"What do you mean?" She tried to yank her hand away but he held it tightly against his thick arousal.
"You heard me. I want you to touch me because you want to or better yet because you just can't help yourself. Not because I'm forcing you. Now, are we done here or are you going to start participating?" He moved his warm hand away from where he'd been holding her fingers against the juncture of his thighs, and waited for her decision.
Holly was appalled. This was not part of her fantasy. She was supposed to lie here quietly and be forced to do things against her will. Why was he doing this? And why did she want so desperately to touch him exactly as he'd described. She needed to feel that big cock of his in her hand and know that she was the one in charge of his pleasure. More than that, she wanted to experience her own release and strongly suspected that she would never get another chance. Especially not with a man like this who made her hot and amused and irritated even under the most uncomfortable circumstances imaginable.
Instead of answering she smoothed the fingers of her one free hand up his zipper and to the single button holding his pants together. She struggled to open the closure but was unable to quite manage it. She was relieved when he assisted her, and hoped that he would take over again, but once the button was released he just slid both his hands up her ribcage to her breasts where he resumed teasing the nipples with his fingers.
"Oh, Thank God," he whispered, when she began tugging on the zipper. "I'm sorry, Honey. I just need you to touch me so bad. But if you don't want to, you don't have to. This is your fantasy, and I shouldn't be high-jacking it like this. I'll go back to bullying you if that's what you want."
Holly thought about taking him up on his offer, but her curiosity, not to mention her slick pussy, prompted her to proceed with this new and empowering version of her fantasy. "No. It's okay. I want to do this. I'm just not very good at it. And being half-shackled isn't really helping with my awkwardness." She said quietly as she finally unfastened his zipper all the way. Tentatively, she reached into the opening, expecting to touch cotton underwear of some sort. Briefs or boxers. Instead a huge, warm column of flesh met her fingers and she found herself touching his bare penis.
Unable to help herself, she wrapped her hand around the impressive girth of it. Surprised, she nearly pulled away when she realized that her fingers didn't meet when they encircled his rock-hard erection. Incredulous, she slid her fingers up, wanting to see if his length was just as impressive. Her hand eventually reached the silky, plum-sized head and she circled it with her thumb, and then resumed her path back downward to the base.
"Jesus," he hissed. "I thought you said you weren't very good at this."
"I'm not; I just can't believe what my hand is telling me. You're big. Too big."
He groaned. "As much as a guy likes hearing that, I'm pretty sure it just seems that way because of the blindfold. Everything seems bigger."
"I've never heard that before." She said suspiciously.
"I swear, my dick is pretty normal."
"Hmmm… normal for a horse maybe."
He laughed again at her appalled tone. "Well, later, when I'm sliding all of it deep between those pretty thighs of yours, you can tell me if you still think I'm too big then, okay?"
"And then what?"
He tweaked both of her nipples and let go of her breasts. "We'll get creative. Let's worry about that later. Now, why don't you slide that hand down a little further, like this." With one of his own hands, he guided her fingers down to the root of his aching cock. "Now, slowly squeeze it all the way up to the tip. Just like that. Nice and firm. Yeah. That's so good. Keep doing that." He let go of her hand and pushed his pants down his slim hips as far as they would go, exposing his body entirely from his powerful thighs upward.
Holly repeated the motion he'd shown her, and felt his penis grow even harder as her hand grasped him, sliding it up and down his length, gradually moving it faster as his hips jerked in response.
"Like this?"
"Oh yeah, just like that. You have no idea how good that feels." His attention returned to her breasts but he was no longer content to just play with them. He began squeezing her soft mounds between his warm hands, pushing them together and holding them in place. Simultaneously, he slid his body upward until he was straddling her rib cage rather than her waist.
Holly stilled her hand. "What are you doing?" She asked as he gently removed her hand from his body and guided it to one of her own tight nipples.
"I'm making your fantasy come true. Even if it kills me." He squeezed her high firm breasts together and then slid the slick head of his cock into the valley created between her soft mounds.
It was odd, and weirdly exciting to feel him there, and the grunt of satisfaction he made as he pushed himself between her breasts caused her pussy to clench in reaction. She had never been so aroused in her entire life. She felt like the slightest touch between her legs would give her everything she needed to reach her previously elusive climax. How was it possible to be so on edge with so little stimulation?
He began thrusting himself between her breasts in earnest now, circling her nipples with his thumbs as he slid forward and then back, his movements careful and firmly in control. "Oh God. I wish you could see how hot this looks. Your breasts were just made for this, did you know that? Now, open your mouth."
"What?" She'd known this was coming. She had requested this act after all, but uncertainty started to seep into her consciousness at the logistics of performing oral sex in this position. How was she supposed to breathe exactly? And what if he climaxed?
"You heard me. Open wide, baby. I'm going to fuck your mouth now."
Tentatively, Holly opened her mouth just a little. He let go of her breasts and shifted forward until his thighs were now on either side of her chest. Gently, he lifted her neck and placed a second pillow under her head until her chin was nearly resting on her chest. Then she felt the fingers of one of his hands against her lips, his thumb tracing their shape and occasionally delving in between.
She couldn't see it, but she knew his heavy erection was just inches away from her lips. Heat and energy seemed to emanate from him in waves and she breathed in his warm clean scent. Then he removed his fingers and slid his big body forward another inch and she felt it there against her mouth. He had taken his big cock in his hand and was now sliding the head around her lips.
"Now, do you want this?" He asked hoarsely.
She nodded, parted her lips and reached out with her tongue to give the head of his penis a small lick.
That was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust his hips forward and slid his thick shaft into her waiting mouth. Holding still for several long seconds, he allowed her to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of all that hard flesh between her lips, but then he began to move, slowly and shallowly, in and out, his passion carefully restrained in an effort not to make her gag or choke.
Holly had never experienced anything so erotic or overwhelming ever, not even in the dream. Her dream man had made her do this exact act and she had loved the way he had taken control. But now, with this very real man, it was different. There she had been a receptacle for her figment's lust, not a part of it. Tonight, she felt almost like the man she was currently pleasuring was more interested in what she wanted than his own needs. Which she supposed was normal considering she had paid for this scenario. Yet it felt like more than an act. It felt real. Even blind-folded she could tell how careful he was being, how gentle and controlled all his movements were. She was pretty sure even the most skilled professional could not be that considerate in the midst of receiving oral sex, especially in this position. It was ridiculous, but it almost felt like he cared for her.