Buffy Beaten update

“You have to do something, Ampata. Please. I can’t take it…”

Giles’s grey 1963 Citroën DS was parked outside of the motel where Ampata was staying. Giles sat behind the wheel, a pained expression contorting his face as his erection stretched his zipper. It strained to keep him in and he strained to withstand the pain of having his manhood constricted when it was so full and throbbing so hard.

Ampata sat next to him, leaning over his tented erection as if as beguiled by it as he was by her, playfully running her fingers around the outline of his bulge. She had known Giles could get enough big hard-on for her. He might’ve been an older man, but what his manners were trying to hide was a young man’s lust.

They had gone to her motel, where she had changed and he had washed off his tennis whites. While they were undressed, they’d fucked again. Then, calling a cab, they’d traveled back to the tennis club to get Giles’s car—Ampata insisting on riding with him to pay the cabbie, and practically sitting in his lap she was so close, making it so when they got into the Citroën, Giles had to fuck her all over again. But now that they were supposed to part ways, Ampata to her place, and Giles proceeding back to his house, she had gotten him hard all over again. She couldn’t take all the credit. It’d clearly been a long time since Giles had been fully sated; not that he’d forgotten how to demand all he needed to be satisfied.

“It was only twenty minutes ago when you last fucked me, Mr. Giles!” Ampata teased, mixing some scandal into her awe at his virility. “You want me to be naughty all over again now? You must think I’m some kind of streetwalker.”

“No, of course not, not at all,” Giles interjected so quickly that his words stumbled over each other. “It’s just you’ve made me rather—left me in a state of—Ampata, please do something for me. I can’t be left like this, not after how good I’ve been to you. Please. Don’t you want to do it? You’re the one who—“

“Yes, that’s right, I am!” Ampata interjected herself. “You haven’t done anything. Haven’t even invited me inside. If you don’t think I’m a streetwalker, you’re certainly treating me like one.”

That was a little unfair, since Ampata hadn’t given him a chance to do more than shift into park before she was kissing him and rubbing his cock into a rampant erection, but Giles was hardly in a position to argue.

“No, Ampata, I—“ Taking his glasses off, Giles kneaded his sinuses. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any offense. I’m not—quite sure what you want from me. But please, tell me what I can do for you, I’ll do it. I want you to be happy. I can make you happy. Please.”

Ampata made a big show of considering it. She liked Giles begging. She could really get used to it. “I need a place to stay. Not some dank, smelly motel where you stash me like some dog while you go out of town. I want to be with you. And if you like me being with you so much, why can’t I stay with you?”

“I… I frequently deal in some very delicate… that is to say… well, I suppose I could shift some things around… there’s a guest room.”

“I want a big bed,” Ampata said, smiling like a vixen. She unzipped his fly, carefully working his cock out into the relief of open air. “Big enough for us to sleep together every night. And you bring me breakfast in bed in the morning, yes? And I’ll fuck you every evening. Would you like that? I’d like that.” She wrapped her small hand around the hard, virile cock that Giles thought he would never get much use out of again.

“Oh yes, my dear, that sounds lovely,” Giles moaned as he settled back in his car seat. “There’s a good girl, Ampata… please, keep going, please…”

“You want me to suck you now? Like I’m going to do when we’re living in the same house, same bed, like man and wife?” Ampata whispered. She looked at him with mock solemnity, though the teasing way she skimmed her fingers over his hard member put the lie to how serious the question was. She knew what she was doing. She knew how good it felt to drag her hand more firmly over his length in long, hard strokes—even as a woman, it felt good having him throbbing in her hand. “You’re really hard now, Mr. Giles. You can’t go without a blowjob. You want it, don’t you? You want to let me have your cum as much as I want it from you. Don’t you?”

“Yes, Ampata, God…”

“You aren’t being a tease, are you? Giving me one little taste and then not letting me have anymore? You’ll let me keep sucking you and sucking you, just like I’m going to do now?”

“Yes, please, anything, YES!" 

There was no calculation in his voice, in indication that he was just telling her what she wanted to hear. Giles was honestly, honestly begging for it. The mighty Ripper, begging for her to suck his cock. She loved it and she would reward him for it.

Her lips curled with a lewd grin. She dropped her fist slowly down his erection, pulling his foreskin back from his cockhead, forcing the purpling helmet out for her inspection. It throbbed before her eyes, beads of precum dripping from the tip. Ampata lowered her head and took him into her lips, mewling contentedly as the taste radiated through her mouth, pungent in its sweet intensity. Giles was huge, and she stretched her lips wide to get them around his swollen length. No matter the discomfort as his huge cockhead nestled into her narrow throat, she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, rolling her tongue all over the veiny length of his manhood.

Giles moaned in sheer relief as his burgeoning erection finally found a home. He rested his hands on the back of Ampata’s head, feeling in another way how enthusiastically she plunged down on his member and came back up. “Not so hard, Ampata. Take your time. I want to enjoy it!” he laughed weakly.

But Ampata wanted his cum now. She thrust her head down faster and faster onto his maleness, taking more of it between her lips and down her throat—gagging herself, but it was worth it to have his cum aimed right at her empty stomach.

“Hh! Ttt!” As if in agony, Giles gripped the steering wheel, wrenching his hands back and forth around it, helpless in the ecstasy of how Ampata sucked him off. “I can’t hold it, Ampata! Bloody hell—it’s happening already! I’m going to come!”

The lewd gurgle of Ampata skewering her throat on Giles’s manhood filled the interior of the car as she desperately sucked away at him. Her wrist ached as she rubbed the base of his shaft, then molded her fingers to his bloated balls as she milked his cock with her throat.

“Coming… God!” A thick rush of cum shot out of Giles, filling Ampata’s throat. She gulped hungrily and pumped Giles’s balls with a slow, steady rhythm, working his load up into his shaft for her to slurp right into her mouth. “Damn!” Giles shook so hard he nearly dislodged the steering wheel as more cum spurted out to fill Ampata’s mouth. “You… you must’ve been rather hungry.”

Ampata opened her mouth, letting a little of his seed lapse out and pour over Giles’s half-hard prick. Then she swallowed and licked his cock clean again, leaving it wilted down on the leather seat, where she kissed its head.

“You can go,” Ampata grinned at him, coming up without bothering to wipe her wet, white lips. “I’ll pack my things and see you at your place. Clear some space for me, okay?”

“I, well, yes, I suppose—“ Giles looked taken aback by all that had happened while he was determined to get off. His cock had come out with Ampata barely even being his girlfriend and now, as he tucked it away, they seemed to be living together.

Ampata ran up the flagstone path to her apartment, grateful that she hadn’t bothered unpacking. With her strength, she didn’t need a man to load up her van—but wouldn’t Giles look cute as he unloaded it for her?