The Wolf with the Red Roses

Relief fills me. I smile. Except now I'm smiling up at him as he rinses himself off. "I'd like that," I say.

He smiles, kisses me again, my lips this time. "Rinse off, we need to leave in fifteen minutes. You dry yourself and get dressed and we'll head off." He doesn't push me to decide, he's in no hurry for me to make a decision. I like that.

I brush my teeth in his bathroom with his toothbrush. Brushing my teeth, I think about what he's done to me. Last night. Just now. Fucking me. Hurting me. What he likes doing to my nipples? His finger in my butt just now while he was taking me? That was exciting too. The memory brings a flooding wetness to me yet again. How does he do this to me? So that just thinking about him excites me? How he makes love to me, the way he takes me? I want that again. I like what he's done to me. The other stuff. What he wants to do to me? My butt? Spanking me? I shiver. God, how can just thinking about it get me so excited?

But it does. I'm scared, but I want to give him what he wants from me. He'll buy me a car. Pay for me through college. Give me an allowance. It's like he's making me his mistress or something. But he's said no ties, I'd be free to go whenever I wanted. He wants to use me. He'll be my sugar daddy. I can't believe I'm seriously thinking about this.

But hey, if I was doing this with, say, Craig, he'd be using me. There might be a pretense of love, but it'd be teenage love, puppy love, fleeting, ephemeral, in love this month, over the next. All I'd get would be a few dates, some affection, maybe, coz we all know what guys like Craig and Harry are like. Shallow and callow. I'd heard Craig with Lulu last night. Wham bam, virginity gone and all she got was an "I love you."

Who knows how long they'll last? I mean, Craig and I, we'd lasted a couple of months. Craig and Lulu? Probably only a few months and what would Lulu get apart from being fucked. Nothing much. Andrew? I know what I'm getting with Andrew. A man who knows what he wants and whose willing to look after me. I think he might know what I want better than I do. I still can't make up my mind for sure though. I really do need to think while I'm not so worked up.

I walk to the guest bedroom where I slip on my panties, bra, my shirt, my skirt. At the last minute I peel my panties off again and drop them in my bag. Look at my bag and giggle. Those panties must be feeling like a yo-yo, they just keep being taken off. Fifteen minutes later I'm sitting in the passenger seat of Andrew's car. We're driving away from his house.

I look at him. He's glancing at me. Is he thinking about last night? About what we just did? About me. About what he wants from me? Suddenly, I've made up my mind without any more conscious thought. I'm going to say yes to him. He did say I could change my mind anytime. What am I risking? The way I feel about him right now, I'm going to let him fuck me whenever he wants anyhow. I may as well get something for it. I reach over, take his hand off the shift, place it on my leg, just above my knee. He smiles. His hand strokes my leg. I close my eyes for a moment, shivering with sudden excitement.

Looking at him, I smile. "What you want from me. What you said before. Your offer."

"Mmmmm?" He's smiling too. His hand is almost under my skirt.

"What car will you buy me?" I don't really care. I just want to know.

He glances at me. Smiles. "What cars do you like?"

I have no idea. Maybe something I can sell easily and get a decent amount of money for if I change my mind. I wonder how much he's willing to spend on me. My face is burning now. I feel like I'm selling myself to him. Well, I guess I am, really. Isn't that what you're doing with a sugar daddy?

"I don't know, I've never thought about it," I say. "I don't know anything about cars."

"Would you like me to pick for you?" he says.

"Yes," I say. "And your first question, the one I was thinking about. I've thought and that's a yes too." I part my knees, making room for his hand.

"That's it? Yes?" He looks surprised. His hand his high on my inner thigh.

I keep looking at him. Keep smiling. He hasn't discovered I'm not wearing any panties yet.

"Yes," I say. "That's it." My heart is choking me. My cheeks flame. "You can have me. Whatever you want. Everything. Like you said. About the list. We can go through that together this weekend can't we?" My mouth is dry. I'm committing myself here.

"Yes," he says. His hand strokes up my inner thigh. I'm breathing hard, limp in my seat, my knees spread wide now. There's a wet patch under me where I'm sitting. His fingers brush my sex, finds me bare, tease me so that I moan.

"Oh, you're very good, Regan." His smile grows. His eyes are sparkling. "That's very good."

"Is it?" I gasp.

"Show me," he says. "Pull your skirt up."

I look at him. My hands take the hem of my skirt. I ease it upwards, bunching it around my waist, exposing myself to him. My face flames. This isn't like earlier on his bed. This is me showing myself too him in a car while we're driving. This is so embarrassing. It's so exciting.

Andrew pulls the car off the road. Drives us into the back of a strip mall. He parks. There's nobody in sight. No other cars. Just us. "Put your right foot up on the seat," he says.

I do. I'm so exposed. He's looking at me there. Just looking at me.

"Look at yourself, Regan," he says. "You've got such a pretty little cunt."

I look. See myself. My sparse black hair is fluffy but there's not much of it, I can see my pussy clearly. Swollen pink lips, full and puffy and glistening, slightly parted. My clitoris, protruding slightly. My inner thighs are wet. The leather I sit on is damp.

"Use your fingers to open yourself," Andrew says.

I tuck my skirt up, use my fingertips to touch myself. I'm so slippery, so sensitive. I shiver at my own touch, bite my bottom lip. Part myself. I can see my entrance, see my inner lips, reddish-pink. This is where Andrew's cock was last night. Entering me there. It seems impossible that his large cock could penetrate such a small opening. But I know it did.

"Oooohhhh." I can't stop the small noise I make when I look up, see Andrew looked at me there too.

"So delicate," Andrew says. "So beautiful." He smiles at me. "You're mine, Regan Wong."

I look at him, breathing hard. I'm his. I've told him that. I've agreed and now I'm his. He can use me. Any way he wants me. That's what I've agreed too. I meant it when I said it. Now, I'm not sure what he's going to do. I'm scared, just a little. "Yes," I say.

"Suck my cock," he says, pushing his seat back. Nothing else. He waits.

I turn towards him, reach over with both hands, find his belt, his zipper. I have his cock free in seconds. Practice. This is something I've done before. Thirty seconds later my head's in his lap, his cock is in my mouth and I'm encouraged to find out he can get rock hard in a few seconds. He's as big as I remember and I'm giving him the best blowjob I can. I'm better at blowjobs than I am at making love. Practice. I've given lots of blowjobs. Sex? Well, there was last night. I need lots more practice at sex. Back to blowjobs, well, I have Andrew rock hard and where I want him. In my mouth.

He tastes delicious. His cock fills my mouth and I'm doing my best to suck his brains out through his cock. I'm using my tongue to tease the head of his cock, licking the side of his cockhead. When he moves beneath me, my lips are jarred loose for just a second. I'm holding his shaft in my hand, my lips are connected to his cockhead by a thin rope of saliva. My lips part. I move my mouth down over the top of his cockhead. I seal my lips around his shaft, my tongue swirls around and around, teasing his glans. I like the taste of his cock. I like him in my mouth.

I shuffle around, release my seat belt, climb up onto the passenger seat so that my knees rest on the seat and my butt is up in the air, nearly pressed up against the side window. Kneeling like that I can suck on his cock better; the passenger seat of his pickup is wide enough I can do that. My head is face down in Andrew's lap, one arm on the seat between his legs takes my weight. Kneeling, I bob my head slowly up and down, enjoying his cock sliding in over my lips and tongue, filling my mouth. I can tell Andrew is enjoying this.

His hand is resting on my head now. He's taken control of my movements, setting the pace at which my head bobs up and down in slow steady movements. The hand I'm not using to prop myself up is holding the base of his shaft. Unlike last night where we had sex, this morning I'm confident in my movements. I've done this with Craig, I know what I'm doing and I'm enjoying demonstrating that to Andrew. His cock is bigger than Craig's though, maybe an inch longer and definitely thicker. I like that. I like it that Andrew's cock is bigger. A man's cock. And it's mine this morning. Mine to satisfy.

Now I'm going at it in earnest. On each downward bob of my head, I let my mouth slide down his shaft, taking his cock to the very hilt in my mouth, feeling the swollen head of his cock touching my throat. I've done this with Craig, I know what it feels like. Now, with Andrew, unlike the first few times I did it, I'm not gagging. I'm even taking a little of him into my throat so that I can get more of his length into my mouth. My lips meet and touch my thumb and finger at the base where I grip him. It's a little uncomfortable and for a moment I'm worried I'll choke, but Andrew's light grip on my hair pulls me back up before that happens.

I swirl my tongue around his glans, lick and suck for a moment before his hand urges my head back down. All the way down to touch my finger and thumb again, then up. Down and up. Down and up. Slow and steady, enjoying his heavy breathing, enjoying the little noises he makes as I dance my tongue across his cockhead, savoring the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth. Last night, at the party, I wanted to kneel and take him in my mouth and taste his cum. But he'd wanted to fuck me and in the end he had. But I still want to taste his cum, I want him flood my mouth as he climaxes and this morning I'm getting my wish.

"Wait," he says, pulling my head up. His fingers curl in my hair. He eases my head back, making me look up at him. Saliva trails from my lips, a long rope connecting my mouth to his cockhead for a moment. He lifts my head up, kisses me, his mouth possessing mine, his tongue deep in my mouth as his hands work his trousers and boxers down.

"Keep going," he says, his mouth lifting from mine. He's smiling as my mouth finds his cock again. His trousers are down around his ankles, now my hand can slide up under his balls, cup them as I suck on him. I look at them as my head bobs up and down, hefting them in my hand, feeling their size and weight. He has big balls and holding them in my hand is exciting, especially when I consider how much cum they generate. I want that cum.

I lift my mouth from his cock, lick my way down his shaft, all the way to his balls. I lift them and lick them gently, dribbling saliva onto them, massaging it across his skin with my fingertips. Licking and rubbing until his balls are wet and shining. Andrew is enjoying what I'm doing. When I glance up, he's watching me, smiling. I keep my eyes on his as I lick my way up his cock before taking him in my mouth again. I want to see how much of him I can take.

My lips slide down his length, he brushes the back of my throat. I hold my breath and work my lips down, feeling the head of his cock in my throat, large, threatening to choke my but my lips manage to find the base of his shaft, his pubic hair tickling my nose. I ease up, gasping for air. That was fun and now I know I can do it but that's enough. I resume my steady bobbing, swirling, licking, sucking, stroking him with my hand now as my mouth services him.

Andrew wants more. He takes what he wants. One hand rests on my head but the other slides under me where I'm kneeling on the passenger seat. His hand is under my skirt, his fingers brush my pussy. My heart jumps as his finger pushes inside me, abruptly entering me. My knees buckle. My head jerks. I lose his cock from my mouth, it slides wetly across my face, coating my cheek with saliva.

"Such a tight wet little cunt," he says.

"Oooohhhhh." My mouth opens wide. I moan. In his car, alone with him where no-one can hear us, my moan is unrestrained. Loud even. I'm shuddering with excitement as his finger caresses me within my channel, sliding against my inner walls as I coat his finger with my wetness. It's so unexpected. All my attention was on giving him pleasure. It had never occurred to me that he might want to do the same to me and he is and I'm beside myself, helplessly moaning as he fingers me.

Almost, I'm embarrassed at him discovering how excited and wet I am. I can't help myself though. I'm too excited; face down in his lap, his cock pressing against my cheek, my nose up against his balls, moaning as he fingers me. I'm overwhelmed by what he's doing to me and his finger inside me is driving me half-crazy. I cling to him, one hand wrapped around his cock shaft, the other digging my nails into the side of his knee as I clutch at him, my mouth wide open, agape almost, his cock wedged tight against my face where I lean into him breathing hard. I'm helpless, enthralled by the teasing slide of his finger inside me, his other fingers on my sex, my wetness coating them as well as my sex.

Andrew seems to understand my helplessness. He threads his fingers through my hair, lifts my head, guides my mouth back to where his cock just upright from my hand. "Don't stop, Regan, keep sucking my cock." His voice is soft, gentle, commanding. He knows what he wants from me. His finger doesn't stop caressing me inside as he urges me back onto his cock.

I take him back in my mouth clumsily, moaning my excitement around his cock as my lips once more slide down his length. My head resumes its bobbing up and down, his hand in my hair encouraging and guiding me as his rigidly hard flesh slides across my lips and tongue, eases into my mouth. My excitement is soaring as he teases my sex, probes inside me, teases my slippery labia. In response, my head bobs faster, my mouth sucks harder. I use the hand that clasps his cock shaft to begin to work in time with my mouth.

Before long I am repetitively pressing my lips down to where my clasp encircles him. Saliva escapes my mouth, coating his cock and my hand as I stroke him harder. His fingers work on me. I can feel that throbbing heat I felt last night, it's growing as his hand works on me, cupping me and entering me at the juncture of my thighs. My stomach is tense, my breasts ache, begging for his touch. Beside myself, I'm taking more and more of his cock into my mouth, my head no longer bobbing but plunging as I moan and slobber wetly around his cock.

I remove one finger, then another and another, until I encircle his cock with only one finger and my thumb at the very base of his shaft and I'm no longer stroking him. I'm holding him for my mouth. I plunge my head downwards, sliding my lips down until they touch my finger and thumb. His length is almost entirely in my mouth as I urge myself down, not stopping until his cockhead touches the back of my throat. This time I don't stop. I do it again and again and again, eagerly. In my excitement, I'm deep throating his cock without any encouragement or guidance from him and with very little discomfort to me.

He must be enjoying this. I can hear him. Little groans and grunts. His hand on my head is taut. I can tell he wants to force my mouth down on him but he's restraining himself. I don't want him to restrain himself. I want him to make me do whatever he wants but I'm not taking my mouth of him to tell him that. Next time, I think to myself as I plunge my mouth downwards, my head and my thumb and finger working in unison on him. I'll tell him next time. I capture a taste of cum as I lick him, just before I slide my lips down. His cock is so hard, swelling a little. I know he's close.

My moans are continuous now, non-stop moans as his fingers work on me and in me. Something is building inside me, that same inexorable wave building within me that I experienced last night when he was making love to me. It's something new and unique that I haven't experienced before last night with Andrew and I want it so much. Desperately I shuffle my knees further apart on the front passenger seat, trying to make more room for his hand where he cups me. Where his finger enters me. He takes full advantage of my movement.

Andrew pushes a second finger into me. I feel myself stretch for him, open. Two fingers inside me press against the walls of my inner channel. He twists his fingers inside me. Simultaneously he brushes my clitoris where I'm so exposed and sensitive. I moan. I'd buckle at the knees except I'm already kneeling. His cock is in my mouth. I suck it and stroke it and moan as his fingers press up inside me and my climax comes in a surging wave that crests and breaks within me so that I shake and tremble and cry out around his cock, my head plunging down on him uncontrollably as I lose all coordination.

For the first time in my life, I see stars. It's almost like I can't see. Everything is a wild kaleidoscope of colors and sensations as that golden tidal wave rushes through me, permeating my body, driving every thought from my mind. I'm vaguely aware that my lips are pressing against his pubic hair, that his cockhead is pushing into my throat and he's cumming hard and I'm swallowing and then I'm half lying on his lap, somehow I've twisted onto my side and his fingers are still inside me and his cock is still spurting into my mouth and I'm swallowing automatically.

Andrew gives my head a gentle caress as I swallow the last of his cum. His hand strokes my hair back from around my face as my head droops. I find myself pressing a kiss to the side of his now flaccid but still swollen shaft; tenderly licking it clean of his cum before my trembling hands work to tuck him back into his trousers. After a moment I turn my head and look up at him. I know my hair is a mess, my cheeks are red, his cum still coats my lips, a trickle my tongue missed is running down my chin.

His strong finger caresses my chin, scoops up his cream. His fingertip brushes my lips. When I open my mouth, his finger slips in for me to clean the tip with my tongue. I suck and lick submissively, enjoying the salty-bitter-astringent taste of him, continuing to savor the taste as I lick him clean and then swallow. I wish I didn't have to go to school. I wish we had all day. I'd like to rest in his arms, I'd like to suck him hard again. I'd like him to make love to me. No, I don't want him to make love to me. I want him to fuck me. Instead, I sit there as he finds a wet wipe and cleans my face.

"Keep still, there's some cum in your hair," he says, wiping.

"Thank you," I whisper, licking my lips. Tasting him. Yum. Pancakes and fruit for breakfast, and now cum for dessert. Always before, I've given Craig blowjobs at night. Never in the morning, just after breakfast. His cum is going to be in my tummy all day. That's such an exciting thought. For a moment, my mind fills with a vision of me jerking him off, of him cumming onto my pancakes and fruit, then watching me as I eat it. God, that's so disgusting. But it's an exciting thought. I don't tell Andrew what I'm thinking though. Maybe another time. I wonder if, really, he'd like me to do that. Eat his cum with pancakes and fruit. It's disgusting, but I can't help thinking I'd like to do that. How embarrassing.

"That was wonderful, Regan. Thank you." His voice, soft and gentle, breaks the silence. He helps me sit back in my seat. He watches me as I pull my panties from my bag, wriggle into them and adjust my skirt. I'm starting to get my breath back now. Quickly I brush out my hair. When I check the time, we still have twenty minutes to get to school. Plenty of time. His hand rests possessively on my leg as he drives me there.