2 comments/ 21200 views/ 0 favorites Teasing By: DireLilith It was almost midnight by the time Janine and Brad got back to their twelfth floor New York apartment. Janine headed on up in the elevator while Brad parked the car in the underground garage. As he waited for the elevator on his own, he thought over the night's events and what kind of deal he could cut with his boss to get a promotion out of it all. He could use the raise in pay to buy Janine the perfect Christmas present every girl wanted – a diamond and white gold engagement ring she had been cooing and gah-gah'ing over since summer. And the extra seniority would let him take that special vacation – 'honeymoon', he thought. Brad smiled as he walked through the halls of the posh building, and into the apartment. Ever cautious, he turned and bolted the door behind him. As his eyes acclimated to the soft light coming from the dining room's chandelier, he realized couldn't hear Janine moving around at all, and that struck him as odd. Brad tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and walked around the dark, halfway open slotted wooden door of the closet that created a sort of island of walls between the bedrooms, kitchen and living/dining rooms. "Janine?" Hmm, Brad wondered, going back to the door and kicking off his black shoes. Before he even had a chance to remove his stylish leather jacket, Janine had pounced on him. "Wha-?" Brad managed to get out as Janine, naked except for the long string of pearls he had given her on their first anniversary of living together, pinned him against the door. Her questing mouth silenced any further objections he might have vocalized. Her tongue slipped easily into his mouth, searching for and finding his own. Her hands began to rove wildly over his body, pulling his gray dress shirt from out of his tailored black slacks. Then she was dragging her fingernails up and down his hidden spine and muscled ribs. Brad did not try to resist her, in any way. When the five foot ten brunette acted like this, there was only one thing that would satisfy her. And only one thing, alone. Brad had to let her have what she wanted. Janine had a way about her that demanded that. Janine released Brad's mouth and began to whisper to him, her breath hot and tingly against his ear. "Did you see the way your boss was looking at me?" Janine said breathily. Brad nodded. His forty-eight year old boss had been giving Brad's twenty-two year old girlfriend the eye tonight at the dinner he'd planned for the couple on behalf of the company Brad worked for. Throughout the appetizers and courses, Brad's gray-haired company head had not been able to take his eyes off of Janine's exposed cleavage. The woman had worn a very revealing black dress, spaghetti straps and shining sequins, a piece that made any man in viewing range gawk openly. Janine liked that kind of attention, she'd admitted to Brad long ago. She'd been raised in a family of lawyers and business professionals. She knew all the tricks to being successful in a world of sharks and money mongers. And she honestly felt that using her good looks as a distraction at an important business dinner was utterly to Brad's favor. "Distracted men made bad decisions", she always told him in her matter-of-fact way. "I could feel his eyes ravishing me," she whispered now, her tongue flicking against Brad's ear. "Janine," he said, putting his hands on her wrists and trying only half-heartedly to push her fragile form away. But she remained close to him, whispering and tantalizing. "He wanted me, Brad. He wanted to fuck me!" she said emphatically. As if to emphasize the nastiness of that thought, Janine squeezed Brad's painfully hard groin. "You shouldn't talk like that. That's my boss. It's not right." Brad's voice was trembling and weak. "But you've confessed to me before that it turns you on that other men, men higher up in your company, want your girl. You said so yourself, lover. I know what you like because you've told me." Again she squeezed his cock through his pants. "Ahh," he moaned, closing his eyes and letting his head drop back against the door. Janine's adept fingers undid Brad's zipper, delving into his silk trousers. She pulled out his now rock-hard cock and grasped it firmly, expertly, in one hand. Brad gasped, all the air rushing out of his lungs as Janine touched his sensitive shaft. She knew exactly how to touch a man. "Can you imagine it...if I gave him what he wants?" Brad gulped. Of course Janine wasn't serious. She loved to tease Brad about his fantasies of his girlfriend being with another man. He didn't think that he'd ever be that secure, but the thought of it, the idea... It always kept him rock hard. "Janine, please," Brad tried to say. But he knew what he wanted her to do. And he knew what he would be thinking in his head. So did Janine. You didn't live with someone like her for almost two years and not have her know every possible thing that turned you on. Janine made it her personal duty to help Brad to fulfill his every fantastical and sexy thought. One day, though, he cringed deep inside. One day Janine would go too far. But as she teased his cock into her palm and beyond her fingers, Brad knew today wasn't going to be that day. Slowly, Janine began to lower herself infront of Brad, going down on her knees right on their welcome mat. Her manicured fingers touched his cock, and he felt himself jump. Gulping again, Brad looked down. Janine's plum painted mouth was dropping kisses all over the mushroom head of his cock, her fingers stroking him to a full hard thickness. The thick strand of pearls was gathered at the front of her knees, glistening iridescently. Brad put a hand to her dark brown hair, caressing her tightly styled and pinned curls. And Janine looked up at him with her liquid brown eyes. Brad felt like he was melting, his flesh turning liquid, boiling like lava out of control down a mountainside. Janine stuck out her tongue, the pinkish tip flicking over his helmet, making him groan. "Just imagine, Brad, that you gave me to him for an hour, a half an hour. And that I'm on my knees, infront of him, sucking him off just for you..." With that Janine engulfed his cock within the warm and dark recesses of her mouth, wetting him all the way to the base. Brad put his hands on her shoulders and groaned. For a brief moment it occurred to him that he could have this woman, this love of his life, for the rest of their lives. He imagined spending all his years with Janine. She would make it a fucking heaven. And Brad gave in to the deep and dark desires Janine knew all about. "God, yes. Suck him, Janine!" Brad's voice was low and husky, and his knees were already feeling weak as he looked down on his girlfriend. Encouraged, Janine pulled her mouth off completely, then dove back down over the veined and throbbing cock, enveloping it totally. She began to bob up and down, slathering over his member. Then she began to play with him, to play with his mind and his imagination, stirring him to greater excitement. "I could go down on him, maybe right in the cloak room at the restaurant we were at tonight. I could go down on him right there, make him moan loud enough for the coat clerk to hear. I could suck him, Brad, suck him so good, and make him do whatever I wanted. "All for you..." Janine ran her long tongue from the base of Brad's cock, up around the tip and ridge of the head, stopping to swirl her tongue around it, snake like. Her hands carefully pulled his balls out of his slacks, cupping and caressing them. "I would make him cum," she whispered, licking him again. Janine slipped her hands around Brad's slacks, grabbing his buttocks and pulling him closer to her. Her fingers ran again over his muscled behind, then dug into him. He braced his hands against the door behind him, pushing his groin out, and pushing his cock deeper into that dark, waiting mouth. "Take all of it," he breathed desperately, his voice a near whine. And Janine did, gulping back on Brad's hard flesh. She twirled her tongue against the cock flesh in her mouth, moving her head up and down once more. Brad pushed himself up from the wall, standing on his own as much as he could. His hips began to buck. He knew he was going to cum soon. And it would be hard. He moved his hands from Janine's shoulders and put them into the tight dark curls and ringlets, gripping his girlfriend's head firmly but considerately. "I want to fuck your face," he grunted, trying to sound commanding but failing as his voice betrayed his need. Janine kept her face still, her mouth tight. And Brad rocked back and forth, faster and faster, plunging his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, down Janine's throat. Finally, the dams of control burst and he came. Brad pulled Janine's head back sharply, his eyes wide with his passion as he watched his cum pour over her tongue, down her throat, and out over her chin. Sometimes, Brad thought as he finally got his breath back. Sometimes he thought Janine looked most beautiful that way. But he hated making a mess on her beautiful, doll-like face. Brad reached around a corner of the apartment wall and plucked a sheet of paper towel from off of the roll on the kitchen counter. Panting, he held Janine's face by the chin. She sat compliant and still on the rug while he cleaned her up. Then he helped her to stand, taking a moment to run his hands over her hips and nuzzle her neck. Brad zippered up his pants. He felt really good, right now. Janine always did that to him. He swaggered off towards the bathroom, grinning happily. "You shouldn't tease me like that, you know," Brad called coyly from the bathroom, taking his clothes off and getting a set of clean towels out from the bathroom closet. "Who said I was teasing," Janine answered quietly, wiping at the corners of her mouth, and removing the last of her plum lipstick. But the running water of the bath drowned out her reply. Teasing It was a situation brewing for months ever since the sweet young thing was hired. As Travis looked at the twenty six year old brown haired girl before him, all he could think of was what was on his boss' mind when he hired her. Her application said she was qualified, perhaps more qualified than he. However, her body language spelled out a different picture altogether. Her outfit was more tailored to a second date than a first day of work and Travis had to keep reminding himself that his wife was waiting at home for him instead of the chance for him to take this tanned brown haired woman to a local hotel for a quick fuck. So the game began. Travis showed the woman around the office and where all the needed supplies were before going back to his office and doing everything short of exposing his dick to relieve the pressure. Each following day brought on more and more torture. One day, she would lean over the copy machine and Travis could see the lack of fabric underneath her short skirt. The next day brought her bending over in front of him and a very forward display of her ample cleavage. Even one day leaving his cell phone on his desk brought forth a naughty picture taken in the restroom of a top view of her cleavage. The teasing was driving Travis crazy. Then one day, she went over the top. There another young person was standing at the copy machine when she slinked up behind her. Within two seconds, she grabbed the blond by her hair, pulled her head to the side and planted a kiss on the nape of her neck. The display was pornographic as Travis watched. Travis could feel his cock twitch inside of his pants. As he watched, the woman gave her the look of seduction. Travis could feel her gaze upon him. As he turned back towards his desk, he could feel his dick start to shrink a bit as he concentrated on what he could to deflate it. It was at the end of that day that Travis began to start finishing the day's paperwork that the woman walked in. She started to lean on the desk in front of her as Travis did his best to ignore her. It wasn't until she cleared his throat that Travis looked up to see her shirt open and her lacey black bra exposed. Travis tried to stammer his way out of the most uncomfortable of situations before she raised her skirt, showing him her butt cheek that looked redder than her skin. She began to explain how she had a hard time sitting down because of the slight sun burn. Travis' eyes were glued on her ass as she began to remove her skirt. Her outfit was down to the bra and the really tiny string she called underwear. Travis sat back frightened as she knelt down before him. Her hands began to play with his zipper as his dick swelled within the confines. Soon, his dick was exposed and her tongue began to slide up and down before Travis tried to stop her. In a flash, his dick slid into her mouth as she started sucking on it in earnest. Travis was frozen in place either out of fear or because of the way this wench was inhaling his dick. He could feel the semen bubbling up from his balls as he sucked before she took his dick out and started stroking him faster. A spray of seed began to land on her face and tits as she kept pulling his dick until his eyes closed out of exhaustion. He opened his eyes just to catch her lowering her G-string to the ground revealing a very manicure pussy. As she started sliding her fingers over her exposed lips, she slid onto his desk and spread her legs apart. The invitation was blatant. Travis fell for it hook, line and sinker as he fell to his knees before allowing his tongue to slowly run over her. As he closed his eyes savoring the juice of the forbidden fruit, he neglected to notice the flash of her camera phone as his tongue slid inside her. She was sure to get in close to record his tongue fluttering inside her as her eyes began to close from the release he was providing. The two spent a good hour in the office tasting each other and cumming for each other until Travis' wife rang his cell. As the two left the building, Travis wondered to himself if he could get away with fucking this woman again. Teasing The height of the bed lets him be at eye level to my breasts, I love that but it leaves me standing there only able to take it. But tonight, I don't want to be just the fly in his web. I don't want to let him win. This has been going on all evening. The sly smile here and there, the look in his eyes when he thinks he won't be caught, the brushes up against my arm and the whispered promises from behind me at the table offering things he's only now delivering. Occasionally - not often, but sometimes - sex between us is some kind of power struggle. Who's in control, on top, the tone, the speed. We both have a good time when we fight like this, but both of us like to win for the sake of winning and can tease each other ruthlessly. When the game is on we are a pretty even match overall, each giving as good as we get. Tonight, he thinks he's winning. I push back on his shoulders to get his attention from my nipple as if I might take it away from him. He lets slip a frustrated growl from low in this throat. I can play too. In response he reaches up to kiss me hard and deep until I'm breathless and weak kneed. He pulls back up the bed like a spider reeling in his catch. I follow him like I have no other choice, I'm crawling up the bed, half beside his body and half over it. Shit, wait, jeans. Backing off the bed he is already undoing his fly before I get off the edge and pull, letting them slide down. I look up along his body after dropping mine to the floor and standing over the bed, now I feel more in control of this. I place a hand on the top of his foot and run my thumb up the arch. Turning my hand so the nail scrapes along causes him to gasp and jerk away. When he looks back at me and my devilish expression he knows what I want. He sees now that maybe his teasing all night has pushed me too far. Will I be cruel and torturous in my revenge? Maybe. "Alright, alright I give up," he says in a fake huff pulling his foot farther away. His smile clearly shows his amusement, he's having fun too. He sits up to stack both pillows together so he is propped up. This is him letting me be on top, letting me win. I can't believe he was so easy. This time I crawl up the bed very slowly, my hands wandering along his legs. I slide my fingers underneath his knees then up along the outside of both thighs. That makes his eyes close and he drops his head back. I stop just before reaching the tops of his thighs when I hear his breath catch in anticipation. I can wait, can he? My hair follows my hands, drifting and tickling across the length of him from foot to belly. I lay my tongue flat against him and lick from the base to the tip making him growl low and long. "That's not the way to win this, unless of course that's all you want to win," his eyes are still closed. My only response is to take his short curly hair in my teeth and tug, not too hard but enough to get a satisfying whimper and a jump from his cock against my chin. I lick his length again causing another twitch. Crawling up a little farther, I keep one knee between his thighs. He has to be careful not to yank me down onto his chest for self preservation. I did it intentionally, not that I don't want to be laying on top of him, but to remind him that he's given up control. It's only teasing - do I even want to win anymore? Our lips are connected with our tongues together, his hands following the same rhythm across my back and down my sides. I pull away to present my neck and shoulder for him to kiss and lick and I shiver as he runs his teeth and stubbled chin along my skin. Pushing up a little farther, he can reach the swell of my chest and turns his cheek between my breasts. From the deepest point between the two he turns into one side and presses his whole face into the soft skin dragging roughly across it until his lips reach my nipple. I groan loudly as he takes it into his mouth and the flat of his tongue glides across it. I can feel it suddenly pucker and stand up into his tongue from the suction. Without releasing it, his mouth opens to let his thumb join in momentarily. The wet thumb strokes across and around the other tip and when his lips release it the breath across both makes them equally hard. I push back and up with both hands on his chest and then it's his turn to groan while he pulls and I push, to settle in just the right place. He moves his hands from my ass up my sides to cup both breasts and runs a thumb across each nipple in turn, watching them respond as if mesmerized. My hands explore his chest and arms, tracing the lines of hair and muscle. I use his belly to push off and shift over the cock that's grown hard under me. This motion snaps him out of his nipple fascination and he catches me watching his expression. A flash of guilt crosses his face as if he's been caught slacking on his work. "They're just so sensitive, look," he licks his thumb drawing it around the tip and blowing then drumming with the pads of each finger. It practically twitches in response. With just a tip of his chin in that 'come here' way and I'm drawn back down to kiss his lips, ear, neck and throat. His hips have started to rock under me and mine join in the rhythm. The most subtle shift has me sliding against him, making his back arch into me with a not so subtle moan. I steady myself on his chest with both hands and move my hips to run the length of his cock back to front, bumping the ridge of his head across me right there setting off sparks. Two completely different sounds come from us. I can't see his eyes, just his lashes flashing as he looks down watching this. He takes me by the waist and I know he wants to pick me up and pull me onto him. He wants in, now and I want it too. I only have the will to take one more stroke against him before I rise up on my own to take his head into me, just the head. I can't wait anymore, I sink slowly down in a kind of shimmy motion making his eyes close and his head fall back again. My hands are still on his chest, as if to keep control of the pace, but I don't want it anymore. I want to give up, I want to give in. His hands slide over me as we are together in that give and take. He rises up under me in time to meet at that perfect point. I lean down to tilt my pelvis so that the front of me moves against him. Hearing how this has me gasping for air he slows his thrust and I am desperate to feel more. The switch is easy, his strength makes it a smooth transition, I'm now underneath his body. He stops all together and I groan at the loss, but I've already given up control. "Come on. Give in to me," he whispers into my hair gloating over the win. We both press against each other wanting that tight connection back. I gave it up, he didn't win, but right now I just want more. He teases by pulling back almost all the way out and returning into me, he's trying to copy my shimmy but it's less effective coming from him. Personally, I prefer the long hard thrust but this is fun too. Getting all of him makes it my turn to cry out at the feeling, eyes closed, head back. Mmm there it is, that's what I want. My whole body tenses when he pauses half way through the next stroke to start it over. Then it's over, I lose it and fall apart. My head is already thrown back but my eyes shoot open and I arch up into him with a unintelligible stifled scream. The electric current explodes through me and makes my body shake and tense around him. The extra sensation and my loss of conscious control causes us both to lose the rhythm entirely and I growl at him. "No, Mitch. Don't stop!" I can't even recognize my voice saying this. He smirks at me, I can see and feel he's laughing that it's my orgasm that's thrown us off. We are slowed together but back in time. He takes my face in one hand and kisses me gently at first but as it deepens the rhythm rises and his lips on mine are wanting more also. "God damn it Mitch, I'm not going to break. Fuck me. Hard." He likes it when I talk dirty, mean and dirty, but my mind is too far gone. Tonight is far too tame for that anyway. Breathless, I slam my hips against him. More. Soon we have both turned this into a good old fashioned screwing. I can feel the tension in his legs and back with my hands. I can feel his mouth open against my neck but self-restraint keeps him from clamping down and leaving teeth marks or a bruise. I roll my hips once, then once more and he is undone. The next stroke slams into me and the swelling inside rolls across that top spot, sending the shock through me again. And there goes the self-restraint, his teeth sink into my shoulder muffling his sounds of release. Oh shit, this one's going to hurt. The rocking of my hips is driven by my panting. His breathing is deeper but ragged and we are totally out of synch as we slow to a stop against each other. He crushes me with his lips but neither one of us can breathe yet. He shoves the pillows out of the way and rolls both of us onto our sides without breaking away. This leaves me lower down on him, my face falling just below his collarbone. His underarm is almost all the way around me, holding me clutched against him at my waist. The over arm is covering the rest of my back with a fist full of hair. We stay here wrapped in each other until we can breathe again. He kisses my hair as my fingers graze along his back and down his ass while we come back to reality. "Do we call that a draw?" The vibration of his chest from the words as well as the sentiment brings an uncharacteristically girly giggle. "I think we both got what we wanted," I sigh happily. We were never really fighting tonight anyway. Thank you YDB95 for help editing.