Making Me Do Things

December Ink

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 3,700
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Emma and Nick are out at the street fair. Emma doesn't know that Nick's plans for their night are way more than just sodas and carnival games. He plans on giving Emma the ride of her life. This involves a bit of fear, a lot of pleasure and some hot outdoor sex high above the carnival lights. Lucky for Emma she loves it when he's making her do things.

Reader warning: Explicit sex and language. Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, sex in public.

*originally appeared in Coming Together For The Cure edited by Alessia Brio

Making Me Do Things
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Making Me Do Things

December Ink

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 3,700
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I watched him toss balls at the milk bottles. Watched the muscles in his arms flex as he drew back to throw. I watched his forearms bunch with power, and my head felt floaty. I was braless and pantiless like he liked me, and I felt my nipples push against my soft cotton tank. That stimulation alone had me dripping, and I rubbed my thighs together.

"They weight them," I whispered in his ear, letting my hand drag over the fly of his faded jeans. He was hard, and I felt his cock jerk under my hand. God, how long would he make me wait? "I say we go do what we came here to do instead of you wasting your money."

"I'm having fun," he said, smiling. The smile was nothing short of evil. His bright blue eyes twinkled with mischief. He liked to make me wait. "We'll get to it when I say so," he said and winked. He tossed the ball hard, and I watched the muscles of his back engage and dance under his T-shirt. He was perfect. The bottles toppled and even the gamer looked amazed.

"You won!" he said after he recovered. "What'll it be, mister? What would the lovely lady like?"

"That's easy," Nick said with a slow smile. "She'll have the nice pink pussy up there." He pointed to a pink stuffed cat with rhinestone eyes. The neck and ankles garishly trimmed in pink marabou. The man gave a knowing grin at Nick's play on words and plucked the cat from the shelf. He handed it over.

"One pink pussy for the lady," he said with a wink. He was loving this. Which meant Nick was loving it. Which meant I might come just standing there.

"Actually," Nick laughed, handing me the stuffed toy, "this makes two pink pussies, for the lovely lady." Then he leaned forward conspiratorially and said, "I have to tell you, hers is far superior to anything you might have on your prize shelf."

The man's eyes glistened like he would cry. His jaw went a little slack. And he shifted. Shifted in that way that a man does when his cock suddenly and unexpectedly springs to life. "Um…"

"Have a good night," Nick laughed and took my arm.

We made it three steps when he hissed, "Do it."

I didn't think. I dropped the plush cat at my feet, paused a beat and bent over to get it. Legs straight, ass high, I bent at the waist. My short denim skirt rose to the occasion, and I felt the cool night air lick at the back of my thighs, my bare ass, and my naked pussy. I gave it a few beats, picked up the cat and stood.

"Now that lucky gentlemen has a date later," Nick said, walking me through the thinning crowd.

"He does?" I asked coyly, playing along.

"His fist has a date with his cock. In his mind, you will be front and center. You and your pink pussies."

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