“Don’t you come yet,” I commanded.
“I don’t plan on coming yet. Your pussy feels too good.”
“Oh, yes, baby. You know what Scarlet likes.”
We continued to fuck—cause that is exactly what it was; we weren’t making love at all—for another thirty minutes. Like a good porno, we switched positions three times: a little reverse cowboy, some smooth stroking missionary, followed by a hard pounding doggy-style. The intensity when I fucked Stu played a big part in my thrill and arousal.
That it was also part of a power play with Stu also turned me on. He liked to play the alpha, but he had never really been an alpha, not even in the marines. I gave him my pussy because that kept him on a tight leash. It kept my secrets and my schemes safe.
I had already come twice more. It was time to let him release.
“Oh, fuck, Scarlet, I’m gonna come.”
“Oh, you big fucking marine, fill me up. Fuck me, baby. Come for me. Come in my pussy.”
Stu also liked dirty talk. I knew just the right words to trigger his orgasms.
Soon he was gasping, grunting, and filling my pussy with his hot cum. I orgasmed again amid more exclamations, fucks, and pleas for him to not stop. I collapsed onto the back seat and he sat beside me.
“How was that for you, baby?” he asked.
“It was good, baby. You made me come four times. You did good.” If I could have scratched him behind his ears, I would have. All he needed, though, was a gentle stroking of his inner thigh and praise to appease his ego.
We sat in silence until we caught our breath and until he brought up his usual topic.
“I can’t wait until your divorce is final. I hate sneaking around.”
“I know, Baby. Be sure to clean the Navigator before taking it back to the garage.”
“How much longer is it going to take?”
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“On my plan to get that bitch therapist to quit seeing Dirk.”
“I still don’t get how you convinced her ex to sue for custody of the kids.”
“That was easy. My friend Veronica—the porn performer—she fucked the realtor’s brains out and got it all on tape. It will be all over Pornhub if he doesn’t cooperate.”
“Veronica Vixen?”
“Yeah. That’s here.”
“She’s got a smokin’ hot body.”
“Yes, she does. And she got Mr. Richard Miller to say and do some rather taboo things on camera.”
“Wow. I bet she could get a lot of men to do and say a lot of things.”
“Hey. Focus. I still need you to deliver this letter to the sex therapist.”
“Don’t worry. My second appointment is next week. I think she’s going to set me up with that surrogate woman.”
“Don’t start drooling, you big lug. You’re supposed to be doing reconnaissance and delivering this letter so that they don’t know who it came from. Is she buying your reason for seeing her?”
“Yeah. I told her my dick doesn’t feel anything. Talked about some of the shit I saw in Iraq. She took it just like you said she would. She mentioned she thought I might need to see… Chastity. But she wanted one more session.”
