Disillusioned with her country club social circle, a young woman meets an author with many secrets who is judging the local beauty pageant. Little does she know the day will become the most exciting of her young life.

Rebecca pulled into the country club parking lot as the male voice in her car stereo was giving explicit instructions on how to suck his cock. It was the voice of J.P. MacFadden, her favorite erotic author. The voice was deep and sexy, and the kind but domineering nature of his male characters had always turned her on. 

 Whenever she listened to his voice she was instantly wet and today was no exception. Her light lace panties were already drenched through. 

As she shifted the car into park, she decided to take the panties off. Thankfully she was in the shade of a tree and was late enough that everyone was already inside. It was mid-fall and perfect weather – not too hot, not too cold. Her beautiful dress was long enough she shouldn’t have to worry about going commando, and there was little chance the dress was coming off until she got home.

This was pageant week and no one was going to notice her amongst all of the beautiful young women vying for this year’s title. There were only five girls remaining and the event today would crown the winner. The two categories that would decide the title would be swimsuits and speeches. While Rebecca certainly wasn’t ugly, she knew enough about the male crowd to know they wouldn’t give her much of a look as the tight blonde contestants strutted around half-naked.

She wasn’t even sure why she was here. She hated the whole idea of pageants. It was all so superficial and outdated, she thought – and also humiliating. The idea of parading yourself in front of a crowd of people who were going to judge you on how you look, move, speak and put on your makeup was not ever something she’d aspire to. 

Her friend Tink was one of the finalists. Her name was short for Tinkerbelle. Tink had a brain, but it moved in rather selfish directions. She was also quite vain. In fact, her last boyfriend had been a young man who had been showing interest in Rebecca until Tink got it into her mind that she liked him too. Rebecca often wondered if she should be mad at her friend, but reasoned that the young man had a choice and she had simply lost out. 

As Rebecca entered the club’s sizeable ballroom, a middle-aged woman who had also been one of her teachers took her ticket and also admonished her for being late. She’d have to take a seat alone at one of the back tables. Lunch was just about to be served.  

Sitting alone seemed oddly fitting. In a place ruled by strong and judgemental cliques, Rebecca was one of the few people she knew who didn’t have a clique of her own. Instead, she moved between them – making friends with all different types of people. She was proud of that. 

–

“Excuse me may I sit here,” said a voice from behind her. It was oddly familiar yet she couldn’t place it. She looked up to see a man in his 40s, dressed in a suit, but no tie, which set him apart from all of the other men in the room. 

“Please,” she said. “I’d be happy for some conversation.”

“I’m not sure how I got to have you all to myself, but I consider it my lucky day..”

The older man was definitely flirting with her. She liked it. He had a pageant program in his hand and as he put it on the table she noticed his face matched one of the faces on the cover.”

“You’re William Marshall aren’t you?” she said. “You wrote The life of Yorik. I read it in school.”

The man smiled. “Call me Bill.” 

“I’m Rebecca, but most people call me Becky. You know I read your book at least a dozen times.” 

“That’s quite flattering. You know when I wrote that book I wasn’t much older than you are now. I haven’t been able to write a better one since.”

“Shouldn’t you be up on the dais with the other judges? I notice there’s a spot for you. Not that I want to lose you.”

“To be honest I find these events kind of stuffy. Pageants also make me feel a bit strange. Don’t get me wrong – I’ve got nothing against admiring the female form, but a public judging does seem a little harsh to me. Besides beauty and charm are rather subjective don’t you think?”

“I agree,” she responded. “Why are you here then?”

“A favor for a friend. To be honest I thought I’d just be judging speeches, not bodies.

And why are you here young lady?” he asked.

“Same as you. A favor for a friend. She’s one of the contestants.”

“It looks like we have something in common.”

The soup and appetizers were served and the conversation continued. Bill seemed to take a particular interest in Rebecca and asked many questions, including the one about boyfriends. 

There was no one steady, and no one interesting, she replied. In her mind they all seemed the same- expensively constructed smiles, polite on the outside, selfish on the inside, terribly concerned about their social status, their jobs, what their money can buy as well as their golf scores of course.

That’s why she really liked Bill. He was different. She knew that from simply reading his work.

The Life of Yorik was a contemporary novel about people living in the big city, but it was also a mirror of Shakespeare and an examination of what many of his characters would be like in a modern setting. There was also a huge amount of sexual tension between the characters. The way Bill had written it, suggested he knew a lot about women, even at that young age. 

“You know Bill, your book had quite the influence on me.”

“Influence?” 

“Yes, the year I read it, I broke up with my first boyfriend. We didn’t really break up as much as he ignored me. I remember reading your novel over and over and connecting to the character of Ophelia. It’s like you knew what was going on in my head.”

“Well that’s telling,” said Bill. “Usually the substantial girls, the thinkers, connect to Ophelia. The shallow ones tend to think they’re Juliette.” 

“And what character do you connect with?” Rebecca asked.

Bill looked at her in admiration for the confidence she showed in asking the question. He paused before saying, “That’s a tough call. These days I’m just as close in age to Lear as I am to Hamlet or Romeo. My upbringing is modest so I can’t connect to any of the Kings. I’m an outsider but not an obvious one like Othello or Shylock. I guess I’m a minor player who does his work mostly off-stage – engaged in the subplots rather than the plots. Someone who lets the most interesting parts of his life happen behind the curtain and away from the main stage.” 

“I like subplots,” blurted Rebecca.

Her heart fluttered as she saw a mischievous smile appear on Bill’s lips. 

“Subplots are wonderful things, Rebecca. People don’t take much notice of them, but that’s where the real fun is. Once you’re behind the curtain you can get up to a lot of interesting things – and enjoy them without judgment 

Becky squirmed. Here was a real man with a real mind. A mind she’d been curious about for years since she had read that book. And here he was confiding with her, flirting with her, and her alone. That was until a familiar voice called out. 

“Rebecca James. Oh my goodness you HAVE cornered our celebrity haven’t you?”

It was Tink. She was already in her bikini, with a light robe over-top that just happened to be open – showing off her tanned tennis pro body. Rebecca watched as Bill tried to reach out for a handshake. Instead, Tink wrapped her arms around him before he could get up, practically pressing her tits right into his face. Rebecca felt herself frown as Tink took over the conversation.

“Mr. Marshall. May I call you William? Well William we are so glad to have you here. Rebecca will tell you, your book is my absolute favorite. Isn’t it Becks? We took it in school and I totally loved it!”

Becky remembered that Tink hated the novel and teased her constantly for reading it over and over again. 

“Don’t go running off after the show William. I want to talk to you. Mr. Cummins said you bought a summer house not far from town. I’m sure it’s a wonderful break for you from New York. I’d love to come up and see it some day.”

Tink backed away to give Bill another look at her body. He stared forward with a polite but disinterested look on his face, then turned to Rebecca with a raised eyebrow.

She said, “Sorry about that Bill. My friend is a bit much sometimes.”

“She didn’t even say her name.”

“It’s Tink, Short for Tinkerbelle.”

Rebecca could tell that Bill wanted to roll his eyes, but didn’t in deference to their friendship.

“That explains a lot,” he sighed.” She’s got a lot of actress in her, doesn’t she?” he replied. “Real women don’t have to act, they wear their feelings on their face in very subtle ways. 

Bill held Rebecca’s gaze for longer than normal as she felt the sexual tension warm her body. The way his voice deepened made her pussy moisten instantly. It’s as if she had been trained to react that way. 

—

Feedback from the microphone interrupted the moment, and the host of the show said it was time for the bikini contest and all remaining judges should come to the front. The rest of lunch would be served between that contest and the speeches. 

“I guess that’s a polite way of saying I should get the hell up there,” said Bill. “I’d better go. I’ll be back though.”

Despite his comment to the contrary, Rebecca thought this would be the last she’d see of him. She didn’t know what to say, but her mind was on Bill’s very kissable lips. She heard herself proclaim, ‘Don’t get too aroused up there.” and immediately regretted it. What a bold and bratty thing to say, she thought. Then she heard his response as he whispered in her ear, “I’m aroused already.”

Before he could turn away from the table, her gaze reflexively went between his legs. An erection was growing behind his dress pants, but he walked in such a way that it was covered expertly by his hand.

She was so turned on, she debated leaving the club immediately and playing with herself in her car. There was an orgasm inside her that she knew she could get to the surface quickly. On the other hand, it would be interesting to watch Bill gaze at the girls as they paraded in front of him. 

She watched him sit down on the dais and then look back at her – shooting Becky a short but significant glance. 

As the wait staff came by to take the soup plates she noticed something on the table. It was Bill’s phone. 

She picked it up reflexively and put it in her lap to keep it “safe”, but as the bikini part of the pageant began she was altered by a buzz next to her leg. It was a notification of an email. The title simply said. “Lunch with J.P. Mcfadden.” Oh my God, she thought. That was her favorite erotic author. The one she’d been listening to in the car. The one she listened to constantly whenever she wanted to orgasm

Her interest in Bill had somehow reached another level. She pictured the two authors sitting in easy chairs by a fireplace in a private library surrounded by shelves of old books. They’d be sipping scotch and swapping stories of the women they had conquered and satisfied. Maybe there would be women or even just one woman there with them…sitting naked in front of the fire on a fake skin rug as the two worldly men showered her with praise for her beauty and sexuality. 

Of course in Rebecca’s mind that woman… was her. 

 Indeed, all of the humiliating elements of the pageant seemed totally different as long as she was the focus and THEY were the men who were judging her. Judging her with praise as she knew they would. She was a woman of substance and she also knew she looked great naked. She may not have been as striking as Tink, but the right men would certainly notice her.

By the time her fantasies retreated, the five girls were now off the stage and there would be a half-hour break for the next course of lunch. The din of chatter began to fill the air again and she immediately scanned the room to find Bill. 

Cutting through the crowd. She walked behind the dais, where the girls were smiling, flirting, and laughing around him. He was cut off from the rest of the room. Thankfully, the organizer whisked the girls back into the dressing rooms, telling them they’d have to get prepared for their speeches. 

Rebecca held Bill’s phone out to him but he spoke first. The formality was gone. He simply treated her like a friend.

“I need to find a quiet room. You know this place?”

“Yes, she said. “There are some meeting rooms down the hall. They’ll all be empty.”

“Show me,” he said. She liked the way it sounded like a command.

The din of the ballroom lessened the further down the hallway they went. She wasn’t sure what he wanted it for, but she knew the further away the room, the less likely he was to be disturbed. 

Rebecca opened the last door on the right. There was a table in the middle with twelve chairs. Across the back of the room was a padded loveseat. Early afternoon light streamed in from the window through the white curtains. 

Bill shut the door. The last of the din faded into silence. 

“Thank you, Rebecca, I needed a break.”

“Just call me Becky. By the way here’s your phone.”

He said thank you, but didn’t register any surprise that she had it. Had he left it there on purpose?

“I guess I should be more careful where I put my devices, “ he said with a smile. 

“Can I ask you a question?” posed Becky. He looked at her with curious eyes.

“I don’t want you to think I was snooping, but an email came in when you were on stage. It said lunch with J.P. McFadden. He’s my absolute favorite, especially his audiobooks. I was listening to one of his stories in the car. In fact, I listen to him constantly. Are you friends with him?” she asked. She noticed her tone was more excited than cool. She was breathing quickly. 

Bill stared into her eyes. The pause seemed to take forever. His tone changed slightly into a voice she was intimately familiar with as he said, “ I AM J.P. McFadden.”

His response made her lightheaded and she felt a trickle run down her leg. That’s why his voice made her so wet. She shook slightly as he stared into his eyes. 

“A man has to make money where he can Becky. McFadden sells ten times as many books as I do. Besides, he gives me an outlet. Permission to be the man I would be naturally if polite society didn’t frown upon it.”

He took her shoulders and pulled her towards him. She was definitely shaking now, not out of fear, but excitement.

“So you like my alter ego, do you? He likes you. We both like you. I knew you had a naughty mind even before you told me. I could see it on your face, despite your occasional attempts to hide it. You know, a real woman like you is worth so much more than those pageant girls.

“But…” she continued 

“But, he repeated knowingly. “You don’t have the experience. You know what it is you want, and you know you have the capacity to enjoy it, but you’ve never been with a man who can give you what you need and take you to a place where you can experience the dark and naughty things you love. That’s what I’m here for Becky. This is your first step into a larger world of passion. If I’m wrong you can leave this room right now and we can still be just friends. But I’ll bet the house I’m right aren’t I?

Silence penetrated the room for the next several seconds as his eyes bored into hers. Then he drew his face towards hers and planted a kiss on her lips that was so sensual and hot, she thought she may orgasm from just that. Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, embraced, and felt the other’s hands gliding over them. His mouth shifted down to her neck and she moaned as she tilted her head back. Bill knew how to please. Her mind swirled and she didn’t know what to say. He kissed her again and pulled back to look at her face as she felt his clothed erection dig into her. She spoke

“And here I thought you’d be after all those girls who were parading half-naked in front of you. To be honest, I had kind of wished I was one of them,” she said.

“You will be,” he responded. “Right now in fact.” Only you won’t be half-naked. You’ll be totally naked.” 

Bill moved towards the loveseat, took off his jacket, and sat down. “Take off your dress,” he said. It was a command. 

Rebecca was so trained to his voice, there was no way she could not respond. She’d never been in a situation like this in her life. A semi-public place with an older man. A practical stranger. And here she was taking off her dress, knowing full well her panties were still in the glovebox of her car.

“You ARE ready for action,” said Bill. “That’s the benefit of you listening to me on the way here. All the time I was warming you up without even knowing it. Okay… turn around and show me your ass gorgeous. Slowly. Mmmmmm…..

“You know a woman should never feel like Ophelia. She should always be appreciated and told how attractive she is. And YOU, are as attractive a woman as I’ve ever met..”

Becky had never posed for a man like this before. For a moment she thought about the pageant contestants flaunting their bodies in front of Bill. Had it been a turn-on for them? Did they wonder if they were making him hard? Had they felt a tinge of humiliation at being judged? 

“Bend over… now…” I want to see that pussy of yours from behind.” Her hesitation was less than a microsecond. She’d never have done this for her last boyfriend but for this man, she was ready to do anything. Not only did she bend over, but she spread her ass cheeks to give him a perfect look at all she had.

“Mmm, you get full points for that gorgeous ass and even more points for daring. Before the day is done I’m going to taste that hot smooth pussy of yours and have you orgasm all over my face. How does that sound?”

Rebecca answered like one of the submissive women in a J.P. MacFadden story. “That sounds wonderful sir.”

“Turn around now and look at me. That’s right. I want you to listen carefully. I want you to bend over and look right into my eye as you take off your bra. Are you ready?”

“Yes sir,” she replied.

“Do it now.”

She did so and felt so turned on as she saw his face light up at the sight of her dangling breasts. 

“Now give them a little shake for me.,” he added. “Oh yeah. Oh my God, you turn me on so much. Get on your hands and knees and come to me girl. I have something for you. 

Rebecca did as she was told. As she crawled closer to Bill she saw the sizeable bulge in his dress pants and her mouth watered as she noticed the outline of not only his manhood but also his balls. 

‘Stop’ said her new master as she was only inches away. “I want you to kiss me as you unzip my pants.” 

She did as she was told and he responded by cupping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, a small act of ownership that made Rebecca flush. She unzipped his fly and reached in to free the hard thick member that would soon be hers. It was uncut, which was new to her and she was fascinated by the difference. 

“When I tell you so, I want you to pull my foreskin back…. With only your lips. That’s right. Then, when you’re finished I want you to kiss me. That will be your reward. Do it now.” 

Rebecca’s lips made contact with the skin and his cock filled her mouth as she pulled it back. Then she released it and looked at his member again. Bill’s head was practically purple as the skin gripped it around the base – it looked so incredibly obscene.

“Hop on top of me. I want to feel you sliding down my cock.”

Becky did as she was told and climbed up onto the love seat kneeling on the cushions above him. He slid his hands down her torso to her ass and guided her up to just above his manhood. 

He felt a drip descend onto his cock. She was drenched. 

Staring into her eyes he motioned her downwards as he thrust slowly into her. 

Their eyes rolled almost simultaneously as they took in the energy and intense pleasure of their union. Bill felt different than any other man she’d had. Maybe it was his cock. Or perhaps his confidence. She felt one hand wrap around her left buttcheek and the right grab her breasts.

“You have such an amazing body. Your tits are a perfect size, your ass is just the right shape and your pussy feels amazing gripping my cock.”

The way Bill fit and the angle he was entering her was driving Rebecca wild. She felt his mouth on her breast as he sucked and gently bit her nipple as a characteristic slapping sound filled the air. Their moans were subdued considering their surroundings, but there was no mistaking the twitches and sounds and the feeling of the grip of each other’s hands.

She was lost in the wonderful feeling, but not enough to erase the thoughts from her mind. Here was the man she had spent her teen years admiring, and also the man she’d spent her early adulthood fantasizing about and orgasming to. They were both the same man and more. And they were hers and hers alone. 

As his cock sped up his rhythm and adjusted to hit that special spot that no other man had reached, she felt a power growing inside her. Part of her wanted Tink to appear at the window and watch her jealous and crestfallen face as she watched Becky furiously fucking the man she wanted and had decided she was going to get. This time it was Rebecca’s triumph.

The orgasm came quickly catching Rebecca by surprise. The furious pounding stopped and she slammed down on Bill’s cock, totally enveloping it and stretching around the top of his balls. She gripped him tight and pushed him against her spot. She was at 99 percent and needed Bill to push her over the edge. 

“Take THIS Dirty Girl. I want to see you shake.”

He moved his pelvis and pressed the spot exactly how she needed it. Her cry was muffled, but in Bill’s ear, it was deafening. Good to his word her body shook as the orgasm released itself in an internal explosion of pleasure. She gripped him again. 

“You have one more in you,” He whispered. Hitting the spot again. She responded with what seemed like a convulsion and momentary loss of control. An unintelligible sound she wasn’t even aware of making escaped from her mouth. As her muscles relaxed into a romantic embrace. She wondered for a moment if she was physically all right. A wonderful numbness enveloped her body.

“That was fucking amazing Becky. This is what can happen when you’re with the right man.”

Suddenly they heard a noise outside. Becky knew the voice – the former teacher who had taken her ticket. “Mr. Marshall. Mr. Marshall!!! Where are you? We’re about to start. 

 They could hear the sound of knocking as the teacher tried each one of the rooms. Bill immediately pointed to an area behind the door that Becky dashed into, clothes in hand, as Bill rushed to grab it before It opened. He only had his shirt on, and even that was undone. He pressed his face to the crack. 

“I’m here, I just fell asleep. Give me five minutes and I’ll be right there.”

Bill closed the door and reached for his boxers and dress pants. Becky’s gaze was still on his still rock-hard erection that bounced as he moved. She realized she hadn’t given him an orgasm yet. 

“Look Becky Don’t come out of the room until about ten minutes after I’ve gone. That way no one will twig you’ve been here with me.”

Becky smiled. “Stay behind the curtain like a minor character. I’ve got it.”

Bill gave her a kiss before leaving, “you ARE a smart one,” he said.

As Becky got dressed she could hear the sound of the speeches starting. She couldn’t quite make them out, but she knew they’d be mostly self-serving descriptions about how they wanted to make the world a better place. She pictured Bill’s bored face as he played along, patiently listening to the high-pitched droning claptrap that was the mark of the local pageant. 

Moving back into the ballroom, she joined a back table full of people, feeling a certain relief and joy at being unobserved. Maybe Bill was right. Freedom was living behind the curtain rather than center stage. What had once seemed like a drawback was now an asset. She didn’t need to be judged by a panel in public. She’d much rather have the most coveted man of the evening taking her into the back room. 

She stared at Bill during the speeches but he never looked back at her. Perhaps he was protecting her by being indifferent. Perhaps he didn’t know where she was sitting. She knew, however, that she wanted more. She had to be with him again before the day was over. 

——=======

After a tedious hour, the speeches were finished and the winner was announced. Tink had been crowned the Queen. Rather than watching her friend accept the tiara and roses, Becky’s eyes were squarely on Bill. 

As the official ceremony concluded there was a rush from the tables as people moved about for their last moments of socializing and congratulating the winners. Becky moved towards her man, taking an indirect route and making sure it wasn’t obvious. She approached him from the side but he didn’t pivot to look at her. He stared forward and simply said.

“What kind of a car do you drive?”

“It’s a big SUV type thing. Royal Blue, you can’t miss it – it’s under the oak tree” 

“Bigger than mine. Give me your keys, and come out in ten minutes. I’ll be in the backseat.”

Between Bill’s confident tone and the suspense of what lay ahead, Rebecca was eager to get outside but decided she should congratulate her friend first. Tink was beaming with her crown and her dozen roses,

“I’m so glad you were here to see this Becks! She said. “It wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

The sentiment was nice, but what Becky noticed the most was the fact her friend was not looking at her, instead she was taking a gaze around the entire room.

“Did you lose someone?” Rebecca asked.

“What? Oh no, nothing. I just thought I’d thank William. Did you see where he went?” she asked.

“I have no idea. He probably went home.”

“He couldn’t have. he said he wanted to ask me to visit his summer place.”

 Her friend was getting on her nerves. She looked at her watch and realized it was time she should go.  

The party was still going on inside, but a few handfuls of people were walking through the parking lot to take an early exit home. Rebecca got to her SUV and remembered she needed to open the back passenger side door. 

As she did she saw Bill, laying on his back.

“This backseat is perfect gorgeous. Come in close the door and sit on my face. I want to taste that pussy of yours before the day is out. 

Becky looked quickly to either side and hopped in. It was a spacious backseat with a lot of legroom. She lifted her leg and put her knee on one side of Bill’s face next to the seat back. She stood with the other. The bottom of her dress covered Bill’s head but she could feel his hands slide up her thighs and caress her ass.  

“Lower yourself down to my mouth.” r. She did so and felt his lips nose and chin against different parts of her. As he plunged his tongue into her she found herself rotating her hips as the backseat echoed with her moans. Thankfully the windows were tinted, but someone obviously saw her silhouette moving and rapped on the window. 

“Quiet Bill, I’m going to have to answer this,” she said. She hit the switch which slid down the window, but only a few inches. She looked into the face of four of her friends. They were friends in the loosest terms. The four girls in front of her had grown up together, but in high school, they had developed a strong but judgemental clique. 

Becky had always been an accepted outsider – smart and pretty enough to be seen with, even though she never truly fit in.

The girl at the front, Hayley, was almost a carbon copy of her friend Tink. In fact, all of the girls in the clique looked alike, dressed alike, and went out with the same type of guys. Becky was sure they used the same colored hair dye and went tanning together so that none would look out of place amongst the others.

“Wasn’t that awesome?” said Haley, “I knew Tink would win. She was born to be a pageant queen. I bet you’re so proud!”

Rebecca felt Bill’s tongue slide slowly along the inside of her lips and thought of the droplets of her juices sliding into her mouth as he did so. She didn’t respond to the question, but that didn’t matter. 

“Hey Becks, what are you doing in the backseat?” Hayley continued. 

The tongue was now probing deftly inside her. She felt her eyes widen but hoped it wouldn’t give her away. She finally answered her friend.

“My makeup case burst and I’m just trying to pick things up.”

There was an awkward silence as the five simply stared at each other. Reflexively Becky pushed her pussy down into Bill’s face and began a gentle rocking motion that quickly revealed a new orgasm deep inside her that she knew would soon get to the surface. She desperately wanted her friends to go away.

As if on cue Bil curled his lips around his teeth and as Becky’s clitoris passed his mouth, he grabbed it and teased the tip with his tongue.

 As he did so she heard one of the girls laugh. Have you seen your author friend lately? He’s probably off somewhere fucking Tink. She seemed to have it something bad for him and you know she’s a girl who always gets what she wants.”

Bill’s lips had released her now and Becky responded by Grinding into his face with even more aggression. She worried she was about to have an orgasm in front of friends 

Thankfully the clique were still in their own little world and got easily distracted by the crowd. As they walked off, Becky raised the window and lifted her dress. Bill’s eyes were staring at her as his hands massage her ass. She lifted herself up momentarily. 

“How are you doing down there?” she asked. 

“I’m doing great. I want you to be a good girl and cum for me again. I know you’re close. Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to grab my hair and ride my face with total abandon, Do whatever you need to get off, and don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure you want me to go all out?” Said Becky. “I can get kind of aggressive.”

“After you’re done with me I’m going to ravage your mouth and fill it, just like in my stories. Take your aggression out on me while you can.”

Becky didn’t have to be told twice. She grabbed his hair and stared down at him with her fiery eyes, before dropping her dress down over the top of his head again. “I guess I’ll see you when you come up for air.”

Dropping back down his face she felt the familiar feel of his tongue and lips against her. She picked up where she left off, grinding against his mouth and feeling her clit massaged by his thick lips and the underside of his nose. 

She was glad she’d parked in the shade for she felt a sheen of sweat covering her body as she rode the face of the most intelligent and eligible man at the pageant. He was there, in her vehicle. solely for her pleasure, although the sounds that echoed through the car suggested he was getting pleasure too. That turned her on even more. In the past, her pussy had been eaten reluctantly. Now it was being treated as though it was delicious.

For a moment she lost the sense of where she was and let out a sharp cry, only to stifle it a second later when she realized she might be heard. She was close, so close. She suddenly felt his thumbs run down between her ass cheeks as his hands spread them apart. Something about that feeling as her skin was pulled tight, made the pleasure even greater. She stopped gripping his hair and instead pushed Bill’s head down to keep it still as she took the last few deep hip thrusts that sent a torrent out of her and made her mind and body explode with fireworks. It was even more intense than the one before. 

Pressed against his face, her leg shook as she gulped air. She wanted to get up and shift her weight but for a moment she continued sliding her sopping wet pussy over Bill’s face. Finally, she pushed herself back onto the floor of the backseat. 

Bill’s face was messy. Her juices had run down both of his cheeks and even soaked the collar of his shirt. She was still breathing heavily as he slid upwards to lean against the door. They both looked at each other with animal intensity, until Becky smiled and laughed. 

“That was one for the ages Mr. McFadden” – “Oh my God. Just like one of your stories.”

That voice boomed ‘You forget yourself, my Good Girl. We’re not done yet. And for now, you can call me SIR.”

The smile dropped from Becky’s face. It was her turn to serve him. Would he ravage her mouth with the same intensity? How much would he cum. After all, he’d been aroused all day. Would her inexperienced mouth be able to take it all? Suddenly she became aware of performance anxiety. And a performance it would be. 

She watched as he crouched over the front seat and adjusted the rearview window downward towards him to watch. He took off his pants and sat right in the middle, motioning Becky up to the seat on his left.

“I want you to kneel down here, take your tits out and then lean over to suck my cock, following every order I give you.”

Rebecca’s heart pounded as she did what she was told. Her legs were weak and they shook slightly as she took the position. As she leaned over she realized she could see all the action in the rear-view mirror. 

“Before you do,” he continued. “I want you to taste yourself. Give me a kiss.”

Once again, his lips seemed so sensual and erotic. Even more so now that she could taste her juices on them. She felt herself melt with the warmth of his mouth on hers. Then she felt his hands caressing her naked breasts again, stroking them and then teasing them, and finally pinching her nipples. 

“First of all Good Girl, I want you to lick my balls. They really like you. And do it slowly. Yes. look at me in the mirror while you’re doing it. Mmm, see how it pleases me.”

She looked into his face and saw him smile. 

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“Now I want you to pull my foreskin back and lick the little pool of precum that’s on the tip. That’s right NOW… ohhhhh, yes taste me. I wanted you to taste me since I first saw you alone at that table. I wanted to just take my cock out and rub it against your pretty lips while telling you how beautiful you were and then having your tongue lick me just as you’re doing right now. Yes, continue licking me in a circle, put your palm on my balls, and move it slowly. Yes, I can feel them filling up for you.”

As he praised her, he stroked her hair gently. Looking again at the sight in the mirror, Becky tingled. Tasting this man she had longed to experience, but never thought she would. A man everyone else wanted. If she’d had any limits before, they were gone now. There was nothing in this world she wanted more than to make him cum. 

“Get ready my Good Girl. I’m going to explode soon. I want to give you everything I have. You’re the only female in this place who’s real and who deserves me. I told you I could be aggressive and you’ll soon see that. But I wanted to show you how much I appreciated you first.”  

Becky wasn’t sure what to expect. Slowly she felt his hand go from stroking her hair to grabbing it and pulling it back, making a ponytail with his hand. 

“Ok, I want you to stop licking and start sucking, Now. Show me what you’ve got.”

Becky’s blowjob skills were limited. The boys in this neighborhood were more interested in scoring than actually enjoying sex. But this man was someone who knew a good blowjob from a bad one so she decided to rise to the challenge.

“Oh my God Becky that’s awesome. Jesus your throat feels good. God, I’m so deep in your mouth. You feel fucking amazing. Just look at you. “

She tilted her eyes to the mirror just as he pressed her head forward to keep her lips as far down his cock as he could. Her lips were practically pressed against his balls. Becky was impressed at herself and the sight of her pleasing this man was incredible. 

Before she could choke Bill lifted her head up. Her lips were already messy with saliva and precum. He kissed her and they both savored the velvety feeling of their lips sliding gracefully and erotically in the mess. 

“You’re doing great good girl. Do you want to make me cum with that beautiful mouth of yours? Do you want to consume me? Taste me? Be part of me?”

Becky nodded in excitement.

“I didn’t hear you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She felt his smooth hands as they moved to the back and front of her head like a crown of control. He pushed her down once again over his cock. She opened her mouth and took it. There was a pause and then she felt him begin to thrust aggressively into her mouth.

“You fucked my face so well, you beautiful woman. I’m going to do the same for you. Bring your lips closer and put your tongue on me. That’s right. Tight seal and suck as you feel me jackhammer into your mouth. Oh yes oh yes, That’s it….arrgggggggggh. You are so fucking hot – look at that. I just want to fill your mouth. Look at me Gorgeous, look at me. I’m about to cum……oohhhhhh….

The sound was deafening. Becky wondered if it was too loud. As she watched the rearview mirror, she suddenly remembered that the front window was transparent with no tint. If someone looked in from that angle, they’d be treated to a pornographic image like they’ve never seen before. A middle-aged man shooting his load into the mouth of a respectable young woman from the neighborhood.

Thankfully, no one was walking by. Becky felt the hot sensation cover her throat and drip down the roof of her mouth and tongue as she kept her lips locked on his member. Her hand was still on his balls and she could feel the heat and the twitch with each spurt. In the mirror, she could see the throbbing at the base of his cock as each torrent of essence burst into her mouth. His hands were still on her head but she felt in a good position to take it without choking. The eyes of her fantasy man were lit with the energy of an animal as he emptied himself into her. 

“Hold it, hold it in your mouth Gorgeous. Oh, I’m almost done. Just a couple of short oh yeah. Oh one more, yes. Take a moment to collect yourself, then pull off my cock and sit up next to me with my cum still in your mouth.

She did as she was told. SHe’d had cum in her mouth before, but never this much. Still, she didn’t want to disappoint, and she wouldn’t.

“Mmm let me see it. Gorgeous”

She opened her mouth, but as soon as she did, she felt some of it spill out over her lips, down her chin, and onto her breasts.

“Ohhh that’s a lot. That’s how incredibly turned on you make me. I want you to consume me so I’m always a part of you. show me what a good girl does for her man.”

Becky knew what to do. She looked into his eyes and took a big gulp. She coughed but only slightly, feeling proud of herself as she opened her empty mouth and stuck out her tongue. 

Bill surprised her, grabbing her and pulling her towards him as she felt his sensual lips on hers. A frenzy of passion and sensuality. The guys she had known had switched off after orgasm, For Bill, this felt like orgasm had turned on the afterburners. 

He covered her mouth her neck and her body with his kisses and his praise. 

Slowly the frenzy gradually turned into silence as they lay in each other’s arms, breathing in rhythm and soaking in the wonderful sensations that the afternoon had brought them. 

The light dimmed as the sun dropped down behind the country club. Rebecca lifted up her head and looked out the window. “Everyone’s all gone. The big event is over, just like it never happened.”

“Everyone else was checking out the main stage when the real action was behind the scenes,” said Bill.

Becky laid back again onto Bill’s shoulder. “I guess we were a sub-plot,” she said.

A daring sub-plot that went totally unnoticed by everyone else. There’s nothing like it.”

“You know what I like even more than sub-plots Bill?”

“What’s that?”

“Sequels,” she said. “What was that I heard about your new summer house?”

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