. I have an overactive libido, I can out last guy I've ever known and after hours of sex and stimulation I'm still begging for more. I can't think of any reason why someone wouldn't want me, but Xander and Brad were the lucky winners of my heart. It was painful having the gear stick jamming into my side, but this was more interesting then any pain I could have been feeling. This wasn't the first time I'd touched him or heard him moan, but we were committing a forbidden act and it turned me on. My nipples were getting hard against my cute Happy Bunny shirt. I wanted to rip Brad's pants off right then and there, use my mouth and get him to cum. I think he wanted me to do it as bad as I wanted to do it. "We can't do this," I heard him say, and I knew he was right. But I couldn't help it, I continued to rub his crotch as I kind of sat up and looked at him, having to roll my eyes up to look at him. I did my best innocent pout as I looked at him, running my tongue along my lips because my mouth was suddenly dry. "We can do anything we want, we just have to be good at keeping secrets, I know I can handle it, can you?" At first he nodded his head, which was now resting back against the raised headrest, then he shook it. "Xander will find out, he'll kill me." When he said my boyfriend's name I gave him a squeeze that made him wince. "He won't find out. Move your hips forward a little." Brad didn't argue with me, he did was I told him to do. I was working at unbuttoning his pants while he was talking. "He's my friend--" "You guys don't talk that much." "--he's your boyfriend--" "He's to old, he neglects me, he knows I need someone younger and able to keep up with me." "--you love him--" "But I love you too." "--he loves you--" "Still neglects me, you know that." "--he can never find out--" "Trust me, he won't." "--we're in public-- "No one's around." "--someone might see--" "They'll enjoy the show." We'd had similar arguments before, but this was the furthest we'd ever gotten. His pants were unbuttoned, and unzipped. I reached inside his pants and rubbed him through his underwear. Tidy whities, why wasn't I surprised? It just seemed to fit the good-boy image Brad carried with him. I could feel his semi-erect penis in better detail without the khaki's in the way and it made me shudder. I'm one of those rare, and VERY lucky girls that gets excited by giving blow jobs. There are some days when I would rather suck on a big meaty cock and finger myself then have actual sex. Maybe I just hadn't been with the right guy yet, but that was my idea of fun. "God Elaine..." Brad sighed as I found my way inside his underwear and found his hardening member. I grinned at him, even though he couldn't see it, his eyes were closed. Poor baby was in for a world of pleasures if me stroking him got him that worked up. "You ain't felt nothing yet, baby," I said to him, then added, "Raise your hips up for me. That's great." With him lifting himself I was able to pull his pants and undies down and give myself access to his crotch. "Sit right on the edge of the seat, perfect, just like that. Damn Brad, I didn't know you were that big." I said while I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, separating it from the balls and rubbing my other fingers against the shaft. He wasn't the biggest man in the world, maybe six inches now that he was fully erect, but to me it was beautiful. A lot of woman are to over obsessed with a three foot schlong, but I'd rather have a guy that can get into a great b.j. and knows how to work his body then one that just slaps out his dick and expects a woman to fall to her knees and do all the work. "Shut up," Brad said with a half laugh. He felt like he was to small, victim to all those bitches out there. I would show him that I could worship a cock no matter what size it was. I leaned down, sucking in my stomach so I wouldn't be hurting myself on all the little gizmos that made my Jeep run, but there was a little space I could fit into comfortably between the seats. My hair fell around my face as I brought my mouth down to his crotch. Before I even did anything I blew on his head, just to feel him squirm. He'd never had anyone touch him like this before, and I intended to enjoy every second of giving him his first blow job. After a few breaths I touched the tip of my tongue to the top of his head, prodding at his urethra gently. One of his hands found the back of my head and he stroked along my scalp like I was some beloved lap dog. That was great for me, it got me a little more excited, I love having my hair played with. When I knew he was getting into it, when I knew he needed more, I rolled my tongue in a slow, lazy circle around the entire head of his cock, not forgetting a single part of the fleshy helmet. I made a soft sound while I did it, to engage him, and he answered me back with a little moan of his own. I love it when I can make a guy moan. Most of them seem to think it's not macho, but I adore a man who's comfortable being loud when he's enjoying himself. They expect us to scream for them, well I like them to scream for me. "Do you like that?" Did I mention that I'm an evil tease? Now that his head was wet with my saliva I blew on it, letting the moisture cool down on his warm flesh. He grunted, probably because he wanted me to get on with it, but he would have to wait and let me do it on my own terms. "You know I do." "How much do you like it?" "A lot." "But how much?" "So much I want you to shut up and keep going." I giggled and rewarded his response by opening my mouth and dropping my head down, going about half way down his length before I closed my lips around his engorged shaft, my tongue wiggling all over the underside of his length. The movement surprised him, his fingers curling and clutching at my hair, which made me moan around him as I slowly, slowly lifted my head up until I felt the expanding folds of his head. I was still purring as I twisted my head from side to side, letting my lips swirls over him and my tongue massage the tip of him while giving bobs of my head that took my lips down maybe an inch. I could go like this for a long time, not really caring about what the guy wanted. Sucking dick just does something to me. I was squirming about as much as Brad by now, and I could feel a moisture growing between my legs. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but in the tight spaces I just didn't have maneuvering space to do it. That meant that when we got home Xander would get a little unexpected present whether he liked it or not. "Oh my God Elaine..." Brad was sighing, and I like the way it made my name sound. I rewarded him again by dropping my mouth down rapidly, bobbing from the head to midshaft, my tongue constantly in motion, letting my tongue ring move back and forth over the thick veins under his shaft. The parts of him that weren't involved with my mouth were getting massaged by my hand, something that most girls just forget to do or don't know to do. I didn't leave a single inch of his erection unnoticed. I suddenly took my lips off him, I just couldn't help it. "How good did that feel?" "Noooo..." "No what?" "Don't do this to me...." "What am I doing?" I was being innocent again. "Teasing me..." "Am I teasing you? I didn't mean to." "Yes you did." I liked his shaft. "Yeah, I guess I did. What do you want me to do?" "Suck it." I did as he asked, but in my own way. I attached my lips around the head and started sucking like I was trying to draw up a thick, creamy vanilla milkshake, not to far from the truth. But I'm not inexperienced, I know what I'm doing. I moved my head from side to side, up and down, so my lips were constantly moving off and on the folds of his helmet, something I'm told feels amazingly good. I love head stimulation, and I was purring again, thrusting my ass up into the air as if I was getting pounded from behind. It wasn't fair that I couldn't do something with myself right now, I needed my clit stimulated, my fingers buried in my pussy. "Oh God!" Brad exclaimed as I worked on him, then I felt him push on the back of my head, so I complied and started moving my mouth up and down, engulfing his shaft with my mouth over and over again, going so deeply that I could feel my hand and had to take several fingers off him just so my lips could have the room they needed. "Yeah, yeah, just like that." But I'm a bitch, so I lifted my head, with an audible 'pop' sound as the suction between my mouth and his dick was broken. "You don't expect me to deep throat you on our first date, do you?" "Bitch..." I laughed and again I was at him, but I wouldn't deep throat him, even if he wanted it, I had to save some little thrill for the next time we were together. I concentrated more on the head, sucking so hard I could feel my teeth scraping the inside of my mouth, but my tongue was there too, and I know how to work my piercing. I was prodding at that vein again, stroking with three fingers around his shaft, and I could feel him tensing up. He was trying to buck his hips up to meet my mouth, trying to force himself into my mouth, but each time he came up I went up too, he wouldn't have his way, this was my time to have fun. With my other hand I reached under him and cupped his scrotum sac. He was tense, I knew he wouldn't be holding on much longer. I was actually surprised he hadn't shot off into my mouth already, this being his first time and all. But he was close. I squeezed his sac with an expert touch, clinching my fingers around his shaft at the same time as I returned to head stimulation. Brad was groaning, trying to hold himself back like most guys do. To bad men can't keep cumming the way I can, or else they would just let if go, knowing the next one would come soon after. I knew Brad was hurting, I could hear it in his breathing, so I kicked up my attention a notch. I didn't just want him to cum for me, I needed him to cum. I needed to taste his salty fluids, I needed to hear him orgasm for me, nothing was going to make me happier. Normally I would have slowed it down, extended his frustration... But not with Brad. With Brad I went faster, faster, purring louder to vibrate my tongue and let him know it was all right for him to give in to me. And he did. I felt his body relax from the tension right before I felt the first spurt, a small geyser that gave me the taste of him. The second was more powerful, shooting up with a force, followed by two more geysers. I eagerly swallowed him down, ignoring the taste which wasn't exactly good. I took my mouth off him, rubbing my tongue over my teeth and lips, watching as I coaxed more of the creamy jizzum from him, the cum pooling on my fingers. I leaned down and licked up a droplet from the head, then sat up, on my knees in the seat facing him. He looked so... satisfied. His eyes were open now, and he was staring at the top of the Jeep, his mouth slack and his chest heaving as he panted. I loved looking at a man after he's just been satisfied. I guess you could say I'm a bit of a submissive personality when it comes to sexual things, I like to please more then I like to take, most of the time anyway. "That feel good?" "Uh huh." "How good?" "Real good." "Why?" "Well duh." He grunted and looked at me, eyes going wide behind his glasses. I love a guy in glasses, they look so cute. He was surprised because I was sitting there licking his cum off my fingers, sucking on the ones that had it around the fingernail. It might not taste the best in the world, but there's no point in wasting it. It's meant for the female to consume, and I was busy doing that. All guys like that, seeing the woman enjoy their natural little gift, no matter what they claim.