An Uptight Girl Learns to Relax - Part 3

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It's been more than a month and your girlfriend can't stop cheating on you. It's the way Ian makes her feel. He's opening her up to a part of herself she didn't think existed. Now she's going to cheat in public.

It was a little after 1 a.m. when Ian's phone buzzed on his nightstand. It roused him from a light sleep and he saw the text bubble on the lit up screen. Ian grabbed the phone and smiled when he saw Julia's name.

"I'm in bed next to my sleeping boyfriend and I'm thinking about eating your ass," she'd texted. "That's not the worst part, though. The worst part is that my pussy is fucking soaked. What's wrong with me?"

Ian smiled. "Nothing's wrong with you, unless of course you count the fact that you're dating one of the most boring men I've ever met." He nearly sent it before adding, "Are you masturbating?"

"You're such an asshole," she wrote back. "And no, I'm not masturbating. I don't really masturbate."

Ian was stunned. Why wouldn't she masturbate? Maybe that's why she always seemed so uptight.

"Play with your pussy," he texted. "Right now. You don't have to cum. Just play with it a little. Reach under the covers, push your fingers into your panties, and rub that soaking wet pussy."

He rested the phone on his chest and smiled. Ian didn't like Mark, but there were still times where he felt bad about what he was doing with Julia. Most of the time, though, he really liked having her as a plaything, and this was one of those times.

"I moaned," she texted a few minutes later. "Mark nearly woke up. I can't be doing this."

"You can and you will. Now close your eyes and think about me making you eat my ass, Julia. Think about how good it felt to have any sense of freedom taken away from you in that moment, about how I made you choose between eating cum and eating ass or I wouldn't be giving you any more of my cock. Think about how much you liked being made to choose, how much you liked surrendering control to someone that knows what to do with it."

"You're such an asshole," she replied almost immediately.

Ian smiled again. It had become something of a catchphrase for Julia, so much so that Ian wondered if she really even believed it anymore. He might have been an asshole - he definitely was, in fact - but so was she. After all, they'd first fucked nearly five weeks ago and Julia was still coming back for more.

"Maybe next time I'll invite you over after a workout, Julia. Maybe I'll make you get on your knees and lower my shorts. Maybe I'll make you suck on my sweaty balls while I tell you what a fucking loser Mark is. Maybe I'll make you lick the sweat from my taint as a way of earning the pleasure of my cock in your slutty little cunt," Ian texted.

He liked the idea of Julia reading it while in bed next to Mark. He liked the idea of making her take the small risk of her boyfriend waking up to discover that she was reading filthy texts from a supposed friend of his.

Ian expected to be called an asshole again, but Julia surprised him.

"Can I cum?" she asked.

His dick stirred. He rubbed himself through his boxers. He considered telling her to come to his place so he could fuck her, but that was pushing it too far. Explaining why she left in the middle of the night would be impossible. Ian had an idea, though.

"No. Not unless Mark makes you cum. In fact, not unless he lets you sit on his face. You can't make him cum, either. Only you get to get off. If you're not willing to sit on his face and deny his cock, you don't get to cum until I see you again. The choice is yours, Julia," Ian texted.

He thought of her frustration and it turned him on. He thought of her riding Mark's face, too, and he quite liked that.

"You're such an asshole," she texted.

Ian sent back a smiling emoji and lowered his underwear. He took his cock in his hand and imagined putting Julia on her knees in front of him. He imagined making her kiss his cock through his gym shorts. He imagined making her lower them before having her suck and kiss his cock through his sweaty boxers. He imagined making her beg for the chance to suck his sweaty balls and lick his sweaty taint clean. He imagined making her do both of those things before bending her over and savagely fucking her pussy from behind.

Ian gave himself an orgasm while those dirty thoughts danced through his head. It proved exceptionally pleasurable, too, and he was grateful to Julia for waking him up by sharing her frustrations.

As Ian recovered from his orgasm, he got a text. "I came. Mark didn't. He was more into it than I would have expected, though frustrated that I didn't give him an orgasm. I'm going to let him fuck me tomorrow morning. I don't care what you say. I don't want him to be pissed at me."

"Make sure you think about me while he fucks you, Julia. Make sure you say my name in your head as Mark's disappointing dick moves in and out of your tight little cunt."

Ian smiled.

"Oh, and sleep well, Julia. I had an orgasm, too, and it was exceptional. Thank you for that."

"You're welcome," she replied before adding a smiling emoji of her own. "Sleep well."

Ian set his phone on the nightstand, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

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"Have you ever sucked Mark's dick in public? Movie theater? Car? That kind of thing?"

"No," Julia texted. "I've never sucked anyone's dick in public. I don't really like sucking dick all that much."

"You like sucking my dick. Don't deny it."

She didn't respond, which put a smile on Ian's face.

"I'd like to get my dick sucked in a movie theater and I'd like you to do it, Julia."

No response.

"I'd like it to happen today, in fact. When’s your lunch break? I'll get us tickets. We'll get seated. You can suck my dick real quick, have some popcorn, and then get back to work before your lunch break ends."

"I'm in rehearsal," she texted a few minutes later. "I really need to concentrate. I can't be thinking about sucking your dick."

The fact that she'd texted him at all meant that Ian had a hold on her, a fact that he thoroughly enjoyed. He also took it to mean that he'd have little trouble convincing her to suck his dick at the movies.

"We get a lunch break at 12:30."

He smiled. "Tell me that you want to spend your lunch break with my cock in your mouth, Julia."

"Fuck you."

"Say it or you don't get to suck me off. Say it or you don't get fucked for at least a week, maybe longer."

"You're such an asshole...but yes, I want to spend my lunch break with your cock in my mouth."

"That's a good slut. Now try your best not to concentrate on your rehearsal. I'll text you the address of the theater closest to you. I'll be thinking of that warm, wet, slutty little mouth of yours, Julia. I'll be thinking about feeding you my cock and cum, about feeding Mark's girlfriend a thick load and then sending her back to work."

She offered no response, which didn't surprise Ian. He set about buying two tickets for their movie theater experience and then hopped in the shower to get cleaned up.

Julia was waiting in the lobby when Ian walked in. She smiled at him and nearly waved before seeming to think better of it. Her expression went blank as she overcompensated, making it look like she wasn't the slightest bit happy to be there.

Ian walked up and surprised himself - and likely Julia too - by taking her into his arms and kissing her with remarkable depth. Her eyes remained closed for a few moments after the kiss and then it seemed that she couldn't help but smile.

"Wow," she said.

"Yeah, wow," he replied. There was electricity in that kiss. His dick had gotten half hard, too.

Ian took her hand and pulled up the tickets on his phone. The young man scanned the codes, pointed out which theater they were going to, and looked towards the next afternoon matinee customer as Ian led Julia to the concession stand. He got a popcorn and a soda and they headed for their theater.

The far corner of the back row was dark, which proved advantageous for Ian's purposes. He sat in the seat closest to the wall and Julia sat next to him.

"Take the cardigan off," he instructed. "And open that blouse a little."

Julia removed the cardigan and undid two buttons on her blouse. Ian reached over and slipped his hand into her bra. He squeezed the soft flesh of her breast roughly and Julia's eyes darted around the theater in a panic. She didn't stop him, though. She didn't even bother trying.

"That bra is too plain," he said. "You need to start wearing sexier underwear, Julia."

"Why?"

"Because it's hard to feel sexy when you're in a cheap, old, ratty, crappy bra. It's fucking impossible, in fact, and you should feel as sexy as you are."

Ian pulled his hand from her bra and Julia suddenly seemed quite shy.

"You think I'm sexy?"

"Yes. A little awkward at times, but that's probably because you lack confidence. When you step outside yourself, though, you exude sexiness. You just have to learn to live in that confident place, Julia."

She turned to him and then inched a little closer. Ian lifted the arm rest and she scooted even closer. Her hand moved between his legs and Julia stroked his dick through his jeans as her lips found his neck.

Arousal flooded Ian's body. He turned his head and Julia's lips found his is an instant. He closed his eyes as her tongue invaded his mouth. He set the soda in the holder and managed to set the popcorn on the floor between his legs while still kissing her. Ian's hand then moved into her blouse once more, grasping her breast and eliciting a moan as his fingers found her nipple.

"I want your cock in my mouth," she whispered.

"Have you ever said that to Mark?"

She looked annoyed. "No."

"Then say it again. Look me in the eyes and say it again."

"I want your cock in my mouth, Ian. I want...I want to suck your dick in this movie theater and swallow your cum. I want...fuck...Ian, I want to feel like a slut. I want to feel like the kind of slut that cheats on her boyfriend by sucking dick in a movie theater."

The trailers had begun, so Ian kissed her again and then unzipped his pants. Julia did the rest. She fished out his cock and her head fell into his lap. Her soft lips surrounded his throbbing dick and her tongue swirled over his plump flesh, igniting a firestorm of desire.

Ian put a hand on the back of her neck and pushed down. He felt her throat tighten around the head of his cock and smiled at how fucking good it felt. He thought of poor Mark at work with no idea that his girlfriend was cheating on him, that she was throating another man's cock in a movie theater and that her cunt was soaking wet while she did it.

As he relaxed his grip, Julia pulled back until just the head of his dick was in her mouth. He heard her breathing deeply through her nose. She was gathering herself to try again, to throat him once more. Ian didn't apply any pressure this time. He just let her go to work and she impressed him by once more taking him into her throat. He wondered if she'd been working on her technique or if she was simply a fast learner, because she was doing a damn good job of it.

After some good throating, Julia got her hand involved and began to suck and stroke at the same time. Ian was glad for the high volume of the trailers as it hid the sounds of a sloppy blowjob coming from the back row.

"I'm close," he said as the fourth preview began. "Get ready to take my load, slut."

Julia moaned around his dick and Ian unleashed in her mouth. She sealed her lips tight around the head and took it all. He put both hands on her head, though he didn't push down. He just liked the sensation of control and she seemed more than happy to let him have it.

When he'd finished, Julia sat up and visibly swallowed his cum. It put a smile on Ian's face. He fucking loved that Mark's girlfriend had just swallowed his load. She smiled at him and then tucked his cock back into his pants.

Ian immediately leaned over and worked her skirt up her thighs. He reached between them, pulled aside her panties, and penetrated her with three fingers as Julia gripped his thigh with one hand and the arm rest with the other.

"Fuck...that feels so good," she whispered.

"You're soaked. I knew you'd be soaked. You can't help yourself. I've unlocked your inner slut and you can't help but want to let her come out and play, can you?"

She shook her head. The movie started, which meant the theater was much quieter. Ian took it as an opportunity to work her clit while fingering her. He wanted Julia to moan loudly enough for someone to look back at her, to know that she was getting finger fucked in a movie theater.

She didn't moan loudly. She did have an orgasm, though. Ian thought about denying her, but he liked making Julia cum and he was fairly certain that the more orgasms he gave her, the more willing she'd be to keep cheating on Mark with him.

"Holy shit," she said after cumming. Her cheeks were pink and her chest was heaving from the exertion of the climax.

Ian held up his fingers and Julia didn't hesitate to take them into her mouth as she stared at him. "You're a good slut," he whispered. "My good slut."

She nodded, which made his cock stir. Ian probably could have cum again. It would have taken longer, but he probably could have fed Julia his dick once more and spewed yet another load down her throat. Her lunch break was ending, though, and as much of an asshole as he was, Ian didn't want her getting fired on his account.

"You need to go," he whispered. "Lunch break is almost certainly over. Thank you for the blowjob, though."

"Thank you for making me cum," she replied. "And...and for letting me suck your dick."

He smiled. "Before you go, I want you to suck Mark's dick as soon as he gets home from work tonight. Throat him, in fact. Do it in broad daylight. In your living room with the curtains open. Throat his dick and swallow his cum. Suck his balls, too. Text me when it's over. Tell me if he enjoyed it."

She seemed a bit uncomfortable with the idea, though Ian wasn't entirely sure why. Perhaps she was still a little shy about unleashing her newfound sexuality around Mark.

"Do it or you don't get my dick for two weeks," he said.

"Fuck you," she whispered before putting her cardigan back on. She stood up and turned like she was going to leave. Then she looked over her shoulder and said, "I'll text you tonight."

Ian grabbed his popcorn from the floor and shoved a handful in his mouth as he watched Julia walk out of the theater. He couldn't help but want to travel ever further down what might be a fairly destructive path with her. He didn't really care about the destruction, though. He was having too much fun for that, and he suspected that Julia didn't care much either, so Ian was going to keep following his instincts in his play with his friend's girlfriend.