My cock is about to break through my fucking jeans. It’s going to tear them apart just like Nicole tore her dress open. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear to God that this girl in front of me really is Betsy-Sue from West Virginia. How the fuck does she manage to look so embarrassed? I know she wants it, but she’s so damn good at pretending otherwise.

I remember the first time I tied a woman up. I thought I’d found the end all, be all of sexual fulfillment. That level of control and power couldn’t be compared to anything else. But this? I don’t even know what the fuck this is. It’s Nicole Faria’s fantasy come to life, and it’s better than any pair of handcuffs or order I could give.

I unbutton my jeans and let them drop. Rock wouldn’t be too creative, would he? My cock springs up, and Nicole’s reaction is priceless, she looks like she’s never actually seen a cock before.

“My goodness!” she says, putting a hand to her chest. “Are they...supposed to be so big?”

“Mine is,” I say. “So what do you want to do to it?”

She bites her lip and looks up at me defiantly. “Maybe you can finish what you were doing before, just not so intense?”

“I’ll finish,” I say. “But did you ever think about what I want?”

I twitch my cock so it bobs up and down, and I nearly laugh from elation at the way her eyes bob up and down right along with it. She’s transfixed.

“Go ahead,” I say. “Touch it.”

She just keeps staring down at it, so I take a step closer. My cock bounces straight in front of me as I walk forward.

Her mouth parts open, and she licks her lips. My cock is right in front of her now. I watch as her hand moves up toward it, and she wraps her delicate fingers around it.

I moan in relief when she finally touches me.

“It’s so warm,” she says.

She squeezes. “And even though it’s hard...it’s kind of soft… like velvet.” She runs her hand up and down my length. “Wow, I can even feel the veins.”

“Here’s what is going to happen,” I say. “Hold tight and follow me.”

She squeezes my cock, and I guide her toward the bed with my erect dick.

At the foot of the bed, I get an idea. Rock isn’t creative, but maybe he’s seen this in a video before.

“You know what,” I say. “We don’t even need a bed.”

I reach down and hike the tattered remains of her skirt up. I pull it up until it’s tight around her waist, just barely covering her belly button, but leaving her bottom completely bare.

Just as she stares up at me in confusion, I pick her up off her feet, lifting her behind her knees and holding her like one of the women on the cover of one of those old grocery store romance books. Once I have her secure, I begin to rotate her body so her head is pointing toward the carpet.

She screams.

I hold her tight against me and hoist her up until her pussy is right in my face. “Quiet! And throw your legs over my shoulders.”

Her legs thrash around wildly for a few moments, but then she bends her legs, distributing her weight at least partially onto my shoulders. The muscles in my arms and back bulge from the weight, but I’m able to stabilize her and hold her like this. I lean forward slightly and run my tongue across her delicious wetness. She moans, and I pause.

“Now,” I say, “I want your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. No teeth if you can help it. So long as you’re sucking me, I’ll keep doing what you want me to do.”

“Like…a blowjob?” she asks.

I laugh. How the hell is Nicole so good at pretending like this?

“Yeah,” I say. “A blowjob. Blow me, Betsy-Sue.”

I wait until I feel her lips pressing wet against the head of my swollen cock, and I let go of her just enough that she slides down further, and I feel her begin sucking as my swollen cock slides past her lips.

My eyes roll back into my head, but then I feel her teeth press sharply against my cock.

“Fuck,” I say. “Maybe I should have bought you dinner first?”

“Huh?” she asks, barely intelligible with my thick cock in her mouth.

“No teeth, sweetie.”

Nicole is taking this whole thing so far as to pretend she doesn’t know how to blow me? I know for a fact she sucks a mean cock.

I feel her lips cover her teeth, and she starts sucking again. I dive in for her pussy. Finally.

With my hands holding her pressed against me and upside down, I can’t finger her anymore. I focus all of my energy on massaging my tongue all over and around her clit. As my tongue moves in waves across her swollen nub, I feel intense pressure sucking all along my cock. Her drool drips down across my balls, which nearly sends me over the edge.

I look down as I suck in her sweet nectar, and seeing Nicole’s throat move rhythmically as she sucks on me for all she’s worth is one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen.

I decide I’m going to blow a load into her mouth. It’s certainly what Rock would do. I’ll at least wait until she’s cumming, which I realize is not going to take long.

Her thighs are shuddering against me as I eat her out, and every so often the smell gets so good that I have to run my tongue across her lips and drink up her newly formed juices. When I press my tongue back to her clit, her fluids help lubricate it, and she moans as loud as she can with my cock stuffing her mouth full.

She writhes as the orgasm rises up within her, which makes her lips lose suction. I hear a loud pop, but she presses her lips right back onto me and starts sucking harder than ever.

She moans into my cock, and I know she’s cumming. I flex all my muscles to secure her, and then I let myself go.

My balls clench up, the pressure hitting its apex, and then I feel the first thick load blasting through my cock and deep down Nicole’s throat.

Since she’s upside down, there’s little risk of my thick ropes of cum choking or gagging her. I feel it shooting into her mouth and then dripping down toward her teeth. When the seal breaks, my cum leaks out and drips down my balls, mixed with her saliva.

Nicole’s screams escape as her mouth opens wider, and with my orgasm all but passed—only weak streams of my release are still trickling out—I focus fully on her clit. She starts to scream louder, and my dick pops entirely out of her mouth. It drops down against my stomach, now just semi-hard. It’s soaking wet from her sucking on it and from my thick loads of cum.

Her pussy is wetter than ever, and I brace her body against me as her arms begin to thrash. Her legs are sweaty and sliding off my shoulders, so I turn around, my back facing the bed, and roll onto my back.

She falls on top of me, and I tilt my head up and suck on her for all I’m worth. She screams and moans with abandon, and her hips gyrate wildly against my mouth.

As her orgasm hits its peak, she squirts hot juices all over my face. I open wide and slurp it up, digging my fingers into her ass to feel as much of her as I can.

When I’ve drank her dry, her gyrations subside into involuntary twitches, and she pants breathlessly, soon collapsing limply atop me.

We lay there for a long while, until my cock begins twitching and rising, rubbing up against her warm cheeks.

Fuck. What if I could keep her? I promised myself I never would do that with any woman. That I’d never tie myself down. I’m the one who ties women down, not the other way around. That initial rush is too much for me, and I can’t give it up. But Nicole Faria is something else. What if that rush never faded with her? And what if I fucked it all up by telling her that I’m going to leave her one day?

“Rock,” she says. “I didn’t know that could happen.”

“What?” I ask. “That you could cum so hard?”

“I...squirted.”

I laugh. Has Nicole never squirted, or is that just Betsy-Sue talking?

I open the drawer and see the two pairs of handcuffs I dropped off earlier. I pull one pair out and dangle it on my finger.

“What’s that?” she asks.

“In case you consider trying to run out on me again,” I say, flashing my teeth at her.

“I…” she stammers, “maybe we can just cuddle together. We both...um...finished already, didn’t we?”

“A pussy like yours is never finished, sweetheart, and my cock could go all night with you,” I confess, pressing the cuff through so it spins back around. I latch it shut just two or three notches, giving her the mental image of it slapping shut on her wrist.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I feel so...tired.”

“Nothing feels better than sliding my dick into a soaking wet hole,” I say, licking my lips. I wonder if I’m laying the American accent on too thick, but I figure it’s better than letting my real accent slip through. “And you’re ready now more than ever, so put a finger in there, sweetie.”

“I’ll never do that,” she says defiantly.

Nicole Faria wouldn’t disobey me like that, but Betsy-Sue has never agreed to follow my orders.

“You want me to do it for you?” I ask.

I grab her by the ankle and pull her across the bed until her ass is nearly hanging off the mattress.

“Okay,” she says. “I’ll do it.”

I watch as her hand slides down across her flat stomach, and then it runs across her outer lips. She makes a show of being uncomfortable and embarrassed as she slides her finger inside herself, but after she’s a few inches in, her face transforms to an expression of bliss.

“Oh,” she says. “How am I so wet?”

“You’re wet for one reason and one reason only,” I hiss. “And it ain’t for your dainty little finger to go in there.”

I grab my cock and shake it for emphasis. She gulps visibly.

“Now,” I say, holding the handcuffs in my other hand, “if you promise to let me fuck you good, I won’t cuff you.”

She slides her finger in and out of her channel, and nods to me.

“Is that a promise?” I ask.

“I promise...but you’re so big, Rock, please be gentle.”

“Gentle” isn’t really in Rock’s vocabulary, and I know that Nicole really wants me to get her saying “no,” so I grab her wrist and pull her finger out of her pussy, and then I pull both of her wrists back and pin them to the bed with my hands.

“Spread your legs,” I order.

“But—”

“Spread wide,” I say, more forcefully than before.

She spreads her legs, pulling her knees up and back.

I let go of her left hand. “This hand grabs your tit through your dress.”

She reaches up and squeezes her breast.

“No,” I say. “Reach through that little window.”

She slides her hand down through the hole.

“I always thought I’d be naked for my first time,” she says.

“With candles,” I say, mocking her, “and soft jazz music playing? You ain’t gonna squirt from that, Betsy-Sue. Remember that I’m the one who knows what you really want.”

She nods, and her eyes beg me to slide inside her.

I grab my thick cock and slap it against her outer lips. She’s so wet that my cock gets soaked as I slide it back and forth across her mound.

She squeals, and her wrist fights against my hand, but I pin it down with even more force. “You are not getting out of this, Betsy-Sue. You’re going to lose your virginity right now. You’ll never forget this moment, even if you never see me again.”

She whimpers. “No, Rock, why would—”

“You think I’m gonna date you?” I snarl, laughing.

Then I slide my cock down and press in. I slide into her pussy the first inch, and then it gets so tight I can’t go any further. Shit, is she clenching up just so I have to force it harder?

“God,” she screams. “It won’t fit, I know it won’t. Please, Rock, don’t fuck me. Don’t take my virginity!”

I know what that means. When she says “no” and it’s not the safe word, it means I go in even harder.

“I’m already inside you,” I say, pressing my forehead against hers. Our eyes lock, and I can see her pupils dilating as I block the dim light from reaching her face.

I buck my hips and force myself deeper inside. I feel my cock stretching her inner walls apart, almost tearing them. She gasps in pain.

“Ahh! Crap!” she whines. “No, God, no, I don’t want to do this, Rock!”

“You want it!” I growl.