What He Deserves - Part 3

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"Mmm, that feels so good."

The sounds of masturbation filled the air as David watched Sophia finger her pussy and rub her clit.

"Does it look good?" she asked.

He nodded. Her pussy looked perfect. Her labia were pink and puffy and slippery with the juices that emerged from Sophia's pussy every time her fingers plunged in and out. She was soaked. Completely and utterly soaked.

"Is your dick hard, David?" she asked. "Is that adorable little dick of yours hard as a rock as you watch me masturbate?"

"Yes," he admitted.

Sophia added a third finger to her pussy, stretching her lips a little wider and exposing the pink, exceedingly slippery flesh of her insides. She fucked herself vigorously for a few moments more and pulled her fingers out and spread her lips.

"Do you want my pussy, David?" Sophia asked. "Do you want to feel my perfect, wet, tight little pussy around your dick?"

"More than anything," he said.

She laughed softly. "It's too bad you're not big enough. If you were, I'd let you inside me right now. I'd let you pound my tight little cunt to your heart's content. I'd let you fuck me and then I'd beg you to cum inside me, David. I'd beg you to flood my sweet, slippery little pussy with your creamy load."

She rubbed her clit in slow circles as David stared at the pussy he'd never fucked, the pussy that Sophia had promised him would never be his to enjoy in that manner.

"You don't deserve that pleasure though, do you?" she asked. "You're not good enough for that, David. You're not worthy of that. You get to watch me masturbate. You get to finger me. You get to eat my pussy. You don't get to fuck me, though. You just get to dream about fucking me, to fantasize about it, to think of how perfect my pussy would feel while I stroke your dick."

David wished he wasn't so turned on. He wished her words didn't fill him with arousal. He wished he could just cut Sophia out of his life and find a normal woman who could make him feel anywhere near the same level of desire she made him feel. He couldn't, though. She had a hold over him. No matter how hard he tried, all she had to do was send a text or leave a voicemail and he found himself drawn back to her.

"Come sit next to me," she said.

Her smile was warm and sweet and she looked so beautiful with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore an impossibly soft-looking white sweater - and only a white sweater as she was naked from the waist down - and he wanted nothing more than to get on the couch and sit close to her, to feel her body next to his, to perhaps share a kiss with her.

David got up and sat next to Sophia. She smiled, reached between his legs, and stroked his stiff dick through his pants while their lips met. They kissed and her tongue slipped into his mouth. She moaned and he did the same, both because she kissed with such skill and because her hand felt fantastic as it moved over his stiffness.

"You like that I'm in control, don't you?" she asked softly. "You like that I'm so strict with you, that I won't let you break the rules and slide this little dick of yours into my pussy, don't you?"

He didn't want to say yes. He didn't want to affirm that particular truth.

Sophia seemed unfazed by his lack of an answer. Instead, she smiled and straddled him. She ran her fingers through his hair and ground her pussy against his crotch. He was so close to being inside her, and yet he knew there was no chance of being awarded that pleasure.

"Touch me, David," she said. "I know you want to, and you're allowed to. I'm your girlfriend. You can enjoy touching me. You can caress my ass. You can squeeze it. You can run your hand under my sweater to play with my tits. You can lift my sweater and suck on my tits if you'd like. You can do almost everything I allow the other men in my life to do. You just can't fuck me. You can't ever enjoy the pleasure of being in my pussy. You just don't deserve that."

He was hard as a rock and he couldn't resist touching her. He ran hands down her back, savoring the softness of her sweater before grasping her ass. Her flesh was warm and smooth and so soft and Sophia leaned down to kiss him as she ground her hips back and forth, providing a wealth of friction and pleasure for his increasingly stiff cock.

"Tell me you don't deserve my pussy," she said.

David ran his hands under her sweater and found her tits. They felt soft and warm and utterly perfect in his hands and he couldn't help but unleash a blissful smile. He didn't say a word, though.

Sophia leaned forward and kissed him. She moaned and swirled her tongue with his. She then sucked it into her mouth, offering a taste of what a blowjob from her would feel like. It was yet another pleasure he would never be granted. It was a pleasure he craved, though, and David desperately wished he had the strength to tear himself away from Sophia so he could be with a woman that would offer him something as simple and satisfying as a blowjob from time to time.

She rode his lap harder and David couldn't help but think of how good it would have felt to be inside her, to be fucking her in that moment. He was doing everything but that. He lifted her sweater over her tits and leaned forward to take one in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and Sophia moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair and rode him faster.

The pleasure of all that dry humping was intense and David was fairly certain that she was well on her way to an orgasm. There was something delightful about being able to make her cum in that manner, but he wanted to cum too. He wanted to fuck her, to be inside her, to unleash his load in her pussy like she allowed one of the other men in her life to do.

Instead, David did everything but fuck her. He played with her ass, he sucked on her tits, he kissed her, and he served as something of a rubbing post while she dry humped him and had a loud, beautiful orgasm.

They kissed deeply as she climaxed. She filled his mouth with her tongue and David welcomed it because it felt so good to connect with her in that manner.

"That was lovely," she said softly. "We'll have to do that more often. I wonder if I could make you cum like that? Would you like that, David? Would you like to cum in your pants while your girlfriend rides you?"

He shook his head. Of course he didn't want to cum in his pants.

"I think you might enjoy it. Maybe I could strip you down to your underwear - a nice pair of boxer briefs - and then I could take you for a ride. You could feel the wetness and heat of my pussy through your underwear. You could feel me grinding on you. You could suck on my tits and grab my ass. You could almost fuck me, David. That's the kind of thing you deserve," she explained.

They kissed again and David couldn't help but get caught up in how good it felt. Sophia was kind and loving in so many ways. She was the kind of girlfriend most men would have killed for, with the notable exception of her unwillingness to offer more than her hand - and the occasional dry humping, apparently - to try and make him feel good.

After the kiss - which left him in a state of lightheaded desire - Sophia got up and stood in front of him. She lifted her sweater over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her naked in front of David. He stared at her body as desire coursed through him. He wanted her. He wanted her desperately. Of course he did. He wanted to kiss her all over. He wanted to eat her pussy. He wanted to fuck her.

"We're going on a date tonight," she said. "I just need to put on a dress."

She walked away without saying a word as David remained on her couch. He'd figured they were spending the night in, but he had no objection to going out with her. He loved going on dates with her, in fact. Prior to seeing her kissing another man outside a hotel David had been convinced that Sophia was the one, that they'd eventually get married. The revelation that she was both fucking other people and had no intention of letting David ever have sex with her had changed that feeling, and yet he found it impossible to fully let her go.

David was lost in ruminations about their relationship when Sophia emerged from her bedroom wearing a short, flowy, remarkably sexy satin dress. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, making it obvious she hadn't bothered putting on a bra. As she approached, Sophia lifted the bottom of the dress, making it clear she wasn't wearing panties, either.

"If you were any other man, you'd know that you were getting laid tonight," Sophia said. "You'd know, in fact, that I planned on letting you play with my pussy throughout our date. You'd know that there was a chance of a quickie in the restaurant bathroom or the car, too. You'd know that I went without panties because I was in a naughty mood, because I wanted to make it clear that my pussy was yours to enjoy. But you're not any other man, are you?"

David shook his head. In her eyes, he wasn't any other man. He was a very specific kind of man that didn't deserve to fuck her, that didn't deserve a blowjob. Him being that kind of man seemed to turn her on, though, as she was clearly delighted by the idea of teasing him all night with the fact that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing under her dress.

"Let's go," Sophia said as she held out her hand.

David stood and took her hand. They left her place and walked to a local restaurant. She kissed him each and every time they stopped to cross the street. She directed his hands to her ass a few times and once encouraged him to play with her tits through the thin satin of her dress. She managed to keep him in a place of rather intense desire, which was undoubtedly her purpose.

They sat on the same side of the booth. They ordered drinks and appetizers and Sophia grabbed his hand and put it between her legs the moment the waiter walked away.

"Can you feel how wet I am?" she asked.

"Yes," David answered.

She kissed him softly. "Doesn't it feel good to know that you make me that wet, David?"

He nodded. It did feel good. It felt really good, in fact. It was a bit counterintuitive - why would she get so wet despite knowing that he wasn't going to fuck her - but it felt good.

"Have any of your other girlfriends gotten as wet for you as I do?" Sophia asked softly.

David shook his head. "No, they haven't."

Sophia grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers from her pussy. She lifted his hand above the table, smiled at the sight of her wetness on his fingers, and then leaned forward and took them in her mouth.

Her eyes closed as she gave him a blowjob of sorts. David worked to repress the moan that wanted to escape his lips, for Sophia was putting on a show. She was showing him exactly how good it would feel if she sucked his cock. It was warm and wet and sensual and when she sucked it was truly wondrous.

She smiled as his fingers departed her mouth. Her lips approached his and they shared a deeply romantic kiss. "I'm an excellent cocksucker, David," she said softly before kissing his neck. "Every man I've ever blown has said as much, though most don't use that word, of course. It's true, though. It's a shame that you're not worthy of a blowjob."

Her hand moved between his legs and she stroked him through his pants. David gripped the edge of the table and closed his eyes as he suddenly felt like it was a very real possibility he was going to cum in his pants.

The arrival of their drinks ended the under the table handjob, sparing David the embarrassment of blowing his load and making an incredible mess.

"A toast to our relationship," she said while picking up her drink. "To a relationship that's going to last a very, very long time."

David wasn't so sure about that, but he picked up his drink and clinked glasses with her. He sipped as she did and he glanced at her cleavage, which looked spectacular in the satin dress.

"I will be your wife, David," she said with such confidence that he found it hard to doubt her. "I know you're not yet convinced that I'm right for you, but I am. You need a woman like me to be happy. You need someone that's happy to make and enforce the rules, that's willing to make all the important decisions, that's eager to control you."

He didn't want that to be true.

She leaned in to kiss him on the neck and he smelled a hint of the alcohol on her breath. "I'll be a good wife. I promise. I'll take care of you. I'll make you happy. You can't quite see it yet, but I will, David. I'll make you a very happy man. I'll tend to your sexual needs. I'll make you more confident. I'll ensure that you're more successful and happy than you ever thought possible."

David couldn't help but admire her confidence. He didn't quite understand it, but he certainly admired that Sophia was absolutely certain that she knew exactly what he needed in a wife.

"Don't worry," she added. "There's no need to think too hard about it right now. Before long, you'll be madly in love with me. You'll be shopping for rings and figuring out a romantic way to propose to me. You'll be downright scared that I won't accept, even though you know I will."

It was like she was living in a fantasy of her own making, and yet she exuded overwhelming confidence.

"Now, let's enjoy our food," she said as the appetizers arrived.

They put in their entrée orders before digging in to the appetizers, and as they did the conversation shifted to something resembling a normal date. They talked about the minor annoyances she'd experienced at work that week and laughed at what a buffoon her boss sometimes was. David opened up about his frustrations at work and how badly he wanted to move out of his current position to escape the manager that seemed determined to make his life a living hell.

The conversation flowed all the way through their entrees as they talked about their childhoods, the insane things they'd gotten up to in college - Sophia had lots of stories to tell, unsurprisingly - and they spent a great deal of time sharing stories about the worst jobs they'd ever had. David's was at a fast food restaurant in high school and Sophia's was when she'd very briefly worked booking appointments for a high end massage parlor that offered happy endings, which was by far the most interesting job David had ever heard about.

"Dessert?" David asked after the waiter cleared away their plates.

Sophia unleashed a naughty smile and said, "I already have dessert planned."

She wasn't talking about food. Not with a smile like that on her face.

"All that fun earlier got me worked up for cock," she explained. "I texted a friend. I told him my boyfriend was taking me out to dinner and that I wanted to stop by his place afterwards for a quickie. He said he'd be more than happy to satisfy me."

"You're going to fuck someone else?" David asked.

Sophia nodded as she took his hand and pulled it between her legs once more. David's fingers slipped inside her and he found her wetness, wetness that remained despite their conversation having been entirely nonsexual for the better part of an hour.

"You made me cum earlier, David, but I need more," she said softly. "Your fingers and mouth are so talented, and riding you was fun, but I need more than you can give me, which is why you're going to walk me to my friend's house and wait while he pounds my wet little pussy with his big cock."

Sophia reached between his legs and found David's erection. He hated that he'd gotten hard and told himself it was because he loved fingering her pussy, but there was no denying his arousal.

"Pay the bill and let's go," she said. "I need to get fucked."

David pulled out his credit card - all while fingering her pussy - and left it on the little plastic tray holding the bill. The waiter picked it up, ran the check, and returned so David could leave a tip. Only when he was finished did Sophia pull his hand from between her legs. She sucked his fingers clean once more and said, "I'm going to suck his cock before he fucks me. I love the way a man looks at me when I'm blowing him. That lust and appreciation in his eyes always makes me so wet."

David wanted to experience that lust and that appreciation, but he clearly wasn't going to do so on that night.

"Let's go," she said.

He slid out of the booth, took her hand, and walked out of the restaurant. They strolled down the sidewalk and wound their way through the city blocks. David wasn't sure where they were going, but Sophia walked confidently, stopping from time to time to kiss him or give his cock a little squeeze through his pants.

Eventually, they arrived in front of an elegant-looking apartment building. "Do you want to come inside?" she asked. "He said you can wait in his living room. You could watch a little TV, or you could hang out and listen to him fucking me."

"Okay," he said without thinking. He'd answered instinctually, and his instinct had insisted that he listen to Sophia get fucked by another man.

She rewarded him with a kiss - a passionate kiss with a great deal of tongue - and then dragged him up the stairs and into the building. They rode the elevator to the fourth floor and she hurried down the hallway and knocked insistently on her friend's door.

It opened a moment later and the guy glanced at David before grabbing Sophia's hand and pulling her inside. She leapt into his arms and they kissed as he grabbed her bare ass, turned, and walked her right into the bedroom. David stood in the doorway for a few seconds before stepping into the apartment, shutting the door, and heading for the couch.

For a few minutes he heard nothing at all. He considered turning the TV on, but the allure of listening was just too strong, so he sat there and waited.

Finally, a moan floated down the hallway. It was the guy. He was getting his dick sucked. Of course he was. Sophia was doing as she'd promised. She was giving him head.

David felt intensely jealous. He knew he'd feel something, but he hadn't expected it to be so potent. Sophia was giving another man something she'd refused to offer David. She was giving her wet, warm, talented mouth to someone else while he sat there on the couch and listened.

"Fuck, Sophia, you're so fucking good at that," the guy said.

"Yeah? You like how I suck your cock?" she asked.

He laughed. "More than you can imagine."

David considered getting up and leaving. He was annoyed at how jealous he felt and he didn't want to stew in that feeling. He was turned on, though. He was embarrassed at that, but he didn't want to walk away from that feeling. Plus, he couldn't help but feel a little bit curious as to what it would sound like when she got fucked.

David didn't have to wait long. The sounds of sex soon emanated from the bedroom. Sophia moaned loudly and the guy's bed squeaked a little with every thrust.

"Fuck...your cock feels so fucking good inside me," she cried out.

David wondered if she was being especially loud for his benefit. It seemed entirely possible, and as he sat there and listened David felt a little bit insane. Why was he willing to sit and listen to his girlfriend getting fucked? Why was he even in the apartment? Why had he walked her over there knowing that she'd be fucking someone else? Why was he hard as he sat on the couch? Why did Sophia have such a hold over him?

The sounds of sex stopped. David hadn't heard an orgasm, though. Then Sophia's moans resumed. They must have switched positions. He listened to see if he could discern the position they were using, but the noises alone offered no insight.

David stood and walked towards the hallway. The sounds of sex got a little louder. The bed squeaking was quieter. David took a few steps down the hallway. He hadn't been told he could watch, but curiosity - and lust of a certain kind - had gripped him. He had to see. He had to get just a little glimpse.

He got close enough to look into the bedroom. The guy was on his back. Sophia was on top. Her dress was pulled up around her waist. Her ass looked perfect as she bounced on the guy's cock, which happened to be exceptionally large. Much larger than David's cock. It stretched her pussy lips. It seemed to reach remarkably deep places inside her.

"Fuck...make me cum," Sophia said. "Make me cum with that big cock. Fuck my tight little pussy and make me cum!"

David couldn't walk away. He stared into the bedroom and watched Sophia ride cock. He watched right up until she experienced a loud, wild, beautiful orgasm. He watched her ass tremble as she rested her hands on the guy's chest. He listened to her moans go on, and on, and on as she came for what felt like a minute.

"You're incredible," she said softly. "And your cock...your cock is fucking perfect."

Sophia lifted her pussy from the cock that had just made her cum and slid backwards until she was on her knees between his legs. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, took off the condom, and took him in her mouth. The guy's jaw dropped open and he moaned as she gave a blowjob that was meant to make him cum.

David watched her suck cock right up until the guy came in her mouth. He watched Sophia look up at him as she sealed her lips tight around the head and receive her friend's load. He watched her swallow once the guy was finished cumming.

"God damn," he said, "you are fucking incredible, Sophia. That mouth...shit, you suck dick like I have never experienced before."

She crawled forward, gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, and said, "Thank you for the orgasm. I really needed that."

David turned and walked away. His cock was hard and it ached painfully in his pants. He didn't want to be hard. He didn't want to be turned on. He was, though, and it was deeply confusing and distressing.

He sat on the couch, but only for a few moments before Sophia joined him in the living room. "I got what I needed," she said. "We can go."

She looked so good in her post-coital state. Her chest was flushed red and her hair was a little messy. David couldn't help but picture her riding her friend's cock. It played in his head over and over as if the few minutes he'd watched had been burned into his brain.

Sophia approached the couch and took his hand. David stood and she smiled at the sight of his bulge, gave it a quick pat, and led him out of the apartment.

They stepped into the elevator and she leaned against the back wall as David stared at her. He looked at her lips - at the lips that had been wrapped around another man's cock while he came - and he stepped closer. He reached out to run his hand over her waist, caressing the soft satin before his fingers moved to her lower back. He pulled her close and she looked up at him with a smile on her face.

"Kiss me," she said.

David did it. He kissed her. He couldn't help it. He wanted to. He was suddenly quite desperate for it. He wanted to kiss the lips that had been around another man's cock. He wanted to feel her tongue in his mouth. For some reason he wanted to taste it. He was desperate to taste it. He moaned as Sophia gave him what he wanted, and he moaned again when she stroked him through his pants.

"Can you taste him?" she asked softly.

"Yes," David answered.

"Do you want me to give you a handjob when we get back to my place, David? Do you want me to stroke your cock and kiss you with the soft lips that just sucked another man's big dick? Do you want me to feed you the tongue that was just covered with another man's hot cum?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.

The elevator doors opened and Sophia kissed him softly, took his hand, and led him into the building's lobby. They walked out the doors and onto the sidewalk and headed back to her place where David would get a handjob that would leave him awash in pleasure as he kissed his girlfriend mere minutes after she'd taken another man's load in her mouth.

He knew he'd probably feel bad when it was over, and yet David couldn't deny the overwhelming arousal he felt, so he surrendered to it and let her lead him back to her place. He surrendered to the handjob, to the mildly cum-flavored kisses, to the dirty talk she showered him with. He let her give him an orgasm that felt better than almost any other he'd experienced, and he thanked her when it was over.

David still couldn't imagine a life where he was denied sex and blowjobs, but there was no question he'd enjoyed a very different kind of date with his girlfriend.