1 comments/ 20314 views/ 2 favorites In Charge Ch. 01 By: Chimney Sweep Chapter 01: The First Night I dated many women in college but only two stand out. The first was Gina and if you follow my stories you will notice that her name comes up regularly. Gina was two years behind me and we met when she was a freshman. She was beautiful, raven-haired, voluptuous, and built for luxurious pleasure. Her smile was magical and she used it to devastating effect. She had lovely legs, a slightly generous ass and hips, nice heavy breasts, and a stunning face. She was the perfect princess who wanted to be treated like a whore in bed. She didn't start that way. She started as the perfect princess who thought she would wait until marriage to have sex, and thought the very idea of oral sex was disgusting. She was a virgin when we met but she learned fast. Eventually she became addicted to sex and went far beyond my means to provide for her. It's sad really. She equated sex with intimacy and love, so anytime she was feeling emotionally needy or in any way frustrated or unsatisfied she channeled those needs into the need for sex. While it was exciting at first it was ultimately very unhealthy. The sex never fulfilled her need for intimacy and so the need increased, a spiraling cycle which eventually ended in ruin. On the road to this destruction of our relationship we had some great times. At one point when we were well into our sexual relationship we reached a bit of a plateau. We had taught each other quite a bit by being very honest and sharing with our activities, but at a certain point it became a bit boring and we needed a change. Neither of us was experienced enough to know what we wanted to do, but I had a naughty streak a mile wide and I knew from experience that where I lead, she would follow. I suggested that we have "in charge" nights where one or the other of us would be completely at the other's whim. I am a very polite guy and always afraid of pushing a woman farther than she wants to go, so I rarely pushed for anything truly unusual. Still, I had the desire and the suspicion that she would play along with quite a bit. She agreed to the plan but was a bit confused about how it would work. Like I said, her imagination was not up to her willingness. I suggested that I go first to give her a taste of what it meant. I promised not to push too far, but made sure she realized that the event would be all about the "master's" desires and satisfaction and that nothing should be taken as an insult or a lack of consideration. This would be a subordinate thing, and what the person in charge says, goes. It wasn't a submission/domination thing so much as a luxury for the person in charge. At least that's how I thought of it. She agreed that I would go first and we set a date, a Friday night when we knew we would have nothing else distracting us. It was to be at my dorm room and she would come over shortly after dinner. As the date approached I was nervous. What would I ask for? How would I conduct myself? I didn't want to be aggressive and forceful because that just isn't appealing to me, but I didn't want to just settle for an extended backrub and blowjob either. I wanted to push our envelope a bit without scaring her. It occurred to me that we might want to have lists of things we absolutely would not do, but I didn't think that would be an issue for this coming Friday. I eventually came up with some good ideas and arranged the required props for the evening. It wasn't much but I thought it would help to loosen us up a bit and get more comfortable communicating during the act. Friday came quickly and I was ready. A quick shower after dinner and I was in my dorm room waiting for her to arrive. It was very difficult to keep from fidgeting terribly as I waited. I did some homework – poorly – to pass the time, knowing that Gina was commonly late. When she knocked on the door I jumped a bit even though I expected it. I let her in quickly and locked the door behind her. I took her jacket and hung it in the closet, kissed her hello, and made sure she was still on the same page. "Are you still OK with all this?" "Absolutely. I've been wondering all week what you have planned. I'm ready to give you everything you want, baby." "Good. Come in." We came into the larger part of the room, all of 14 feet long and 8 feet wide with the "foyer" area just constricted by the large closet. In the main area was my loft high above the floor holding my bed near the 9-foot ceiling, a desk, dresser and chair provided by the university, and a huge pillow I had brought with me from home. I sat in the chair and motioned for Gina to stand near the pillow. I already had music going, mainly to cover our noises, and candles burning to set the mood. "Take your clothes off." She smiled and did as she was told. First came the sweater and bra, as she knew I loved a topless woman in denim. She touched her breasts a little and giggled, performing for me. Then she kicked off her sandals and stripped off her pants and panties. Standing naked in front of me, she waited. "Stand close to me, right in front of the chair, and don't move unless I tell you to after that." She complied, making those 3 steps as sexy and slinky as she could. And believe me, she could. As she stood directly in front of me, her full breasts at my eye level, I reached out and gently caressed her body. I started where her collarbones met at the base of her neck and moved my hand down, slowly, until my fingers brushed her fluffy brown pubic hair. She shivered at my touch and cooed a little. I moved my hand up under her left breast and cupped it, letting my index finger stimulate her swelling nipple. I pinched it very lightly with finger and thumb, knowing that she liked a bit stronger stimulation here than many women. Her eyes closed and her smile deepened. "Lick that nipple. Make it sexy." I said, dropping my hand to her hips. She had never done that before and looked a bit surprised, but she did it. She lifted her heavy breast with her left hand and bent her head down to get her tongue in range. She gave fabulous head so she knew what to do with her mouth, and her natural instincts kicked in here. She flickered her tongue on the nipple a little, then dug in hard around the areola. My hand moved back and forth across her hips and bush, not touching her clit but stimulating the area. She was now taking the whole nipple into her mouth and sucking it hard, pulling it back out to make a popping sound, then biting it a little with bared teeth. Like I said, she was a natural at giving head and just as good at making this look good. It gave me some ideas for the future, but for tonight I still had my plan. "Stop. Turn around." She turned and showed me her generous ass. Her skin was exquisite and tight at that tender age of 18. I continued to brush my hand around her back, hips and thighs, only occasionally brushing her sensitive parts. Gina was always hungry for foreplay so I thought I'd giver her a little tonight, though not nearly as much as she usually received. She was a glutton for foreplay and I expected my upcoming night of servitude to her to be full of long, slow massages and oral favors. I loved her ass. I go through phases of being a leg man, an ass man, a breast man, etc, and that night I was all about the ass. Hers was just a little generous but it gave her a wonderful curvy form. Her waist was high and small and her big tits swelled invitingly to give her a classic hourglass figure, like a pinup girl from days past. I lifted both hands to cup her ass cheeks and gently massaged them, occasionally running my fingers up her back and around front to her breasts. Gina loved absolutely any kind of attention so I'm sure she enjoyed the slow, luxurious ass massage I gave her. I reached over to the small pile of accessories I had collected and opened a bottle of lubricant. I put a fair amount in my and hand and then started to use it in her butt crack. She cooed a little and squirmed as the slippery stuff coated her private parts. I continued my massage, but now I was running my fingers over her little pink asshole as well as her pussy. I kept this up for quite a while, giving her just enough stimulation to get excited but nowhere near enough to approach orgasm. I was just giving her a different kind of foreplay. I was also getting accustomed to the feeling of me playing with her back door. I knew from experience that no matter what she protested, once faced with the prospect of trying something new she would almost always plunge right in. "Go lay down on the pillow, face down with your ass in the air and legs spread," I commanded as I removed my hand and grabbed the bottle for more lubricant. She did as she was told and settled onto the monstrous 4-foot square pillow. Her pale white ass beckoned to me as I approached her. I quickly disrobed and then went down on my knees behind her. With a new coating of lubricant I returned to my probing, but now her cheeks were spread and I had unfettered access. I started to probe a finger into her tight back door and was rewarded with a little sigh and some squirming. She was not averse to my attentions and allowed me to get my index finger inserted to the first knuckle. I let it sit there a while as I massaged her clit with my other hand, still keeping everything calm and slow. I could feel her sphincter spasm a few times on my finger, and when they subsided I started to push deeper. I was slow and cautious because I didn't want to hurt her, but she had another idea. She pushed back hard on my finger and embedded it all the way inside her. I was surprised and very aroused and had a full erection by now. I slowly retreated my finger and then pushed it back in with ease due to the lubricant. I put my middle finger out and entered her vagina, then slowly pumped both fingers into her holes. She was enjoying this deeply now, pushing back against me and giving happy little moaning sounds. I hadn't expected it to go this well but by now I was wondering if I could get my dick in there. I figured that would be something for later in the evening if at all so I put it off. Besides, I really wanted a blowjob and figured I wouldn't get one after I had that thing up her ass. I continued to finger fuck her for a while as her noises increased. I could tell she was getting close and I decided to go ahead and push her over the edge for her first orgasm. Gina was very multiorgasmic and I expected her to have a dozen or more orgasms by the end of the evening. I pulled out my fingers and got up behind her, then pushed my aching dick all the way into her slippery pussy. She didn't last long at all and had to shove part of the pillow into her mouth to keep quiet as I pushed her through her first few orgasms from behind. I fucked her fast and hard, just the way she likes it. She loved the feel of my balls as they slapped into her, or so she told me on multiple occasions. I didn't care much about that, but the feel of her vagina was heavenly and I thoroughly enjoyed humping her into a few orgasms. After her multiple orgasms ended I pulled out and lay down beside her on the floor. "You OK," I asked. "Oh yeah. Damn that was hot! You nasty boy, playing with my ass like that!" "You liked it. Don't deny it!" "I did," she exclaimed, "I never thought I would like that but it was nice. It feels better going in than out, though. It hurts a little coming out." "I'll be more careful next time. Ready for more?" "Always," she replied, her beautiful grin laced with naughty lust. I told her to get on top of me in a 69 position and give me a long, leisurely blowjob. That was her best talent anyway so I thought I'd let her do her magic. She had a fairly serious oral fixation and her smile widened even more at my commands. She moved over me and straddled my face then leaned down to get at my cock. Her blowjobs were amazing when she wanted them to be, and since she was feeling fulfilled and kinky already she made this a damn good one. I alternately licked and fingered her pussy and ass as she bobbed and twisted her head on my dick. She could deep throat me and did plenty of that and generally blew my mind as she blew me. Her hand was a strong, supple grip on my shaft as she pumped, the head in her mouth being attacked by her swirling tongue. I had planned to have her on her knees in front of me for this because she is amazing to watch, but I was still too fascinated with her ass to let it out of my sight. I occasionally forgot to work on her, as the blowjob was completely engrossing. One of her best moves was the way she would apply pressure to my shaft with her hand, then clamp down hard with her mouth as she pushed her head down on my cock. The feeling was amazing. It was tight, almost to the point of pain, and she pushed hard until I was embedded in her throat. It gave a wonderful feeling of pushing into a very tight, wet hole. After half an hour she brought me to an explosive orgasm which she swallowed, much to my content. She was fabulous at squeezing out my ejaculate and sucking at the head, so much so that I convulsed repeatedly and nearly knocked her off of me. As my spasms receded, she rolled off me and sat at my side, looking down on me and awaiting further instructions. "What now, 'master?'" she inquired playfully. I'll admit I was drained from that incredible orgasm and my desire was to take a nap. I usually fight that urge but since this evening was all about me I decided to take what I wanted. "I think I need a little nap. Give me at least 30 minutes." She was a little miffed but accepted my commands. She got up and put on my robe, then sat at the computer desk as I drifted off. I know it was selfish, but that's what I wanted. Gina had been known to keep me hard for a couple hours at a time and once got 3 orgasms out of the same erection, but I was dead to the world after that marathon session and had no intentions of repeating it just yet. I slept well for a while, full of the afterglow of orgasm. I was roused by the sound of Gina masturbating on the pillow. I looked over and saw her; legs spread and pulled up, 2 fingers moving in and out of her pussy. She was blissfully unaware that she was being watched, and that made it even hotter. I stayed quiet and watched the spectacle for a while, but my growing erection, which she could see from her angle, gave me away. She raised her head and looked at me, still working herself with her hand. "I got bored. Do you have more commands for me?" "Oh, you bet." I got up from the floor and went to my stash of props. I pulled out the dildo I had bought a week before and handed it to Gina. We had never used one before but I had a feeling it wouldn't be a problem. "Use that, and keep playing with yourself. I want to watch." Gina was an exhibitionist anyway and I realized a few days ago that I had never asked her to do this for me. As I have said, she was beautiful and knew how to be sexy, so I had every reason to expect a great show. She had been shy about this sort of thing in the past, but her inhibitions were leaving her quickly. She smiled as she took the realistic 7-inch device from me. She brought it close to her face to examine it, raised an eyebrow at me, and moved it down to her wet pussy. She removed her fingers and used the dildo to rub her clit for a while. Her wet fingers were quickly engulfed in her hungry mouth as she got into the show. She squirmed and wiggled her hips as the dildo moved up and down her entire vaginal area. She would move it down between the lips but not inside her, past the perineum so that the length of the flexible thing was rubbing her lips, then back up to bounce on her clit for a while. The whole time she was sucking her fingers or playing with her tits with the other hand. She made these sexy little cooing noises, sometimes purring, sometimes grunting, but always giving her best performance. My erection was full by now and I began slowly jerking off a coupe of feet away from her. We could each see the other in our full glory and our eyes flickered over our flesh, trying to take in as much as possible. After a while Gina was getting close to orgasm. Whatever else Gina was, she was certainly greedy. For everything from love to money to attention to sex, she had to have it all, and trying to deny her an impending orgasm was like trying to hold back the tide. As her hips gyrated more it became clear that she was about to go into high gear. I stood and took a precarious position above her, legs set wide on either side of the large pillow, aiming my cock at her mouth. She discerned my intent quickly and reached out to guide me in. I went down on my hands with my head over her pussy. It was uncomfortable and I probably looked like an idiot, but my dick was in her mouth again and I was inches away from her pussy. The insertion of my cock pushed her out of her performance and into a sprint for her orgasm. She rotated the dildo so that the balls pointed up and shoved it deep inside her. She pushed the balls up into her clit and rocked the thing hard against her pubic bone, stimulating her both internally and externally. She was having trouble attending to my dick because all her attention was on keeping that dildo up to speed. She moved very quickly, grinding the thing into her and humping her hips up to meet its thrusts. My view was incredible. The sight, sounds and smells were intoxicating as the plastic toy rocked in and out in those shallow thrusts. I had to be careful not to ram my cock down her throat, but her blowjob was getting very sloppy as her attention narrowed. As her multiple orgasms started rolling over her I hoisted a leg over and moved away from her. I went to my stash for another item, a cup of crushed ice. I took a mouthful and pressed my tongue into the cold crystals as I watched Gina fuck the dildo. She had both hands on the thing now and was shoving it roughly into herself. Damn, she was hot! This was no longer a contrived show, but a raw animalistic need to fuck that I was observing. She continued for quite some time, but eventually her muscles relaxed and she settled back down to the pillow. The dildo, now held by only one hand, no longer moved inside her but was held carelessly in place as she lay there near exhaustion. I got down on the floor and put my face between her legs. The ice had melted and my tongue was very cold. I pulled the dildo out of her and quickly inserted my cold tongue. I was rewarded with a squeal and a spasm that brought her up off the pillow again. "Damn! Do that some more." She settled back down and I gave her my best ice-head. I periodically refreshed the ice supply to keep my tongue cold and she shuddered every time. I moved slowly up and down her lips, probing gently instead of rushing for orgasm. Her pussy was always so sweet. She tasted like sex, the perfect combination of musk, perfume, and whatever else sex smells like. I slowly eased her down from the tension of her orgasms with my chilled tongue and gentle fingers. After a while she began to regain her energy. She groped her hand around, looking for the dildo. I moved it into her hand and she took it up to her mouth. As our eyes met, she began to give the toy a tongue bath. She slurped her juices from it and wagged it around her face, as she knew I loved when the phallus was my own. "What would you like next, 'master'?" After the show and licking her pussy, my cock was straining to enter her. I felt that we had pushed enough boundaries for one night and decided I wanted to end with a nice hard fucking. I have always loved a particular position for maximum thrusting, and I moved her into that position. I rolled her onto her left side, straddled her left leg, pushed her right leg up, and prepared to enter her. Holding her right leg up, I pushed quickly into her slick hole and she gasped with the intrusion. I sank all the way down, every little bit of my cock pushed into her. I could feel her cervix and pubic bone from this angle and it felt wonderful. In Charge Ch. 01 I had complete control and I used it. No more gimmicks or subtle tricks, this was straight forward fucking. I pounded into her as deeply as I could, deep and hard with an extra grind at the end. I moved at a medium pace, fast enough to rock her forward with each thrust but slow enough to feel the delicate brush of her skin against mine. I started teasing her, pulling most of the way out and giving quick shallow thrusts, not allowing more than the head to penetrate her. She would begin to squirm before I slammed a stroke all the way down. She grunted loudly with each deep thrust, but I kept her off balance by changing the timing. Sometimes I would make her wait a long time, sometimes I would give her a half dozen plunges in a row. This drove her crazy. It always did. She needed a steady rhythm to reach orgasm, but my random motions just increased her need. It did the same to me and the ache in my balls was growing. This would be a powerful orgasm. I decided it was time and turned my random strokes into a steady deep thrusting. She knew my rhythms well and she knew I was going for my orgasm. "Don't come! Hold it for after." I grumbled a bit at that. This was my night for giving orders and I desperately wanted to cram this load into her belly. Coming in a woman's mouth is wonderful, and fabulous as a change of pace, but not as fulfilling as in the pussy. Still, I'm a nice guy and I assented to her request. I turned my thoughts to other things as I increased my pace. My thrusts soon had Gina howling in orgasms. Her right hand was pressed against my lower chest and her right leg was curled tightly against my side as she tried to pull me into her with more force. It was difficult for me to hold back now but I remained in control and managed to push her through a long set of multiple orgasms without reaching my own. Her lovely face was contorted in ecstasy, eyes clamped shut and head thrashing. She was almost as fun to watch as she was to fuck. I slowed my pace as her contractions subsided. Her breath came in gasps and her body went limp. Her hair was a terrible mess in random swirls around her head, but her beaming smile showed through. I was aching with the need to release my spunk, and I made it clear I had little patience left. "You've got about 5 seconds to tell me why I shouldn't finish right now." Gina pulled her right leg out of my grasp and put it down on the pillow, thus rotating her body more towards the floor, her ass more prominently up instead of to the side. She reached down and grabbed my cock at the base, then pushed me back indicating she wanted me out of her. I obliged and moved my hips back, popping out of her well-used hole. "Come in my ass," she said quietly as she aimed my slimy dick at her back door. "Are you sure?" She nodded and pressed her ass up to offer me better access. "Let me go get the KY..." "No, just do it now!" She was insistent, still pulling my cock toward her asshole, and I was ready. I spread her cheeks and took hold of my dick. I adjusted my position and placed the head against her brown eye. It resisted a little at first, but Gina pushed back hard and it sank halfway in. She grunted loudly, but through clenched teeth she reiterated, "Fuck me!" I grabbed her hips and plunged balls deep into her tight ass. She gasped and thrashed, but her instructions had been clear. I tried to minimize the travel of the strokes, poking deep and retreating only slightly, but as my orgasm drew near my cock withdrew almost completely with each thrust and I was fucking her asshole with abandon. The grip of her sphincter around my shaft was intense and the pure pornographic raunch of fucking this princess' little hole was more than I could take. I reached orgasm quickly. I pulled her up almost on her knees as I shoved my cock into her. I was an animal and I had lost all care for her comfort or anything else. I pounded her hard, and when the feeling hit me I held her against me with all my strength. Her hole clenched the base of my shaft as the first contraction hit me. I grunted loudly with each contraction as I held myself deep inside her, trying not to hurt her but in many ways not really caring. She squealed her usual orgasmic tune and I could feel her rubbing her clit from underneath. As the contractions fled I slowly let her down, sliding my slippery dick out of her ass. She gasped as it popped out. I stood over her as she lay on the pillow. She was gorgeous. This perfect princess had just let me, no, insisted, that I defile her, and the satisfied look of fulfillment on her angelic face almost made me hard again. "I'm tired," she said, curling up a little on the huge pillow. I pulled a blanket down from my loft and put it on her. I kissed her forehead and told her to sleep, which she did quickly. I collapsed in the chair and watched her sleep for a while before I dozed off. My thoughts were filled with how lucky I was, and I hoped that my old fears of our incompatibility were unfounded. In the bed we were fire and gasoline, but aside from that, oil and water. I couldn't know what the future would bring, but at least our first "in charge" night had been a resounding success. The next few would be even better. In Charge Ch. 02 By my own estimation, I was a bit of a slut in college. I dated a few women seriously but I wasn't averse to waking up next to a naked stranger and asking her name. Some hot times were had, you can be sure of that. Still, I don't think the collected stories of all my other college sex partners can compare to the tales I could tell about one woman - Gina. I dated Gina for almost two years, easily the longest relationship I had in my five years of school. Gina was two years my junior and she was a lovely sight. She was gorgeous; simply stunning. She had a huge smile, her lips seeming insufficient to hold back the big gleaming white teeth behind them. Her hair was medium-long and dark, thick and wavy, soft and smelling of tea roses. She had full young breasts that hung heavy in her blouse, shapely legs she liked to show off, and a wonderful hourglass figure. Her hips were a touch wide but that just made her deliciously voluptuous. It made her luxurious. She was sexy in an intriguing mix of womanly body and girlish charm. She was a lusty wench, too. Her enthusiasm was nearly boundless and almost anything suggested to her would eventually come to pass. She would act horrified at first but given some time to think about it she invariably became more and more excited by the idea. Her imagination, however, was somewhat stunted and she didn't know how to release her fantasies. Well, at first. She learned. After a while our sexual relationship became a little stale as we reached a point were we were too afraid or too insecure to push each other or really ask for what we wanted. We decided to try something we called being "in charge," which was a date where one of us was to follow the other's commands without fear of hurt feelings or unfulfilled desires. I don't think it was really a dominance and submission thing, at least not at first, just a more one-way affair where one person got to be the center of attention for the night. I went first to get the ball rolling, and that night was fairly successful. We didn't do anything shocking or revolutionary, but it gave us both a certain comfort level to be a little bit selfish and really express what we wanted. It gave Gina all kinds of ideas for her first night to be in charge. We set that up for a Wednesday night since I had no classes on Thursdays and her first class didn't start until 2:30. I lived alone in a rare single room in the dormitories so it was my place or no place. She came over after dinner. She knocked on the door near sundown and I answered it quickly. Gina's wide, glorious smile engulfed me and lit a fire in my heart just like it always did. She was dolled up in a short skirt that showed off her legs and a red blouse that hung open a little more than necessary to display her generous cleavage. She knew she was devastatingly pretty and she wanted to hammer it into my skull that I was one lucky bastard. I certainly knew it. She sauntered straight into the room and took a seat in the dorm-provided "comfy chair," crossing her legs and assuming a commanding air. Without a word spoken I could tell she was really into the spirit of the evening. I was at least as excited as she was. I closed and locked the door and approached my queen. "How may I serve you tonight?" "I have a list!!" she proclaimed, actually pulling a small stack of note cards from her bra and making a bit of a show out of it. My adrenaline surged a bit as her fingers dipped in there, but I had to be patient. "May I see it?" I asked. Her mischievous grin answered me before her voice did. "Oh, no. That would be telling." "I see. Then I reiterate; how may I serve you tonight?" She reached into her purse and pulled out a CD. "Start it on track 4." "As you wish." I popped the CD in and set it up, then punched play. In a moment a slow, sexy blues groove filled the room. "Now I'll give you your first command," she said, holding out one of the note cards with an impish grin on her pretty face. I took the card and read it. strip teasE Aw, fuck! I think I would have preferred it if she had whipped out a dildo and wanted to stick it in my ass. Look, I think I'm a bit of a big shot in the sack, and generally in life I'm a confident man, but I hate dancing. I talk a good game and I think I'm a fairly smooth operator, but I'm clumsy as fuck and I can't dance to save my life. I fear nothing, but in that moment I was flat out terrified. I almost didn't notice the odd capitalization on the 3x5 card. "Uh...seriously?" "Dance for me, bitch!" I'll try not to horrify you with the precise details as I'm sure I failed miserably at most of the things I tried. You go ahead and imagine a Chippendale's dancer doing his best as you read this and I'll try to keep it brief. I reminded myself that my girl was worth it, closed my eyes and started moving my hips to the music. I turned around and wiggled my butt in her face a little and she rewarded me with a swat on the ass. A bit more swaying to the sultry blues beat and I started taking off my shirt. Thank God I was in shape back then so my torso and chest were nice to look at. My shirt came off and I tossed it to her. She twirled it over her head and cheered like a drunk trucker in a titty bar. I think I managed to make the belt somewhat sexy at least. I popped the buckle and pulled out a few inches of leather, then held it in my hand as if it were my dick. I moved in close to her and offered her the belt, which she took. She gave it a tug and I held tight, acting as if she were pulling on my cock and making an appropriate face of feigned ecstasy. She rightfully laughed at that but I did my best to push on through this heinous act. I moved away and let go of the belt and she pulled it through the belt loops and off. I popped the button and tried to gyrate suggestively as I slowly pulled the zipper down, trying to make it as loud as possible. The wide, amused smile that had not left her face since this whole debacle started finally showed the slightest wisp of lust as my pants opened. She reached out but I moved back out of range. I turned around and swayed my hips in front of her as I pushed the blue jeans off my ass so she could see my boxers. Sorry -- tiny G-string, for those of you still imagining the Chippendales dancer. About this time I regretted leaving my belt in her hands. A sharp crack of leather on my backside pulled a curse out of me and ruined any kind of rhythm I might have had, but judging by the howl of laughter from Gina she thought it was worth it. I turned with a touch of anger in my eye but it's hard to reach a position of righteous indignation with your pants around your knees. I kicked the strip tease into high gear and lost the shoes, then pulled the jeans and socks off together leaving me in my underwear and damn near the end of the first item on her list. Being the trooper I am I did my best to at least finish on a high note. I pulled my BVDs down my hips, moving the hem lower and lower as I slowly approached her. I worked it down to the base of my cock and just a little further, showing her the first glimpse of myself. I moved in as close as I could and tried to strike a pose, arms up and flexed, chest stuck out and torso slowly swaying to the music while shoving my pelvis at her. Again, she took the hint quickly and reached up to pull the hem slowly down until it barely held the head of my dick down. Now the twinkle of amusement in her eye was definitely turning to lust, and that suited me just fine. She ran a finger up and down the shaft a few times, a feather-light touch that made me shudder in anticipation. "Don't quit your day job," she gently chided, referring to my dance. I was just glad to be done with it and was hoping her next task had something to do with me fucking the hell out of her. Of course she made me wait for that, but not before getting my hopes up by yanking my underwear down and setting my master monster free. I stepped back and kicked them all the way off and stood before her completely naked. I did enjoy the look in her eyes as she ogled me. "What's next?" I asked. She picked up her cards and sorted through them, raising an eyebrow theatrically. "I think you'll like this one." I took the card. Come in my mouth "Seriously? You want me to stand here," I picked up my cock and moved in close to her, invading her personal space and giving her a very intimate view, "and put my cock in your mouth?" "That's not what it says. You are on your own, stud. I won't help you get there. I'll just take care of the end result." "Right. So, you just want to watch me jerk off?" I wrapped my slowly thickening rod in my fist and began tugging gently, trying to make it a good show for her. "Exactly," she said sweetly, her lovely eyes beaming up at me. "Now get to it. I want a snack." "The least you can do is take your tits out so I've got some encouragement." She considered that for a moment. "I don't know. That's not on the card. Besides, don't I get you horny enough just sitting here?" She leaned back in the chair and struck a pose of her own, legs crossed and showing a fair amount of thigh in her medium-short skirt, blouse open enough to allow easy view of her ample cleavage, and of course her amazing high-beam smile that could just about make me hard all by itself. "Baby you know you are hot as Hell, but just sitting there like that you could be at your parent's dinner table. You have to give me something. Something sexy. Either set them free or talk dirty to me." "Ooh, I like that!" She leaned forward and put her face near my slowly moving hand, almost using my prick as a microphone while I jerked off. "I love the taste of your cum. Did you know that? And did you know I've never tasted another man's cum?" I instantly forgave her the mention of 'other men' due to context. "In fact this big, hot cock is the only one to ever pass my lips." She opened wide and almost let me in, licking her lips with a slow, lurid tongue. If I had lunged I could have easily smeared her lipstick a bit, but I was patient. "I gave plenty of hand jobs before you, and every guy's little prick would spit up this nasty, slippery goo and I couldn't wait to wipe it off my hands. But then I met you. Mmmm, baby you have no idea how bad I wanted your cock in my mouth from the moment I met you. One look at you and I knew I was through with all those little boys. The first night we made out and you took your shirt off I could smell you." She took a long, slow whiff of me and smiled. "Mmmmm...you smell like sex. And I just wanted my tongue all over you." Again her tongue slipped out and flirted with the end of my rigid cock. I was good and stiff at that point and I was slowly increasing my pace, caught between racing for the orgasm and wanting to keep it slow to hear what she had to say. "And when I saw your dick for the first time...oh, you just don't know how hot that was. That long, thick, meaty cock was all for me, and I wanted it. Bad. Remember how I used to say I thought it would be gross? How I would never, ever in a million years let a penis in my mouth? I was lying. I knew it would be amazing, but I was afraid I'd like it too much. I wanted it so bad it scared me. I wanted to feel it, to smell it, to lick it, to take it in my mouth and suck on it, and most of all I wanted it to come on me, in me, all over my mouth and tits and everywhere. I wanted to be covered in it, drenched and dripping on my knees in front of you." Her delivery was flawless, slow and dusky. Her large, dark eyes moving from my cock to my face and back again, her suggestive mouth so close but not touching, her warm moist breath on my skin, and the husky, sexy tone of her voice all conspired to make it a hell of a time. "Remember the first time I took you in my mouth?" I'd surely never forget it. "The night before I had a dream about it. I dreamed I was on my knees and you stood above me. You were all in shadow, except for your cock. It was bright and beautiful and terrible and sexy and scary all at once. You took my head in your hands and pushed it down my throat and I was helpless. You just flowed into me and filled me up. When I woke up I had to masturbate immediately I was so horny. But I knew I had to suck your cock that day." She turned her face and gently brushed her cheek against the head of my cock. I left a little trail of wetness on her flesh. She wiped it off with a finger and considered the little smear of pre-cum. "But when you came in my mouth the first time and I tasted you...mmmmmm." She licked her finger lewdly. "Did you know I came at the same time? No? Well, you were a little preoccupied at the time. But I did. When that fat cock erupted and filled my mouth with its hot, sticky cream I lost it. I wasn't even trying to come but I did. That's how much I love your cock, baby." Jesus Christ what an actress! I was jacking off quickly and I could feel that I was getting close. I grabbed a post of my loft to steady myself and I raced for the finish line. "Cum for me, baby. Fill me up. Fill my mouth with that hot, nasty cum." She turned up the heat and her tone became needy as she begged and pleaded for my orgasm like she was in a porno. I couldn't wait to oblige. "Come on, baby! I want to taste it, I want it all over my tongue and on my lips, I want it all baby! Come on, give it to me baby, cum in my mouth, cum for me! Cum in my mouth! Fill me up baby, I need it sooooo bad!" The moment finally arrived and I leaned in close, aiming my cock at her wide open mouth. I put the end of my dick on her tongue and barely managed to keep myself steady as the first contraction launched a shot of semen into her face. I wanted so badly to drive down her throat and come properly but I had to follow her rules, damn it! A second spasm sent more cum into her mouth, and a third and fourth added to the growing slurry of spit and sperm. The gouts turned to spurts, and the spurts to dribbles, and as I squeezed out the last few drops she closed her lips around the head, quickly whisking them away. I took a half step back and watched as she gave me a show, opening her mouth again and showing me the pool of milky fluid coating her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed with a serene, sexy look on her face as she did so. "Mmmm...that was nice," she said, licking her lips dramatically. "I love the way you talk, girl. Hell, I love the way you do everything. I can't wait for my next instructions." "Good." She pulled out another card. Undress me "Easy enough." I held out my hand and she stood gracefully, her perfect smile beaming at me. I unbuttoned her blouse, nearly desperate to see her heavy breasts. I hadn't really been a tit man before Gina, but her perfectly plump breasts were pure heaven. They were just heavy enough to be 'big' without going too far, and at the age of 19 they were young enough that gravity hadn't done its damage yet. The blouse dropped to the floor and the front clasping bra followed it quickly. Her lovely ladies were pale and smooth, full and round, perfumed and perfect, and as I went after one with my tongue she pushed me away. "Follow our instructions, please." She was deliriously pleased to put me in my place. She was enjoying obviously enjoying power of being in charge. "Yes, my love," I whispered, dropping to my knees to help her out of her skirt. I pulled down the zipper and peeled it down off her hips, revealing only lacy back panties. Those soon joined the rest of her clothes in a pile and she stood there above me, gloriously nude. I stayed on my knees because I figured she would like it. I think I was right. Hands on hips, legs akimbo, she looked down at me and smiled. "Oh, I like you this way. I might have to rearrange my cards now." She leaned over to the cards on the desk and picked them up, then rifled through them. I could see the gears turning behind her deep brown eyes but she decided to keep her original schedule. She handed me another card. Kindle my flames Ah, the meat and potatoes. Let me tell you about Gina; she loves foreplay. LOVES it. I tell the hot stories of our latter period but for the first six months or so I got no more than a hand job from this girl while putting in marathon sessions of heavy petting, kissing, licking, nibbling and manual stimulation. I got to third base on the first date and stayed there for half a year. Now I didn't mind the slow approach on Gina. I enjoyed playing her skin like a piano and she was incredibly responsive to my touch. You always knew where you stood with Gina, and if you had one of her many erogenous zones under our finger or tongue she'd let you hear about it. While she encouraged me, I just plain enjoyed touching the girl. Her skin was smooth and pale, her breasts heavy and round, her waist narrow and high, and her ass was full and curvy. A slow tour around Gina was a nice time indeed. As we progressed in our sex life the foreplay receded a bit. Gina was always so eager to race up to her limit, and once her limit was a bit higher we had plenty of options. But that evening was all about her whims and it looked like she wanted a slow burn. No problem. That would give me time to recuperate. It started with a backrub. She went face down on the giant pillow I used as a lounge chair and I straddled her butt. Good thing I had just cum, otherwise I would have wanted to plunder that ass immediately. But my lust had been sated for the moment so I took it slow and gentle, running my hands over her back, sides, shoulders, neck and arms, running my fingers through her hair, and generally making nice to her with my hands. Then I got off her butt and gave a similar treatment to her legs, rubbing her ass, thighs and calves, massaging her feet, and finally dealing with her toes. I slithered my tongue between her toes, gently suckling on the pink painted piggies one by one. She cooed softly while I worked. Neither of us had any particular foot fetish but she enjoyed attention to just about every square inch of her body so I figured I might as well be comprehensive. I moved the tongue bath steadily northward, licking and nipping at her ankles, calves, and thighs. I skirted her nethers because I knew it was too soon to let my tongue loose down there. Up her back, her sides, and up to her neck I nibbled and nipped while she purred her happiness. Once I got up to her ear lobe she spoke. "Now the other side." I got up and let her roll over, and she raised her foot into the air with a giant grin on her face. I started back at the toes, again licking, nibbling, suckling and nipping at her. Calves, thighs, a quick trip past her wispy brown bush, and on to the navel I went. Naturally I spent a great deal of time on her luscious breasts. Gina's breasts were easily the best I had ever had the pleasure to handle. They were full and heavy but she was young enough that time and gravity hadn't done her any damage. They weren't so big as to be floppy and cumbersome but they were the perfect compliment to her womanly hips. Her nipples were dark and medium sized and they stiffened up at the drop of a hat. Her areolas were smallish and sensitive, and like most areas on Gina they reacted very well to gentle stimulation, and even better when things got more energetic. I ran my tongue underneath their bulk, around their circumference, in between them up and down her cleavage, and then spiraled in to her nipple. I flirted with the edges of the areola first, not touching the nipple at all. My hot breath flowed over her buds and she started to squirm. I continued my teasing and she squirmed more, soon trying to force her tit into my tongue. Still I teased her, putting my hands on her shoulders and pinning her down while I changed my tactics. I started drawing lines on her tit with my tongue, starting far away from the nipple and moving in, always stopping just short of her needy hot button. If my tongue had been a paint brush her breast would have looked like a sunburst. In Charge Ch. 02 "Oh come on! Stop teasing!" She was getting seriously wound up. Normally I might have made her sweat it out more, but this was her night and her word was law. I took her tit in my mouth and mauled her hard nipple with my tongue. She groaned and wrapped her arms around my head, holding me tightly so I couldn't get away. I hadn't planned on leaving anyway. I rolled my tongue back and pressed the rough underside against her nipple, then rubbed it back and forth. That always drove her wild. She moaned gently as I sucked her nipple, my hand gently caressing the other breast. After a while I moved over to maul her other side, and though I tried to wind her up the same way her fingers snaked into my hair and she held me directly above the nipple, giving me little leeway. I did manage to treat that nipple to her other favorite; my teeth. I dripped extra spittle onto her tits for lubrication, then rubbed the front of my teeth against the tender, swollen tip. She tensed a little, sucking in air as I slowly brushed my teeth with her nipple. I let my tongue snake out and flicker around from time to time, but I kept the slow back and forth motion going as long as she let me. With sudden strength her fingers tightened in my hair and she crushed me against her breast. I had little choice but to open wide and press my tongue against her nipple, giving her the full pressure she was after. She sighed with pleasure and relaxed a bit, then let off with her hands and released me. "Too much tease, not enough please. Have another card." She reached over to the few remaining cards and handed me one. flick My clit with your tongue "Yes, my lady." I was happy to oblige. Foreplay could go for hours and it appeared I would be getting off light this time. She split her legs and raised her knees, giving me full access. Still, I felt like I should make it extra special. I went to kneel between her legs and picked up her left foot. I kissed her instep, slow and deep, letting my tongue wander on her skin. Up to her angle I nibbled, supporting her leg with my hands. After a few inches of travel, I switched legs and did the same for her right foot, instep to ankle. This time I went just a little further up her leg, nipping and licking. Then I switched again. "Oh God I love it when you do this." She closed her eyes and settled back into the giant pillow, luxuriating in my treatment. Slowly I worked my way up her legs, an inch or two at a time, crawling steadily up toward her pussy. The backs of her knees were a little ticklish and I usually made her squeal that way, but this time I wanted her positively boiling hot when I reached the top. Above the knee, slowly up the thigh, she spread her legs wider to encourage me higher. Soon she could feel my breath on her pussy, and I could smell her sweet, sexy scent. I spent extra time on those last few inches, high up on her inner thighs, switching more often and exhaling on her while my nose tousled the wispy hairs of her bush. She was completely wet already, as she likely had been for an hour, and I could feel heat radiating from her needy depths. She let out an explosive groan when my tongue slipped between her folds and her fingers once again laced through my hair. She needn't have bothered -- I wasn't going anywhere. As one of the many happy victims of my tongue once declared, I lick pussy like a mother fucker. I kept up the tease as I nibbled gently at her lips, avoiding her clit and not entering her more than half an inch. That didn't last long. She didn't even speak; she just used her hands in my hair to lift me up a bit so I had little choice but to introduce my tongue to her clit. Still determined to drag this out as long as I could, I circled in on her hot button, drawing ever-tighter arcs around her clit, then brushing it lightly with the edge of my tongue, and finally landing full force right where she liked it. The groan was more plaintive this time, sounding both grateful that I had finally reached my destination and at the same time begging for more. I credit my talent between the thighs to three things; first, I pay close attention to the lady and how she reacts to what I do; second, patience and diligence; and third, Sam Kingston. Sam's advice on licking pussy is simple: use your tongue like a pen and write the alphabet. Hell, write a three page letter to your best friend, just keep the tongue unpredictable enough to not be repetitive, and just repetitive enough to get that pussy turned up to eleven. I settled in for a long session and started writing the great American novel on Gina's clit. I'm not sure how long I was down there mining but I know I didn't try to make her come. Gina comes easily with a direct drive for the orgasm, but the lazy, languid treatment I was giving her would only stoke her flames and make the big moment more potent. As time went on her hips started to gyrate, her hands began to contract more forcefully in my hair, her breathing became labored and heavy, and the whimpering, mewling noises from her lips increased in volume and need. I was focused on her signs and barely noticed when she went hunting for the next card. She had to tap it against my forehead to get me to notice it. give me Five orgasms "Yes ma'am." The tip of my tongue went into overdrive on her clit, flicking it on and off like a light switch. She tensed up immediately, back arching and knees rising, preparing for the thunderous arrival of her orgasms. "Oh shit!" she cried breathlessly. Damn right, honey! With so much build up she had a hair trigger on her orgasm and it took seconds for the first one to rip through her body. Her thighs pressed in on my head and muffled her shout, but half the guys on my dorm room floor heard that bark of ecstasy. I didn't relent and leaned into her clit with a will, trilling my tongue and driving her to new heights. Her orgasms are more like a continuous rolling series of orgasms than the traditional discreet events, so counting to five was going to be a chore. I figured I just needed to wear her out and hope that met her mark. I kept her squealing like that for a few minutes, then moved a hand in position and added a couple of fingers to the equation. With two fingers plunging in and out of her twat she broke out of her arched back rigor and suddenly became wild and free, her hips bucking and fucking my fingers. I bent them up and poked her G-spot, exciting and stimulating her even further. The next orgasm was more rollicking and even violent than the first and I had to hold on to her thigh with my free hand to keep us together. I counted the next few minutes as easily two orgasms but of course it was hard to tell where one ended and another began. She was out of control and her body rocked and shuddered at my whim. She needed a break so I turned down the heat, gave her clit a break and slowed my pumping fingers to a gentle crawl. She relaxed after a moment and settled back down on the giant pillow. She caught her breath and released my hair. She seemed to deflate and unwind, and soon she was once again enjoying my slow, gentle touch. I kept it very low key for a while, planning a surprise. I wasn't sure if she would play along, but I figured I would give her a few minutes and see what happened. If she didn't then I'd just have to make things happen myself. I was slow and steady, light and feathery, languid and luxurious. She couldn't take it. "That wasn't five," she said. Go time. A third finger rocketed up inside her and my tongue hit hyper speed on her clit, kicking her smoldering embers into a roaring flame in seconds. I sent my other hand up to palm a breast and finger her nipple as I did my best to over-stimulate the poor girl. It worked wonderfully. She spasmed and latched on to me, once again abusing my hair and squeezing my head between her thighs. I worked her over and over as she howled and grunted, whooped and hollered, swore and cooed through her rolling freight train of multiple orgasms, all while I was plunging my fingers into her delicious pussy and thrashing her clit like a speed bag. Honestly, I wanted to see which of us would stop first. I wondered if I could make her push me away (without doing anything stupid, of course) so I just kept going. My jaw ached, my tongue was exhausted, my wrist and shoulder hurt, my hair was in danger of ripping out of my scalp, and still she rode my face. I'm not sure how long it lasted. I'll guess it was around twenty minutes but I could be way off. I'd like to tell you I wore her out but it was the other way around. I had to give in. I broke away, sat up and leaned back to catch my breath. I was beat. I worked my jaw and flexed my arm to ease the tension, while Gina just rolled over and fought to catch her breath. I relaxed, feeling confident that was at least five, if not fifteen. If I had just had an orgasm I would likely have fallen asleep, but it had been a while since my masturbatory performance and I was damned good and ready for the next card. I let her rest for a moment, but I couldn't wait too much longer. "Got another card for me around her somewhere?" "No. No more. We are done." Uh...what? "Seriously?" She rolled over and shot a sly grin at me, her eyes flashing with glee. "You will do nothing to me that isn't in the cards. Got it?" For a moment I was seriously dismayed, but then I remembered the first card and its odd capitalization. I got up and collected the cards, then sat down to study them. strip teasE Come in my mouth Undress me Kindle my flames flick My clit with your tongue give me Five orgasms Not that I needed to be good an anagrams, but the 'FUCK ME' launched right off the page. "What does 'MUCK FE' mean?" I asked her. "Or is it 'CUM FEK'? I'm a little confused." I gave her my most infuriating smile. I'm such a dick. "Shut up and fuck me, dip shit!" I was already as hard as a calculus test so I jumped her bones about as fast as I could. Her knees had barely parted before I was diving between them, driving my seriously needy prick into her pussy. I'm not sure which one of us grunted louder when my cock hit bottom but from there on it was a contest, a flat out race to see who could come faster. She new damn well it would be her. She had planned this well and I had to give her credit. I was still young back then and had the stamina for all sorts of fun, but she knew my second orgasm was always a chore. She had me spill my first one into her mouth so I'd have to fight for this one, and while I was doing that she'd be reaping the benefits. Yeah, she had done her homework. I didn't have a lot of finesse left by then so I just threw my hips into her at a steady pace and started aiming for the prize. I smothered her, leaning over and burying my tongue in her mouth and wiggling a hand underneath her ass to squeeze her tighter to me and better grind my dick into her. My face was coated from her pussy and she hungrily licked at my lips, tasting herself and amplifying her desire. I made sure to work every part of her I could reach, licking her ear lobes, biting her neck, and kissing anything I could reach. I pulled my hand free and pawed her full breasts for a while, paying special attention to her nipples just the way she liked it. Gina was in heaven as I mauled her. I tried to play whack-a-mole with as many of her hot spots as I could reach and it didn't take long to get her where she wanted to be. Once again her orgasm train made some noise as it left the station. Her growl turned into a moan which grew into a plaintive grunt which launched into a shout and she was off. Every thrust pushed a new noise out of her lovely, sweat covered face. I just plowed away, knowing it would be a little while before my turn arrived. I can't call the next ten minutes boring, but there wasn't much change. I kept throwing my dick into Gina's deep, soft pussy and she kept barking out her lust. Eventually I felt the sharp contraction of my growing orgasm. I doubled my efforts and soon it was on me. I cried out when my cock exploded into her, filling her quickly and spilling out around the edges of her pussy. My world narrowed and focused into one burning, blinding need - to thrust and thrust and thrust again like a machine. My energy flowed out with my seed and I gave her all I had, until finally the machine broke down and I collapsed, exhausted and sated. I fell slowly down on top of her and our chests rocked against each other, lungs gasping for air. Eventually I pushed myself off her and landed by her side on the giant pillow. She was quick to cuddle up to my side and I held her tightly for a while. I am not ashamed to tell you that I drifted off to sleep while she watched me from inches away, her deep brown eyes glittering and happy. I woke up a few hours later with Gina gone and a blanket thrown over me. And a serious kink in my back. That pillow was fabulous for fucking but not so great as a mattress. I stood and stretched and noticed she had left me a present. A ribbon, wrapped in a bow, encircled the shaft of my cock. It was red, Gina's favorite color. I just smiled, wondering how best to return her little gift. In Charge Ch. 03 Chapter 3 -- Slippery Slope. I didn't spend my entire college career waking up with strange women, still drunk from the night before and covered in bodily fluids. OK, so I did a lot of that, but I did hold down a steady relationship for two years with a pretty little thing named Gina. It will be a long time before I run out of stories about this girl. Gina was dark and sexy with a full body of luscious delights. She had this strange ability to be cute as a button no matter what she was doing. Her smile was a weapon; you couldn't resist it. Her teeth were big and perfect and her lips seemed like they could no longer contain them as she beamed her giant smile at you. She was dark of eye and hair, the latter semi long and flowing, the scent of tea roses never absent. Her figure was on the verge of voluptuous, a term she hated but that fits her perfectly. Perhaps she was an inch or two wide at the hips, but with a thin, high waist and full young breasts her figure was a lovely hourglass. She was a good girl when I got my hands on her, but she was looking for the flimsiest of excuses to get out of that business. A girl who proclaims she is saving her virginity for marriage while she is rubbing the head of your cock against her clit is lying, my friends. She had a lot of fun being horrified at the things I asked her to do, but she put very little effort into resisting them. After a while our sexual relationship became a little stale as we reached a point where we were a bit timid in really asking for what we wanted. We decided to try something we called "being in charge," which was a date where one of us was to follow the other's requests without fear of hurt feelings or unfulfilled desires. I don't think it was really a dominance and submission thing, just a more one-way affair where one person got to be the center of attention for the night. I went first to get the ball rolling, and that night was fairly successful. We didn't do anything shocking or revolutionary but it gave us both a certain comfort level to be a little bit selfish and really express what we wanted. Gina's first night involved a set of instructions on cards and contained a not-so-secret message for her final command. My second night in charge was almost a failure. I think in the end it turned out well, but I sure wouldn't have predicted it that way. I had some ideas and plans but an unfortunate series of events including tests, forgotten homework, detailed labs, a group project and an emergency trip home (a two hour drive each way on a Tuesday night) to say good bye to my 15 year old dog Lucky pretty well torpedoed my creativity and libido. By Thursday evening, our normal play time, I was a burned out shell of a man. Gina arrived at my door glowing with anticipation and eager to get to it, but I just didn't have it in me. She knew many of my reasons for being so wrung out but I hadn't shared the loss of the family pet. I'm a big tough guy, you know? I was a walk-on to the football team for a season (well, the practice squad anyway) until my knees gave out. I'm a powerful slab of man meat, damn it! I'm not supposed to cry when my dog gets put down, right? Well, I went and lost it. Crying in my girlfriend's arms isn't sexy, I know. Sorry. I'll skip past half an hour of touchy feely crap, but I will mention that in terms of non-sexual intimacy it was a pretty powerful moment that served to bring us closer together. Eventually she brought the conversation back to our original intent for the evening. "So what can I do for you? I'll understand if you just want to walk me home. It's your night so you get what you want." Gina had an uncanny ability to shine at nearly anything. She could be the cutest of cute, the raunchiest of raunchy, the coyest of coy -- you name it. As I lay in her arms and she looked down at me with her deep brown eyes I felt positively covered in love. "Oh no, I need you here." I ran my fingers through the dangling threads of her soft brown hair. "Then you need to come up with some orders, sir." "All right. Tell you what; I want a massage. Full body, slow and relaxing, gentle and calm. Is that OK?" "Baby it's your night! Of course that's OK. Can it be naked?" That twinkle in her eye was irrepressible. "You better believe it." In a flash we were both naked and I went belly down on my enormous throw pillow on the floor. The thing was four feet to an edge and more of a piece of furniture than a pillow. And it was perfect for all kinds of shenanigans. Gina fished the big bottle of massage oil out of my desk and popped it open as she settled down to sit on my butt. She poured a bunch of it out on my back and went to work. It was nice. I can't tell you how much that helped my state of mind. Her slippery hands roamed my back, pressing the knots out and shooing the stress away. I was in heaven as she worked my back slow and gentle. And she did a very nice job; she took her time and she was very thorough, rubbing my legs, calves, feet, arms, hands, etc. I was actually enjoying it so much I started to drift away into glorious sleep. She didn't take kindly to that. Had I been a few minutes further on I might not have noticed that she wasn't using her hands anymore. I perked up when I recognized her heavy breasts sliding over my back. That didn't last long and in moments she was lying on me and sloshing around, pressing her fun bags into me and whispering into my ear. "Time for the other side." Oh hell yes! I flipped over and punched up the pillow to prop me up a little, then settled down for the show. Gina got back down on top of me, straddling me across my thighs. She dumped another load of slippery oil on my chest and belly and then got to work. That lasted a far shorter time than the backrub, since we weren't alone for long. Big Jim quickly rose to the occasion, since every time she bent over to reach my upper chest she rubbed into him. That and the view of her lovely, heavy tits dangling over me were quite enough to produce a rigid boner right quick. I groaned when her slippery hands wrapped around my shaft. This was going to be a good one. I've never been a fan of hand jobs but I had a feeling this one would go above and beyond. She scooted up a bit until her bush was just at the base of my cock so it almost looked like it was hers and she was jacking herself off. I hate to say it but it was pretty hot. "So this is what I would look like with a penis." She stroked it absently, examining more than exercising it. "I don't think I could date you if you had one of your own." "No? You wouldn't suck my cock, baby?" The lurid sneer on her face was just plain nasty. "I bet you would. If I had a big dick like this you'd beg me to suck it." "No way, baby. I love that pussy too much." "Well what if I had both? What if I had a big dick and my tight little pussy and they were both yours?" "Then I guess we'd be having very, very weird sex right now." "I think I'd like watching you suck me." Remember this conversation for later, in case you read further installments of the In Charge series. She let the hermaphrodite musings behind and got back to work. She started rocking her hips and grinding her clit against the base of my cock in time with her jacking hand. That was nice and sexy. What had started as a slow, relaxing massage had quickly turned much more active. I was glad I hadn't drifted off. I grabbed for the bottle of oil and handed it to her. "Get those big titties all lubed up and jack me off with them. I want to see my dick slide between your tits." "Yes, master!" She said it with breathless enthusiasm like she always did, like a lusty Jeannie from that old TV show. Damn, I should have gotten her to wear an outfit like that for Halloween. Ah, well...hindsight is 20/20. Gina squirted the slippery stuff all over her D-cups and smeared them around in a hell of a show. Her breasts are full and plump, not so big as to be cumbersome or distracting, but damn near perfect for whatever you want. She's got enough to smother me in an avalanche of boob, enough to keep my hands busy without heavy lifting, and the perfect amount of space in between for some slip and slide. Her areolas are smallish and her nipples dark and hard most of the time. She loves gentle stimulation and languid tongue strokes on them almost as much as she likes a bit of teeth or a hard pinch. Regrettably, the pillow was the wrong place for a titty fuck. She bent over and tried to obey my commands but the position was troublesome. She got down on her front and sort of mauled my cock a bit, pushing it around with her breasts but not really getting the job done. "That's not working. Lets try the chair." She got off me and I rose, then dropped into the comfy chair. That was much better, though I almost slid right out of it due to all the oil. She sat down on the floor in front of me and lifted her luscious tits to my lap, then wrapped my big dick in soft, slippery flesh. I've said it before and I'll say it again; the only thing better than the feel of that girl is the sight of her. She pushed her plump, heavy breasts together and engulfed me, then started moving them up and down, caressing my dick and sending me to heaven. The whole time her lovely, angelic face smiled up at me. She could always find that perfect balance between cherubic glee and naughty leer. I will take a moment at this point for a public service announcement: always use edible massage oil. I didn't have the stuff back then and I wish I did because that tit job would have been even better if she would have used her mouth. Alas, the stuff I had was fairly nasty on the tongue if not downright poisonous. Don't make my mistake. Now...Oh yeah, the slippery boob job. She made an event out of it. She would let my cock languish in a delicate, relaxing press of her warm flesh for a while, then change pace for an energetic bouncy titty fuck for a bit, then slip back into the slow and low. It was glorious. After maybe twenty minutes she dropped her breasts and recoated my cock with oil, then gave me a very strong double hand job that brought me right to the edge. There she paused. "Are you ready to cum for me baby? I need some orders." "Get up and turn around. I need that pussy right now." I was always amazed that her wide, lovely smile could go wider. She hopped up and turned around, pushing her full, soft derriere at me. I took her by the hips and guided her down while she reached between her legs and pointed me straight up. I slid in without a hint of resistance. She was pretty slippery herself, but with all that oil on me I was seriously lubricated. "Go as fast as you can, baby. I can't hold back." She rocked forward and back, grinding her pussy on me and wrenching my cock around by the base in just the way she knew would get me off fast. I can hold back an orgasm pretty easily with a straight in-and-out or if I am on top, but when I was buried all the way inside her and she started grinding...I was a gonner. In moments I gripped her hips and held her down, my cum flowing out of me as I convulsed. She had to hold on the chair arms to keep from toppling as my orgasm roared through me. I didn't think that pussy could get any sloppier, but as I filled it up I discovered it could. I was deliriously happy and I deflated into the chair as the last of it left me. You couldn't get that smile off my face with a crowbar. Gina didn't stop gyrating, though. In fact she sped up, putting a bit more hip into her motions. "I want another," she said, throwing a lecherous glance over her shoulder. I desperately wanted to see her hop off me and slurp up the mess she made but the oil wouldn't allow that. Still, I was happy with another round. My second orgasm is usually tougher to conjure than the first but I was down for the challenge and Gina was a wizard with my cock. "Then you go get it, baby." I had very little work to do. I just sat back and watched her work. My body always seems to go slack after I cum and it took a few minutes before it came back online, but before long I was in the groove. I entertained myself with handfuls of her slippery tits while she worked. After a while I started to tense up with a sequel. She had been paying close attention to my body and she recognized the signs. "Did you make another one for me?" she asked. "Special delivery in about one minute," I announced. "I've got a special place for this one." Holy shit, I loved that girl. She pushed herself up off my dick and moved it back just a bit, then slick as a whistle she dropped herself on my cock again. I was balls deep in her back door in a flash, no preamble, no gradual insertion -- nothing. Boom! Dick in ass. Gina grunted a little as she landed, then went right back into her gyrations as if nothing had changed. I moaned like a beached whale as another lightning bolt flew out of me, splattering her insides again. She rode me like she had before, her ass clenched tight around the base of my cock, milking it hard. My eyes rolled back up in my head and I'm surprised I didn't pass out. My body was twitching and jerking in ecstasy, even after the last drops were out of me. When again I collapsed, she still didn't stop. Instead of the grinding she switched to long strokes, letting me slip almost all the way out before dropping back down to engulf me again. She did it several times, slow and gentle on the upstroke and fast and hard on the down. After a few minutes she had to stop because my well-used erection was giving way. She finally let me slither out of her back door when she stood up and turned around. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at me with a glow of triumph and superiority, almost gloatingly pleased with herself. She was naked, gorgeous, shimmering with oil, gleaming with happiness, and dripping semen from both holes. "I am the best girlfriend ever." "You were that half an hour ago. Now you are...legendary." "Are you going to write epic poems and stories about me?" "You know, I just might."