Chapter 12: 12. She Sees My MASSIVE Meat Rod For The First Time With A Shocked Expression

Mike went on assaulting her senses, but he was playing a far deeper game than simple physical pleasure. His hands were clamped tight to the outside of her burgundy blouse, his palms kneading the soft, heavy mounds of her breasts through the expensive fabric.

He didn’t take any button off her blouse, and he didn’t try to expose her skin. He merely squeezed and rolled and teased the fabric, creating a maddening barrier between her sensitive peaks and his warm touch.

It was also one of his calculated moves of sheer manipulation. He wanted her to feel the friction, the heat, the weight, but he also wanted to deny her the direct contact she was beginning to crave.

He was creating a pressure cooker of desire inside her, a frustration that would soon have her begging him to strip her.

But Petricia was far from oblivious. Her body slumped against him, acutely aware of every inch of him.

His hands worked her breasts, her hips pressed tight against his groin, the feeling of his hardness unmistakable. A thick, pulsing length pressed insistently against the cleft of her ass, a hard reminder of what he was and what he wanted.

’He’s not even taking off the blouse,’ she thought, a frantic, dizzying realization. ’He’s just... ribbing me...’

’He’s got me wanting it so bad that it hurts... but he’s keeping me covered.’

’Is he trying to make me crazy?’

She moved slightly, her hips brushing against the bulge of his pants unintentionally, and she gave a small, embarrassed gasp. The sensation of his cock pressing against her was both simple and unyielding, causing a wave of heat to pool deep within her core.

’Oh no...! D-don’t tell me this is his...!’

’W-why does it feel so hard and... massive...?’

"M-Mike..." she whimpered, her voice thick with a growing, frantic frustration. "Why are you... ugh..."

"Why are you doing this to me...?" Petricia said with a frustrated look. "Y-you seem like you’re trying to... hold back... but you’re already so... hard on me..."

’Hahahahaha! She fucking felt it!’ Mike laughs in his thought. ’Well, yeah, who wouldn’t feel a massive bulge behind this trouser!’

She felt the tension in his thighs, the power of his body beneath her, the way his cock seemed to respond to every movement she made. The "relief" he had promised was turning into a deliciously agonizing torture.

’I need to stop it...! But still... this is... what I want after a long time...’

Mike relaxed a bit, his hands slowed their groping on her breasts, but he didn’t lessen the pressure. He watched her face, enjoying the way her eyes were glazed with a mixture of lust and pure, unadulterated frustration.

He could see the tension in her jaw, the way her hips twitched almost imperceptibly against his hardening cock. ’There it is... the sight that I love to see when a woman starts breaking with her own desire.’

"You’re at a crossroads now, Petricia," he said, his voice lowering to a low, dangerous purr. "Might as well say what you desire right now, hahaha."

He was no longer being kind. He was offering her something.

"You can stay like this and let me keep teasing you, fondling you through this fabric while keeping you on the edge of a cliff all night long, never quite letting you fall."

"Or..."

He stopped just to let the silence hang, and his eyes bored into hers. "Or, you can give me a real release."

"You can take my fucking COCK in your fucking mouth!" Mike said it loudly. "Take the stress of a man who actually knows how to appreciate you, and then we’re done for today!"

"We’ll call it a night, we’ll say our goodbyes, and tomorrow morning, you’ll be the perfect, composed landlady of this building again!"

"Everything goes back to normal, and we will forget that last night never happened, so it’s going to be a real one night of honesty, and then the secret is yours to keep."

Petricia was frozen hearing that. Her mind was racing and her heart was thumping a frantic beat against her ribs.

’W-what is he saying...?’

’One... night...’ she thought frantically. ’A night of being really... physically... unwound...’

’I think my body will come apart if he keeps up with this teasing... this maddening friction with never any real touch on my skin...’

’Before he lets me feel him, I’ll lose my mind.’

The thought of the act was less scary than the thought of the endless agonizing tension he was creating. It was a physical pain like the empty, throbbing desire deep inside her that had to be satisfied.

’If I do it... I simply take him.’

’I think that counts as a business deal... but it felt more like a publication...’

’It’s not a whole new life, but it’s just... a moment of truth...’

Her eyes were drawn to the bulge in his trousers, representing the sheer, unyielding reality of his presence. She made the decision before she even knew she had made it.

"F-Fine... I choose to s-s-s-suck... your cock," she whispered, her voice trembling but sure.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and shining with a new, hungry resolve. "I want... I want to do that..."

"Please, Mike... just... let me feel you for one night..."

"Don’t tease me anymore and let me give you what you want so this ache finally stops."

Mike didn’t stop. He watched her give up, and his eyes gleamed with a predatory light.

"Alright then, a good choice coming from ya." He didn’t ease her off his lap, but he just took her off, his hands firm on her waist as she slid to the floor.

"Good girl," he whispered, and then he lay back on the couch, spreading his legs a little for easier access. "Now take it off."

"Let’s see what you’re packing as a faithful wife," Mike laughed.

’Here goes nothing...’ Petricia thought. ’I can still be faithful as long as this night is forgotten...’

Petricia’s fingers trembled as she worked the button and the zipper of his trousers. Her breath came in short, jagged gasps, and her face was flushed a deep, feverish red.

At last she eased the cloth down, and the tension in the air broke. ’Hopefully I can make him cum fast so that it’s going to be over sooner.’

His cock suddenly burst out of his underwear with mighty strength. It was huge, a thick, heavy pillar of dark, pulsing heat that swung forward with such force it actually grazed her cheek and the tip of her nose.

"Ohhhh...!!!" Petricia’s eyes grew wide, her breath caught in a silent gasp.

’Jackpot... her fate is already sealed.’ Mike grinned, seeing her reaction. ’It’s already too late for her now...’

’W-what is this...?!’ She paused with her hands near his thighs, and her mind spun in a dizzying whirl of shock and awe. ’T-there’s no... FUCKING way this is real...’

’This looks so scary...!’ Her mind screamed, her eyes tracing the thick throbbing veins that mapped the length of him. ’It’s... It’s massive...! I have never seen anything like it.’

She couldn’t stop the involuntary, shameful comparison that flashed through her mind, the image that came to her. She thought of Gerald, the small, underwhelming, often limp thing she had dealt with for years.

Gerald’s cock always seemed like an afterthought, a mere whisper of masculinity that left her feeling more empty than fulfilled. But this.... this was a force of nature.

This was the weight of a REAL man, the hunger of a man with the whole presence of a man.

She felt small, fragile, and even hungrier with a slight feeling of desperation against his sheer size. And in that moment, that frustration became one thing... she had to taste him.

She had to know if the sight was as overwhelming as the real thing.

Mike looked at her with his eyes that were red and heavy with a desire he no longer tried to hide. He saw the shock in her wide eyes, the way her gaze was glued to the throbbing length of him.

His fingers tangled in her blonde hair as he reached down, not to pull her, but to draw her closer. "Come on now... it’s waiting for you~!"

"Don’t just freeze up like that while staring, Petricia." His voice was a low gravelly rasp that echoed through the quiet room. "You said you wanted the frustration to stop."

"Here you go... you can be more honest to yourself," Mike chuckled. "So, take it now! Show me how much you want it."

"Yes... I will do it..." Petricia nodded.

Petricia swallowed hard, her throat dry and tight. She’d never done it this way before.

’This is too big for my mouth... but still... I’m curious because it’s the first time to feel such a massive cock!’

She had been a good wife and a woman of decorum, but all of that was slowly fading away as she felt intimidated by his sheer size. She bent forward, her knees on the carpet, her heart pounding a frantic beat against her ribs.

"T-tell me if there’s something wrong with my technique..."