"Bert," Carole asked, plaintively, "will you?"
Bert turned off the ignition and lounged back in the seat. "Why should I? You've never given me the time of day before. Why should I do anything at all for you? You would not even be here if it were not for your mother."
Carole's temper flared. "You make it sound like you'd be doing me a big favor! Such gall!"
The quiet words that answered unnerved her more than anything else he had done to her all night long.
"I would be doing you a favor."
Long minutes of silence dragged between them, then Carole said, "Bert, please. My…my crotch is burning. It feels like it's filled with ants or something. Please!"
"You're begging for my cock? Come, come, you can be more orginal than that! Surely you have heard some good stories about why I should fuck you. Better yet, what are you willing to do for my cock?"
Carole's eyes glowed luminously with lust and hate in the dim light. "What do you mean?"
"I mean you've got to earn it. What'll you do to earn my cock?"
Carole thought for a few seconds, her hands rubbing her crotch through the thin fabric of her dress. "I'll pose for you for that silly contest. How's that?"
Bert shook his head. "No good. I've already got someone else lined up," he lied. "Besides, it's my cock you want. You have to do something for it."
"Like what?" Her voice betrayed her soaring emotions.
"Suck on it." His voice was absolutely level. He could have been giving a weather report rather than ordering her to give him a blow job. Yet they both realized this was exactly what he was doing. Bert wasn't stating an alternative he was giving a command, and order that Carole would eventually give in to.
A timid little girl voice, so unlike her normally husky, sultry tones came, "Okay."
Bert unzipped his fly but didn't move from his seat. "Go on, Suck for all you're worth. If you know how!" The final challenge he hurled at Carole almost yanked the girl across the car.
Her mouth encircled Bert's cock and licked and lapped with an avidity that reflected just how hot she'd gotten back at the restaurant. Carole paid no attention to the fact that her short dress hiked up and displayed the rounded twin globes of her buttocks. In the faint moonlight, they gleamed a pearlescent white. Bert gazed at them wanting to reach out and take them into his lusting grip. But he knew that, as much as he desired to take them – and Carole – he couldn't.
Net yet. But soon.
Her naked ass did more to harden Bert's cock than the inexpert cocksucking that Carole was giving out. Bert just relaxed as much as he could and stared out across the city. Tiny jewels strewn from the hand of a drunken giant. Beacons in the night guiding him on his way to a sexual Nirvana. All that and more as Carole tongued his now fully erect pole of manhood.
Bert didn't touch her. He longed to caress her golden, shimmering hair, to guide her motion up and down his shaft. The youth refrained. He wanted nothing more than to reach around and stuff a few fingers up her steaming twat. He didn't.
He just let her continue her oral assualt on his organ.
Carole couldn't understand Bert's passiveness. There was no way she could even guess he was playing a bigger game than just one fucking. That he was going for broke. Either he hooked her into a long string of lovemaking or he lost everything. Starting with nothing, he had everything to gain and nothing to lose.
The blonde continued pulling at his prong, licking it with her tongue and rubbing the blood-engorged head against the roof of her mouth. Carole was at a loss to understand why Bert didn't ejaculate instantly. Every other guy she'd sucked off had shot his load in a few brief seconds. She disliked stuffing a prick into her mouth. It was distasteful to the girl but sometimes it was the only way to cool a date off and prevent outright rape.
She was an expert at dragging a guy along, then dumping him hard and leave him lusting after her body.
Now that she had found someone impervious to her charms, she didn't know how to handle it. Carole had decided that sucking Bert off as quickly as possible would take care of him. That would force him to betray his lust for her, and she could regain a semblance of the dignity she had lost earlier in the evening.
Even that escape value for her pride seemed to be denied her. She sucked, she tongued, she gently gnawed on his resilient rod and only managed to get a slight movement of his hips and a tiny moan from his lips. She knew he wasn't a corpse, not with that warm, throbbing, living tool that she lovingly held in her mouth.
The only explanation was that she wasn't as good as others he'd gone with. The thought chilled Carole. Then a grim resolution filled her. She'd bring him off in such a big way, he'd never forget it.
Carole began to suck in earnest now. Her cheeks went concave under the force, and the girl became sligthly dizzy from her restricted breathing patterns. The fluffy forest of his pubic hair assailed her nose, made her want to laugh and sneeze at the same time. Her wet lips glided up and down the rigid, pulsating shaft. The big blue vein throbbed on top of his penis and Carole kissed it.
Turning her attentions to the sensitive head, the cock- teaser showed how to tease a cock. A light, fleeting kiss, a gentle nip, a long rough wet lick with her tongue. Then the "O" of her ruby lipped mouth encircled the cylinder of his passion and plied over the purpled arrowhead until a crick formed in the girl's contorted neck.
Bert said, his voice muffled, "I'm getting tired. Do you want me to come?"
Carole couldn't believe her ears. He was getting tired! Did she want him to ejaculate!
She increased the suction on the very tip of his cock, her tongue moving in figure eight patterns on the delicate underside. Again Bert asked if she was ready for him to come but this time added that he was getting bored. Ego totally shattered, Carole shook her head affirmative while sucking on his cock. Carole felt the cock stiffen even more, begin to expand with an added complement of blood. Then, with a gush like a rocket launching, his come jetted into her mouth.
The blonde tried to back off but found powerful hands holding her head over his length. She had no choice but to take the entire stream, swallow, then take the next spurt as it erupted from his tube.
Bert heaved a big sigh as the last of his jism trickled from his cock. It had been one hell of a battle to keep from letting the girl know how turned on he was and how close to coming he was before he had asked her if she wanted him to come.
This was one of his biggest and most recurring wet dreams being sucked off by Carole van der Hoff. And he had enjoyed it to the utmost, but he couldn't tell her that. If he did, he'd lose her instantly.
He reflected back on everything that had happened. He had pegged her exactly. She was a cockteaser, all right, but Bert had figured out a way to stop her almost-love-em-and-leave-em ways. Everything he did put her down. He treated her like trash. Not overtly, nothing she could complain about and have anyone believe. But she knew he was interested, but in a distant way. He didn't consider her God's gift to mankind, and that piqued her interest in him, strenghtened her resolve to get even. If he played his cards right, she'd come back for more and more humiliation, and he could get her to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
Bert shoved her away as he said, "Time to get you back home."
Carole looked up, opalescent come dripping down her chin. "That's all you have to say?"
"Yeah. I've had better blowjobs. By the way, here're your panties." He tossed them to the girl.
"But…but…aren't you going to…?" She was dumbfounded. She had obviously expected him to fuck her then and there.
"You mean you actually expect me to ball you? Well," he said, making it sound like he was making a painful decision, "maybe some other time."
Carole was struck speechless.