David to Dee

"Dave," she purred, "you know you can tell me anything. Surely you know you can trust me not to judge you by your fantasies."

He was squirming under her touch, his eyes tightly shut, trying to avoid telling her his deepest secrets on the one hand, and on the other, hoping beyond hope that she would wring it all out of him, and accept him for what he was in the darkest corners of his psyche.

Gina was cupping his balls, lightly stroking the area just under them with her fingertips, and breathing hotly on his cockhead. Dave's mind was a blur at the sensation. His legs were spread wide as they could get, comfortably. He yearned to tell her to slip those tickling fingertips into his clenching ass, to suck on his nipples, to make him open up and feel that fulfillment he so often dreamed of.

"I...I...oh god!" he gasped," please, Gina!"

"Please what, Dave? I did it for you. Tell me, Dave. What do you think about when you're all alone at night?"

" I think about you," he gasped, hoping against hope that this would do it for her. "I think about you touching me and kissing me everywhere, and making me really feel it!"

"That's so sweet, you little liar," she exclaimed. "I'm going to find out, you know. I guess it'll just take a little longer than I hoped." She sighed. "You know, Dave, this really bothers me. I hoped that you could trust me. I wanted to fulfill your fantasies and get even closer to you." She took his cockhead into her lips and slowly sucked down his entire seven inch length, her tongue dancing on his glans, her fingers gripping his balls tighter, tighter, until he opened his eyes.

She loved that expression...the mix of desire and fear...the yearning and the guilt...it was delicious! Gina honestly wanted to learn Dave's big secret fantasy, so that she could give him as much pleasure as he'd given her over the last few weeks. His reluctance really did bother her, though.