The Right Programming Language - Sex Stories

The Right Programming Language

... on too strong now, I should probably shut up"

“Oh no, don’t–you are doing great. I… I… fuck, you talking about my mouth just reminds me of the things I’d love to do with it…to you. To you and on you and on your cock.”

“Oh my god you–wow. Fuck.” At that, he reaches for my arm and draws me closer to him, puts his hands at my lower back and presses his pelvis to me. His face is an inch away from mine, and I look up at him with wide eyes at the feel of his cock against my stomach. He utters in a low voice, “You feel that? You feel what you do to me? Fuuuuck.” That last word is accompanied by a firm and sure thrust against my body, his cock digging almost painfully into my belly but so deliciously I can do nothing but press right back into him.

“Please.Pleasecan I take you home with me?” He begs in a harsh whisper.

Feeling how hard he is renders any refusal impossible. “Yeah. Yes. I want you. I want…I want to please you.”

His expression grows sensual and focused.

“Damn, Jane…you’d better choose your words carefully. It almost sounds like you might want me to, uh, run some linting on your classes.”

I flush and am speechless for a moment. Then I mutter, “You may need to do some reformatting, yes. Just tell me what syntax works best for you. I'll do whatever you–”

He cuts me off. “Shut the fuck up. Don't say another word. Come with me.”

Holding my hand, he takes me to his car.

“Get in.”

I do, without protest.

My skin feels sensitive and the car ...

... seat cover feels overly rough to my touch. I put my seatbelt on, and even that small restraint feels sexual.

He starts driving, and I feel how excited and nervous I am at the same time.

“You like it, don't you, when I command you like this.”

I am silent, unable to form a response.

“Because if I did that at work, you would have ripped me a new one.”

I swallow. He is spot on. I would never allow him to tell me to shut up in the office. But for some reason, my lips–both upper and lower–have stayed clenched since he said those words to me.

“You listen extremely well, don't you?”

I don't answer.

“Very good, Jane. Verrry nice. You may speak when I ask you a question.”

My mouth relaxes a bit, while my pussy stays relentlessly taught.

“I think you’re right, Mark.”

He stays insistent. “What am I right about? Tell me explicitly.”

“I…. I like when you tell me what to do with my body. It makes me…eager. It makes me…” I trail off. How do I explain what is happening in my pants at this moment?

“It makes you fucking compliant, doesn't it?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Louder.”

“Yes!” I moan this time. “I want to… I want to do what you ask. I want you. I want to present my body to you, to please you. I want you to command me and teach me how to make you cum. Please.”

“Shit, Jane. Fuck!” He hits the steering wheel with his palm and drives faster. I feel the slap in my bones and shiver in anticipation.

We are silent for the remainder of the ride. It ...