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Control Issues

By: Cathleen



Many thanks to 'jacuzzigal' for graciously giving to me her time and effort to editing this story. I appreciate your support Jazzy. 

She couldn't remember a time when she was this nervous. While she knew she would be safe with him, she was about to do something so out of character and she couldn't quiet her nerves and she so wanted to be confident, tonight especially. She wanted him to know she wanted this, wanted to please him more then anything. They had shared this fantasy but she never thought she would actually be able to go through with it. Tonight she would. Tonight she would take another step closer to him.

Cate had always been a confident, independent woman; capable of anything she set her mind to. She had never really known failure - anytime something didn't go the way she expected or wanted, she was able to work with it. She had a sense of flexibility that nothing really was a lost cause. Cate was sure of herself, could hold her own with anyone, in any conversation or experience, she took pride in her education, her abilities and her talents. She was a successful businesswoman. She'd created her own company, started in the spare room of her small condo, she caressed and cared for that business as if it was a baby. In many respects it was; she had never taken the time to consider having a family, she didn't even take much time to have a man in her life. That was the one part life that she had no faith in herself. She tried from time to time, but it was a half-hearted attempt and she knew it. It was just easier not to think about it all, to concentrate on her craft, to keep her company growing. 

Cate was an artist once upon a time; she had a simple life back then, before becoming commercially successful. Occasionally her art seemed distant to her. She still took some time for designing and creating but more of her days were spent with business issues. No longer was she drawing, painting, sketching, making - now she was a business. Cate had made a decision years back that seemed right at the time, a large company approached her to buy her designs. They told her how they would bring her art to every home in the country, how the possibilities were endless. Cate was impressed. The decision seemed easy. She was about to sign on the dotted line, sell her name in effect, never needing to worry about money again. 'Just give me the pen,' she thought.

When it came time to sign the contract she reneged. She couldn't do it, not even for that much money. These creations were a part of her and she wasn't for sale. Plus she thought she could do the same as that company if she wanted. Okay, maybe not exactly but she knew she could make something work. She had a few friends that counseled her and she set off to make her own mark, with her own sweat and toil, not someone else's. She did it too, realizing she sacrificed more by doing it her way. Her work and integrity were worth it all, but she did give up a part of life for that success. It wasn't that she regretted doing things on her own, but that decision cost her in ways money couldn't possibly matter. 

She was alone in many aspect of her life. She was the beginning and end of the line in her company. She made all the decisions, directed all areas of her business. She was a total success financially speaking, but she was alone with that success. While she was winging from coast to coast, north to south, meeting to meeting, she ignored that restlessness inside. She knew success couldn't be measured in dollars, she knew success was about those intrinsic parts of life: how she lived not how she made a living. 

Nothing happened in her life that wasn't planned. There were no surprises in her life. She called the shots, made the decisions and made things work no matter what. She was in control of her life, and then she met him. Cate responded to him in ways she didn't know existed and it was unnerving. She felt compelled to know him, as if there was a force pulling her towards him that wasn't of her making. At first she fought it, but just like you can't change the tide she couldn't stop this compulsion. 

The men Cate had dated seemed one-dimensional compared to him. They may have been financially successful but none had that particular quality that showed her they were in touch with life on different levels. They lived their professions and while Cate was certain there were times she was guilty of the same behavior she was able to maintain a connection to her true self, that personal place that held her artistry, frivolity and romance for life. She knew how to stay connected to those parts of life, she just didn't always do so. 

John was an entrepreneur, a man of incredible substance, intellect and emotion. This was a man so sure of what he wanted and also with the resources to get it. But more then that, he was tender and giving. John was like no other man Cate had ever known and she instinctively moved towards him in all facets of her being. In the span of a few months he turned her life inside out.

John was aware of all life could be. He seemed to live every part of his life, left nothing on the table with each experience. If he wanted it he got it, though not in any self-absorbed or trite manner - he treated life with the reverence it deserved. For John each experience added to his life. Like Cate he accepted each moment no matter the result. Good or bad, it all mattered to him. He lived his life not just as a continuum of days one after the other; he lived the fullness of each day. There wasn't anything John didn't want to experience; he had a passion for everything. When he met Cate there was an instant attraction. It wasn't only physical attraction. It was also an attraction to how she saw life, that she knew there was so much more. He wanted to experience it with her. 

Cate felt an instant attraction too. He was seemingly fearless. His zest for life was like a tonic to her soul. This man lived, participated in every part of his life. She was drawn to that immediately and she wanted to do the same, with him as her inspiration. She had no idea the impact he would have upon her life. What she imagined turned out to be a fraction of the reality. The two became lovers and confidants.

John had experiences far beyond Cate's about so many things - definitely about physical pleasures. Their lovemaking was incredible certainly by her standards. She'd never had a lover like him. He was so exciting and brought out a wantonness she didn't know existed in her. He loved bringing her to new heights, new levels of living and loving. He couldn't stop, and she became an addiction to him. Each day he seemed to find another way to seduce her into life. He wanted to show her what was lying dormant inside her, the woman she didn't know was there. 

Tonight would be a special night for both of them. Cate hadn't really had many sexual fantasies but since meeting John that had changed. He unlocked that part of her, allowing her to create fantasies, some she dared to share with John. Tonight they would bring a shared fantasy to life. Her nerves were on edge. Her mind raced all day and though she willed herself to be calm it was no use. She was excited and apprehensive. Would she actually be able to go through with this? 

As Cate got ready, each task seemed to take all her concentration. She showered and dried her hair, then moved into her bedroom and looked at the clothes laid out on her bed, each garment chosen with care to please him. As she slid the thigh-high black stockings on her heart began to race. Next she put on the black lace panties and matching bra. Looking at herself in the mirror her breath caught, and she felt that stir deep inside. Her silk blouse looked like the colors of a sunset in summer. It seemed to change colors with the light. Cate pulled the black skirt on and nervously smoothed out her clothing and took a deep breath.

Next came her makeup. Not one to overdo, she applied her lipstick and liner and lightly shadowed her eyes, bringing the blue out with a sparkle. Her hair was thick and straight with a soft curl at the shoulder. She added a simple gold necklace and earrings, slipped on the black high-heeled shoes and was done. A simple and tasteful outfit, nothing to suggest what was going on inside her. As she came down the stairs the front door opened and John watched her last few steps down. He smiled softly and moved towards her, kissing her lightly. 

"You look beautiful." John's voice was almost a whisper. 

Cate could barely utter a 'thank you' to him, she took a deep breath and he smiled at her. He slipped her hand in his. As she slid into the car's passenger seat he kissed her hand and she smiled at him, beginning to feel more at ease.

They road in silence to the restaurant, no words needed. They were greeted by name at the valet and John noticed both men took lingering looks at Cate. With a simple nod of acknowledgement John placed his hand on the small of her back as they entered the restaurant. They were frequent patrons and known to the staff. As they were escorted to their table, Cate took in the room. As usual it was crowded. 

She sat and slid into the banquette and John moved in next to her. Knowing she was nervous he placed his hand on hers, caressing her softly with his thumb. He whispered to her that nothing would happen that she didn't want; he would never force anything on her. 

"I know John, I'll calm down in a moment, I promise." She let out a long breath and kissed him lightly and smiled. "I want this John. I do."

"So do I, and we will take it slowly. We have all the time in the world sweetheart." He kissed her deeply and when he broke the kiss he saw she was blushing and smiled. "Do you think you will ever not blush when I kiss you in public?" 

"I'm sorry John, I just do, I will…..". She fumbled with her words. 

"No, no stop my sweet." He placed his finger to her mouth, "there is no need for that. I was teasing you."

She surprised him by pulling his finger into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it, sucking his finger deeper into her warm mouth. He raised his eyebrows with a grin and again she blushed. He laughed. 

Their attention was drawn to the waiter; he too greeted them by name as he placed menus on the table. John ordered drinks for both of them and inquired about a certain wine before returning his attention to Cate. His eyes looked into hers deeply and he leaned closer to whisper to her. She knew what he would ask and she knew she would do it. John slid out of the booth and held his hand out to her as she stood, placing the small metal item in her hand and then kissed her lightly on the lips. 

Cate made her way to the ladies room, her legs shaking the entire way. This was the first step for her. Actually she realized she had been leading up to this since the first time she met John, the first time they made love even. But what she was going to do now was different in her mind. She was giving over control to him, and even though she trusted him this was a level of intimacy she'd never shared with anyone, much less in a public place. Cate stepped into the ladies room and sat a moment in the lounge. She gathered her thoughts and courage and stood with confidence. She would take that next step.

As John saw her returning to their table, he stood again to allow her to slip into the banquette. He looked at her with pleasure, and that gave her a sense of satisfaction and confidence. He sat very close and placed his arm around her. She nuzzled in closer still. Their drinks had been delivered and as she moved to take her drink in hand she felt it for the first time. It was subtle but she no doubt felt it. 

Her eyes immediately went to his, and the grin on his face made her blush yet again. He nonchalantly placed the small device on the table and fingered it; he played with it as he would play with her. She looked wide-eyed at him as if to convey her gall at his action. But she couldn't help let out a quiet laugh. He was grinning widely and she knew it was at her expense. He gave the button on the device another push and immediately her hips rose and as she settled he noticed her squirm.

"Something wrong, my dear?" His words dripped with sarcasm just as hers were.

"Nothing what-so-ever honey." She squirmed yet again, because he pushed that button again. Her eyes popped just a touch and she let out a very soft moan. John pulled her even closer to him. His hand reached to the buttons on her blouse and released one more. He said it just looked better, and she grinned at him. The two sat and whispered to one another a while. They both enjoyed the teasing banter, although it seemed John had the upper hand there too – well, more like the upper finger as he continued to press the button at his whim.

The waiter returned with salads and then took their dinner order. His eyes were on Cate and John didn't miss the waiter's long inhaling breath, John had taken one a moment earlier, smelling that unmistakable musky scent he knew so well. It hung heavily in the air at their table. Another short push on the control and Cate bore down on the leather seat and a quick 'oh' came from her mouth. Still the waiter had his eyes on her. John enjoyed watching Cate blush from the attention and was feeling a manly sense of pride that she was his, and tonight she was giving more of herself to him. The waiter could only look.

The couple ate leisurely. There was the occasional soft but quick kiss. As Cate fed John her tomatoes, he opened his mouth as her fork approached and closed around it with his eyes never leaving hers. He could see her lips part slightly as she drew in a breath, holding it until she felt that now familiar sensation between her legs. Another moan escaped her mouth as she pressed against him, letting that hot breath out close to his mouth. Her lips touched his lightly and her tongue slid over his lips before pressing into his mouth. As his finger pressed the button her hand dropped to his lap. She felt his arousal and he heard hers. She was beginning to feel a touch brazen, a feeling very new to her.

Their private moment was interrupted as the restaurant's manager came by to see his friends. John had known Mike for years and invited him to sit for a while. Mike was sitting somewhat close to Cate and the three chatted quietly and easily. When John gave that little button a press Cate reacted just as she had all evening, Mike couldn't help but notice her body move and her breath become short. He eyed John and then that small but potent device; the men exchanged knowing smiles and Cate's head dropped with another blush, she had a fleeting moment of nervousness. John slipped his arm around her and his finger caressed her jaw line then he lifted her head up.

"No need to hide your face my sweet Cate. We're all friends here." John's voice was playful enough for her to show her shy smile even though she was biting her lip. 

"I'll leave you two to enjoy yourselves." Mike looked at John with a knowing glance, and then added "perhaps we can have a drink together after your meal." 

He was about to swing out of the banquette when John slid the remote control closer to Mike, hitching his chin as if to say 'give it a press my friend.' Cate's eyes widened and when Mike pressed the button, she again gasped and squirmed. Mike grinned at John and then gave Cate a soft kiss on her cheek. He whispered "how lovely my dear" and then left the couple. She squeezed John's hand tightly. 

"John, I can't believe you let him do that! What are you trying to do to me?" Cate pressed her chin against his chest with a nervous giggle. There was a slight conflict inside her.

He knew she wasn't really upset, just out of her comfort zone. But he knew she trusted him and he'd never do anything to betray that, ever. His arms encircled her and he felt her melt closer to him. All was well. They sat close and whispered to one another, it was so very intimate. John toyed with her as they waited for their meal and by the time it arrived Cate wasn't interested in the least. She wanted to leave, wanted to be with John, alone and in private. Her arousal was apparent – physically as well as emotionally. John fought the urge to take her home and make love; he fought the urge to take her right then and there too.

Dinner was delicious as usual, and they shared their meals with each other, feeding one another. Each time it heightened their passion, as did those touches on the button. John enjoyed being in control of her. He noticed she was becoming more openly aroused and he loved it. Cate slipped her hand to his crotch and began to stroke him but John reached down and removed it. He would deny her that pleasure for now. When he saw the look on her face, he knew it frustrated her even more. It was just what he wanted.

There was something more he wanted now, something they hadn't talked about but was sure she would do. She had shared with him how much she liked going just a little further; testing her limits, pushing them a bit. Now was one of those times. Cate was very relaxed in his arms, her legs stretched out on the seat, leaning into John and sipping her wine. John hadn't pressed that button in a while. His hands had been busy caressing her thighs under the table, and now with her turned into his body his arms around her, he slipped one hand into her blouse and let his fingers roam across her breasts. She pressed back to him harder and placed a hand on his arm, guiding it to do more. Cate was surprised by her own actions, to be so open in public gave her a sense of daring.

His hand squeezed her breast and then his finger slipped inside her bra and circled her nipple very lightly, feeling it grow and harden with his touch. Cate's head dropped back a bit and turned to place kisses on his neck and under his chin, anywhere she could reach. Her hand once again went to his crotch and once again he removed it, whispering that he'd tell her when and if she could do that, reminding her he was in control tonight. She moaned her agreement, the frustration so sweet. He whispered what he wanted next, and he heard a slight catch in her breath followed a moan of pleasure. Cate swung her legs down to the floor and straightened as John stood, again his hand out to assist her. 

She stood looking up into his eyes and she saw delight. He sensed it made her happy to see and was pleased. She kissed him softly and walked off through the dining room. She concentrated on her goal, his request. Mike noticed her make her way towards the ladies room and approached her, his arm bent in a gentlemanly invitation to escort her. He gave her a sly smile and when she began to blush he chuckled and placed another soft kiss upon her cheek, this time his hand caressing her face too. Cate was surprised and quietly thanked him. Then she slipped inside to do as John had asked.

Once again John held her hand as she sat down again, slipping in behind her closely. His hand moved to her thigh. She placed her own over his and then gave him what he was looking for. His fingers drifted over the lace and he could feel her heat still held in the fabric. He kissed her long and slow. When he broke the kiss, he brought her panties close to their face and drank in her scent. His finger played on her lips as he smiled at her. They were so turned on it was taking strength not to devour each other right there. She felt such wantonness inside it surprised her, but it was there. 

They continued touching, kissing and whispering to one another, John knew she wanted to leave, knew she was on the edge. He would keep her there. He loved keeping her there. John's hand caressed her leg under the table. She moaned softly and squirmed and when he lifted her leg, guiding it over his she let out a long breath. She pressed against him, quietly begging him to touch her, to give her some relief. She was pleading with her eyes, and he grinned at her. He wasn't done with her at all. It wasn't relief he had in mind.


Control Issues



It's snowing out and you're in the computer lab locking up at the end of your office hours. Your last student just left. It's dark outside and you're worried about driving your new car in the snow. You're also distracted because your favorite student blew off his study session. You wait until like 8:30, and say "Fuck it, I'm going home." Just then the door swings open and he walks in, covered in snow. He locked his keys in his car and he walked about a mile to get there. "I'm really sorry," he says. And you smile and think, "I have him just where I want him."

He's standing in front of you, shivering with no car keys. You wait, look him over, and wait some more, pretending to be mad.

He says "My extra set of keys is at my friend's house. Could you please give me a ride?"

"Now I really have him," you say to yourself. "Sure, but you're driving." And you toss him the keys.

So you both walk out the door and the snow has really picked up. There's like six inches on the ground and the plows are going up and down the street. Your make him walk in front of you, watching his bulky frame going down the steps. Your car is around the corner and when you get to it, you open the trunk and hand the snowbrush to him, cross your arms and wait for him to get to work. "I'm gonna make him earn this ride," you think.

Soon the car's cleaned off, warmed up and you're cruising down the avenue. You're a little nervous and need a smoke, so, without warning him, you reach under his seat and brush your hand against his leg. He jumps a little, and you can see him just turn his head to you in the dark. You pull out a smoke and think, "I've been waiting too long for this; let's fuck with him a little."

You change your mind and decide to put the smokes back, slipping your hand down behind his muscular calf again. When the back of your hand brushes against his pants, you realize they are soaking wet, and cold. "You're freezing. And you're shaking. Are you OK?"

You put both of your hands on top of his thigh and rub it, trying to warm him up. His leg muscles are huge.

Fifteen minutes later you're in the apartment of a friend, another lacrosse player, who is out for the night. You're on the couch and he's in the bathroom, changing into a pair of sweats.

It's a typical college apartment -- foosball table, beer signs, and dirty dishes in the sink. You're coat is off and you are excited but nervous, hands a little clammy. You realize that you are as horny as you've been in a while, and you recall the last time you thought of him, at home, in bed with a vibrator on your clit, imaging his face buried between your legs. You close your eyes for 10 seconds. When you open them, he's standing in front of you.

He's wearing his friend's sweats and a T-shirt, which are both a little small. His waist is at eye-level, and you can see the outline of his cock pushing through the material.

You look up in his face and he's looking down at you, still shivering. Your hands go behind his knees and you pull him closer, grinning up. He looks nervous but you can see that his penis start to grow, pushing the sweats out. You let go of his legs, lean back on the couch and stretch your legs out, wrapping them around his ankles. He's a little unsteady on his feet, probably from being cold, half dressed, and excited. The fact that you're pinning him to the couch helps, too.

Again you look up at him and ask "What's wrong – are you OK," nodding up to his growing cock. 

"What do you want to see?" you ask, smiling at him.

He hoarsely whispers, "You."

You unbutton your top button. "Is that enough?"

He shakes is head no.

You remove two more, just showing him your lace bra.

You look down from his face, past his muscular arms and chest and back to the sweats. His cock is pushing out about 9 inches and pulsing up and down. His breathing is heavy and you ask, "Want more?"

You unbutton the rest of your shirt, arch your back and it slides down your sides. Your nipples are sticking up, pushing through your black lace bra. They are rock hard, so hard they hurt. You watch his eyes roam over your tits as you slowly push them together, staring up at him. You put your hand up to his cock and flick it a little. The feeling of the cotton rubbing against the head makes him lean over and groan. You move your legs and he loses his balance, falling on his ass in front of you. This breaks the tension and you both have a laugh.

He gets up on his hands and knees and crawls toward you. You're still leaning back watching him, waiting for his next move.

You slowly sit up. He can't take his eyes off you – looking from your face to your chest. You can tell he's just as horny as you are, maybe more. Before you can sit all the way up, he's pushing you back down with his hands on your shoulders. He puts his face right up to yours – you can smell the snow on him – and starts kissing you hard. Your lips are locked together and you're moaning into mouths, sliding your tongues together, knocking teeth. 

This goes on for like 10 minutes, just kissing and sucking on necks, ears and lips.

He's whispering in your ear and sucking on your smooth earlobes. He's telling you how much he's wanted you, how sexy you are and how just being next to you makes him hard. You're saying similar things to him and arch your back again, to take off your bra. 

He softly places his big hand on your stomach. "Shhhh, we have plenty of time. My friend won't be home for hours."

You sink back into the couch, and he gets right in front of you and kisses your neck again. Softer this time, more deliberate. He gently runs his lips over you cheeks and the nape of your neck -- nibbling at your skin.

He's on his knees and your legs are on either side of his hips and he leans in and pulls you toward him, until you can feel his cock mashing against your crotch. 

Your breath gets ragged when he starts kissing down you collarbone, toward the front of your neck, working his way to the base of the bone and softly running his tongue and lips on your skin.

You can feel your pussy getting wetter, leaking into your panties. You felt warm down there the minute he walked into the room, earlier at school, so your jeans are now soaked with your juices.

He tickles the top of your cleavage with his fingers, and runs them over your lace-covered tits. He drums his fingers over them until he brushes a nipple, pushing up through the fabric. You shudder and catch your breath. He pinches it lightly and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger and you squirm under him. Then he does the same to the other nipple and you moan. This drives you wild and you can't help but push yourself into his cock, grinding it against him. He pulls back a little and smiles.

HE'S smiling at YOU now. 

He backs away and grabs his wet jeans from the floor next to the couch. He sits up and dangles a set of keys between his fingers.

He tells you he never lost his keys at all, but knew you'd let him seduce you given the right opportunity. But he never expected you to try and seduce him. 

You want to get up and walk out but you are so fucking wet. Your nipples are aching. You're practically panting, not with anger, but with -- there's no other word -- lust. Right then, you know you're going to let him inside you. You're going to fuck him; there's no turning back.

You wrap your arm around his neck and start kissing him even harder than before, jamming your tongue in his mouth, trying to suck the air out of him. He's kissing you back, tasting your tongue. You feel his hands tugging at the button on your jeans, ripping your fly down. 

You go to help him and he pushes your hands away. He's not just taking your clothes off, he's stripping you. Soon your jeans are around your ankles and he's lifting you, pulling off your pants. Your legs are dangling off the couch and on either side of him. 

Slowly he pulls his sweats down and his meat pops out. It's so hard it's purple. He steps toward you and puts it right in front of your lips. You take the head in your mouth and can feel it twitch.

You both know that if you do this too long he'll explode, but it tastes too good. The head is huge and you have to open your mouth wide to get the whole thing in. But he won't let himself give in, even though it feels so good, and he pulls away.

Crouching down over you he starts to run his hands over your silky breasts, still in the bra. When he slips his thumb over your nipple again, you shudder and start to whimper. Your nipples are so sensitive and fat, you can't help but groan and grind your ass into the couch and tell him how good that feels.

He gets back on his knees, leans his head forward and locks onto your right nipple, pulling at it lightly with his teeth through the lace. Then he moves to the left, doing the same as he squeezes the other, wet with his saliva.

You're thrashing and calling his name and asking him to touch your pussy, saying "pussy" out loud like a slut, begging him to put his fingers in you. Soon he has your bra unsnapped and he takes his sweats all the way off, as well as his shirt. You're running your hands all over his body and he begins licking your stomach, along your waistline, down and down... 

He scratches lightly up and down your sides and nibbles toward you belly button and the top of your sticky panties. His tongue slips under the waistband and he runs it around to one hip and the other, dipping his tongue in deeper when he passes over your pussy.

A tongue tip slips lower, over your panties down to the wet spot and it cradles itself in your sexy cleft, rolling over your lips as you hyperventilate. He kneels up to your face and kisses you again, asking permission to expose you. You hum into his mouth and pull your hips up off the couch and he slowly lowers the wet lingerie.

He spreads your legs and your pink, wet pussy is open before his eyes.

"I want to taste you."

You lean back and get ready to be eaten. It's been too long since you had a tongue on your slit. 

He sits down on the floor and pulls you forward and has you drape your legs over his shoulders. You are just inches from his face. Your pussy lips are open and your clit is sticking out, glistening. He blows on it just a little. And you whimper, begging for his tongue. He has other plans; he wants to go slow.

He blows light breaths on your clit and up and down your lips, all over. Your hips are bucking and you feel as though you could cum right there. You feel his tongue swipe all the way up your slit, from the edge of your ass, until he stops just below you clit. He's teasing you; he knows you're ready to burst but wants to stretch it out.

You close your eyes and wait for his next move, trembling. A tongue jabs at one of your lips, running up the side and back down slowly. It switches to the other side, just grazing your engorged clit.

Now it's flicking all over your pussy, everywhere but your clit. The flicking gets faster as he slides the tip of his tongue, wet with your juices, everywhere. You're thrashing again, calling his name, saying "please...please."

Please, what?"

"Suck it."

"Suck what; I want to hear you say it."

"My clit...please...I need it. It's been so long."

He puts the tip of his tongue right on your sensitive nub and pushes hard, eventually going in circles. It feels electric, and the waves of pleasure are washing over you. Every time you're on the verge of cumming, he slows down and lightly blows on you, still teasing.

You feel his tongue enter you and it twists it back and forth and you start pushing against his face, grinding your pelvis against his chin. It's long and comes to a sharp point, and he stabs it into you as twitching waves start coming up your legs. 

You tell him you're going to cum and he pops his tongue out of you and flicks it on your clit heavily, heavenly, up-and-down, side-to-side, taking it in his mouth for a second and nibbling on it, blowing, licking again. You can't take it anymore and you stiffen up and start trembling. You are cumming, harder then you ever have before, moaning so loud the neighbors can hear you. Your ass is pushing up off the couch and you're thrashing with abandon. He has to hold you down to keep his mouth on you.

Your orgasm lasts for at least a minute and he sits back and watches you twitch. When you open your eyes, his face is right in front of you, covered in your essence. He kisses you and you can taste yourself on his lips.

He puts his arms around you and you both laugh and talk.

His cock is standing up straight. You stroke it and feel the fluids leaking from the big head. You want him inside you right away, so you switch positions and climb up on his lap. It's been a long time since you've had a cock this big in you, so you know it may take a couple minutes for him to get all the way in.

You hover over his cock, sliding it along your lips, teasing him now. He begs to be inside you and you oblige, impaling yourself on him. The head pushes in and stretches you. You're so wet that the rest slides in without much effort and soon he's filling you to your core. 

He grabs you by the waist and pulls you up, almost off, and rubs his head against the edge of your lips, before pumping you down again. You feel as though you could cum and let him know, asking him why he hasn't cum yet.

"Soon enough, but I want you to do it again," he says, and slowly pushes you down, deeper than before, holding you tight. You're twitching again, preparing for a bigger orgasm, when you see the bedroom door open across from you. His friend, who was in the house the whole time, watching, walks out of the room grins at you.

He has nothing on but a pair of boxers and he's well built, like an athlete, a little shorter and more muscular than your student, with shaggy hair. Sticking out of his shorts is a very thick penis, not as long as the one buried in you, but much wider. You're startled for a second, but the cock inside you feels too good to stop. Besides, your friend is holding your waist tight, sucking on your nipples.

He takes the nipple out of his mouth and whispers in your ear, "This is Sean. I told him how sexy you are and he wants to be with you, too. Is that OK?"

You shake your head yes, and give in. You know you're not a slut every day, but for now you're going to be one. You're going to allow two young men to have their way with you, one you've never met. For just this once you're going to let your inhibitions go and let them fuck and suck you. No one will ever know and it will only happen this once ... you think.

Just then, looking at one big cock, another buried in you, you cum so much stronger than before, bucking up and down on his cock so hard he has to hold you down. You're babbling about how good it feels, and his friend walks up to you and slides his cock in your mouth.

It's so big, your lips are open wide and he's pushing it in as far as you'll let him. You're still cumming and bouncing on the first cock. Your muffled moans fill the room. You have one long cock all the way in your pussy and another fat one shoved lewdly in your mouth and your tits are swaying. You feel another wave hit, just as your student tells you he's gonna cum. You can't get up fast enough, or don't want to, and feel him squirting his seed inside you, splashing up against the walls of your pussy.

You feel the cock in your mouth start to twitch and his friend can't hold back. He pulls put of your mouth and jacks his salty cum all over you tits, nipples and the back of the couch.

Your student is still inside you; he's moaning into your ear, telling you how amazing it feels, like nothing he's ever experienced before. You feel him squeezing his cock, draining the rest into your pussy, and little electric shocks pulse deep inside you and on your nipples. You're breathing through your mouth; still mumbling about how that was the best orgasm you've ever had.

"That's just the beginning." You look up and Sean is staring into your eyes, his semi-erect cock right in front of your face. 

"Let's get you cleaned up," he says, and the student pulls out of you. You shudder because your slit is still humming. Arms pull you up. You're unsteady on your legs as they lead you to the bathroom. 

A minute later you're in the shower, hot water spraying all over your shoulders, swollen tits and stomach. Sean is behind you, washing your back as you lean into his friend, your arms around his shoulders, kissing him. Sean's hands are all over your body now, running soap on your breasts, your ass and between your legs. Once you're cleaned up, Sean slips his thumb into your hot slit from behind, rubbing your clit in circles with his index finger.

You push back into Sean's hand, groaning into his friend's neck. Just when you think you're about to cum again, the water shuts off and you're standing on the cool tiles. The boys are drying you off with fluffy, clean towels kissing your warm neck. You feel like you could fall asleep right there, but they have other plans...

Your student takes you in his arms and carries you into the bedroom, from where Sean watched you get seduced earlier. He sets you down on the bed and slips next to you, kissing your lips slowly, exploring your mouth with his long tongue.

"Do you want more of this?" he whispers, and you nod yes. 

The bed creaks, and a Sean's finger enters you, curling up toward your G spot as the student kisses the nape of your neck, your shoulders and lips. He slips in behind you so your both sitting up on the bed, his legs on either side of you, watching as Sean slides another finger into your soaking wet hole.

The student puts his fingers in your mouth, gets his digits wet and starts to gently squeeze your hard nipples. He kisses the back of your neck and you twist your head around searching for his lips, as he slowly tickles your belly.

A pillow is slipped under your ass and Sean leans down and kisses your pussy, as if he was making out with a woman – turning his head sideways and pushing his lips into you hard, soft, then with force again, sliding his tongue in as far as it will go, so far that the tip of his nose is jammed against your clit.

You eyes are closed and you can feel four hands on your body, fluttering against your breasts and nipples, in and out of your pussy and up and down your legs. Behind your eyelids you see a myriad of colors, pinks and purples swirling together with bright whites and you feel another powerful orgasm building in your toes, slowly carrying up your legs.

Sean is going to town now, as you tell him how much you love to be eaten. He gets the hint and flutters his tongue against your clit, faster than the student did. You start bucking -- jamming your pelvis up to meet his lips. You want to cum so bad and can feel it boiling up toward Sean's mouth, your slit.

In your drowsy state, you hear Sean say, "Turn her over, I have to get inside her," and the student gently asks if it's OK. All you can do is nod.

They quickly flip you over, on all fours. His hard cock is right at your mouth and Sean's penis is pushing against your slit. At once they slide their cocks into each hole. You open wide to get your mouth around one huge, erect head as you feel a wide cock, thicker than any you've had in you before, opening you up from behind, slowly boring into you. 

A muffled groan comes from your lips, half pain, half ecstasy, and Sean slows down so you can get used to his monster invading you. "Just a little more, Baby; you're gonna love it," he assures you, and you feel your student's hands softly running over your shoulders, reassuring you. 

You take his penis from you mouth and wrap your hands around it, rubbing your spit into the head. This drives him wild. Sean pulls out a little and pushes back in, trying to open you more. You lower your head and start sucking your student's balls, licking the smooth skin. You also start to push your ass back into his friend, timing it to meet his thrusts. It's painful, but you're determined to get it all the way in. Sean places his hands on your hips and lets you do the work, grinding back into him.




Control Issues



You're on all fours, sucking one man's balls and pushing back into another man. A powerful orgasm has been building in you for a while and you know it's going to hit hard. The student gently takes your chin and lifts it up, reintroducing his cock to your mouth just as Sean hits bottom – he's all the way inside you and you feel more stuffed then you have ever been.

Sean thrusts forward and the cock in your mouth goes deeper. You gag and pull up, but from behind Sean lightly pushes the back of your head down toward his friend, encouraging you to swallow as much as you can. You ignore your gag reflex and breathe through your nose, allowing this long cock to snake its way down your throat. 

Out of nowhere your orgasm hits, a powerful wave of warmth all over. Your nipples, if possible, get longer and your body is shaking with abandon. You scream, but the sound is blocked by the cock deep in your throat. You let it take over. You thrash and buck as Sean pounds in and out of your pussy, fast, over and over. Your eyes are closed and the colors you saw earlier are now a kaleidoscope of hues, spinning and mixing together.

Simultaneously you hear both men start to groan, and you pull the penis out of your mouth and see it spurt warm cum down your neck and on your lips as Sean erupts all over your ass and lower back.

Thirty minutes later you're in the back seat of Sean's car cuddling with your student. You don't feel dirty at all, rather satisfied and proud, like a woman who just fulfilled a long-time fantasy. The snow has stopped and the streets are cleared as they drop you at your car. As you go to get out, Sean asks, "Do you have class tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Good. At 10 a.m., I'll be outside your building, on the avenue in a taxi. Get in the cab; we're taking you somewhere. Wear a skirt and don't speak unless you're spoken to."

You want to protest, to tell this guy to fuck off, but the thought of those two big cocks is enough to make you say, "Yes Sir." 

All through class the next morning you can hardly concentrate. The memories of last night's session with your student and his friend won't leave your head. Also, your pussy is throbbing from a mix of pain from last night and anticipation of what will happen after class. 

Your student sits in the front row through your lecture, nodding toward the clock every so often, smiling at you with mischief in his eyes. Your mouth is dry and you're feeling a little lightheaded, so you ask the class to do some writing on their own. He catches your eye as you head out the door, into the hall and toward the bathroom, and he's soon on your heels. He puts his hand on the small of you waist in the busy hall, with students and faculty all around, and you try to push it away. He cups your waist harder and whispers in your ear, "Be outside in 10 minutes." 

A Yellow Cab idles outside the building and the back door opens as you approach. You lean in and your student is waiting. Right away he pulls you toward his chest and you burrow your head into his wool sweater, giggling. 

The cab pulls away and you hear a familiar voice say "227 Martin." The voice belongs to Sean, the guy with the huge cock that was stuffed in you less than 18 hours ago. Rounding out the foursome is the driver, a Haitian man.

Sean smiles at you, and you nod back, embarrassed. You wish that the student picked you up alone and you didn't have to deal with his friend. The student puts his hand under your chin and kisses you on the lips gently, letting each kiss last seconds before starting again. This goes on for the ride to through the city – just the two of you lost in one another's lips.

You are at the door of a classy-looking brownstone and Sean rings the bell. An oak door swings open and a gorgeous young Hispanic woman in a classic maid's outfit invites you into a sitting parlor. The woman smiles and asks if she can take your coat and purse and you look to your friend, who says it's OK.

The maid walks away and the two guys watch her. You turn and see her teardrop-shaped ass swaying down the hall. 

Sean leaves the room and you and the student are served hot tea at a small couch. He's holding your hand and stroking your leg, and you're talking together in hushed tones about the night before. A red sports car zips past the window and into the driveway and soon an attractive couple walk into the room wearing white tennis outfits.

"Sorry we're late," the wife says and introduces herself. I'm Evelyn Van Riper and this is my husband, Mark. You must be our friend's teacher we've been hearing so much about.

You look over to the student but he's moved down the couch and pulled his hand away. He's looking at Evelyn, not you. She's a classic beauty: blonde, tall, no makeup, high cheekbones and hypnotic blue eyes. She looks to be about 40, maybe younger, and is very fit, with smooth, tan legs and breasts that look like they are large, mashed into a sports bra.

Her husband is older, in his mid-50s, but also looks younger and fit, like a man who has money and takes care of himself. He is also very attractive, ruggedly handsome with a white smile. He doesn't say anything, just stands beside his wife in his tight tennis shorts. You sneak a glance down and see an enormous bulge in his shorts. His penis must be huge, you think.

Evelyn follows your gaze and winks at you.

"Let's get down to business. Mark and I are sex therapists and people from around the world come to us to break old habits, learn to be more open or try different things in the bedroom. We have a very high success rate. I know there's something we can do for you."

You open your mouth to protest, but Evelyn puts her well-manicured finger to her lips. "Shhhh. You're here for a reason." You look over to your student, but he's avoiding your gaze, looking at this older woman. 

"The reason you're here is because we've heard from several of your students that you are a person who has to be in control of each situation and always has to win an argument. I surmise you have a difficult time giving up that control in many situations. You're a stubborn pain at times, correct?" 

Now you're pissed. You glare back at Evelyn, jump to your feet and get ready to put her in her place, but she laughs at you, before you can speak. Your face is crimson and you get up to leave.

"SIT DOWN," she bellows.

For some reason you obey.

"Good girl. That's a good start. What we're going to do today – and we don't have much time – is turn you into a malleable woman who will do what's asked of her without question. We won't do this through hypnosis or punishment, but simply through bribery. It's quite simple: I have something you want and you'll do anything to keep it, and I mean anything. By the end of the day, you will perform acts you've never dreamed of with people you may never see again in order to hold onto something very important to you."

What the hell is she talking about, you think.

A pocket door slides open across the room and the maid comes in carrying a tray with three snifters on it. "Thank you, Lucia," the woman says, "Draw the drapes and take Mr. Van Riper upstairs."

The room darkens a little and Evelyn offers glasses to you and your student. 

"This is a liqueur that my husband and I make; it will make you more comfortable. Please drink to the bottom."

It's peppery and cool, with the consistency of schnapps and it warms your throat a bit and makes your eyes water.

Soon that warm sensation has traveled down to your stomach and out your arms and legs. Your forehead is perspiring. Your nipples begin to get hot and you can feel your groin tingle, as if your lips are opening slightly.

"As I said before, I have something you want. You looked disbelieving before. If we're to get started, I suppose I have to prove this to you right away."

Evelyn, sitting across from you reaches under her skirt and pulls her white panties down her long legs. She tosses then in your lap. 

"Come here, ____, and do what I taught you."

She knows him? She knows his name? What the fuck, you think.

Your student gets up and walks over to this beautiful woman, kneels down, pulls up her skirt and buries his face between her legs.

You want to get up, but your legs feel like Jell-O. You're dizzy and your body is on fire. All you can do is watch as the young man you want to be with is sucking her off.

She pushes his head hard into her pussy and looks you right in the eyes.

"Ooooh. Ummm. Eat me, just like I taught you," she says, never breaking her gaze.

"Last night, after my boy here fucked you, he came over here and I sucked your juices off his dick. Ohhhhhh. Yes, suck it right there," she coos. "Isn't he good at sucking pussy? AHHHHH. OHHHHH. I taught him everything he knows."

You sit there with your mouth open, appalled and excited at the same time. You're too out of it to move, but you can't stop watching.

"He told me all about how you love to have a man go down on you," she says, running her fingers through his spiky blonde hair, grinding into him.

Her eyes roll back into the back of her head and she starts cumming, loudly screaming, as the student finishes her off. 

She dismisses him. It's just the two of you in the room. She's panting, catching her breath. 

"I know how you feel about him. Do as I say today or you'll never see him again. Cooperate and he can be yours for as long as you like." 

In a haze, you're led down a narrow set of stairs to the basement and shown to a large room at the end of a long hall. There's a double bed with several heavy wooden chairs around it, a bare light bulb in the ceiling.

The door closes behind you and you hear the lock click. You sit on the bed and wonder what you've gotten yourself into. Your breathing slows but your body is on fire. You hear people talking through the walls, and an occasional cry of pleasure.

After about 20 minutes, the door quietly opens and your student slips into the room. You hug him and ask what's going on. Just go along with it, he says, and it will be something you never forget. Give in and allow them to take you. Evelyn and Mark will bring you places you've never been. He kisses you again and his face smells like soap. 

"Don't worry; I'll always be in the room, watching."

Evelyn opens the door wearing a long silk robe that's slightly open. Her hair is damp, as if just out of the shower. Your student fades into the shadows. 

"Strip."

"What?"

"Strip -- right now."

You hesitate and she motions to your friend who gets behind you and starts to remove your clothing, pulling your shirt over your head and unfastening your skirt.

You're standing there in your bra and panties and the student looks to her for direction.

"Continue."

He unclasps your bra and your heavy tits spill out. Your nipples are long and fat. He slides your panties down your legs and you step out of them.

"Evelyn is smiling at you, taking in your body with her eyes. "I can see you're attracted to our young friend. He's attracted to you, too, very much so. He always talks about your little, tight ass, and how you walk around class, jutting those nice tits out." 

"OK, now eat her."

Your student pushes you down to the bed, climbs between your legs and starts to suck your pussy, running his tongue up and down your lips, as he did last night. You are so warm down there and your juices start to run out of you, into his mouth.

You won't last very long, you know this. His tongue feels heavenly, flicking over your clit as he moans into your core.

Evelyn drags a chair over to the head of the bed and whispers in your ear, "Don't you dare cum until I say it's OK."

You shake your head from side to side and block her out, preparing for a big orgasm.

"Don't ignore me. Hold off from cumming."

You hardly hear her, because your climax is about to hit.

"GET OFF HER RIGHT NOW!" she orders your student and he complies, pulling his mouth away from you. You whimper with frustration and he stands up, his face wet with your juices.

"Get over here." 

He walks over to her and she kisses him, then grabs him by the belt, and rips his pants open, pulling out his cock, which grows in her hand.

Her face is less than a foot from yours; she turns her head to you and says, "You'll cum when I tell you. Next time listen to me," and pops his cock into her mouth.

She swirls her tongue around the big head, jacking his shaft, never taking her eyes off you. Whatever she's doing, it works, because he's humping her mouth within seconds, breathing heavily. Suddenly he's screaming low, cumming down her throat. You watch with disgust and envy, as she pulls his spent penis from her mouth and smiles.

"You will do what I say from here on, or I'll have him fuck me next, understand?"

"Yes." 

She stands up and looms over you, her pendulous breasts falling out of her robe just above your face. Her pink areolas are wide, topped with puffy nipples. "Suck it," she says, and pushes a big tit to your lips.

Out of the corner of your eye you see your student in a chair, watching, stroking his flaccid cock back to life.

You open your mouth and accept her breast. She gets on the bed and straddles your chest, pushing her tits in your face as she reaches behind you tickling your pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" 

"Ummm hmmm" is all you can say because she's running her huge tits all over your lips.

"Let's see how I can help. You see, the reason you're friend is so good at sucking pussy is because he learned from me. And I'm very good at it," she says as she slips a finger into you.

She slides down your body and takes a thigh in each hand, spreading them wide open. Your friend takes the seat next to the bed and puts his hand on your shoulder, telling you that you're gonna love it.

You close your eyes and wait for her to get to work.

She starts by putting all her fingers on your lips, pulling you open, exposing you even more. This causes your juices to flow out, all over the sheets. A tongue passes into your hot slit, caressing your inner walls. You are spread wide, a beautiful woman is poised between you legs and your lover is massaging your shoulders.

"You are SO wet. Make sure you don't orgasm until I say it's OK," she says.

She uses the tip of her tongue to lightly rub all over your pussy, barely making contact, but sending electric shocks throughout your body. Hot breaths are blown all around your lips and onto your clit.

You're making guttural sounds into your lover's mouth, doing your best to hold off the climax.

"Do you like to have your pussy sucked?"

"OOOHHHH, Yes!"

She runs her quivering tongue up and down your pussy.

"Are you a dirty girl?"

"Mmmmm hmmmm."

She inserts a finger inside you.

"Who is in charge here, my dirty girl."

"AHH! AHH! You are."

"And you'll cum when I let you, not before?"

"Yes. OHHHH!"

"Good," she says, and sticks a second finger in you, pumping them.

Your lover places kisses all over you face, and you look down and see his cock getting hard again.

She takes your clit in between her lips and stretches it into her mouth, clamping down over your pussy so she has suction. You can feel her mouth fill with a little saliva as she sucks in and out, pulling your nub down toward her throat and pushing it back. It's fluttering back and forth in her liquid-filled mouth. She speeds up until you are about to cum, and then slows down, moaning "Not yet" into you.

It's like nothing you've felt before and you're thrashing on the bed, screaming and pulling at the sheets, searching for your lover's cock with your hands. 

You want to cum so bad, but his experienced woman is playing you, keeping pace with the waves that wash over you, staving off your orgasm. 

After a few minutes she takes the grip off your clit and kisses your pussy all over, taking the time to suck and lick every crevice. She looks up and sees that the student's cock is rock hard and takes pity on you.

"Do you want to cum on his cock?" she asks.

"Please."

He quickly positions you under him and his penis slides right. You look to your side and Evelyn is right there encouraging the two of you. You start to ride his cock, picking up speed and biting your lip, waiting for Evelyn to say the word, to let you cum. You've given up, and you're allowing this woman to control you.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Please."

"Will you do what we tell you for the rest of the day?"

"Yes, anything, just please let me..."

With one hand Evelyn strokes your buttocks; with the other she reaches into the nightstand, opens a jar of Vaseline and dips her middle finger in. She snakes it up your ass.

"Go ahead. CUM!"

The room goes black.

The rest of the day is a lusty haze of memories.

You wake spooning with your lover. Crisp new sheets are on the bed and someone took the time to sponge you down and comb your hair. Your eyes are heavy and your limbs feel a little numb but your pussy is still tingling, as are your nipples. There are two empty snifters on the nightstand and your mouth has that same peppery taste. Your lover is snoring lightly into the back of your neck. You turn to face him, pull back a little and watch him sleep. He's so handsome. He wakes and smiles at you. You lie there and kiss until you both drift back to sleep.

The next time you open your eyes, you are tied to the bed with smooth scarves. A fifth scarf is around your eyes. You hear your lover's voice and a few others but can't see anyone. The fact that he's in the room reassures you. At once everyone is quiet. You can hear them breathing, but no one says a word. From the voices you heard before, you figure there must be six people in the room, at least, men and women. Chairs are dragged across the floor, closer to the bed. And you feel two sets of hands placed on either side of your torso. Could it be your lover and Evelyn? Her husband? The maid? Sean from the other night? Strangers? You have no way of knowing. You fight against the scarves, but they only get tighter.

"Please calm down, my dear, and stop struggling," Evelyn says from somewhere in the void.

The hands start lightly tickling your stomach, running up either side of your torso and down your legs. Another pair of soft hands strokes your hair and temples. Three faceless people are pampering you, scratching their way over your torso and along the tops of your legs.

You settle in and relax and allow them to have their way, giving up a little more control. The thought of your lover/student in the room makes you feel safe and it also heightens your excitement, knowing that he's watching these people seduce you.

A warm mouth suckles one of your sensitive nipples and you suck in your breath. A different mouth clamps down on the other erect nub and you emit a low moan. Your left nipple is being sucked lightly and blown on as the other is being twirled around someone's tongue, one being playfully bitten as the other is sucked in so deep your whole breast is in his or her mouth. Soon they switch positions and your spit-covered tits are bursting as you arch your back in ecstasy.

The hands stroking your hair turn your head slightly and a large cock head parts you lips. You know it belongs to you lover, at least you are almost positive. You reach for him but the scarves hold you firm. He stands back a little so all you can do is take his enormous head in on your curled tongue.

One breast is released and a tongue runs lightly from your cleavage down your stomach toward your pussy. You take a deep breath. You want someone to suck you and you're mewing like a cat, jamming your hips in the air, but the mouth returns to the assault on your nipples. They're teasing you, trying to make you cum without touching your pussy. You feel a climax start to come on just as Evelyn stops things. Your lover backs away and you whimper in frustration.




Control Issues



"Untie her."

You're in a dim room, sitting on a small couch with your lover. Your pussy is on fire and leaking down your thighs. As your eyes adjust to the light, you notice figures around you, couples, threesomes, on the floor and on chairs, fucking and sucking, oblivious to you. You look up and see Evelyn taking Sean's wide girth in her mouth as a petite black woman feasts on the host's breasts.

Your lover picks you up and places you on his lap, so that you're facing forward and he's behind you. He lowers you onto the tip of his penis, running it along your slit as he did last night. But instead of pushing you down on him, he pops his head in and out, fucking you slowly with the bulbous flesh. Occasionally he pulls out and allows his slick cock to run up the front of your pussy, stretching your clit and lips with it, before he stabs you with his head again. 

You try to force your way down on him, but he has his massive arms hooked under yours, and he lifts you up and down in a curling motion as he just barely fucks you. He's keeping you from having an orgasm, teasing you until you are allowed to cum.

An ecstatic cry makes you look to you left and you see Evelyn's husband Mark pushing his way into the maid, Lucia, from behind. Her black, ruffled skirt is up around her waist and her panties have been pulled down her legs. She's shaking and twisting her head from side to side as Mark slowly slides into her. He pulls out all the way for a second and you see why Lucia is struggling. His cock is massive, not wider than Sean's but longer than your lover's. It must be 12 inches, with a mushroom-shaped head and a long vein snaking up the side.

He starts again, slowly feeding his penis into Lucia, and she braces for it, winching as she grinds back into him. Your lover pulls out of you, releases his hold and turns you around. You slowly sit down on his cock and kiss his chest, knowing not to cum, giving away a little more control.

In another, darker room Evelyn leads you to a stool with a bright spotlight shining on it. You brush up against people in the darkness. When you're in the center, next to the stool, the light is bright in your eyes and you can just make out dark figures, maybe 12-15 people sitting down, facing you. You are wearing a robe similar to Evelyn's only shorter, cut off at the tops of your legs. 

Evelyn walks away and you are left alone, nervous and hoping that your lover is in the crowd.

"Take the robe off," a make voice shouts.

As if hypnotized, you untie the belt and let the robe open. You feel the cool air on your stomach and your nipples tighten. 

"Do it," someone else says.

You let the silk slide down you shoulders and drop to the floor and you are completely naked in a dark room full of strangers.

You don't bother covering up and you can feel the eyes on you.

"Look at those nipples," someone says, "They're so big and pretty."

"Well, you asked to cum, so make yourself cum," you hear Evelyn say, and she hands you a vibrator that's buzzing.

You sit down on the stool and open you legs wide, running the machine all over your slit, in and out of yourself and on your clit. Juices are flowing out of you, puddling on the stool and the crowd is cheering you on. Within 30 seconds you're bucking against the plastic toy, calling out your lover's name when you explode.

He picks you up and carries you to an adjoining room. He sets you down on a large comfortable bed and kisses your entire body, from your feet to your eyes, gently turning you over and kissing your buttocks and back.

"Please lick me again?"

He rolls onto his back and invites you to squat over his face. Clumsily you spin around and position your hips over his head. He pulls you down toward his mouth. His lips make contact with yours and he kisses you lightly, just as he was earlier in the cab -- easy, long kisses, making out with your beautiful pussy, licking your wet lips and slowly unrolling his long tongue along your velvety walls, further in, further. He then dips the very tip of his tongue to the bottom and takes his time pulling it up, dragging his flesh against yours, up toward you sensitive spot. He grabs your ass and pulls it toward his face, mashing his lips into you, wallowing in your essence. 

Your eyes are closed. And you're talking to him, telling him how much you worship his tongue, between long moans and grunts of pleasure. He grabs his cock and pushes it toward your lips. It's rock hard in your mouth, more erect and bigger than you remember. You grip it with your small hand, which you can't fit around the shaft, and pump him, licking the sensitive spot under his head.

Your orgasm hits with force the second his tongue touches your clit, and you convulse on top of him just as he yells that he's going to cum. His legs shake and you pull him out of your mouth and pump him. He spills his load on the bed, climaxing with you. 

You wake in a panic to Evelyn standing next to the bed.

"What time is it?' you ask.

"Not to worry; you have time to get back. You've done so well today, my love, but there's just one more thing we have to fit in before we let you leave with this young man."

Out of the shadows, Mark steps toward you with his massive cock swaying. You tremble and start to move away, but Evelyn and your lover hold you, convincing you to submit.

You're on your back and your lover and Evelyn are on either side, holding you. You protest, and try to squirm away, but they spread you arms out, pinning them to the mattress. Mark kneels on the bed, grabs the back of your knees and pulls you to him, closer to his enormous cock, spreading your legs wide.

"NOOO," please don't!" you say. "It's too big."

Evelyn sticks her tongue in your ear, then swirls it around your neck. "Once it's inside you, you'll feel so good. Did you see how much Lucia enjoyed being fucked by that big cock? She begs for it every night. Soon you'll be craving it, too."

You shake your head no, but don't protest when Mark puts the head against your lips. He gets it a little wet and slides it up, jabbing your clit.

Your lover licks your nipples, which makes you open your legs wider.

Evelyn sees you're still conflicted and she won't allow her husband to rape you; she wants your permission.

"Look at that beautiful cock," she whispers. "Take it. You know you want it. Tell me you want it."

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Mark says, the first time you've heard his deep voice.

"Fuck me."

"Where, you little slut?"

"In my pussy."

"Not good enough. Where do you want it?"

"In my cunt. Please fuck my cunt."

He pushes into you a couple inches and you know there's no stopping now. A little further in and you feel you pussy open. Even further and the pain kicks in. He's so deep, plowing into your womb. You're shaking and your lover is whispering in your ear, telling you how sexy you look. 

Evelyn is at your other ear, encouraging you to take more. "Only a few more inches," she says. He's filling you up, isn't he?"

"OHHHH. It's so fucking big," you scream. It hurts, but in a good way, and you feel yourself being stretched wider.

Evelyn stops sucking on your neck. "After you cum, Mark's going to shoot his big load inside you and I'll suck it out of your cunt, every last drop. Would you like that?

Her words are so filthy but you love them.

"YEEESSSS," you hiss as Mark jams the rest of his 

12 inches in you, grinding his pelvic bone against your clit.

Evelyn whispers, "You may cum, my little slave," and you do.



Control Issues



They sat across from one another in the wooden booth in the dark tavern. They had been there for a couple of hours now, drinking and talking, feeling their way through the situation. It was storming outside and the lights flickered off and on in the tavern.

He was tall, dark, and handsome, not traditionally so but by sheer strength of character and control. In a way that made people notice him when he walked in the room, by the way he carried himself. She thought he was sexy as hell. She'd thought it the first time she saw him. That had been months before, in a working meeting. 

She'd been there to interview him, as an attorney for the company he worked for. But she had felt like he had learned more about her. Not by the questions he asked but by the way he looked at her. She'd thought about him often since then, thought about the way she felt when under his gaze. He made her feel female; he made every inch of her feel womanly, just by looking at her. She couldn't believe they were sitting there now. She couldn't believe he had wanted to see her.

She had never really considered herself attractive. Men did seem to notice her from time to time but she attributed that to her confident attitude, her smile, and her intelligence. She liked to laugh and have fun. She loved sports. She loved to debate. Men were comfortable around her and that was what she believed led to any of them ever showing a romantic interest.

They told her she was attractive, sure. And she'd never been without a man's attention for any length of time. Men noticed her and not for the reasons she thought they did. They noticed her because she was attractive, beautiful even. She was fairly tall, 5'7", with dark hair and dark eyes. And she was curvy, her breasts were more than a handful and her bottom as well. She had good, strong legs and a narrow waist. Yeah, they noticed her.

But it had been more than a year since she had felt even vaguely attractive. More than a year since her husband had moved out and he had not made her feel attractive for a long time before that. She'd sort of given up the idea of being with a man again. She was a mother now, mostly on her own in the parenting, and she had told herself that was enough. 

When she'd heard from him, months after their work meeting, she'd been surprised. He essentially said he'd been thinking of her and hoped she'd let him buy her a drink one night soon. And here they were...

They'd probably had too much to drink at this point. It was dark and late, windy and raining hard. Her home was almost an hour's drive from the tavern. His was considerably closer. There was a pause in the conversation. "Well," he said, "you can either go home or come home." She tried to smile and laugh off his smooth line. "Oh, really?" she said. "And which do you think I ought to do?" He looked her in the eyes and made her stomach flutter. "I think you have been drinking and it is late. The weather stinks and I would worry about you if you tried to drive home," he said.

Normally, the idea of a man worrying about her safety got her hackles up. She took pride in her independence. Pride in her ability to change a flat tire by herself. She had been raised to take care of herself and others, not to be worried about. She had been raised to be in control, strong and self-reliant. Her ex had once told her he thought her father had done her a disservice by raising her so independent. But there was something about the way this man spoke to her, and, if she were honest with herself, the fact that she wanted an excuse to go home with him, so she softened. "Perhaps we should talk about this further outside," she said, trying to sound light and teasing. But inside her stomach was fluttering.

They walked outside. It was still raining hard, much harder than usual for the Pacific Northwest, where the rain usually just drizzled. He walked her to her car door, never touching her. He hadn't touched her yet. God, she wanted him to touch her. They stood beside her door and he told her that the smart thing to do would be for her to follow him home. She agreed, trying not to sound too willing. He made her feel so willing. 

She followed down the dark country roads thinking that there was no way she would ever find her way home without help. Maybe this was a stupid thing to do, going home with a man she barely knew, a manager from her client's office at that, in an area she didn't know, in the middle of the night. 

He was driving faster than she felt comfortable, not knowing the roads and with the weather as it was. The speed and the cider she'd been drinking all made it even more difficult for her to keep the directions straight in her head. After a while, she gave up and just followed him.

His home was down a long dark unpaved driveway. He motioned her to park up against the house. When she got out of the car, she could hear the river nearby, even with the howling wind and rain. It was raging uncontrollably. That seemed fitting to her, under the circumstances. She followed him inside.

His home was small, warm and tidy. One room, a kitchenette, a separate bathroom. He handed her a drink and motioned her into what he called "the good seat." She sat down and he turned on the radio, taking the other seat. They talked some more. His bed was in the room too, right next to them, this large expanse just waiting there like an open invitation. She felt tense and uncertain. Maybe he had truly just been worried about her safety and didn't have other intentions. The lights went out again... He kept on talking. And then there was a lull in the conversation. 

He moved so quickly, it took her breath away. He stood up. Pushed the ottoman in front of him out of the way, took the drink out of her hand, and put it on the table. He got down on his knees in front of her, and started kissing her. Her legs were tucked up under her and, somehow, he moved between her knees, so he was pressing up against her. She could feel him pushing the seam of her jeans up between her legs, pushing against her pussy. She felt an intense wave of passion start down between her legs and roll over her stomach, into the breasts, her throat, her tongue. His tongue. Oh, he kissed her so well. Like he knew exactly how she wanted to be kissed, strongly, moving his tongue against hers. Probing deeper. 

She returned the kiss, wanting to encourage him, trying to tell him how badly she wanted this. Almost afraid of how badly she wanted this.

His hands were on her thighs, on her breasts, at the base of her neck, on her back, underneath her, feeling her ass. She didn't know if she could stop them if she tried, if she had wanted to. They were everywhere and it felt so good to be touched. And to be touched by him. But she needed to slow it down, to feel like she had some control over the situation, over herself. She felt his hands under her sweater, pulling her bra down, pushing her breasts over them, so the bra held them up, pointed at him. She'd always thought her breasts weren't a big draw for men. But he was paying attention to them, lightly pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts. Oh, his hands. 

She arched her back a little, pushing her breasts forward into his hands, craving more of his touch. He pulled her sweater off over her head, and kept touching her. Then he broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to her nipples, sucking on them, pulling on them lightly with his teeth. 

She could tell she was wet. If she was honest with herself, she had probably started to get wet back at the tavern, the way he looked at her. She wanted him hard inside of her, moving inside of her. He was grinding against her, pushing himself against her clit and her pussy. He had long legs and, even with his knees on the floor, he was somehow leaning on top of her, pushing his hardness in between her legs. She could feel him through his jeans and hers. He felt huge.

She craved the taste of him. She wanted to feel that hard cock in her mouth, in the back of her throat. She moaned and realized she'd probably been moaning since his lips first touched hers. She wanted him so badly. She needed this to slow down. She was getting carried away by her passion, by his tongue, by his hands... She took a deep breath and tried to calm her heartbeat.

"I need these jeans off of you," he said, unbuckling her belt, and unzipping her jeans. She grabbed his hands and held them. "Slow down, please," she said. She said the words to him but she felt like she was begging her own body to slow itself down. It had been so long since she had been touched and even longer since she had felt desire like this. She needed to reassert her self-control. "Please." He took his hands away, and put them behind her head, in her hair, kissing her again. Oh, that tongue. The things she wanted him to do with that tongue.

She broke away from the kiss. "Well," she said, "I am not wearing underwear so if these come off, I will have nothing to protect me. So unless you are going to loan me a pair of your boxers..."

He stood up, looking down at her in the chair. She had no sweater on, her breasts still up on top of her bra, her nipples hard, large and dark. Her legs were still spread to make space for him between them. She felt childish asking for something to wear, like a schoolgirl, like a virgin. But she needed something between her pussy and him. She wanted out of her jeans but needed something physically between him and her own passion, her own desire. She was excruciatingly aware of his bed, right next to her. 

He strode over to his dresser, yanked out a drawer, and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs and a t-shirt. The briefs had a Superman emblem right across the front. She smiled. And then she worried that her ass would be too big for them, briefs being tighter than the boxers she had expected him to wear. She stood up, trying to look confident, took the clothes from him, gathered it all up against her chest and asked to use the bathroom.

Once there, she looked at herself in the mirror. "What are you doing, Lizzie?" she whispered to herself, pulling off her jeans and putting on his briefs. They fit, but snugly. They weren't going to hide her shape, that's for sure. She could only hope he didn't mind women with some meat on their bones. She told herself he had already felt her and didn't seem put off. 

"Get ahold of yourself. You aren't going to have sex with him anyway. You're not ready for that. You're not ready to let someone inside you or to lose your self-control."

She pulled on the t-shirt and took a few more deep breaths, trying to slow down her heartbeat. She looked at herself in the dark mirror again, tried to make some sense of her hair with just her fingers, thanking God the lights hadn't gone back on yet. At that moment, they did. She heard him say something but couldn't quite tell what.

She opened the door. Mark was standing at the kitchenette. He had turned off most of the lights, leaving on just the one by the bed. He handed her a glass of something. "Whiskey," he told her. "Thank you," she said, thinking that more alcohol was probably the last thing she needed if she wanted to stay in control of herself. 

She took a sip, a larger one than she intended. She started talking about something inane, trying to break the tension. He took the glass out of her hand, then took her hand and pulled her gently over to his bed. She kept talking, asking him questions, silly nothings that kept her from being too intensely present for what was going on. He lay her down and then lay down next to her, alongside of her. 

"For the love of God," he groaned, "stop talking." He put a hand up to her face and pulled her close for a kiss. She felt her hands go to the back of his head as she pulled him on top of her. His knee moved between her legs and she spread them for him, again. This time, she didn't have the thick material of her jeans to protect her, just the thin boxer briefs. She could feel her clit rubbing on his thigh. She wondered if he could feel how hot she was for him, if he could feel the heat from her pussy through his jeans. "How could he not?" she thought, and heard herself moan again. 

His hands were under the t-shirt now, pulling it off over her head again. She felt silly for having put it on in the first place. He kissed her breasts again, pulling on one nipple and then the other. And then she felt his hand between her legs, his fingers touching her through the thin cotton of the briefs. She could feel her own wetness and knew he could feel the same, through the material. The briefs completely wet too by now. He rubbed her there for a few minutes while he continued to kiss her nipples, and her neck and her mouth. She held his head close to her, not wanting him to pull away, wanting to keep his mouth on her body.

He stood up suddenly and pulled off his shirt and then dropped his jeans. She could make out the outline of his cock in the dim light, still in his underwear. It was as big as she had thought it would be, having felt it rubbing up against her. "I want that," she thought, "all of it." He lay down against her again and started kissing her, his hand pulling at the boxer briefs she was wearing, pulling them down around her thighs. And then they were off completely. His fingers were on her pussy, moving around in her wetness. She felt him put a finger into her and a wave of pleasure surged over her again. He moved it in and out a couple of times, slowly. His other fingers were brushing up against her clit. If he kept this up for long, she knew she wouldn't be able to control her desire. 

She rolled over on top of him, kneeled, and started taking down his own briefs. She started kissing his chest and his neck, down his stomach. "The best defense is an offense," she thought, smiling to herself. She got to just below his belly button when he rolled her back over, so that he was again on top.

He started kissing down her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. She felt his mouth on her, kissing her mound, licking her clit, licking her pussy. She put her hands behind his head and pulled his mouth tighter into her. 

She knew it would feel like this. She held him 

there, between her thighs, wanting his tongue inside of her. And then she wiggled away. It was too much for her, too soon. If she let him continue, she knew she would then want his cock inside her and be unable to control her desire for it, unable to keep him from fucking her, if that's what he wanted. She knew that if she came, she'd only want him inside her that much more. If she came with him, she'd be unable to deny her desire to have him use her body however he saw fit. She wanted him too much already and she just couldn't let go of herself yet. 

He was back again, kissing her mouth. His hand on her breast. His knee spreading her legs again, rubbing up against her pussy. She moaned. And then she felt the head of his cock, pushing at her pussy. He was just waiting there, searching for some sign from her to move. She felt her willpower giving way. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to moan for him and wrap her legs around him and pull his cock deep inside her. She wanted him to take her in any way he wanted. She wanted to give herself to him...

And then he was there, in her, hard and huge. She was so wet and so tight. It had been so long. He filled her up and it felt so good. He pulled out and pushed himself in again. She moaned and then, suddenly, realized she'd let her guard down. She had let him in. She pulled away, moving upward so that his cock came back out. 

She pushed her knees closed and held him close to her. "I'm not ready, Mark," she said. "I can't. It's just too much for me right now." She wanted to cry. She felt like a child again. Her body wanted him so badly. More than her body. But she couldn't make sense of it. Not tonight, not like this. He stopped moving, and put his arms around her and held her close, her head against his chest. 

She rolled him over again, feeling in control once she was on top of him again. Again she started kissing her way down him, down to his cock. She wanted this to be good for him, wanted him to know how much she wanted to please him. She kissed the end of his cock and then wrapped her hand around it, pulling it towards her mouth, holding her hand tight around his shaft. She put the head into her mouth, and pulled him into her, towards the back of her throat. She could taste herself on him, taste her own juices on his hard cock. He moaned, "Oh yeah, oh God, that feels good, Elizabeth, don't stop."

She slowly began to move her head up and down, sucking on him, moving her tongue against the head as she did, moving her hand up and down as his cock got wetter from her mouth. She pulled him in and let him feel his cock on the back of her throat. He groaned and she held him there. Then she slowly pulled him back out. She started licking his balls, moving her tongue around them, making eye contact with him. He was watching her closely. God, she loved the way he looked at her, like he was devouring her. 

She moved back up and put his entire cock into her mouth again. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His hand moved to the back of her head, into her hair. She sucked on him, moving her hand with her mouth so that he could feel the tightness all the way up his cock no matter how much was in her mouth at the time. The wetness of her mouth made moving her hand over him smooth. She started moving her head a little faster, up and down, sucking on him. She wanted to taste his cum. She wanted to suck it out of him, into her mouth. She stopped and held him against the back of her throat again. She could feel how hard he was, feel his huge cock fill her entire mouth. She moved up and down, and again held him against the back of her throat, gagging involuntarily, but loving the way it felt to have him inside her. 

"God, yes," he groaned. "God, you're good at that. Yeah, take it all in your hot little mouth." He grabbed the back of her head harder, pushing his cock further into her throat. She gagged again and he let up a little.

She was stunned at the way he'd spoken to her. And even more stunned at how hot it made her, how wet. She wanted his cum, wanted to know what he tasted like, wanted to feel him cum against the back of her throat. She moved up and down, feeling her own desire building between her legs, feeling how wet she was getting at the thought of his cum in her mouth, down her throat, at the thought of swallowing for him. 

He was getting close, she could tell by the way he was breathing and the way his cock started moving. She kept going, wanting this so badly. Almost as badly as she wanted him to fuck her. She kept moving on him, until she felt him start cumming, then his hand grasped her hair even tighter and he pushed his way deep into her mouth and held himself again hard at the back of her throat. 

It felt so good, tasted so good, wave after wave against her throat. She waited and then, when he lightened his grip when he was done, she swallowed all of it. She then slowly moved her mouth off of his cock, and looked up at him again. 

He was watching her, looking at her through half-closed eyes. He smiled and pulled her up towards him, holding her. "I knew you'd be good at that. You're too fucking sexy not to be," he said. "Sexy little slut, aren't you?"

She stilled herself, shocked. Nobody had ever spoken to her like that before; no man had ever called her a slut. She knew she should be offended, she should call him out on it. She should stand up and leave. But she didn't because she also knew it was maybe the sexiest she'd ever felt. 

He smiled at her then, because he knew. He knew the thoughts that had just gone through her head, the angst and the excitement, the conflict. "Oh yeah, you like that, don't you? You like being a little slut, an eager little cocksucker. You like how it feels to throw all that professionalism and self-respect away and just be a nasty little slut for me? That's right, that's exactly what you are and what you're going to be, my little slut."




Control Issues



She started to sit up. It was too much, his words were too much; they grated too hard against her sense of propriety. "What in the hell, how dare you?" But he grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back. "Oh no, it's too late for that, you're not going anywhere just yet."

He pushed her arms over her head and held both of her hands in one of his. His other hand reached down and grabbed her breast, pinching the nipple and rolling in between his fingers while he watched her face. "Nobody's ever told you what a slut you are, have they? Oh but they've all thought it, baby. Every time you've wrapped that talented mouth around a cock, they've thought it. They've thought about what a talented little whore you are, too good at sucking cock not to be a whore. Too good at it to have not had way more experience than you would ever want anyone to know." His hand went from one nipple to the next, back and forth, pinching and pulling. "How many? How many cocks have you sucked, Elizabeth? 50? More? Do you even know?"

Then, still watching her face, he lowered his mouth to her breast and bit lightly around the nipple. She couldn't help herself and groaned. Suddenly, she became aware of her situation, that her arms were pinned down and his weight was on her. And he kept saying all of these disrespectful degrading things. She struggled to get him off of her, struggled to get free. 

"Yeah, keep struggling Elizabeth. Just like that, you're making me hard again. I've wanted to have you here under me since I first saw you. Walking into my office in that skirt and those boots, little miss lawyer with her hair pulled back and her glasses perched on her nose. Made my cock twitch just looking at you. Hell, you made every cock in the office twitch when you walked down the hall that day. And we all exchanged looks, every one of us wanting to know what you'd be like in bed."

"Get off of me," she said, finally finding her voice. "Let me go, now, Mark, you can't hold me here like this. Who in the hell do you think you are?" 

"Ha! Found your voice finally, huh? Well, it is too late, Elizabeth. Much much too late to pretend to be anything other than what you and I both know you are, a little cum-loving slut."

With that he pushed her legs apart with his knee. "I can feel the heat from you pussy, I can feel how wet it is, and how hot you are from the idea of me taking control of you like this." His mouth crushed hers and he began thrusting his tongue into her mouth again. He never let go of her arms while his free hand found its way down again to her pussy. He stuck a finger inside her, sliding it in and out. "You can try to deny it all you want but your slutty little pussy is hot and wet and dying to be taken."

He kept his finger there, adding another and another, fucking her with them, making her hotter and wetter until she thought she couldn't take it anymore. He watched her face as he began stroking her clit with his thumb. "Cum for me, you little slut. I want to see you lose control, give it to me. That's right, give me your cum, whore." 

His words pushed her over the edge and she came hard against his hand. Quickly he let go of her arms and moved his mouth down to her pussy, licking her and sticking his tongue into her hot wet slit, tasting her cum. Then he pushed his teeth against her clit at the end of her orgasm, continuing it, driving it on. 

And then, moving up again, he forced her legs wider with his thighs and drove his large cock deep inside of her. He grabbed her arms again and held them back over her head. Then he pounded away at her pussy, fucking her incessantly. 

"Yeah, you little slut, take that, feel that, feel my hard cock deep inside you. You love that, don't you, you little whore? You hot little slut, you love my cock shoved deep inside you." He kept fucking her like that, over and over. Then he came again, hard and deep inside her. And she felt his cock pulsing over and over, as he took what she wouldn't give herself permission to give him. Then she came again, so intensely she felt like she'd pass out, cumming with his cock buried deep inside her.

"See, Elizabeth? See, you can't deny it. You love this, you love being my little slut and being forced to take my cock hard." He pulled his now spent cock out of her and rolled off of her, watching her reaction. "You love being made to be what you cannot let yourself be, a cumslut. And you know what, you're going to keep being my little slut, just like this, every time I want it. Or else."

She panicked then, hearing his words. What? Why would he say such a thing? She would not, absolutely would not let this happen again. She began to sit up again. "I will not, you son of a bitch, this will never happen again, you asshole." She started to move off of the bed but he caught her around the waist and pulled her back down.

"Oh, Elizabeth, you think you're such a smart woman but, look, what do you see up there in the corner? And there in the other one? Do you see those cameras? How do you think your law firm would feel about you sucking and fucking the cock of some random manager from your biggest client?"



Control Issues: Dessert



Once again I must thank jacuzzigal for her excellent editing skills and the time she gave me. Thank you Jazzy!

Sweet silence pervaded the ride home. John held Cate's hand in his as they rode home. They were both heady with emotion and lust for one another. She drew his hand to her mouth and kissed it. His soft smile made her excitement grow. The want in each of them was palpable. Her mind was full of thoughts about how he brought more and more desire from her. How easily he drew out her wantonness. 

No words were needed they didn't want to talk, just feel. So much had happened at the restaurant, so much revealed that words would only get in the way. His hand moved to caress her cheek and her head tilted into his hand. Each movement was like a symphony in motion and the conductor was love and want. The road held almost no interest to them. It was the destination this time. The destination was like their claim on nirvana.

He pulled into the driveway and leaned over to kiss her lightly before alighting from the car. She watched him, knowing his moves well and when he opened the door with his hand extended, she shifted and stepped out to his waiting embrace. They walked towards the door hand in hand. The world seemed in slow motion or maybe non-existent to them. He looked at her with gentleness in his eyes; she amazed him. She wanted to amaze him always. 

Just before they reached the front steps she felt it – again. She looked at him shaking her head and then laughed when he waved that small remote at her. He pulled her to him hard. He held her hand behind her back and kissed her hard, deep, full of lust, want and control. 

Catching their breath they stood looking at each other a moment before taking the last few steps to the door. He inserted the key and escorted her through. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her handbag on the table with the keys he had just placed in the tray. 

"What an incredible night it has been John, thank you... for everything." Her words were said in a long sweet sigh. She was overwhelmed many times with the way he loved her. She loved him in a way she'd never known. She reached out her hand to him and when he took it she quickly moved to hold his behind his back and then kissed him hard, trying to mimic his actions a moment ago. He let her toy with him knowing there was no way she could garner physical strength over him. The kiss was broken from her laughter instead of passion. He smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose. 

"You're cute," he tried to say it without laughing but couldn't. She didn't even try not to laugh.

"Last one up has to ..." she couldn't finish her sentence through her giggling. She bounded up the stairs to the bedroom. John wasn't far behind. Before she could get to the changing room he grabbed her and pinned her against the wall, kissing her hard. She matched his intensity with her lips and by gripping him tighter. 

Cate pressed as hard against him as he covered her body. Their kiss became something more than a kiss and more an outward sign of a pure and deep hunger. Their mouths were wide open to each other. She wanted to be swallowed up inside him and he wanted to devour her. There was no need for seduction that had ceased hours ago. This moment was about possession. 

As he pressed harder his hand moved quickly down her body. He grabbed her skirt up and his hand was on her pussy in a moment. His fingers found what they were looking for. He removed the small silver vibrator. Her wetness did not go unnoticed and he pushed himself harder to her with his hips grinding and his tongue deep in her mouth. He tossed the vibrator on the top of the dresser. 

When John broke from her mouth, she saw in his eyes the power he held. It was never misused. The fidelity was true and strong between them. His eyes bore into Cate's like a hunter to his prey but these were lovers, the connection never broken. His hands held her face so lightly it just didn't fit the intensity but they never really conformed. His lips brushed hers like a whisper. He had claimed her months before but tonight he would possess her more fully. Each discovery meant a deeper bond. 

He let go of her hand, directing her into the changing room. He turned towards the bathroom. Cate felt so much inside, physically as well as emotionally. It was like two waterfalls merged creating a beautiful lake; it was magical. She hummed softly as she slipped out of her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse. Her hands were deliberate as she removed her stockings. She enjoyed the tingles that ran up and down her legs. Each movement added to the stir she felt all over. She removed her blouse and hung it on a hook. Before she reached to unhook her bra she let her fingers lightly trace the curves of her breasts. She took a deep breath in and then exhaled enjoying the changes under her fingers. Once unhooked she let it slip down her arms and into her hands, now empty she caressed the garment. 

She looked at the colorful silky items hanging in front of her. John had given most of them to her. She took the hanger with the soft blue chemise and held it up to her. Looking at herself in the mirror she was still amazed she was looking at herself. So much had changed for her. She was momentarily lost in thought, the life she now lived, the love she had in her life, how her life had taken new meaning and dimension. When she heard John in the bedroom and she shook her mind back to the colorful array before her. She put the blue chemise back and without a second thought she reached for the bright cranberry red gown. 

It was silky and slipped over her head easily. The pretty lace and silk that held her breasts gave way to a long, slightly flared gown. She looked at herself with wide eyes and noticed she was blushing just a little. She didn't know if she'd ever lose that either but at the moment her cheeks were beginning to match the color of her gown. She brushed her hair out, noticing she was biting her lips and then letting a giggle out. John watched from doorway and smiled. He knew why she was blushing. He also knew she'd never lose that and he loved her more for it.

She gave him so much. He was in awe of her love. The more she showed her heart the more he knew she held the control over him. She just didn't know it. He moved up behind her and lightly touched her shoulders. When she felt his breath on her neck she inhaled quickly and held her breath. "You look incredible." His words were barely a whisper.

She let her breath out and thanked him, although it was difficult to get the simple words out. John took her hand and led her to the bed. He had pulled the covers down and placed a rose on her pillow, it was as bright red as her gown and her cheeks – still! She stood at the edge of the bed and John moved to her, lifting her head upwards and coming down to meet her lips. It started as a tender kiss but she felt so much want inside she couldn't contain it. Cate's arms grabbed his and pulled him down, she wanted him to smother her with his body. It aroused in her a feeling of safety and surety. That safety gave her courage to give herself to him in every way. 

His lips began to roam just as his hands were. She followed suit and slowly let her fingers run down his spine. She felt his reaction and smiled with a touch of a grin. When her hands found the waistband to his boxers her hands slipped inside as if gliding. She cupped his tush and squeezed and let out a giggle. She felt John smile against her neck and he gave her a little nibble. He reached for one of her arms and pinned it down over her head and then did the same with the other. 

"Well that's no fun, John. I was enjoying myself you know." She smiled up at him and he grinned at her. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth and she welcomed him eagerly. He shifted one hand to hold both of hers down. He slid the back of his free hand down her neck and over her heaving breast. He lingered there. He enjoyed seeing the result of his touch. When he made his way to her hip he found the slit of her gown, his hand moved tantalizingly slow and Cate squirmed towards his hand.

"Hmmm, in some kind of hurry darling? If you want this can be a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of thing." His hand moved right to her womanhood and his fingers enjoyed the moist folds. "Something like this? Is that what you want?" His finger slipped inside her so quickly and so deep that she thrust upwards and moaned. He smiled, grinned really.

"You're doing fine my love, just fi-" Before she could get the words out he was stroking her to her first orgasm. His eyes trained on her face. Her grunts and thrusts matched the rhythm of his fingers. Cate's breath was ragged and then held as he sent her over the falls of pleasure.

John moved to his side and bunched her gown around her waist. His fingers went directly back to work on her. She was still so sensitive that it didn't take long for her to again build towards the reward. His fingers were like magic. She always responded with high intensity and this time was no different, except what he said to her. He delayed her pleasure.

"You're so close aren't you? I can feel it. You want to come don't you? She was shaking her head and biting her lip. "You're tightening around my fingers. Is this what you felt with Mike? Did you like someone else touching you?" His eyes bore into her as never before. She almost felt nervous. Did he want her to answer? Did he think she could? His fingers moved deftly and when his thumb rubbed her clitoris she couldn't hold back. Her scream, her breath and her orgasm exploded together. 

He could see her shaking from sensations and held her tightly to him. It was a few moments before she could speak. "Wow. You're so amazing, how do you bring me to these places?" Cate was still breathy as she turned on her side to face him. "Actually I don't care sweetheart, just keep doing it." Her hands slipped over his chest and she bent her head down to kiss his chest, and then his nipples. When she heard his moan she suckled it, her tongue then danced around the hard nub. 

Her mouth sought more. He moved to his back as she trailed her way down his torso she looked back at him. His eyes were distracted by her breasts falling heavily but contained in the lacey cups of her gown. John reached out to touch but she moved more quickly and gave him a grin.

"You know if I want to touch I will don't you? " His voice was more exact then playful. Cate knew it was true though she couldn't help but grin and raise an eyebrow to him. "Oh my sweet slut you are enjoyable. Now, crawl down the bed and kneel on the floor." He stood at the end of the bed, Cate kneeling before him. His eyes bore into hers, "Please remove my boxers now." 

Her hands were slightly tentative as she looked up at him. He nodded to her and she moved her hands to the waistband, stretching it out, just as his erection did to the cloth. She loved the sight of his cock, especially at these times. It was as if it took on a personality or attitude. She knew he wanted to feel her mouth on him and that would just be the beginning of their pleasure. 

"Now." He need not say more. Cate began stroking him, up and down, up and then down again. She didn't realize her mouth opened or she was licking her lips. He watched her intently, her hands moving all the while. When she slipped her mouth around him she cupped his balls. He felt one knee go weak. He steadied himself and grabbed a fistful of her hair. When he thrust into her mouth he heard a slight gag. He repeated his action again and again.

"Enough," and he pulled out of her mouth. She'd never heard him talk this way, it was so different, she wasn't sure if she was unnerved or not. She looked up, his hand still holding her hair. He gave it a small tugged and she stood. As quickly as he pulled out of her mouth, his mouth was on hers, kissing her hard. Her hair still in his grip as he moved his mouth to her neck, still pressing hard against her. 

"Mmmmm so nice," Cate moaned softly into his ear and his hand released her hair. He now held her head with both hands and pulled back to seek her eyes. 

Everything seemed softer now, his look, touch and his voice. "You please me." He caressed her cheek with his hand and then sat on the bed, bringing her onto his lap. They kissed tenderly and whispered those sweet nothings lovers say. He held her close, touching her softly as she did the same to him. When he slipped his hand over her mound there was a catch in her breath. She loved the way he touched her.

He slipped a finger into the folds, sliding easily in all her wetness. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" She moaned. He pressed his finger inside her, feeling her close around it. "Did you like it when Mike fingered you?" She moaned again. Two fingers now, moving them but not withdrawing them. "Did you?" She kissed him hard, forcing her tongue deep into his mouth in answer. 

He pulled his head away from her kiss. "That is not an acceptable answer. Tell me, did you like having Mike finger you?" See looked at him and saw sternness on his face. His reaction was new to her and she moved to kiss him again but he took her chin in his free hand. "I want to know."

Her head hung slightly lower and there was a growing blush on her face too. "John, are you angry with me? Is something wrong?" Her words were timid and said quietly.

"No, I just want to know. Did you enjoy tonight? Did having Mike included turn you on? I want to know what you feel and think about all of it. How far would you go? What are your limits?" His hand switched from holding her chin to a caress on her cheek. "Tell me, tell me how you felt, what was going through your mind. Tell me what you wanted to happen."

Now her blush burst through her skin. She stammered a little and then tried to kiss him again. She thought if she kept kissing him... but he held her head again with a fistful of her hair. With a deep breath she began with a whisper. "I loved it John. It was the most exciting thing I've ever done. I wanted to please you so much."

"No, not about me. Tell me how you felt."

"Well, ummm, dirty actually - no more like naughty. I loved the feelings and my pleasure was obvious. I wanted to do what you -" She was cut off again.

"No my sweet Cate. I know this is difficult for you but you are safe. What happened wasn't bad. Tell me more, please."

Her head lifted, she let out a deep breath as she told him how much it turned her on. That she never in a million years would ever have thought she would do that! "John, I thought I was going to scream out in the dining room, letting everyone know what I was doing and what was being done to me. It was fantastic. I wanted you to throw me on the table and fuck me right there. Inside I felt like a slut and it felt so good." She released it all and her voice was strong and secure. "I would have done anything right there. If you wanted to fuck me or you wanted Mike to fuck me or even if you both wanted to, I would have done anything." Then quietly again she added, "If that was ok with you."

"Hmm, perhaps we should discuss a threesome sometime." He grinned as he watched her eyes bug out. "No not tonight sweetheart. Someday." He wanted to hear more about her comment about having permission. "If it was ok with me, explain more please. Do you feel you need to seek my permission Cate?"

"Well, yes, sort of. I know I can decide what I do and don't want but it feels different inside. There is a feeling of attachment I guess." She wasn't sure of her words because her thoughts and feelings were conflicted. Her mind pushed certain thoughts out. But why then did her insides melt when she gave herself to John? Why did she call herself a slut? The fight waged on in her mind.

"Attachment? What does that mean?" His questions were so pointed tonight and that too had her off balanced.

"I'm not sure that is the right word actually. There is something but I can't seem to find it. I'm searching for ..."

"Searching for the word submissive maybe? Words that say you are mine and mine alone? Something like that?" Biting her lip she shook her head yes. He noticed her head dipped lower once again so he lifted it up to his. "You like the idea of being mine don't you? I like it too, very much. There is that sense of belonging and control right? But it's kind of hard to say isn't it? That's OK." He brushed a wisp of hair from her face and gave her a soft caress. He knew the idea of submission was attractive to her but it was also a struggle. "So you liked the feeling of being a slut huh? You don't mind me calling you my slut do you? Each time I do you react by wanting more and that's a good thing isn't it my sweet slut?" He had to hold her head up to keep their eye contact. He couldn't stop her blush but he wanted to see her eyes and for her to see his. There was love in both their eyes.

All these thoughts, these things – it was just so new to her life. "I like it John."

"Like what?"

"I like being a slut. I mean your slut John." He held her crimson cheeks in his hands so gently. His soft stroke seemed to soothe the conflict she felt.

"I know. I love that you are mine. Admit to yourself how much pleasure we give to each other." He moved his head to kiss her this time. 

She was slow to respond still feeling that struggle inside. But when he pushed two fingers hard into her she responded mightily. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth, almost down his throat. Her hands were pulling him to her before breaking their kiss. "John, I love being your slut. Now fuck me. Let's have some of that pleasure!" Her words shocked him – and her too. 

"Well, well. Getting a bit forward are you? Who's the boss here anyway?" 

"Oh shut up and kiss me – hard!" She would have been laughing if he hadn't quickly taken hold of her arms. He pressed her back onto to the bed. He towered over her. Both hands on either side of her head, he looked hard into her eyes. She snaked her hands up his arms, feeling the tautness. But he pulled one from her and then placed his two fingers, scented with her juices, at her nose and then her mouth. Just as she opened her mouth he pulled them away and put them into his mouth. "Hey. I wanted that." She smiled at him as he licked his fingers clean.

It didn't take long for the two to be fucking hard. He had pushed her gown away to the side and with no forethought he drove his cock into her. In response her legs wrapped around him and pulled him tighter. He knew she loved to hold still a while when he first entered her, he happily obliged every time. 

While he was looking down at her he grinned, big. "What? What are you thinking about now mister? That look means something, I know it does." Her smile was easy. When she felt him begin to withdraw she pulled him tighter with her legs and the muscles of her very wet pussy. She dug her heels into his back. "You're staying right where you are, do you hear me?"

John laughed so much he lost his strength. "Well, you won that one by your coquet ways you vixen. But have you forgotten the conversation we just had missy? Where you said you were mine? I call the shots here don't I?" He smiled at her and she giggled at him saying of course she remembered and of course he was boss. "Something about that wink and grin doesn't go with your words my slut." He ended any conversation as his mouth clamped down on hers and he pulled his cock out of her depths. 

When he plunged back in she arched up sharply. So quickly she was overtaken by a wave of pleasure that it caught her by surprise. Again and again she accepted his loving assault. She begged for more and then begged for mercy. He felt her body quiver all over and then ended with his deepest charge into her and exploded. She clung to him with all of her, inside and out. Cate quieted slowly and softly thanked him for his love and the pleasure he gives her. He stayed right there, covering her. 




Control Issues: Dessert



She was his.



Control Issues: More



To my editor, jacuzzigal, I give my gratitude. Thank you for your help, encouragement and time. I know it's customary to acknowledge the efforts of an editor, and I do so with all sincerity. I just don't want your excellent skills to be so well known that I lose you ~ I appreciate you and your effort very much. 

*

She barely heard the phone ring. She didn't want to hear it. Whoever was calling had interrupted a damn good dream. Cate grumbled something of a hello into the phone. She was more than half asleep and wanted to go back. When she heard his voice she whined that he had wakened her from a dream of their lovemaking. John could hear the smirk on her face when she told him he'd pay for that. He laughed into the phone, knowing the last time he had to pay for something it was one of the most erotic nights they'd shared. Maybe he'd get lucky like that again.

He decided he'd wake her up even more this morning. He was away on business and missed her. He asked her to tell him about the dream. Within a few moments of description the two were aroused and making love over the phone. This time the scene he created in their minds was more then they'd explored before. Cate was surprised but didn't stop, the quality in her voice told him to push on a little more. 

He added a dimension of another woman watching them. He said the woman was clearly aroused. John added that her hands were on her breasts as she tried to watch in silence but was found out. He wanted to gauge Cate's reaction to his suggestion. She wasn't too participatory, but he knew by the sound of her voice there was some kind of curiosity there. She even admitted she wondered how it must feel to suck on a breast or to tease the nipples hard. 

Before they finished their phone call John asked Cate to write him. He wanted her to think about what it would feel like for her to touch another woman's breasts. He knew he'd sparked something that morning. She sort of groaned but said she'd do it. She even went so far as to say it might be revealing. He always enjoyed the fact that she was open and curious about new ideas. The truth was he had a way of bringing things out in her – he always found more. He could shine a light into her imagination. She had never shared that place with another person – except him. 

Cate sat down later that day and wrote her thoughts about touching another woman's breasts. She wasn't surprised at how difficult it was to allow the thought to grow in her mind. But she was surprised at how easy it became once she let the idea take hold; hold being the operative word. She began to imagine hefting the breasts of this imaginary woman, jiggling them as she did to her own so often. Her hand followed her thoughts. She closed her eyes and pictured her hands on the woman, all the while trying out the movements on herself. Cate licked her lips and felt a stir in her depth. 

She wanted her mouth on the imaginary tits. Her tongue began to reach out to it. So tentative at first, barely letting the very tip of her tongue to touch. But she wanted to. Soon her mind led her to licking the nipple. A flick would be ok, she thought. It was more than a flick though. In her mind she moved her mouth over the tit and sucked it into her mouth. The sensations were surprising but not as surprising as the wetness she was experiencing in her panties. It was turning her on. She fought to let the image continue, before long the struggle was over and she realized she wanted to continue.

Her mind was lost in imagination about the woman's breasts. She pictured squeezing them together, her head buried in them. She imagined all the things she loved when her breasts were in the hands of her lover. She caressed, squeezed, pinched, licked, sucked and anything else she wanted. Her panties were damp and she felt herself clenching the muscles of her womanhood. 

Cate started to type with great inspiration. The words poured out and onto the computer screen. Each thought or want was revealed. The words that came out through her hands surprised her. Her fingers were flying on the keyboard and her mind was full of the images that had brought such surprising pleasures. She quickly finished and hit the send button. John had his email – he had her thoughts again. When she sought the pleasure of relief her mind couldn't help but recreate what John had started that morning.

The phone rang about eleven o'clock that evening. She had just settled into bed with a book. She knew it was John and she smiled because she also knew he'd have something to say about her email. She didn't even get her greeting out.

"When I get home you will know -- no you will see and feel -- what your email caused in me. You will know so very well." John had a smile in his voice.

"I just did what you asked of me my sweet." Cate's voice held a smirk.

"Just wait, you just wait." He went on to tell her how much he enjoyed the images her words evoked. He also mentioned what stood out to him was that it was all about her. The focus was on Cate's pleasure, nothing with regard to the 'other woman'. Shyly she agreed and added that she kind of liked that idea. She was coming into her own about what she wanted. She was comfortable about asking, fantasizing and sharing – with him.

"It was kind of hard to ..." 

"Don't say 'hard' Cate!" 

"Oh John, goodness, get a grip. It's just a word." She knew what was coming next.

"Grrr oh I'll get a grip alright. If only I could get a grip on you right now." She laughed at him and tried again to tell him what it was like to consider the thought of touching another woman. She knew one of John's fantasies was to have a threesome with two women but she had told him she could not be a party to that, that it just wasn't her thing. 

"After reading your thoughts today I'd never know you weren't interested." He was being playful with Cate, but it seem to quiet her instead.

"John, you know what I mean. You clearly saw yourself in my words it was only body parts. There was no particular woman per se." She knew he'd touched a nerve. She had enjoyed the thoughts. Maybe that was what unnerved her. Cate was glad now she didn't share all her thoughts in that email. Some things can remain unsaid. 

The next day passed so slowly for each of them. John had stirred her up so much and she couldn't wait for him to arrive home. It wasn't just John that stirred her, it was the thoughts in her mind she couldn't stop. She was touching herself almost unconsciously. Her hands seemed constantly to be on her breasts – she loved the feel of them in her hands. Her mind was stuck thinking what it would feel like to touch another woman's breasts. 

Looking at the clock she knew he wasn't due home for a few more hours and she was already as sexually frustrated as she could get. Damn him for planting that image and for making her write her thoughts – he always got more from her. Had John been there her shy smile would have given her away. Her eyes looked at the clock again.

She knew it wasn't only his suggestion that had her going. It was what she learned about herself. Cate never considered the idea before, but she'd never considered many things before John came into her life. He drew so much out of her that sometimes she wondered where all of it was stored. Smiling to herself and almost chuckling she heard the door open and John call out, "Cate? I'm home, are you here?"

She came sliding to the entryway in her socks, stopping just in front of him. "Hi! Come on let's go upstairs." She barely contained her laughter. "Hey, you started this pal, now up, let's go." He laughed at her, taking her in his arms and kissing her hard. She pressed herself just as hard to him. 

"Hmm, someone sure seems to be in a hurry. Why's that?" He loved to tease her and toy with her. Often his words would elicit a blush or a shy reply, even though they'd been together so long. It was endearing to him.

"You're so full of it pal. You think I can't feel your want?" Her hand slipped to his crotch for emphasis. "HA, I got cha, didn't I?"

"Whoever said it was men that don't need foreplay, should meet you." John let out a hardy laugh and squeezed her tight. "I'm glad to be home. I'm always glad to come home to you. Now come with me, I'd like to have a drink and nibble of something – that is if you can be patient."

"You could nibble on me," she said with a wink. "How was your day? Did the meetings go well?" The two chatted as they walked arm in arm to the kitchen.

"Very well. Just a few minor changes and it's a done deal. I'll go back for a day next week." 

"That's great honey, I know how much time you put into that project." Cate opened the refrigerator looking for something to put together for him. " I didn't make anything. My mind was ummm, rather preoccupied you know." She grinned at him. "I suppose I could pull something together but it might take a while." She stretched out each word and let out a silly huff. She looked at him to see if her actions did anything but he just laughed with her. 

"I love when you are so impatient – for some things." He took her into his arms, "I love you so many ways." She sighed and held on to him tighter and whispered she loved him too. "But I'm also hungry woman!"

She smiled at him and agreed. "Now you're going to make me wait though... " Her giggled was stifled by a kiss. "That isn't helping you know." He smiled as he held her face in his hands.

"Why don't you head upstairs? I'll be there shortly." He kissed her again, a long, slow deep kiss before sending her on her way.

Cate went upstairs, freshened up and looked at her nightgowns, she thought maybe the blue or the black one tonight. Her hands slipped among the garments and felt silky and cool on her fingers. She grinned and made her choice. When she heard John she went and jumped onto the bed, sitting on her knees, wearing nothing but a big smile. John's smile was a big as hers.

"Well, well, well, seems I'm overdressed." Before she could say a word his hands pulled her to his lips. Cate stretched her neck up to press against his lips. She made good use of her hands unbuttoning his shirt, before moving to his jeans. She was fumbling a little and his hands pushed hers aside and made quick work of the buttons and the zipper too. With his lips still on hers he pulled his shirt off. If they could have continued their kiss and push his jeans off they would have but they sacrificed the kiss for urgency. She was rushing and pushing and he got a kick out of it. "Am I in your way?" he asked. She told him to shush and hurry up. He did. 

John pushed her back on the bed and was over her in a moment. They kissed passionately. Cate wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She felt possessed with want. "John I need you in me now, like I've never needed you before." Cate's breath was shallow and her hand reached down to guide him into her. "Really John, please." She pleaded, "please!" He looked into her eyes as he slowly teased her and when her fingers dug into his back he entered her fully in one driving thrust. 

Their eyes pierced each other's as he held still and she gripped him as tightly as she could, inside and out. "Something's gotten into you my sweet Cate. What do you think it is?" He moved slightly and she dug her heels into his back. The look in her eyes was so intense, "Do you suppose this has anything to do with our conversations? Are you imagining a woman watching us? Or maybe you're thinking of Mike and the night at the restaurant. You know he'd love to join us." He pulled almost out of her and drove back in with emphasis. 

"John, just fuck me! I don't know or care, just fuck me!" He had every intention of doing just that, but he still wanted to dig deeper into her mind. He took her legs from around his waist and pulled her body forward then pushed her legs apart. He rhythmically moved in and out over and over. He quickened his pace as he felt her reaching a climax. He drove her over the edge and held her tightly just like she held him tightly inside. "Yes, yessssssss!" Cate screamed out and John pushed for more.

He loved it; love to see the pleasure course through her body. He planned to see more tonight. He held her as her body quieted, his hand brushed the hair from her face and he kissed her softly. "I love seeing your pleasure Cate... it's beautiful." She smiled up at him knowing he always felt that tenderness when she climaxed, and she loved him for it. 

"Thank you John, I sure do love to give you the pleasure of seeing my pleasure." Her smiled turned to a grin. "Didn't you say something about more? I distinctly remember you mentioning more." Her eyes were full of fun and desire. He kissed her hard and she pressed her hands against him, pushing him away from her. She definitely had more in mind. "I want more."

"You do?"

"Oh yes, I sure do."

"I'm so surprised."

"You are not you big tease."

"Me tease you? I'd never do that."

"Maybe I'm mistaking you for someone else then." 

He held her hands down on the bed and smiled at her. "Maybe you were. Maybe it was Mike or maybe that 'other woman'. What do you think about that?" That grin, she loved that grin of his. "Hmmm?"

"Maybe someday love. I don't know how you push buttons I didn't know I had but you do. I was surprised at the mention of being watched, especially by a woman. When you described that she was touching her breasts I knew what 'she'd' be feeling but only to a point – no pun intended. You should have written to me about what it's like to suck and lick on breasts. You should tell me how your mouth feels when full with the soft flesh." She grinned slyly. "That's what I want to know about."

"Exactly!" 

"Damn, as soon as it came out I knew it was backwards! Damn, damn, damn." She shook her head mostly at herself but him too. "You just twist my mind around and around and you love it don't you? Now would you just roll over so I can move? I need to move if I'm going to get more you know." He rolled over taking her with him. "Smooth move." Their shared laughter filled the room.

"I thought so. OK, I'll give you a break on the whole 'other woman' issue for now. But your true feelings just came out – might as well admit it baby." He kissed her lightly, she growled and bit his lip. "So we'll get around to it for sure." 

"Oh we will huh? You're giving me a pass on this for the moment huh? Mighty sporty of you." He wasted no time and pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. Slow and deep, the kind you don't want to end but knew it'd be worth it for what came next.

"Now what about that 'more' you mentioned?" Grinning she slithered down his body. She straddled one of his legs. Cate watched him with a glint in her eyes. The love she felt for him was overpowered by lust. She lowered her womanhood onto his shin, grinding and humping. Still watching him intently she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and dropped her mouth down onto his cock.

He saw the head go into her mouth and immediately reacted with a small thrust. She sucked and twirled her tongue on it, tasting herself and him. She moaned her delight. So did John. She slurped loudly as she pushed her mouth down his shaft then up again. John squirmed some as he encouraged her for more. He took a deep breath of their mixed scent that filled the room as he watched her every move. 

Her breasts were tantalizing close to his member so she didn't resist. Letting go of his cock with her hands she pressed her tits closer. She bent her head to envelop him with her breasts. She lifted her head, and said to him, "Isn't more great?" Not waiting for an answer, knowing the answer she took him right back into her mouth.

Cate held her breasts around him, loving the feel of him so tight and wet. The head of his cock came so close to her lips, it was teasing her mouth. Thrusting with force John slid through the divide of her tits. So slick and warm, just like her mouth was as she tried to capture him with each thrust upwards. Her fingers formed a sort of jail for his cock. Not that he wanted to escape but she loved the feel of him held beneath her fingers. John let out a few groans and Cate hummed at each.

"Mmmmm, more." 

"More?" She smiled. "Isn't that my line John?" She filled her mouth with him again.

"It's you I think of every time I hear the word, my insatiably sweet and lovely slut."

She giggled and he moaned at the vibrations her giggle caused. She couldn't get enough of the delicious and delightful feel of him pulsing in her mouth. The heat, the friction and the throbbing were almost too much to contain. 

"Cate, stop." She looked up quizzically. "More fucking. More thrusting. More of me buried deep inside you. Lots more." He pulled himself from her mouth and sat upright. His breathing was still rapid, his eyes still full of lust. "Kneel baby, I want to take you from behind. I want my hands on those beautiful tits. I want to breathe in your ear and tell you how much I enjoy our fucking." 

Cate happily complied. She lifted off his leg that had held him captive to her. Her knees were almost weak hearing his words. "Oh John, yes. Yes! God you're beautiful. Love me the way you want John, because it's the way I want too." John guided his cock into her slowly, far too slow for Cate. "More John!" They smiled at their 'word of the night.'

More is what she got. John thrust into her so hard he knocked her down onto her forearms. Now her ass was higher and he loved the change of sensation. He pounded into her. Both were grunting, dripping with sweat and wanting more. The intensity increased as he drove hard into her. The pillow her face was buried in muffled her screams. Her hands gripped the soaked sheets. 

John's hands were digging hard into her hips. They were both slick with moisture. Bending to drape himself over her back John grabbed her arms. There was barely breath of air between them. Their heat rose up. The sound of his balls slapping her ass mixed with their grunts and her high-pitched squeals. He drove harder. 

The explosion was imminent. Just a few more thrusts. She felt his first burst as she yelled out. "Yes, John. More!"

There'd always be more for them.



Control Issues Pt. 02



He had fucked her again after that. He had rolled her over onto her stomach and taken her while she lay flat on the bed. The entire time, he had his hand in her hair, pulling her head back so he had access to her neck. And in between kissing, biting, and sucking on her neck, he'd continued to tell her what he thought of her. He'd called her names, degrading names that a woman like her, a professional with a career, a strong independent woman, knew she should hate him for.

And she'd tried to deny him. She'd told him to go to hell, that there was no way she would give in to his bullshit blackmail. She'd struggled more against him and tried to push him off of her. But he was so much bigger and stronger than she was and he'd used his strength to maneuver her so she had no control over what happened to her. 

"You are such a little cumslut, Elizabeth. I knew you would be a good fuck but I didn't know your pussy'd be so eager to have my cock. God, can you feel that, slut? Can you feel how tight and wet your pussy is and how hard I am inside you? Feel my cock deep inside you? Yeah, here I come again, baby girl, slamming into your cunt, hard inside you, pumping that sweet tight little cunt of yours. Your pussy is so damn tight, it's hard to believe you're such a slut. And you are, aren't you? Just another cumslut. I wonder if you even know how many men you've let fuck this amazing tight pussy... Well, you're my cumslut now..."

On and on. It seemed like the more degrading his words, the hotter and wetter she felt, and the harder his cock became. And the harder his cock got, the more words came from his mouth. It was a never ending cycle and, when he finally finished with her, she was exhausted. Emotionally and physically. She could not wrap her mind around what was happening to her body and her self-confidence. 

He'd told her, once he let her get dressed, that he meant it. If she didn't do as he asked, when he asked, he would send a copy of these tapes to each of the partners at her law firm. And he'd let her know that the editing would show just what a whore she was. He threatened to ruin her reputation and her career. They'd fire her in an instant before they'd let it get out that their number one litigator was a fucking whore, because once that was out, she was useless to them.

Driving home, through those same windy roads, her mind was in constant motion. The storm had passed but there was debris everywhere on and alongside the road. The winds had left a huge mess in their wake. She again thought of the metaphor, the disarray her life had been launched into last night when Mark had betrayed her. She'd thought he gave a shit about her, that the passion he displayed was emotional as well as physical. But all of it, she now realized, was a ploy to get in her pants. Why did she always fall for these assholes? And how was she going to handle the threat Mark had made against her?

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She found her way home. Her body ached as she climbed the stairs, then up still more stairs to her bedroom. All she could think about was a hot hot shower. She tossed her clothes on the floor and stepped into the steamy space, feeling the heat of the water flow over her body, her shoulders, her breasts, her ass and her thighs. 

She couldn't stop thinking about Mark. She was shocked to find that, mostly, she couldn't stop thinking about the sex and the way he had spoken to her. Nobody had ever spoken to her like that. Nobody had ever exerted any sort of dominance; hell, she'd never let any man feel like he had control over any situation. She was too stubborn and too methodical to let that happen, before this. Before Mark had just taken control, established his power over her. 

She still couldn't believe hot that had made her, how turned on by it all she was. She could feel her clit start tingling as she thought of the nasty things he'd said to her. She pushed it out of her mind. She had more important things to think about than sex. Her fucking career was being toyed with!

After ten minutes or so of the water relaxing her shoulders, her mind began to calm. There was no way she was going to let him dictate terms to her. She would rather resign from the firm than continue to work there with the humiliation and degradation that would come with Mark's demands. She turned off the water, stepped out and grabbed her towel, heading straight for her home office as she wrapped the towel around her. She sat down at her computer and began to write. 

"The best defense is a good offense," she said aloud to herself. Screw Mark. Screw her partners. She'd just quit. Then Mark would have no control over the future of her career. Before she realized it, she'd sent the email off to Jon, the firm's managing partner. It was a request for a morning meeting with him. She began to sketch out how the conversation would go, what she needed to say. She knew what this meant. It meant she couldn't work for another firm. If Mark was willing to follow through on his threat at this firm, he could very well take those tapes to the next one, and the next one, and the next one. No way in hell she was going to keep running from him. If she was going to do this, if she was going to eliminate the threat Mark held against her career, she was going to have to find a way to survive on her own. 

And that meant opening her own firm. And that meant telling Jon her intentions but not until after she had maneuvered her client information... She set to work next on her client list. It was going to be a long day and a long night.

-

Around 11 pm she finally felt like she had a good strategy and a good business plan. She'd researched office space and malpractice coverage and all the things she knew she was going to need to budget for to make this work. She'd drafted the letter to her clients and she'd thought through all she needed to say to Jon so she could walk out the door with the business of those clients. She started thinking about how she needed to dress to make the biggest impact and she stood up to go peruse her closet. 

Just as she did, her email inbox dinged. It was a new email from Mark. And there was an attachment. "Fuck," she shouted at her computer, "how the hell did he get my personal email address!??!"

She sat back down with a thud and resignedly clicked on the email.

How's my gorgeous cumslut feeling tonight? Manage to get any rest or have you spent the whole day trying to find a way out of our little arrangement? Yeah, that's what I thought, you've been making plans, haven't you? Well, don't even go there, bitch. I've got you pinned to that bed of yours, hands tied behind your back, figuratively and literally if I so choose. I cannot believe how good this video plays. You're going to love it and I am going to love fucking you for as long as it suits me. Go ahead. Open the video. You know you're dying to. Hell, I know that in between all of those plans you've been making today, your mind kept wandering back to our night together and how hot and wet you were while I was having my way with you. Well, here's the proof, baby. Here's the goddamn proof of what a whore you are. Enjoy.

Elizabeth could feel her clit start tingling again as she read his words. Shaking at the idea that he had this sort of power over her, that he knew how her mind worked only too well, she clicked on the video and it opened. 

There she was, in the chair in his room, her shirt pulled off and her breasts jutting out over her bra. He was mauling them and she was loving it. Then he was sucking on her nipples while she moaned over and over. Her hair was askew and her makeup smeared. Her legs spread wide to allow him to rub up against her. His hands were under her ass pushing her even harder against his cock. She looked so... so... wanton! She couldn't believe it. And she sounded like such a whore! Damn it! Damn him! Somehow, the video jumped and now he was leading her to his bed, now wearing his t-shirt and those fucking Superman boxer briefs. 

And then they were lying there together, her with no shirt on, her breasts now free from her bra. She was still moaning like a damn whore. And then he was naked. And then she was naked too and moving down his stomach towards his cock with a slutty smile on her face. Looking up at him while she licked her way up his cock ("That fucking beautiful cock!" she thought to herself.) and then put it all in her mouth, deep towards the back of her throat, and started sucking on it. 

And now he was saying all of those awful things and she was just taking it, letting him, with a stupid smile on her face! She was looking and acting like the cumslut he kept calling her. God, it was even worse than she feared and they hadn't even started fucking yet! 

She slammed her hands down and then practically knocked her monitor off her desk as she found the button to turn the darn thing off. No way she was going to let this asshole ruin her career, ruin her life! No way. 

She slammed the door to the office as she walked out, down the hallway to her bedroom. Time to get some sleep. Tomorrow the war began.

-

The alarm came early but she was already awake. She'd chosen a simple black suit, skirt a little too high above the knees to make it courtroom appropriate but perfect for client meetings. High enough to get the client's attention anyway. Green silk blouse, just the right number of buttons undone, walking that line between office appropriate and suggestive. Her favorite earrings, just a little dangle to draw attention to her neckline. Hair back and up but still soft and feminine. Stockings and garters because they always made her feel so strong and in control. The final touch were the heels, black patent leather, 3 inches, open toes. She felt strong and sexy. 

She pushed all of the thought of that email, and that video, to the back of her mind. Compartmentalizing it all as she had always done oh so well. She was ready.

She walked down the stairs to her car, parked on the street; her focus was on the meeting with Jon. She needed to get this just right. She didn't even notice the truck parked across from hers. Not until he was there, right next to her, his arm around her waist, pulling her close like a long lost lover. 

"Hey beautiful," he said. And then he brought his mouth down on hers hard, a little too hard. "Where are you off to so early and all dressed up? Damn, you look good enough to eat." He pushed his face into her neck and nipped at it just under her ear. "Oh, and you smell good too...Makes me want to push you over the hood of your car, hike up your skirt and fuck you right here. What do you think, baby? Ready for a morning fuck? Or maybe I ought to just finger bang you so you're good and wet and dying for my cock while you're at the meeting you're off to in such a hurry."

"Look here, asshole," Elizabeth said, finally finding her voice after getting over the shock of him standing there and the further shock of how her body responded to him. She tried to maintain her composure in case her neighbors were watching. "Get the fuck away from me before I call the police, do you hear me? This is not happening. I won't let you do this to me!" She tried to move away from him but his grip was too tight.

"Oh, I've already done you, slut. Three times, in fact, or have you forgotten already? Oh, but you didn't watch the whole video so you didn't get to see it all again, did you? Well, obviously you didn't because you turned it off before the really good stuff. There was at least an hour left of porn quality entertainment when you turned it off. But that's okay, I've got the real thing right here for you." He moved closer again, tightening his grip on her waist and pushing his cock forward to grind against her. She could feel him hard against her as she realized he must have been monitoring her view of the video or he wouldn't have known she hadn't watched the whole thing.

"You're not getting away with this, Mark," she cried. "Get off of me! I'll show you, I'm going to quit just as soon as I get to the office. Then you, and your video, can go to hell!" As soon as she said it she knew it was a tactical error. Letting him know her plan gave him a chance to get in the way, to change and control the playing field. 

But telling him caught him enough by surprise that she was able to get out of his grip. As fast as she could, she opened her car door, got in, and slammed it shut, locking it. He just stepped back, up onto the sidewalk, and watched as she drove away as fast as she could. In her rearview mirror, she could see him walking to his car and getting in.

-

Thirty minutes later she was pulling into her office parking garage, again trying to put Mark out of her mind, again focused on the task at hand, her conversation with Jon. "Get ahold of yourself, Lizzie! You're stronger than this!" She closed her eyes and rested her head on the steering wheel taking deep breaths and trying to get control over her thumping heart. 

Her phone beeped telling her she had an email. Hesitantly, she fished it out of her purse. As she feared, it was from Mark. This time to her work email. 

First, bitch, let me say that you really do look amazing in that little black skirt and those fuck me pumps. I am so going to enjoy fucking you with that exact skirt up around your waist and those heels still on. The question is do I bend you over and fuck you from behind or lay you on your back so I can watch your face while your feet bounce around up in the air? 

I'm going to enjoy it all that much more when you realize the futility of all of this, come to your senses and start begging me to keep our dirty little secret. You're winding yourself up and that's going to mean your fall is that much sweeter, baby. So fucking sweet.

But, to the point, your little meeting with Jon this morning has been moved. I talked to him on his way into work and told him we would be meeting him for breakfast across the street, in the restaurant at Hotel Heathington. I told him you and I had planned a little surprise for him... And I have a picture to give him too, one of my favorite pictures, a still shot from our night together. So, how are you at thinking on your toes, slut? Even when they're snug in those goddamn sexy heels? 

See you in 10 minutes across the street. Don't be late, whore. I don't like to be kept waiting and you might not want to leave me alone with Jon for too long.

Elizabeth's stomach sank as she played out the possibilities in her mind. Damn, she'd blown it! How could she have told him?! What an idiot she was! ""Get a grip, Elizabeth Louise! Calm down and think this through." She looked at her watch. She didn't have time to think this through. Mark said he had a picture to give Jon. She could only hope she got there before he had a chance to open it. She took a deep breath and walked across the street to the hotel, preparing herself to think on her feet.

When she got to the restaurant, she found Jon and Mark already there, sitting in a booth, laughing. They both had coffee in front of them, so she knew they'd been there a while. In front of Jon was a plain manila envelope, She couldn't tell if it had been opened yet. Mark saw her first and gave her one of his charming smiles.

"Well there she is! We were just talking about you, Elizabeth! Wow, don't you look gorgeous this morning!" Mark feigned as if he hadn't already seen her. She hoped that was a good sign. He stood up as she approached the booth. Jon did too. "Here, why don't you slide on in there between us?" Mark said gesturing at her to get into the booth. Without thinking, she did as he bade. 

"Let's get you some coffee! Jade?" he called out to the waitress as she came towards them. "Jade, would you please bring this lovely lady a cup of coffee? Thanks so much, beautiful." Elizabeth noticed that Jade, a young attractive waitress who had served her hundreds of times, didn't even look at her. She was completely entranced by Mark as he flirted with her, touching her hand as he spoke to her. Damn, he was good at that! She scurried away to get the coffee, undoubtedly so she could scurry back and see him again quickly. 

Mark turned his attention back to Jon and Elizabeth. "So, now, where were we, Jon? Oh yes, we were discussing your plans to make Elizabeth a partnership offer at the end of the month! That's so exciting! Did you know, Elizabeth? Of course, it cannot hurt that my boss asked me to come over this morning and tell Jon how much he's liked working with you on this latest case and that he intends on sending every bit of work he has specifically to you. That's a pretty huge feather in your pretty little cap, isn't it?" Under the table, Mark rested his hand on Elizabeth's knee and squeezed, hard.

It took all her willpower not to respond to him or even look at him. She kept her eyes on Jon, watching his face for confirmation. Partner?!! She had thought her chances of making partner were a couple of years off. This was huge, if it was true. Jon was nodding at Mark and then looked at her.

"Well, of course, if Elizabeth can bring in guaranteed work of that caliber and quantity, she'll definitely be on the list for partnership this month. That is just such wonderful news, Mark. It was so kind of you to offer to come over and tell me yourself. I'd have loved to have heard it from Elizabeth too, of course, but having you here really shows your company's intentions, doesn't it?" Jon was clearly ecstatic that Mark's boss, Simon, would commit their work to the firm and to Elizabeth. It was a huge coup as they had normally piecemealed their work all over town. Elizabeth's head was spinning at the potential of such a reality. She'd worked so hard for so long but she never would have dreamed that partnership was possible yet. 

Mark's hand crept further up her leg, bringing her back to the reality at hand. He was blackmailing her and now he was making it almost impossible for her to quit this job if she wanted to see her dream of partnership in a big firm. She couldn't think straight; it was so much to process. The heat from Mark's hand moving under her skirt up towards her pussy wasn't helping. Elizabeth prayed he couldn't feel the heat coming from between her legs as her body responded to his touch. She felt his fingertips brush against her panties and she tried to squeeze her legs together to deny him access. 

Jade brought back the coffee and stood these, hoping for Mark's attention again. He didn't even notice. 

"Well, she can," he said. "Simon wanted to be here to give you the news himself, of course, but duty called so he sent me to personally deliver the letter." Mark gestured to the envelope on the table. "He was disappointed not to get to see Elizabeth again. We have all enjoyed having her in the office so much. She has a huge following at our company." Elizabeth flushed as she remembered Mark telling her what the men in his office had actually been thinking about her when she had been at their office last. "In fact," Mark continued, "he suggested that she start spending at least one day a week working from our offices so that she can be there on the ground level and hopefully help us avoid some of the litigation we seem to be getting into." His fingers had found her clit and were brushing back and forth across in now, increasingly insistently. 

Even in her distracted fog, alarm bells started going off in Elizabeth's head. Before she could speak, Jon jumped on the idea. "Well, that's a great idea! Then she can be there to help all of you managers with the performance management of your teams. I'm sure Elizabeth will jump at the chance to work on the ground floor with you, right, Elizabeth?"

She felt her smile cracking as she tried to hold her composure at the prospect of working in the same office space with Mark at least one day a week and, all the while, Mark's hand was up her skirt now pressing back and forth against her clit so hard that it fluctuated between pain and pleasure. 




Control Issues Pt. 02



"It is a fantastic idea," Elizabeth heard herself say, "but it's probably not necessary. You guys are in pretty good shape already. I doubt you need me down on the floor with you." She blushed as she accidentally twisted the phrasing as to be suggesting literally lying on the floor with Mark. Mark pushed, hard, against her clit and a wave of entirely pleasurable pain rippled over her pussy.

Jon was looking at her now. "Are you feeling okay, Elizabeth? You look a little out of sorts." 

"I'm fine. I'm fine," she said. "Really. It's just a little warm in here is all."

"Oh, how rude of me," Jon said. "I should have offered to take your suit jacket. Here, let me help." He reached for her and started pulling her jacket off of her shoulders. Mark pulled his hand out from under her skirt before Jon could see it. But it was too late, as the jacket came off it became apparent that Mark's touch had gotten to her. Her nipples were standing hard and erect, clearly visible through the thin silk blouse she was wearing. 

Jon paused, staring at her breasts, momentarily frozen by what he was seeing. Then his hands brushed down her arms as he pulled the jacket further down, using the movement to brush his fingers against the outsides of her breasts. Elizabeth sat there, stunned. Jon had just felt her up! Her boss, the attorney she most respected in the entire city, had just felt her up while he stared at her tits! 

Mark, however, found the situation truly entertaining. "She is a gorgeous little thing, isn't she?" he said to Jon as if Elizabeth weren't sitting right there between the two men. "I mean, honestly Jon, how do you get a bit of work with a piece like Elizabeth sitting in the office next to yours? I don't think I'd be able to focus on anything but which blouse she was wearing every morning." 

Mark's words caused Jon to again stare at Elizabeth's breasts, which were now heaving as she tried to hold it together and her breathing became heavy. Elizabeth was humiliated and a slight flush appeared on her cleavage. And Mark was loving every minute of it and decided to get more suggestive. 

"I'd be so busy hoping she'd walk by my office so I see her short little skirt, I wouldn't get a thing done." This time he gestured so that Jon's eyes followed his hand down to where Elizabeth's skirt had been left when Mark had stopped fingering her under the table. The hem of her skirt was high, too high, barely showing the tops of her stockings. Elizabeth tried to subtly pull her skirt back down but it was hard to do in the leather booth. She was too late. Jon had seen it all. And he didn't seem to be able to keep his eyes off of her body now. Elizabeth realized she was turned on! God, she hoped Mark would just stop! 

But Mark wouldn't let it go. Oh no, this was too sweet. Watching Elizabeth squirm as her professional image was forgotten and her femininity placed on display for Jon's focus and perusal. Mark decided to take it up a notch. "I can honestly say, I would be trying to get in her pants daily, if I were you. Or maybe I should say 'up her skirt' instead since she usually wears these tiny little things, doesn't she?" 

With that Mark actually put his hand on her thigh. "Do you have a policy at the firm about how short skirts should be in the office? Because this is pretty damn short. Maybe even borderline unprofessional, don't you think, Jon?" 

Mark took the hem of her skirt between his fingers and lifted it up just a little. "I mean, look, just another half an inch up and you can see her garters!" Now Mark was practically teasing Jon who sat there staring at the peep show Mark was now putting on with Elizabeth's body and undergarments. 

Elizabeth just sat there frozen, stunned and humiliated, completely turned on and utterly unable to find the words to put Mark in his place without embarrassing her boss for staring. Another half an inch and Jon was going to be able to see the wet spot on her panties Mark had just left. 

"How do you not fantasize about fucking her constantly?" Elizabeth sucked in her breath. She couldn't believe he'd just said that! She tried to squirm away but Mark placed his other hand subtly on her neck and shoulder and held her down. He looked at her intently and she realized he was commanding her not to move. How dare he!!? She tried to move away again and this time, as he held her down, he nodded his head towards the envelope questioningly... Did she really want him to have Jon open it? What if it wasn't a letter from Simon but was instead, the photograph he'd threatened before! 

Jon didn't even notice or seem to hear him, he was still staring at her legs, her garters, and her skirt that Mark still held up. And, now, lifted even further. "I mean, damn Jon, look at those sweet little panties and that pussy! God, you can smell her cunt from here, can't you? Makes my cock hard! How about yours?" Suddenly Jon looked flustered as he, Mark and Elizabeth all looked down to see his cock hard and straining against his pants.

"Um, well, yeah" Jon stammered, still staring between her legs at the wet spot on her panties. "She is a beautiful woman. No question there. And, umm, yeah, well I've thought about her, of course, umm." 

Mark jumped in and goaded him on. "I'll bet you have. I'll bet you have. Well, you're seeing her now, aren't you? Sitting here with her skirt so high you can see her pussy. Her nipples hard, poking through that slinky blouse, just dying to be bitten, aren't they? Come on, Jon, touch her. You know you want to. Touch the little whore." 

Jon seemed entranced as he reached his hand for her thigh, ran it up further, and cupped her pussy. Abruptly, his demeanor changed and he leaned forward towards her. "Little slut is so wet and hot, I can feel her through her panties," he growled. 

He pressed against her, his fingers cupped under so that they pushed at the material of her panties and into the entrance of her pussy. 

"I always knew you were a whore, Elizabeth," Jon whispered loudly. "Look at you, sitting here with your cunt on display for two men, practically begging us to fuck you." He pushed harder and further up into her. "You want cock bad, don't you, whore? I wonder how long it's been since you had one shoved into your cunt, huh? An hour? Two? Can't go too long, can you? No, cum loving whores like you only want one thing, cock. Cock and lots of it. Fucking whores." 

Elizabeth had never seen this side of Jon; he was angry and aggressive. And condescending. "I knew you were just like all the rest. I knew you were a cumslut. Acting all high and mighty and business-like. Probably fucking half the guys at the firm, aren't you? Those rumors going around about you fucking Sanders in the conference room last week, are true, aren't they? Who else are you fucking? Manuel? Garrett? Matthews? All of them? Or maybe even all of them at once? How about the new guy, Christianson? You had any of his big black cock yet? He's only been with us a couple of weeks but I'll bet you've sucked his cock too, haven't you?" 

As he spoke, she felt Mark push her knees apart and Jon's hand started pushing her panties in and out of her pussy. 

"Know what? Know what's going to happen now? Now I'm going to go get us a room and you are going to come up and properly thank Mark for hand delivering his business to you and thank me for making you a partner. Oh, yeah, you're going to thank us on your hands and knees, on your back, and bent over the fucking couch. Yeah, this is going to be good." And with that, he pulled his hand out of her pussy, slid out from behind the booth and stood up. "I'll call down with the room number in a bit. Mark, why don't you keep Elizabeth company until you hear from me?"

Elizabeth felt her control over everything slipping away and along with it her world.



Control Issues



She wanted to take his hand and force it between her legs; she wanted him to touch her, to bring her over that edge. He did slip his finger along the inside of her thighs, getting so very close but not close enough for Cate. She squirmed more, wiggled more - but it was for naught. He pressed the button again, and instantly her hand went to his to try to stop him. She only accomplished a second hit of the vibrator that sat directly on her clit. A low growl escaped her mouth, and then she bit her lip to try to stifle another and gripped John's hand tightly. Still he only grinned. 

Cate had to turn her head away when the waiter brought a tray with desserts and coffee. She was concentrating on breathing, which seemed to be difficult enough as she felt John's finger dance so very lightly on her folds, applying more pressure he ran his finger up and down until she gasped. His finger tantalized her more and more, and when he plunged a finger into her she thought she'd cry out so loudly that everyone would look. Instead she grabbed her napkin and stuffed it into her mouth as she pressed her mouth against John's arm, her fingers dug into him so hard there would be bruises. He took his finger out and brought it between their faces, she watched as he licked her juice off as if it was his dessert. She whimpered. 

John stroked her face, brushed the hair from her face and kissed her lightly, so softly. There would be a reprieve in her sweet torture for now. He held her gently; he could feel her tension as well as some shivers of desire. It was all just as he wanted and what she wanted too. Mike returned and John invited him to sit again. He moved to sit fairly close to Cate and gave her a grin, much like John's.

It was clear Mike knew just what was happening with Cate and made no attempt to feign ignorance; in fact it seemed John was more than happy to include him in their evening. Cate was feeling the effect of the wine. She was relaxed for the first time tonight and held John's hand on her lap. She was breathing easier too, until she saw John slide the remote control to Mike. She thought she wanted to stop it - then she realized she didn't want to stop him. Her mind must be playing a trick she thought. She'd never want this, would she? 

It was unbelievable to her; never had she experienced anything like this. Mike pressed that button and her thoughts were lost to the sensations. John felt her reaction. She was sitting close and her leg was still over his. He plunged his finger into her so quickly she was stunned. She gasped and gripped his finger inside her. He plunged again and again, and soon she was writhing towards that edge. When Mike sent another zap to the vibrator she went over that edge for the first time tonight. She stifled the scream and pressed against John's hand, trying to stop his fingers but he pushed on and on and Cate's head banged against his chest as she rode the wave. 

John slipped his fingers out of her pussy and brought his arms around her, holding her as she calmed. He wiped her brow and kissed her softly, whispering in her ear. She clung to him, needed his soothing gestures. Slowly her breath returned. She hadn't noticed Mike had moved closer to her. She only noticed her beating heart. She did respond when she felt a hand on the inside of her thigh, touching so lightly and then the hand splayed, moving closer to her sex. She realized it wasn't John's hand, it was Mike's.

Before she could muster a sound Mike's finger was inside her. Her eyes became wide in disbelief. She looked to John, not knowing what she really wanted. Her mind raced but formed no complete thought. She knew it was all more then she imagined but she couldn't find the will or the power to stop it. The pleasure was far more intense then any thought of propriety that challenged her. Mike was fingering her faster and harder and Cate once more fell over that wondrous edge, quivering in John's arms as she did. 

As the wave subsided Cate felt Mike's fingers slip out of her and when he tasted her from his fingers. A gasp escaped her mouth. It was beginning to register, the scene, the place, the events. She gripped John's hand tightly as if somehow to express herself to him, that she had moved beyond that comfort zone but needed him to bring her back to the safety of his protection and his love. She thought she was embarrassed, although perhaps it was more likely she was just stunned. The entire evening had brought forth in her a sense that she was learning something about herself she never imagined to be true. John held her tightly. He did sense her thoughts and feelings. He knew it was time to leave; they had all surprised themselves that evening. 

The three slipped out of the semicircular banquette, John held Cate's hand and then slipped his arm around her. They followed behind their friend. As the couple waited for the car to arrive, Mike took her hand and placed a soft kiss upon it, a simple gesture of reassurance. She smiled softly at him and then leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. This would remain between the three. She trusted that now. She also felt a change within her. She had dared to go beyond her fantasy, beyond her imagination, certainly beyond any experience she'd ever had and inside she began to feel a womanly satisfaction take root, there was a thrill to her feelings. John gave her so much and now he had given her a very special gift, one she knew she would treasure. One she wanted to repay too.