What He Deserves - Part 2

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It was the sort of warm, perfectly sunny day that drew all manner of people to the park, including David, who'd leashed up his dog Hank soon after breakfast and headed out in hopes of getting in a long walk full of people watching.

Though he wanted to be the sort of man that didn't take a moment to glance at every beautiful woman he saw, David largely failed at that, because it was also the sort of day that drew all manner of beautiful women to the park, most of whom were clad in far less clothing than usual. He never went so far as to stare or leer at a woman, but it was a pleasing feast for the eyes as a steady stream of the most astoundingly attractive women he'd ever seen walked by.

"Aww, your dog is so cute," one of those women - a cute blonde in an unabashedly tight pair of leggings and a matching sports bra - said as she knelt down to pet Hank.

"That's Hank," David replied as he caught a glimpse of her cleavage, which was on display thanks to the relatively low cut nature of her sports bra.

"Hank! What a great name for a dog," she said.

David had a view of the top of her ass, too, and as she cooed at Hank he took the opportunity to glance at it. He couldn't help but appreciate her confidence, as only a woman possessing a wealth of self-esteem would dress in something that was little more than a second skin.

"Hank, you're so cute," she said in a playful voice. "And so happy!"

David smiled. "He's always been that way, and he seems to have a knack for making just about everyone who plays with him happy, too."

The girl looked up, smiled in a manner that made David's heart flutter just a little, and said, "I'm sure that means he has a happy dad, as pets are almost always a reflection of their owners."

She was flirting with him. At least, David was fairly certain she was flirting with him. Why would she smile that way if she wasn't flirting?

"That's awfully nice of you to say," he replied, "though it might be that I'm happy because I have Hank around all the time. After all, he is a little bundle of joy and there's no better way to pick up my spirits than by spending a little time on the couch with him."

She leaned down, gave Hank a kiss on the nose, and stood. David did his best not to stare at her breasts - which looked utterly spectacular - but instead looked into her blue eyes.

"I'm Elizabeth," she said before extending her hand.

"Hi, Elizabeth, I'm David," he replied. She was definitely flirting with him. She was interested. Why else would she introduce herself?

"Well, David, I'm actually running late so I can't stay, but how would you feel about me giving you my number?" she asked.

David felt his lips curl into a big, goofy, involuntary grin. Elizabeth laughed, indicating that it was indeed a goofy look on his face.

"Is that a yes?" she asked.

He nodded, pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to her. Elizabeth smiled, added herself as a contact, and handed his phone back.

"Get in touch," she said with a smile before bending down, petting Hank once more, and heading off.

David turned around to watch her go - checking out her ass in the process - and she looked over her shoulder and waved with that same smile. He offered a wave in return and then slipped his phone into his pocket and walked on with a giddy smile on his face.

It's not that David couldn't land an attractive woman. Sophia - the girl David was theoretically still dating but hadn't talked to in nearly two weeks because she'd been cheating on him - was beautiful. Exceptionally beautiful, in fact. It was just that it never came quite so easy to David. A girl never just walked up to him and offered her number. At least, not usually.

It had been easy, though. Too easy, perhaps, and the longer David's walk through the park went on the more he wondered what Elizabeth had seen in him. More significantly, though, David wondered if he could possibly satisfy a woman like Elizabeth.

Sophia's words danced through his head. He heard her telling him that his cock was far too small to truly satisfy someone, that he wasn't the sort of man that could fuck a woman to the kind of orgasm she deserved. It was as if she'd somehow rewired his brain and removed any sense of sexual confidence that used to exist.

David sat on a bench and Hank hopped up next to him. He ran his fingers through his dog's soft hair and he wondered how Sophia could possibly know he wasn't good enough for her. She'd never let his cock anywhere near her pussy. She'd never given him a chance to prove that size wasn't the only thing that mattered, though she'd seemed quite certain he lacked the skill and stamina to satisfy her, too.

Maybe, if David just broke up with Sophia - as far as he knew they were still dating, though the relationship was in a weird place as neither of them had made any effort to contact the other in the past two weeks - and stared dating Elizabeth he'd find out if he was capable of pleasuring a beautiful woman.

David certainly thought he'd been capable of satisfying his past partners, but after everything Sophia had said he'd thought back on his previous relationships and he wasn't sure he could remember any of his girlfriends having the kind of orgasms Sophia described wanting and deserving. Was that possible, or had she just fucked with his head to such an extent that David wasn't really sure what was true anymore?

David pulled out his phone and looked at Elizabeth's number. He was tempted to send a text, to try and set up a date right then and there. After all, she'd showed interest and it seemed like returning that interest was the right move.

He didn't do that, though. Instead, David called Sophia.

She answered after the third ring. "Hello, David. I was beginning to think I'd never hear from you again."

It was the gleeful confidence in her voice - confidence that made it seem like she was absolutely certain he'd call at some point - that made David want to hang up. Part of him hated the idea of proving Sophia right in even a small way, and yet he needed to ask her a question.

"Hey, Sophia," he said.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, David?"

He took a deep breath and silence hung between them for a few seconds before David asked, "How do you know?"

"Know what?"

"How do you know I couldn't satisfy you, Sophia? You've never given me a chance. You've never let me try. How do you know that I'd fail without letting me try?" he asked with an increasing sense of desperation in his voice.

Silence followed. It went on long enough that David checked his phone to make sure the call hadn't been dropped.

"David," she finally began, "has a woman ever worshiped your cock?"

"Ye..." David began before realizing that his instinct to answer 'yes' was really just him being defensive. The truth was, he wasn't entirely sure what it meant for a woman to worship a cock, which meant it almost certainly hadn't happened for him.

"What was that?" Sophia asked.

"No...I...I don't think so," he answered. "I don't think a woman has ever worshiped my cock."

Sophia laughed softly. "I knew that, David, and your cock has never been worshiped because you don’t inspire that desire in a woman. Last time we saw each other I told you that your cock wasn't big enough to satisfy me, but you're right that size isn't the only thing that matters. A well-endowed man that has no idea how to use his cock couldn't satisfy me, either, and though he might occasionally deserve a blowjob - mostly because it can be arousing to suck on a big cock - he wouldn't deserve my pussy, just like you don't."

David felt a mild stirring of pleasure between his legs. It was accompanied by a sense of anxiety that he tried to counteract by petting Hank, who turned his way and licked David's hand.

"You have an unimpressive cock, David, but you also lack the kind of confidence a man needs to fuck a woman the way she wants to be fucked. You also lack the sort of strong, powerful body that most women - myself included - crave. We want a man that makes us feel small and a little bit powerless when we're in bed with him. We want to feel his strong, hard body on top of ours as he's fucking us. We want to run our hands over his muscular chest and beautiful arms as we ride his cock. We want to feel his strong hands on our tits and our asses as he's deep in our wet  pussies."

She paused for a moment and then a soft moan danced through David's head before Sophia added, "At least, that's what I want, and that's what I'm certain you can't provide, David. That's why a handjob is all you'll ever deserve from me, and that's why the man you saw me with outside the hotel deserves everything he wants. That's why I give him everything he wants, because he gives me something you'll never be able to give me, David. He is so much more of a man than you are."

David hated that he was turned on. He hated that Sophia had somehow awakened a part of him that he hadn't known existed. He hated that he felt drawn to Sophia in that moment despite having the number of a beautiful girl who seemed genuinely interested in him.

"Did I answer your question, David?" she asked.

"Yes," he admitted, as painful as it was.

David heard the sounds of wetness. He heard the sound of masturbation. It had to be. Sophia was masturbating. She must have had the phone right by her pussy, too, as it was exceptionally loud. It was intoxicating, too, as David felt a sense of desire work its way through his body, spreading outwards from his loins.

"Do you hear how wet I am?" Sophia asked as the sounds of masturbation got quieter.

"Yes," he replied.

"That's because he's on his way over," she said. "I invited him just before you called, actually. You have such fortuitous timing, David. I'd like you to come over, too. Take your time, though, as you don't yet deserve to watch him fuck me. That's a pleasure you'll have to earn."

David still found it galling that she thought he'd actually like watching someone fuck her, and yet she said it with such confidence that he couldn't help but wonder if she knew something he didn't. He knew that was an insane idea, but it lingered in the back of his mind.

"I'll see you in, let's say...ninety minutes. That should give him enough time to satisfy me twice, maybe three times if I'm lucky," Sophia said. "Goodbye, David."

She hung up before he had a chance to respond, like she just assumed he'd show up. David brought up Elizabeth's contact page again. His finger hovered over the message button. He could schedule a date. He could try and have a normal relationship. He could see if he really was incapable of pleasuring a woman, if Sophia was right about him.

David put his phone away. He hated himself a little for doing it, but he wanted to go to Sophia's. He wanted to subject himself to whatever she had planned. That notion - as self destructive as it might have been - was hugely arousing in the moment and David decided to follow it.

He stood up and said, "C'mon, Hank. It's time to go home. I have a date. Sort of, I guess. I don't know. It's stupid. I know it's stupid, but I'm going to do it."

Hank jumped off the bench, David bent down to pet him, and then they headed home so he could get ready to see his girlfriend - or whatever she was at that point - right after she'd been fucked by another man.

Sophia answered the door wearing a semi-sheer robe - with nothing underneath - with the most delicate-looking lace trim and all David could do was stand there and stare at how utterly perfect she looked.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked.

"Yes, please," he replied.

David stepped into her home and the moment he walked past Sophia the scent of her perfume tickled his nose. There was something else, too. It took a moment for David to realize that it was the scent of a man. It was hard to place the exact smell, and yet it was unmistakable. Another man had been on top of Sophia, his lips had been all over her body, his cock had been inside her, and he'd presumably done all of that recently enough that his scent was still on her.

"You smell good," he said without thinking. It was true, and yet it was embarrassing to find that particular mixture of scents so intoxicating.

Sophia shut the door, spun around, and leaned against it. David stood a few feet away and let his eyes wander over her body, which was truly perfect-looking in the little robe that barely reached the middle of her thighs and left almost nothing to the imagination thanks to the sheer material.

"Aren't you going to ask me if I had a good time with him?" she asked.

He hadn't planned on it, but he saw no reason to disappoint her in that moment. "Did you have a good time with him?"

Sophia looked down and gently tugged on the knot that kept her robe closed. It slowly fell open, revealing her smooth, taut stomach first and her perky breasts second. Her legs were closed, so David couldn't see her pussy, but the skillful reveal of her body did plenty to stoke his desire.

"He does such wonderful things to my body," Sophia said softly as she took her perky breasts in her hands, closed her eyes, and squeezed them gently. "He makes me feel things every woman wants to feel, things that so few women actually get to feel." She looked at him and asked, "Do you know why that is, David? Why so few women get to cum the way he makes me cum?"

He shook his head.

"It's because they're with men like you, David," she explained. "It's because they're willing to settle for being with men that can't satisfy them. Men that don't deserve to fuck them. Men that they love, men that they want to spend the rest of their lives with, but men that can't actually satisfy them, men that don't even deserve the chance to try because they're always going to fail."

Sophia pushed away from the door and her robe blew fully open as she strode towards David, closing the distance between them in a few moments.

She grabbed his half hard cock through his pants and gently stroked it as a devilish smile broke across her face. "Most women don't get to cum the way they deserve to cum - the way they want to cum - because they don't have the courage to take control of a man like you, to deny him that which he doesn't deserve, to force him to live by their rules, to force him to accept what he deserves, to accept the pleasures of a handjob while knowing that he doesn't deserve anything more."

Sophia unzipped David's pants and freed his cock as her lips found his neck for a series of soft, seductive kisses. She pressed her nearly naked body against his and he felt the warmth of her skin through his shirt. Sophia moaned and David did the same as she stroked him and flooded his body with intense desire.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he said.

"I know," Sofia replied. "But my mouth would feel better, wouldn't it?"

She was teasing him. Taunting him, really. She was making him confront the fact that he'd never have the thing he craved. Because of course she was right. Of course her mouth would feel better.

"Yes, it would," he replied.

She kissed his neck and whispered, "He had my mouth, David. I gave him my mouth because that's the kind of pleasure he deserves. I was on my knees for him right here. I sucked his beautiful cock the moment he walked through the door. His hands were in my hair. His moans filled my house while his cock filled my mouth, pushing all the way into my throat." She paused for a moment, kissed his neck a handful of times, and added, "I worshiped his cock."

David wanted that. He wanted to see a woman on her knees worshiping his cock. He wanted to experience that bliss, that intense pleasure. He wanted it, and yet he wasn't sure he'd ever get to experience it, or if he deserved to experience it. Maybe Sophia was right, maybe he wasn't the kind of man that deserved such pleasures from a woman. Maybe a handjob was all he deserved.

"Come with me," Sophia said.

She released his dick, gave him a soft kiss on the lips, and walked away. David followed without thinking, as Sophia effortlessly led him by his cock without having to touch it.

They walked into her bedroom and David immediately noticed two used condoms resting on the nightstand. Both had a load of cum resting at the tip, meaning Sophia's other man had fucked her at least twice.

"I gave him my pussy, too," she said while helping David out of his pants. "But you knew that, of course. A man like him always gets my pussy if he wants it, and my pussy is so good that he always wants it. It's a shame that you'll never get to experience how good it is, David, that your little cock will never feel the perfect warmth, wetness, and tightness of my cunt."

Sophia lifted David's shirt over his head and tossed it aside, leaving him naked in her bedroom. His cock throbbed mere inches from her pussy, yet despite his desire he knew there was no chance she'd let him inside her. It was painful, and yet David recognized that he took a twisted form of pleasure in that pain.

After a deeply passionate kiss and more cock stroking, Sophia stepped away and grabbed one of the used condoms from the nightstand. She stepped in front of David, held it up, and said, "Look at that load. Look at how big it is, David. That's the load of the kind of man that deserves my pussy. It's massive, and thick, and creamy, and I can say from experience that it tastes good, too."

It was unquestionably a massive load. David was certain it was far larger than any load he'd ever shot.

"I bet you'd like the taste of his cum," she said.

David shook his head as he was quite certain he wouldn't.

Sophia rested a hand on his chest. "Don't worry. You don't have to find out today. That can wait. Some day, though, you'll find it quite pleasurable to taste his load, or the load of any other man that deserves my pussy. Some day you'll find it intensely satisfying to taste the cum of a superior man."

David wasn't going to argue with her, but that wasn't possible. It just wasn't possible.

"For now, you're simply going to enjoy a handjob using his cum as lube," Sophia said.

A moment later she'd placed the used, cum-filled condom on his cock. Before David could react, Sophia started stroking him. His cock was engulfed in another man's warm, sticky, thick cum and Sophia's talented fingers were wrapped tightly around his shaft, jerking him off in a manner so pleasurable it made his legs wobble.

"Sophia...please..." was all he managed to say as the intense satisfaction of the handjob overwhelmed his misgivings at being masturbated with someone else's used condom.

"He deserves my mouth," she said softly. "He deserves to have me on his knees in front of him. He deserves to have me worship his cock. He deserves to fuck me. He deserves to fuck me multiple times, in fact. He deserves to fuck me in any position he wants. He deserves to feel the pleasure of my pussy, David, and you don't. You deserve to wear his used, cum-filled condom. You deserve to get a handjob lubed with his massive load, and that's all you deserve."

David surrendered completely to the pleasure he felt in that moment. He surrendered to the feel of Sophia's breasts as she leaned against his body while stroking him. He surrendered to the surprising thrills of being jerked off in a lubricated condom, even if the lube happened to be another man's cum. He surrendered to the dirty thrill of it all.

He surrendered and he climaxed. He climaxed hard. His head spun with pure pleasure and he filled Sophia's bedroom with loud, wild, wondrous moans - maybe even screams - of pleasure.

"Wasn't that good?" Sophia asked as she slowly stroked David in the aftermath of his orgasm, sending aftershocks of pleasure up his spine and down his legs.

He nodded, mostly because his brain was so awash in pleasure - and confusion over the source of the pleasure - that he could barely speak.

Sophia gently removed the condom and set it on the nightstand. David looked down to see his cock coated in cum. "Let's get you cleaned up," she said softly.

She led him to the bathroom and cleaned his cock as David looked at her in the mirror while his body continued to twitch from the intensity of his orgasm.

"There we go. Nice and clean," Sophia said as she patted him dry with a hand towel. "Now, that got me all hot and bothered and I'd like you to serve my pussy, David. Follow me."

David did as instructed and watched Sophia climb into her bed, shake her perfect ass at him, and then flip onto her back and spread her legs.

"Come," she said while gently patting her pussy lips. "Serve me, David. Serve me until I tell you to stop."

He did so without hesitation. He served her pussy - worshiped it, really - and did so lovingly. He'd do so for as long as she wanted, too, for in that moment, between her legs in her bed, it brought David great pleasure to do exactly as Sophia desired.