What He Deserves - Part 1

"Does that feel good?" Sophia asked in a soft, seductive voice as she stroked David's slick cock.

He nodded as she leaned closer. David felt the delicate lace of her camisole press against his arm a moment before her lips brushed against his neck. Sophia moaned and the warmth of her breath tickled his skin before she kissed him. "Does it feel good when I stroke your cock?"

"Yes," he answered.

It always felt good when she gave him a handjob. In the four months they'd been dating, Sophia had given David dozens of expert handjobs, and each and every time he marveled at her skill. He'd recently begun to wonder why she never offered anything more than a handjob - after four months he was desperate to have sex with his girlfriend - but he couldn't exactly complain about the multitude of mind bending orgasms she offered him.

"Your cock feels so hard for me," she whispered before taking his earlobe between her teeth and biting down in the manner that always made David moan. "And you're making so much precum, baby. Does that mean you want to cum? Do you want to cum for me? Am I making you feel so good that you want to cum for me?"

"Yes," he admitted. He wanted to fuck her, too. Of course he did. He wanted to see what a blowjob would feel like. He didn't want to be ungrateful, though. After all, their relationship had advanced to the point that Sophia was now jerking him off most days of the week, which was a massive upgrade in pleasure over jerking himself off, which was what he'd done during the multi-year relationship and sexual dry spell he'd experienced before meeting her.

Sophia's lips found his and she tightened her grip on his slippery cock while her tongue moved in wondrous ways in his mouth. David moaned the same way he always did when she kissed him like that, though in that particular moment he found himself wondering what it would feel like if she did that thing with her tongue while his cock was in her mouth.

It was that thought that brought David over the top. His loins seized up and he moaned into Sophia's mouth as she stroked him a little faster, no doubt sensing his impending climax.

"Cum for me," she whispered. "Cum for me, baby. Let me make you feel good. Let me give you what you crave. Cum for me."

David did as his girlfriend desired. He came for her while she kissed his neck, stroked his cock, and moaned. He came hard, too, just as he'd done after the dozens of handjobs she'd given him over the course of their relationship. She was, without question, an expert at stroking cock.

"Was that good?" Sophia asked as she ran her index finger up and down the underside of his shaft, teasing the head and sending vibrations of pleasure through David's body.

He smiled. "It's always good, Sophia. You're a magician. A wizard of handjobs."

She studied his face as silence hung between them and it went on long enough that David started to feel uncomfortable. Finally, Sophia said, "But?"

"What...what do you mean? But what?"

She leaned over to grab a handful of tissues from the nightstand, wiped his cum off her hand, and said, "David, I know you. I know you better than you think I do. I know when something's wrong. So tell me."

There was a gentle sense of force to her voice that compelled David to answer honestly. "It's not that something's wrong. It's just, well, we've been together for four months and we haven't...I mean, we haven't moved past..."

"Past handjobs?" she asked. "Are you asking for more, David?"

He suddenly felt terrible for even thinking that he wanted more, that he deserved more. "No...I just...I want to move at the pace you're comfortable with...I just, I can't help but want more, I guess. I just...I really like you, Sophia. I do. I really, really like you, and I can't help but want more even though I know that you're incredibly generous already."

Her face was expressionless. David couldn't begin to get a read on how she felt about anything he'd just said.

"I am generous," she said. "More generous than most women."

He nodded.

Sophia's expression softened as she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "But that's because I like you too, David. In fact, I'm falling in love with you. I'm absolutely certain of it."

"I feel the same way," he replied.

Their lips met for a slow, romantic kiss as she ran her fingers over the bare skin of his thighs. Relaxation and just a hint of arousal spread through his body as he enjoyed the softness of her lips and the way the delicate scent of her perfume that filled his nose.

"I need to take it slowly, David," she said as her lips hovered achingly close to his. "I've been hurt before by men I was falling in love with and that I thought were falling in love with me. They weren't, though. They just wanted to use me, David, and I need to be sure that you're not a man like that."

"I'm not," he replied. "I promise, I'm not." The briefest look of annoyance washed over her face and he added, "But I understand that you need to take your time. I do. I understand that I need to prove that I'm not like those men."

Sophia kissed him on the cheek once more and let her lips linger against his skin. "I know men have needs, David. That's why I take care of yours in the way I do. That's why I'm so generous in making you cum as often as I do. I like being the one to give you pleasure. I like being the one to make sure that your cock gets the satisfaction it craves."

"I like that too," he said with a smile.

Sophia slipped her panties off, spread her legs, and said, "Now I'd like you to pleasure me."

David quickly wiped the cum off his stomach, set the tissues aside, and moved between Sophia's legs. He felt terrible for even mentioning the fact that he wanted more from her, for inadvertently pushing her to go further than she was ready for. She didn't seem hurt or angry with him - she was still eager to orgasm, after all - but that didn't stop David from feeling a deep sense of guilt.

That guilt fueled him, though, into worshiping his girlfriend's pussy and using everything she'd taught him over the past four months. He'd been good at oral sex when they met - at least he thought he was good - but there was no question Sophia had taught him to be better. He took it slow, putting to use every technique she'd showed him and ensuring that by the time an orgasm washed over her, it was the sort that might make Sophia forget that David had expressed even a hint of discontent with their relationship.

Just a week later an act of pure coincidence changed everything for David. It was a Friday afternoon and his boss had let everyone leave work two hours earlier than usual.

David drove by the Everly Hotel every single day on his way home from work, but on this particular day he was waiting at a traffic light and he spotted Sophia walking out of the hotel. For a moment David felt pure excitement, in part because Sophia looked radiantly beautiful and in part because he'd seen the woman he adored more than any other.

The feeling didn't last, though, as Sophia was accompanied by a man. A man she was holding hands with. A man she kissed with such passion that David felt like his heart was breaking as he watched his girlfriend welcome another man's tongue into her mouth right there on the sidewalk in front of a beautiful hotel, a hotel Sophia had never invited him to meet her at.

David was in the midst of contemplating his options - which included getting out of the car to break up with Sophia and punch the guy she was kissing - when the car behind him honked loudly. He turned to see that the street in front of him was empty and the light had turned green.

David hit the gas and very nearly lost his grip on the steering wheel from how badly his hands were shaking. He realized it was adrenaline coursing through his body. He'd discovered his girlfriend was cheating on him and his body had provided him with the rush it needed to cope with that betrayal in whatever way he deemed best.

Though he was tempted to park, run down the street, and get into a messy public fight, David decided it was best to go home, calm down, and break up with Sophia with as little screaming as possible. It might have been cathartic to let her have it, but it wouldn't have been particularly instructive.

"I got out of work early," David texted as soon as he got home. "I've been thinking about you all day and I can't wait to see you. Can you come over?"

"Of course," she replied before adding a smiley emoji. "I'll be there soon."

It was the emoji that infuriated him. David was absolutely certain Sophia had fucked the man she was kissing on the street. Why else would she have walked out of a hotel with him? She was having sex with him. She was cheating on him. She was cheating on him and she had the temerity to send a happy emoji.

David had managed to calm most of his anger when Sophia pulled into his driveway half an hour later. He remained calm right up until she stepped into the house and tried to give him a kiss.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Sophia looked taken aback. "I'm trying to kiss my boyfriend. Why is that a problem, David?"

He'd told himself to be calm and measured, but that felt impossible as half a dozen emotions welled up in him at the same time. "I saw you, Sophia. I saw you walking out of the Everly Hotel. I saw you kissing that guy on the sidewalk. Don't try to tell me it wasn't you, or that it wasn't a serious kiss, or that he was just a friend. Don't try and tell me any of that. I saw what I saw and I know you're cheating on me."

"I don't appreciate being talked to like that, David," she replied sharply.

It was David's turn to be taken aback. She hadn't denied his accusations. She hadn't offered an explanation. She'd simply chided him for taking a rude tone. "I'm not sure I care about how you appreciate being talked to, Sophia."

"You should, David," she said. "After all, I'm going to be your wife some day, and you should care very much about what your wife appreciates."

"What?" She'd lost her mind. She'd clearly lost her mind. "Sophia, are you crazy? You think I'm going to marry someone that's cheating on me? Someone that...that..."

Sophia stepped closer and David caught a whiff of her perfume. Though he wanted no part of an erotic memory in that moment, he couldn't help but think of the many orgasms she'd given him, and how she'd worn that perfume each and every time.

"Someone that what, David?" she asked. "Someone that won't fuck you but will happily fuck another man? Someone that won't let your dick anywhere near her pussy but will meet another man in a hotel room? Someone that will suck that man's cock in that hotel room? Someone that will let that man fuck her however he desires in that hotel room? Someone that will make that man cum twice in that hotel room? Is that what you were going to say, David? That you have no intention of marrying a woman that won't fuck you but is clearly fucking another man?"

David stepped back instinctively. He didn't like how he felt. He didn't like that he felt the telltale signs of budding arousal between his legs. He didn't like it one bit.

Sophia closed the gap between them and reached up to caress his face. David stepped back once more and found himself out of room as he was now against the wall. Sophia closed the gap between them once more and reached up to caress his face. Her perfume once again filled his nose and her touch was warm, gentle, and impossibly soothing.

"Did you...did you really do all those things?" David asked.

Sophia nodded and leaned closer. "Yes."

Her lips brushed against his neck as her hand slowly moved down his chest. Sophia moaned and offered the softest kiss imaginable. David felt his anger melting despite his desire to hold onto it. Sophia kissed him again and she unzipped his pants and reached inside. She found his cock and David moaned at the warmth and softness of her touch against his half hard shaft.

"I gave him what he deserved," she said before nibbling on his earlobe and unleashing a soft moan that seemed to drift right into the arousal center of his brain. "Just like I give you what you deserve, David."

Sophia pulled out his cock - which was now hard - and stroked him slowly as she kissed her way to his lips. Some part of David told him to resist when her lips met his, but he didn't. He welcomed the kiss. He wanted it. He wasn't sure why, but he wanted it. It was almost as if he needed it, as if he desperately craved the feeling of her lips against his and her tongue as it slipped into his mouth and did that wondrous swirling thing she was so good at.

"Wait...wait...Sophia...stop," David said as he turned his head to the side.

She stopped stroking his cock but her fingers remained around his shaft, which was now slick with precum.

"What do you mean by you give me what I deserve?" he asked.

Sophia stepped back, released his cock, and said, "Look at your dick, David."

He looked down, though David wasn't sure what he was supposed to see.

"Do you think you have a big cock? Do you think you have the sort of cock that's capable of truly satisfying a woman?" Sophia asked.

"Well...I...I mean...it's not bad...it's not small..."

"Oh, David, you're so cute…just like your cock," she replied. "You know you don't have a big dick. You know that. You know it's below average. I'm certain you do. Every man knows how his cock measures up. Every man has quite literally measured his cock. Every man has looked up average cock sizes online. You know yours is below average. You know you're not really capable of satisfying a woman. Not in the way she wants to be satisfied. I think you even know that I do give you what you deserve, David. You know that my hand is exactly what a cock like yours deserves."

Sophia stepped back and unbuttoned her jeans. She slowly worked them over her hips and down her legs, doing so in such a seductive manner that David couldn't look away. She pulled them over her three inch heels and tossed them aside, leaving her standing there in a light, delicate sweater and a lace thong.

"I think we both know I'm out of your league, David," Sophia said. "You've come right out and said that I'm far and away the most beautiful woman you've ever been with and I'll bet you tell your friends about how hot I am."

David had, in fact, told his friends that Sophia was out of his league. He'd done so while showing them a picture of her and somewhat openly bragging about how hot she was, so he couldn’t very well argue with her point.

Sophia smiled, stepped closer, and dropped to her knees. David's pulse raced as she leaned in. Despite everything she'd said, he still thought there was a chance she'd take him in her mouth.

"He deserves my mouth," she said. "So that's what he gets. He deserves to see me on my knees in front of him. He deserves to feel my lips around his cock. He deserves to experience the pleasure I can offer with my mouth, a pleasure that you don't deserve, David. A pleasure that you will never deserve."

Sophia wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked David slowly, using her thumb to tease the underside of the tip, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"He deserves to hear me moan as I blow him," she continued. "He deserves to see the look of lust in my eyes as I stare up at him while his cock reaches the back of my throat. You don't deserve that pleasure, David, and you know it."

"Sophia...I can't...I don't know if I can be with someone that's going to cheat on me," he said.

Sophia stood, took her sweater off, and removed her bra in the blink of an eye. She took David's hands and placed them on her breasts. He played with them without thinking, squeezing her perfectly perky, soft flesh and moaning as she smiled and took his cock in her hand once more.

"It's not cheating, David," Sophia explained. "Not anymore, at least. Now you know what I'm doing with him. You know that I'm just giving him what he deserves and, more importantly, getting what I deserve. You want me to be happy, don't you David? You want me to be satisfied, don't you?"

"But I go down on you," he replied.

Sophia laughed softly. "Yes, you do, sweetheart, and you're so good at it. But it's not the same. It's not anywhere near the same as getting fucked by a big cock. It's not the same as spreading my legs and welcoming his long, thick, beautiful dick into my pussy for a long, hard pounding that makes my whole body tremble when I cum. It's nowhere near the same."

"Why...why would you want to be with me, to marry me?" David asked.

She released his cock and reached up to caress his face. Her fingers were slick with his precum and they left a trail on his cheek as Sophia smiled and said, "Because I like being in control, David. I need to be in control, and I can control you. You'll do as I desire. You might fight me on it, but you'll do as I desire eventually. That's a quality I want in a husband, a quality I crave, in fact."

David opened his mouth to offer a reply and Sophia shoved her fingers onto his tongue. The sweet taste of precum filled his mouth as she began to move her fingers in and out while her lips curled into a devilish smile.

"You were made to be controlled, David," she said. "Made to live by the rules of a woman like me. Made to do as you're told, to obey, to accept my rule as law in our household."

They didn't even live together. They were months away from a decision like that. The whole thing seemed absurd, and yet his body hummed with desire, desire that Sophia had stoked.

"You can deny it if you like. I'm sure you will after I've left here tonight. I'm sure you'll try and fight this for weeks and maybe even months to come, but I know the truth, David. I know what you are, and I think the fact that you haven't kicked me out, that you haven't broken up with me, that your dick is still hard as a rock for me, means that some part of you knows the truth, too," she explained.

Sophia pulled her fingers from his mouth and slipped them into her panties. She smiled and then a moan escaped her lips. She was masturbating and David couldn't help but feel a wealth of desire as he watched.

Her fingers were slick and shiny as they emerged from her panties. "Open up," she instructed as they neared David's mouth. He parted his lips without thinking and Sophia once again pressed her fingers on his tongue.

David expected to taste his girlfriend's pussy on her fingers, but his tongue was greeted with someone else entirely. The substance was salty and bitter and he nearly gagged from the unpleasant nature of it.

"He fucks me bareback, David," she said. "He cums in my pussy. That's what he deserves. You're tasting his cum, which is what you deserve. You're not worthy of fucking me, and sometimes you'll need to be reminded of that so that you understand I'm in control. I won't make you taste any more of him tonight, but I want you to remember this, David. I want you to remember that you deserve to have to clean another man's cum out of my pussy. That's your place, and in the future when I tell you to get on your knees and clean my messy pussy, you'll do so without hesitation."

David couldn't imagine that would be the case, and yet he couldn't even muster the resistance to shake his head and deny that he'd be willing to do so.

"Now, I'm going to jerk you off, David," Sophia explained. "I'm going to give you a handjob because that's what you deserve. That's all you deserve. That's all the pleasure you'll ever deserve from me, at least until you learn to find pleasure in watching another man fuck me."

David was absolutely certain that would never be the case. How could any man find pleasure in such a thing? He wouldn't. He couldn't. It wasn't possible. In fact, he was going to break up with Sophia. He was going to end their relationship right then and there.

Then she took hold of his cock. She stroked him. She made him feel good. Her lips approached his. She kissed him. Her tongue did that wondrous swirling thing. He moaned into her mouth and she stroked him faster. Bliss enveloped his body and any notion of breaking up with her disappeared. Maybe a handjob really was all he deserved. Maybe he really was made to live by the rules of a woman like Sophia, to obey her orders. Maybe she was right about all of it.

David came while they kissed. He came while her tongue slowly swirled in his mouth. He came while wondering if he should simply embrace that Sophia was right, that he was meant to live by her rules, to do as ordered. It was a spectacular orgasm, too, one that left his legs trembling so hard he worried he might just collapse onto the floor.

"Go get the paper towels to clean up your mess," Sophia instructed as she released his cock.

David did so without hesitation and he saw a slight smile on his girlfriend's face as he obeyed her order. Maybe she was right. Maybe she really was right. Maybe it was his destiny to accept what she thought he deserved and follow her rules.