I moved my hands off of her head and onto the hood on either side of me as she began to lick up and down my slit over my underwear.  She moved her hands off of my ass and moved to my knees so she could push them further apart.  It was also an effective way of spreading my pussy lips apart.  She used her tongue to push the side of my underwear into my slit, exposing my pussy lips.  She then used her tongue to find my clit and make my underwear cling to and outline it.  She then moved her hands back to my ass as she began to suckle my clit.  She used her hands to forcefully make me hump her face. 

She then gently bit down and licked too.  Even though it did admittedly feel good, it also felt like a tease at the same time, because of my underwear.  That didn’t stop her from making me cum though.  She just kept sucking, biting, tugging, and licking on my clit until the muscles of my pussy clenched down on this air and forced my cum out.  She kept up her actions though which resulted in more and more cum pouring out.  Cum was piling up in my underwear but it didn’t seem to be enough.

She kept drawing my orgasm out and then stopped.  She only waited till my pussy relaxed and then she began sucking on my clit all over again.  I was getting spent so I had to lie back and lace my fingers through my hair to keep myself from passing out.  She was relentless and my clit was getting numb, but I continued to cum so she continued to suck.

It seemed like hours later before she finally stopped and pulled back, “Hmm… seems like your underwear is full of cum and some of it is escaping.  And here I was, thinking you were straight.”

I don’t say anything, too scared to correct her. 

She carefully slipped my underwear off of me before she stood up.  She glanced into it and smirked.  She winked at me, “From now on, you do as I say.  As long as you behave, you won’t wind up dead.  I’ll be seeing you soon, Spence.” 

She turned and walked away, out of my line of sight.  I remained lying there until my strength came back and then I stood and scooted off the hood.  It was then that I saw that my jeans were lying on the ground.  I picked them up and put them on.  Once they were on, I saw the darker dirt stains where her knees had been pressing down on my jeans.

I just sighed and got back in my car after I took a look around to make sure no one had seen us.  I drove back to my house, now even more paranoid then I had been before.  I only relaxed once I was inside.  I stretched and headed upstairs to the master bedroom.  I stopped at the open door just before the door to the master bedroom and peaked in.  Blake was passed out on his bed, stilly fully dressed and spooning with a small collection of beer bottles.  I forced him to sleep in a separate room when he moved in because there was no way I wanted to come home to that.

I shook my head and walked to my door and opened it.  I walked and shut the door, leaning back against it, rubbing my temples as I thought over what had happened at the beach.  I couldn’t decide whether I should have done something or if there really had been nothing I could do.

My phone vibrated in my pocket so I took it out and opened it.  It informed me that I had one new text message from a number I didn’t recognize.  I opened it anyway and it simply said, “Get rid of your boy toy.”

Ashley.