Out on the street again I'm not sure if she didn't hear me or if she's just not going to answer me. "What do you mean I've been disrespectful of you?"
"Oh my god!" she laughed "Do I gotta spell it all out for you?" she looks over at me apparently full of amused disbelief
I'm at a loss for what to say. SHE'S been the bitch as far I'm concerned. I ought to tell her so. But at the same time I have a panicky feeling that this is not going to happen now. She's built up this tremendous need in me that, for most of the night anyway, I've expected will be eventually fulfilled. If I can't get this bitch to let me fuck her then all this was for nothing. I desperately want this to happen. I want to win. At the end of the night whatever was said, whatever she did, I want her to know that I got her to make me cum.
So what can I possibly say?
"OK" she continues feeling I want an explanation "How about interrupting my phone call? How about squeezing my titties while we drivin' like I'm your personal sex toy or whatever to play with whenever the fuck? And what the fuck were we just talking about back there?"
"Handcuffs?" I just don't know what to say
"Fuck no! Not fucking handcuffs. Christ!" she shakes her head staring out the windshield "I'm talking about you acting like some little white boy faggit making me haf'ta watch you nut all over yo'self in front of me."
"You know ...." is all I let myself say. I'm aggravated by the insult. But not so much because I'm being insulted. I'm more annoyed by the fact that I don't think she knows what it means to be a so called 'faggit.' Even if it were my preference to jack off over her rather than have sex with her, what in the world would that have to do with being gay? But after starting to defend myself I just stopped. What good would it do?
"Das right" she said still not looking at me "Don't say anything."
And I don't.
"Maybe cuz I'm black you think I don't deserve respek."
"That has nothing to do with it" I really don't want to come off as racist.
She glances over at my lap and notices that, though a bit wilted, I'm still substantially hard. She turns her attention back to the road but reaches over with her hand and grabs my penis. Engulfed in her warm fist it starts rapidly re-inflating as she begins to jack me off as she drives.
"I don't know about you but yer dick don'care that I'm black!" she's giving me a full contact handjob and it feels great. I moan in ecstasy. "See that? Yer dick's no racist. In fact, I think he like it."
I'm again as hard as stone and watching her tits slightly jiggle due to the movement of her arm. She pretends to talk to my dick in a baby voice you'd use on a puppy or small child "That's right. You like it don'you? You like my big black hand pullin on you."
She looks over at my face catching me staring at her chest and laughs "Look at you. You'd let me do anything as long as I jack you off." With that she slowed down and just started running her fingertips up and down my hard on.
She continued the baby voice to my dick "You don't want jes my hand though do ya? No. And you especially don't want to cum in his nasty white hand." Looking at my face with a mock look of disgust she adds "yuck!"
"No." she continues with her thumb resting on the tip of my dick and her index finger making little circles just beneath the head "You'd rather cum in my mouf or my pussy right?"
"Oh jesus!" I moan and start humping up into her hand to try to feel something more than that teasing finger making that frustrating circle.
She immediately removes her hand entirely "Whoa! I'll take that as a yes!" she says and laughs again.
"no no no..." I close my eyes in anguish at the complete loss of sensation. She can make me feel so good in spite of how she treats me.
"yes yes yes" she says softly. "I decide when you feel good and when you feel nothing."
This is crazy. I know cute girls, who like me, that I could have sex with. And right now I'd walk right past any of them to have sex with Melinda. Fat, mean, stupid Melinda.
Suddenly the car starts slowing down and she pulls into a gas station/convenience store. My hands are still cuffed and my hard teased dick is out. I think it took a moment for what was happening to sink in mired as I was with the deep disappointment I was feeling from the recent loss of sensation. We pulled up to the building. There was plenty of light from the store windows and if anyone walked by the car I'd be on full display. Pulling up to the store she shuts off the car and starts to open the door.
"What are you doing? Everyone can see!" she swings open the door and starts to get out not even looking at me.
"Get back here!" I yell as the car door slams.
She just walks around the car through the headlight beams and towards the store like I'm not here. I'm panicking. Looking around I don't see anyone likely to come by my car. there's about 4 cars getting gas but we're a few parking spots away from the front door of the store and no one is parked directly next to us although someone could pull in right next to us at anytime.
I'm both angry and helplessly humiliated which is keeping me extra hard.
In a minute or so she comes out of the store empty handed with a "this is so stupid" expression on her face like she cannot believe what just she just did. Her eyes rolled up to the sky and mouth slightly agape and in the light from the store I can see those full lips and a hint of her top two teeth with the gap. I want nothing more than to be between those lips. If I wasn't handcuffed when she got back into the car I'd be able to get up, straddle her lap, with my back against the roof of the car, and just slide my dick between those full moist lips. She would stick her tongue out just over her bottom lip and I would pump away for no more than about 10 seconds and then fill her mouth with several forceful cum blasts.
But I AM handcuffed
She gets back to the car, opens the door and plops down on the seat. Closing the car door she says looking at me:
"I forgot. I don't have any money."
I just glare at her but I don't say anything. I'm seething. There's a perfect storm in my head. tidal waves of anger crashing between surges of want and need. She sighs and looks out through the windshield for a moment in thought, then she looks up at the rear view mirror. Twisting it towards her she examines her face. She then digs into her purse and pulls out a lipstick. She starts applying bright red lipstick to her mouth by the light of the convenient store windows streaming in.