5 comments/ 34047 views/ 6 favorites Control Freak By: sydneywho Wrapping up yet another double shift on the intensive care floor, a blurry eyed Jessica Hatch scribbled her last bit of paperwork into Mr. Stewart's chart. The long hours were finally catching up to the 30 year-old supervisory nurse. On days like this one, she questions why she ever went into nursing to begin with. She was once accepted into medical school, but thought at the time that nursing would give her a better opportunity for a life outside of work. In those days, when 30 seemed so much older, Jessica thought she'd have a family by now. Even though Jessica spent far too many hours at the hospital, she had always felt at ease there--even under the most stressful of situations. As supervisor, Jessica ran the show in the IC ward. Sure, the untrained observer thought the doctors who breezed in and out were in charge. But the staff knew Jessica kept much needed stability and order on the floor. Her relief, Patty, came in almost an hour late, even though she knew Jessica had been there more than 17 hours. Jessica was in no mood to argue and curtly gave Patty an update on each patient before she headed home. Too tired to bother changing, Jessica left wearing her blue scrubs and shuffled out the door and down the street. Amazingly, even though she had logged long hours for years, Jessica didn't look her age. In fact, if not for her uniform, you'd think you were looking at the freckled face of a collage freshman. Her fair complexion and shoulder-length blonde hair made her almost glow in the dark night. When she wasn't at work, Jessica spent a lot of time at the gym. Her hospital scrubs were not very flattering to her 36DD-25-35 figure. All Jessica could think of as she walked down to the subway was of her soft warm bed. She didn't mind that no one would be there to share it with her, since she broke up with her boyfriend some three months ago. She threw Martin out after he failed to do any chores throughout their brief coupling. Jessica knew she had high standards when it came to men, but she felt that she had no reason to settle for anything less. She hadn't dated since, even though an attractive guy at her gym had asked her out repeatedly. Jessica didn't decline outright, but she wasn't sure whether she should date Robert. There was something about the way he talked that she didn't like. He slurred his words a bit and used the word "like" far too often. She couldn't imagine sitting through an entire evening listening to that. Jessica boarded the subway train and found herself alone in the car. Her body nearly collapsed into the outward-facing seat. It felt great to finally rest her sore feet. As the train sped into a dark tunnel, Jessica told herself to stay awake. She didn't want to miss her stop. She fought to keep her eyelids from closing; her head fell back and she drifted off into a deep sleep. **** Ricky, Curtis, and Ed walked briskly down the dark narrow street. They made no effort to keep their voices quite in this late evening. They yelled and laughed loudly as they headed for the subway. "All I know is you'd better pay up," said Ed, shaking his head. "I won tonight." "You didn't win shit," yelled Ricky. "Tabitha's mouth was all over me. I could've fucked her if I really wanted to." "Number one, the bet was who got the most tonight," said Ed. "Number two, all you did was kiss her. Number three, you didn't and couldn't fuck her. Number four, I got head from Sally. Did either of you get head? No! I win! Pay up, suckers." "I don't know about that," laughed Curtis. "I heard Sally went down on you, but you farted ... and she went running out of there!" "So! My dick was in her mouth! Did you put your dick in anyone's mouth, besides Ricky here? You owe me $100, and you owe me $100, too. Pay me now or pay me at my house." "This is bullshit," said Ricky. The party the three young men were at was broken up by the police. Since Ricky's the oldest at 20 (Ed and Curtis are both 19), they planned to go to his apartment where they would drink beer, play videogames, and watch pornography. They continued to argue over their wager when they got on the train. At first they thought they were alone, but their loud voices made Jessica shift slightly. "Quite down," said Ed. "Someone's sleeping." The three men watched Jessica slumber soundly. Her platinum hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Her thin arms folded together causing her chest to puff up under her blouse. Her legs crossed at the knees exaggerated her curvy hips and narrow waist. Even without makeup, Jessica's skin radiated a healthy sheen, and her full lips were naturally pink and parted slightly, so she could take shallow, restful breaths. The same evil thought ran through the young men's minds. None of them had ever been with a white woman before, and they wondered whether the experience would be any different. "You think she's drunk?" asked Ricky. "Naw," said Curtis. "She's got a hospital uniform on. She's just sleeping. Can you imagine working this late at night?" "Yeah, that's a real fucking shame," laughed Ed. "So, you still think that blowjob from Tabitha don't count?" "She might have sucked your dick, but that wasn't a blowjob." "All right," he said with a smirk, unzipping his fly. "If that don't count then maybe this will." "What the fuck you doing?" "Shut the fuck up," Ed said, pushing the others aside. "Check this out." He pointed his long limp penis at Jessica's face. Ed pressed the tip to her soft lips and then slowly slid the shaft over her hot wet tongue. His thick cock hardened immediately, growing to a full nine inches. Jessica stirred. Something was disturbing her, but she didn't know what it was. Then she felt something press hard against her uvula, causing her to nearly gag. She inhaled deeply through her nose as her eyelids batted. She tried to focus her eyes, but only saw Ed's dark brown skin in front of her. Thick hairs tickled the tip of her nose. She heard laughter. Suddenly she realized that she was still on the train. She placed her palms against Ed's hard stomach and pushed with all of her might. Ricky and Curtis quickly took hold of her arms. Ed snagged Jessica's ponytail and yanked her head into him, forcing his cock deeper down her throat. Jessica whimpered as she thought for a moment of clamping down her jaw. "Don't do anything stupid," Ed said forcefully. He felt the edges of her teeth against his skin. "There's three of us here. You don't want to make us mad." Muffled cries of protest were all that Jessica could produce, while Ed's large dick continued to slither in and out of her mouth. Jessica panicked and was nearly hyperventilating. She felt helpless and trapped. She searched her mind and couldn't think of what to do. Five minutes of Ed's rough probing seemed like an hour. She wanted out; she wanted this to end. That's what her inner voice began to say: "Make it end, Jessica. Just calm down, and make it end." She gained control over her breathing, and then she made her lips form a tight seal around Ed's cock. She closed her eyes and relaxed the back of her throat. When Ed pushed himself into her, Jessica bobbed her head into him, allowing his cock to slide deeper inside. Jessica's whimpers slowly transformed into deep moans. "That's it, bitch," Ed groaned. "Suck it good." Curtis and Ricky laughed as Jessica worked over their friend's dick. Ed grinded into her face, and Jessica's inner voice encouraged her more: "Keep it up; he can't take much more." Jessica tasted the strong flavor of precum, which caused her mouth to water. She instinctively pinched her knees together when she noticed the warm wetness developing between her thighs. Jessica vigorously glided her swollen lips up and down the entire length of Ed's shaft. She didn't hesitate when Ed's hips began to convulse. She felt his large palms on the back of her head, pushing himself inside until his testicles pressed against her chin. "Aw fuck yeah!" he yelled. Jessica's cheeks puffed out as hot semen flooded from the thick tip of Ed's cock. She whimpered as she collected the tangy gob in her mouth, savoring it for a moment before she let it slide down her throat. As Ed's body relaxed, she continued to suck softly on his cock, milking the remaining drizzle of his cum. When Ed withdrew his shrinking rod from Jessica's lips, the men heard a slight pop as the suction broke. Jessica sucked on her lower lip, contemplating what just happened and enjoying the aftertaste. In her exhausted state, she felt as though she were in a dream. "See, now you two need to pay up," said Ed, as he pulled up his jeans. "Not if I get more play than you," chuckled Ricky, pointing out the details of their wager. Jessica's eyes met Ricky's for just a moment before she abruptly looked away. Ricky was an extremely muscular and tall young man. "Come here, bitch," he said, pushing her down across the seats. "Let's show him how we do this." "Slowly, please. Not so rough," she said, clawing at Ricky's chest and attempting to squirm away. Curtis quickly grabbed her wrists, pinning them over her head. Jessica pinched her legs together, but Ricky had no problem yanking the loose bottoms down, exposing her long, shapely legs. He flashed a white toothy grin when he noticed that her pink cotton panties were visibly soaked. He pulled them down over her round hips and tossed them to the floor. For a moment the three men silently eyed her small patch of fine blonde hair. Ricky pulled his pants down. Then, placing a hand beneath each of Jessica's knees, he pried them apart. Her knees were now at her shoulders, given him a perfect view of her tender pink slit. The air was heavy with the smell of Jessica's oozing juices. She could hardly fidget as the men held her firmly in place. She'd never felt so exposed and vulnerable. She watched intently as Ricky mounted her. Jessica's eyes bulged when she saw his fully erect penis. It looked almost 10 inches long, and it was dreadfully thick. Her emotions ran from horror to anxious anticipation. Ricky pressed the fat tip against her tiny slit. Jessica gasped while she watched the long cock disappear into her. She felt terrible heat within her as her pussy stretched around the wide shaft. She experienced an uncomfortable fullness when Ricky's hairy balls slapped against her bottom. Ricky never before felt a pussy close around his dick so tightly. At first he didn't think he'd fit into such a small hole, but Jessica's wetness allowed him to drive it into her. Jessica's pussy produced so much lubricant that it completely drenched Ricky's balls and he noticed a small pool develop under her bottom. He quickly took advantage of this unprecedented access. He slid his giant rod nearly all the way out and watched Jessica's expression as he jammed it deep within her. "Yeah, bitch, that pussy's fine!" he grunted, pushing harder and harder into her. With each thrust, Jessica let out a soft moan. Jessica panted as she watched Ricky slam into her violently. The well-built black man's sweat dripped from his brow onto her face. It tasted salty and manly. Jessica felt his warmth above her and within her. The discomfort inside her body subsided. Now the sensation alternated between fullness and longing, as he pushed inside and withdrew at a hurried pace. Ricky arched his back and groaned as Jessica's velvety soft skin clutched his manhood. She read the exhilaration and satisfaction on his face. Just then, Jessica was reminded of a long-held fantasy. She once dated a guy who took her to a college basketball game at his alma mater. She had no interest in the game, but was fascinated by the hunky players, especially the dark ones. She wondered what it would be like to be with one of them. Now she was beneath this black Adonis, completely under his power. She sensed a craving within her belly. Jessica screamed out lustily and rocked herself into Ricky. Her body quivered and she was filled with restless energy brought on by a forthcoming orgasm. Ricky, acutely aware that she was nearing climax, practically punched Curtis so that he would let go of Jessica's arms. Ricky then grabbed two fistfuls of Jessica's shirt and lifted her up. He yanked her on top of him as he sat back into the seat. The train made a stop. For a split second Jessica could have made a run for it. When the doors slid open, Jessica's blue eyes met with Ricky's. She pulled her shirt over her head. Breathing deeply, she reached back and unclipped her bra, which fell to the floor. Jessica's immense, white breasts spilled out. Her rosy silver-dollar-sized nipples were rigid and thick. For a moment, Ricky lost his breath. He'd never seen such erotic breasts—not even on the pornos he watched with friends. He squeezed them in his palms and sucked, slurped, and bit on Jessica's fat tits, which sent a shiver across her skin. Resting her hands on Ricky's broad shoulders, Jessica rolled her hips into him, allowing his cock to penetrate farther. She didn't want to loose the sensation that was building within her. The rumbling train caused Ricky's shaft to vibrate inside of her. Slowly at first, she began lifting her bottom up and then pressing it vigorously into him. As her climax approached, Jessica's rhythm grew faster. In short order she was hopping up and down on Ricky's powerful staff. Her plump bottom jiggled as it slapped into him, and her engorged breasts bounced to the delight of the men. Her entire body glistened as she cried out loud: "Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Ricky felt Jessica's slick pussy contract snugly around him as her body convulsed. Feeling the urgent building of his own orgasm, he gripped her fleshy bottom and lifted and dropped her onto him. He couldn't hold back the torrent any longer, and his cock gushed inside of her. Jessica felt the rush of his hot fluid as his cock pulsated. He slouched back as he released, but slid his hands up Jessica's back, pulling her into him. She gently eased his boyish face into her breasts and whispered in his ear: "That's it, baby. Let it all out." After catching his breath, Ricky rolled Jessica off of him. She sat motionless and dizzy. A warm mix of her juices and his semen trickled from her hot-pink pussy. Not a single thought ran through her pretty head while she rested in the satisfaction that only a potent orgasm could provide. "What, you think you're done, slut?" said Curtis, as he removed his blue jeans. Jessica didn't respond or even flinch as he approached her. He slapped his half erect dick across her face. "No way are you finished yet," he teased. His penis grew as he spanked her about the face and mouth. He jammed it deep down her throat, coating it with her warm saliva, before pressing it between her enormous breasts. He squeezed her boobs together, enveloping his cock in her soft skin. The friction made her supple skin feel hot around his big dick, and he loved how sexy his dark rod looked pumping between her luscious white mounds. Jessica's breasts had always been extremely sensitive to the touch. With Curtis vigorously humping her swollen chest, her entire body trembled. Sitting in a puddle of her juices, she slid her bottom to the edge of the seat. Spreading her legs wide, Jessica parted the lips of her vagina. With easy access to her clit, she stroked it with her fingertips. Soon, it was engorged and ruby red. Sensing that a climax was near, Jessica looked up at Curtis. She was wide-eyed and smiling. "I'm going to cum soon," she purred. "Are you?" Curtis felt the tension building inside. "Aw, fuck yeah," he breathlessly moaned. "Good! Come on, baby," she said with a devilish grin. "I want you to cum with me." Jessica's back arched and her body shook. She let out a throaty giggle as her orgasm released. But she kept sawing away at her clit, not wanting to let the feeling subside. Watching Jessica get off was more than Curtis could take. He pressed her tits together as hard as he could. His cock throbbed and his brow furrowed. Jessica knew he was about to blow. "Come on, baby," she said in a soft voice full of lust. "Cum all over me." Curtis yelled out as he exploded massive amounts of semen, coating Jessica's supple breasts in a hot sticky glaze. She massaged his cum into her skin while she cleaned off his cock with the tip of her tongue. After she licked up the last drops, she sat back to catch her breath. She was too tired to put her clothes on just yet. The three large men stood over her. She felt intimidated by them and somewhat humiliated by her behavior. Was this really happening? she thought. Perhaps this is just a fantastic dream. The train slowed to a stop. Ed tossed a card to Jessica. "That's my cell number," he said "Call me soon if you want to party." Jessica nodded as the three stepped off of the train. She hurriedly got dressed and caught another train home, several stops in the other direction. After a week of her normal, stressful routine, Jessica returned home one night. Standing by her phone she held the card with Ed's number in her hand. She thought of the incredible feeling of release she experienced. What harm could come of calling? she told herself. "This is Ed. What's up?" "Hi," she said uncertainly. "This is Jessica ... I guess you don't know my name. From the subway last week." "Yeah, Jessica. I was just thinking of you." Control Freak: Aunt Janet I set the framed picture of my mother on the center of the inset mantle. It was the first thing I unpacked, and the first thing I wanted to christen my new bedroom. Her radiant smile made me frown, as it'd just reminded me that she was no longer here. She wouldn't see me graduate High School, go to college, or get married. I reached up to take the picture down, but stopped myself. I was going to be stronger than that. I had to be. I'd just turned eighteen, after all. I was man. Time to start acting like one. I was living with my aunt now, the eldest of my grandmother's children, and the most feared and hated. My aunt Valerie in California had offered to let me come stay with her and Uncle Vernon, I'd declined. I was going to be a senior in the forthcoming school year, and it just made sense to finish here in Boston. "But are you sure you want to stay with Aunt Janet, though?" Aunt Val had asked, knowing full well the kind of hell I might be subject to. "Yeah, I'm sure," I'd told her. I'll be fine. I promise." I'd hurried her off the phone, because I knew she was going to attempt to talk me into moving out into sunny California. And while it was tempting, finishing school here just seemed like the smart thing to do, the better thing to do. Plus, there were other reasons I opted to stay with Aunt Janet... "Boy, have you lost your everloving mind?" Aunt Janet screamed as she stomped into my bedroom, which was impressive in five inch heels, I thought. Aunt Janet is Hell In Heels. A certified super bitch from outer space. She's gorgeous as the sky is blue, but she's got the attitude of a agitated mountain lion. According to my grandmother, it was why she was forty-two years old without a man, which I think suits Aunt Janet just fine. She seemed to be more focused on her career as a business legal counsel. She was holding a small wooden box in her hand with a Jimi Hendrix sticker plastered on the top of it. My fucking stash box. I'd forgotten that I told her it was okay to help me unpack. "Weed, Rome? Drugs?" "Aunt Janet, I—" Slap. The woman knocked the words, along the taste, right out of my mouth. I'd literally forgotten what I was going to say, not that it would have done me any fucking good. But about that other reason I'd decided to stay with Aunt Janet 'till I went off to college... she turned me on. Especially when she was full of rage like she was now. Her slap had gotten me hard as a fucking brick. I was half tempted to say something that would get me slapped again. "No. No excuses, Rome. I know that your mother—God bless her soul—just died, but I'm not going to accept drugs a proper escape from that reality! Especially not in this house! I will not have my nephew being another one these black men smokin' weed and actin' a fool!" "Aunt Janet, are you suggesting that all black men smoke marijuana and act foolish?" I don't know what the hell came over me. I just said it. And in the most sarcastic way possible. Slap. I shivered, and felt my cock twitch behind my jeans. God, I was so turned on. If she hit me again, I was sure I'd make a mess of my boxers. "I know your mother wouldn't have stood for this," she said, her pretty brown eyes narrow with anger, "so I don't know what the hell makes you think I would..." Her eyes drifted downward, catching the bulge throbbing in the front of my jeans. If she was disgusted or intrigued, it didn't show on her face, but she stared at me—my dick—for several long, silent moments. I felt my cock throb even more, and I realized my chest was heaving in anticipation. What was she going to do...? What was she thinking? "Finish packing, boy," she said finally, making eye contact again, and then left me in the room. * * * * * I had finished unpacking in a matter of hours. Afters I'd called a couple of friends and informed them of the new address, browsed the internet for a little while, and punctuated my busy day by watching a some television on my aunt's gigantic HDTV in her living room. I'd tried to make the rest of the day feel normal. Like I hadn't shared an awkward moment with my aunt earlier that day. Like I wasn't some sick, perverted fruitcake that got turned on when said aunt slapped me around. I hadn't seen Aunt Janet since the incident, but she'd been home all day. Her car was in the driveway, at least. She was probably off crying somewhere or something, disgusted. No, that didn't seem exactly right. I couldn't imagine Janet crying in a million years. "Rome," Aunt Janet called from her bedroom upstairs, "get in here this instant." Her words were clipped, commanding. Hot. I shut off the television and made for her bedroom. I stepped through her half-open door and found Aunt Janet sitting on the edge of her bed, one smooth chocolate leg draped over the other, with a black riding crop in her hands. My heart suddenly started pounding. I didn't know what was going on, but all I knew was that I was probably about to be punished for my actions earlier that day, and that I'd been more turned on than anything in my life. She was still in her skirt and button-down top, but the topmost buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing her ample breasts supported by a black lace bra. Her long brown hair, normally in a bun, was free and falling down past her shoulders. She looked hot. She looked powerful. I damn-near looked up at the ceiling and thanked God. "Uh... yes ma'am?" I'd called to her. Aunt Janet looked up from the Riding Crop in her hands, her eyes falling directly upon my middle. I was hard again. Very hard. Very obviously hard. "Come here," she commanded sternly, her expression as serious as a heart attack. I approached her unhesitatingly, anxious. "Drop them," she simply said. She hadn't told me what to drop, but I was pretty sure what she meant. I undid my belt and the front of my jeans, and pulled them down and around my ankles along with my boxers. I stood there, my erection pointing at her chest, my t-shirt hanging inches above it. In the blink of an eye she swatted my neck with the riding crop, and my cock twitched. She noticed. "Mercy," she said, "will be your safeword." My eyes widened some, and she swatted me again. I straightened up, and my cock twitched, again. "You're a disgusting boy," she pointed out. "Getting turned on by your own auntie." She swatted my cheek. I whimpered a bit. I thought I'd shoot my wad right then and there, make Aunt Janet's chest a sticky hot mess, but I managed to maintain control. "You have a smart mouth, too. I bet you worried my poor sister to death with that tongue of yours. Didn't you?" I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say, really. Besides, I thought it was one of those rhetorical questions that you just didn't answer. Apparently, Aunt Janet wanted an answer. I felt the rend of the riding crop slap against my thigh an inch or so away from my balls. My shaft throbbed, and I almost buckled. I felt the precum dripping from the tip, sliding down the underside of my cock. "Answer me, boy," she demanded. "I did, ma'am." "Auntie," she corrected. "I did, Auntie." There was something about the title that felt... nasty. Wrong. I loved it. "You've stressed me out today with that tongue of yours," she said. "And now you'll relieve my stress. Lie on the bed." My pulse roared in my ears. Was she... going to fuck me? My aunt? I was going to lose it before I even got a chance to! I did just as I was told, stepping out of my pants and climbed onto her bed and lying down, my head resting on a pillow. Aunt Janet turned and crawled on her mattress, lifting her skirt as she stradled over me. She didn't wear any panties. Oh God. Dark, downy hairs covered her pussy, which was just fine with me. I was too turned on to care. "You are not to cum until I do, do you understand? And keep your arms at your side." "Yes, Auntie." She eased herself ontop of me, sheathing my cock inside of her warm, sopping pussy that felt tighter than any of the girls I'd fucked in my school. Aunt Janet's eyes remained on mine, and I felt compelled to close them. I felt her hand slap across my face once I did. I almost came again. "Keep your eyes open, boy," she said, slowly rising, sliding me out of her sex. "Yes, ma'am," I said, gulping. She slapped my face again, the pain stinging my cheeks, turning me on to no end. I was going to lose it. I was going to fucking lose it. "Oh, God," I heard myself say. She bounced atop of me, my cock pumping in and out of her. She rode me with one hand on my chest, the other holding the shaft of the riding crop against my throat. I lay there obediently, my hands at my sides, finger twitching, aching to reach up and grab onto her. I wanted to touch her so bad, it was killing me. I struggled to keep my eyes open, struggled to keep my cock from shooting hot cum up into her cunt. Aunt Janet moaned, gnawing on her bottom lip. Pleasure knitted her brow, causing her to break the commanding calm she used to control me. "You disgusting boy!" She suddenly said, speaking through her teeth, and she slapped me again. "Filling up your auntie's pussy. Disgusting! What are you, boy?" "Disgusting, Auntie!" I cried, her words driving me crazy. I felt her hand clasp around my neck, and a long, throaty moan escaped her as she bounced faster, heavier. Her tits bounced behind her bra, the sight delicious. I couldn't take it anymore. My body couldn't take it anymore. "I'm coming!" I warned, to which Aunt Janet quickly climbed off of me and sat herself to the side, and watched my cock spurt hot, white cum all over my dark belly. She rose off the bed, standing, breathing heavily. "I told you not to cum," she said, voice cracking a little. I'm afraid you'll need to be punished for your disobedience, boy." She turned to me, pointing with the riding crop. "You're going to have a long night." I'm not sure how, but I was hard again, instantly. A long night indeed. Control Freak Lets Go Keith and I have worked together for 3 years. I had an instant attraction to him. He has a rough bad boy exterior with a soft side that he doesn't share with many. We are both married, but I have been dancing with Keith for some time now. Do you know what I mean by dancing? It is that fine line between flirting and cheating. We finally crossed it last week. I have to tell you it was the best time I have had in years. I feel like a new person. Since then, I have been fantasizing about the next time. Every time, I think about being with him, my clitoris throbs and I start to get wet. On the way driving to a work meeting, I think about being with him again. I yearn to seet his face, his eyes, his fingers, his balls and his cock. Oh that cock... I could get down on my knees for him every day. It not just the blowjob, it is the control. The control when I start to lick his head, when I run my tongue down the back of his shaft and he moans and whispers "take me in your mouth." I am the one who decides to open my mouth and allow him to shove his dick in my throat. It is me that enables him to release his cum and it is me who chooses to swallow it. Oh, crap I almost missed my turn for the meeting. I pull in the parking lot and realized that the office building is directly across from a Motel 6. I text Keith and tell him to meet me there after my meeting. I am so turned on right now. I am early for my meeting so I roll the windows down and park my car under a tree. Keith texts me back to tell me he isn't sure. I respond telling him how wet I am and that I need to fuck him. He tells me he will try to make it. I can't wait for him now. I reach down my shirt and lightly touch my breast I look at the clock again I have 10 minutes. I squeeze my nipples and bring my breast out of its bra. I am lucky enough that I can lick my own nipples and then bite them. The pain feels so good. I reach a hand down my pants and lean back. I am so horny that my underwear is wet. Oh fuck, it feels good to touch my clitoris. I gently stroke it as I get more aroused. I am still thinking about Keith and how I hope I get to feel his cock in my pussy today. I can't wait. I start to finger fuck myself imagining it is his hard dick. Oh fuck me, please. I feel that start of a climax and I let it escape. It was good but not as good as if I was brought to orgasm by him. Oh, I want to do it again. Wait what time is it? Shit, I have a minute to compose myself and get into that meeting. The meeting went well. I could smell my orgasm on my fingers and I think he could too. I am pretty certain I will close this lead. Keith has texted me and told me he was on his way. I read that and my clit starts to ache. Oh I can't wait to be with him and cum again. We walk into the motel room. Keith turns and locks the door. He turns around and tells me it is his turn to be in control. I think, what, me give up control I don't thinks so. He shoves me to the bed and orders me to strip down to my underwear. I look at him and he says "do you trust me?" I am scared to give up the control but so turned on that I am wet already. I nod my head yes. He tells me again to strip to my underwear and lay on the bed. I do as he commands. I am laying there and I look at him. He has stripped down to his boxer briefs. Oh, he is so hard. I so want to reach out to touch him. He tells me, in a tone of voice that I have never heard, to place my hands above my head. He sounds so mad and so mean. I look at him so scared but so excited. I ask him "what are you going to do with me?" He tells me "whatever I want to do." I am shivering with excitement as a cold chill runs through my body. He ties my hands to the bed and looks at me. He says "it is killing you to not be in control isn't it?" I nod my head yes. "Answer me", he almost yells at me. I say," yes." "Yes what?" he asks. "Yes, it is hard for me to give up control." "Tell me you trust me Jackie, tell me." "I trust you Keith, I don't know why, but I do." "And I you", he says. He walks over to the bed and pulls his cock out of his underwear. It is so hard precum is dripping already. Oh, how I want to suck it. He strokes himself looking at me and as if reading my mind says to me "you want to suck it don't you?" "Yes", I whisper. "Well, you aren't going to get that control tonight Jackie. I am in control tonight. Now, spread your legs. Do it Jackie!" he almost yells at me. I assume the position he ordered and he walks over with a spreader in his hands. I look at it and swallow hard. I have always wanted bondage toys. Oh fuck, I am so turned on. He places the spreader between my legs so now I am open for him to do what he wants. He then ties my ankles to the bed. I am whimpering I am so excited. His cock is hard as he strokes it again. He sits there on the chair and continues to stroke himself. I ask him "what are you doing?" "Making you wait," he says. "Please Keith, please fuck me now," I whisper. "No, you aren't in control tonight I am!" he snaps at me. "Please Keith, then just let me suck your dick". He walks towards the bed and starts towards my head with his cock pointing straight out. I lick my lips in anticipation. I open my mouth eagerly awaiting the salty taste of his precum. He places his dick's head in my mouth and I start to lick it like someone eating ice cream after being deprived of sweets for years. Just as I am really getting into his sweet penis, he pulls it out of my mouth. "Please," I whisper, "please." "Please what?" he says. "Please let me suck your dick more," I beg. "No," he says as he disappears into the bathroom. Oh, the lack of control is killing me. He comes out of the bathroom with something in his hands. He then walks over to me and grab's my one breast and starts to suck on it. He looks at me and grins saying "can I bite it?" I chuckle and say "of course, please do." I let out a small moan as I feel the shock run through me. Oh it hurts so much. I then realize he has placed a nipple clip on my one breast. I moan and he asks me "can you handle it?" I stutter saying "yes" very quietly. Oh it hurts, but it feels so good too. He takes my other breast and licks it and then begins to suck it. He gently bites it and I can't handle the feeling of both of my breast hurting so bad yet so good. He puts the other clip on that nipple and asks me if I like it. I do, but dare I admit it. "Yes", I whisper. "I love it". He pulls on the chain which increases the pain and the pleasure . "Please Keith fuck me now. Please," I beg. He looks me and says "not yet, Jackie. You need to learn to give up the control sometimes". He goes down to my dripping pussy, stroking his hard cock with one hand while rubbing my clitoris with his other hand. I moan softly. "Please" I whisper. He leans over and starts sucking on my clit. I moan again in pleasure. He reaches up and grabs my nipples chain and pulls. I scream out in pain and he tells me to let it turn into pleasure. I am panting so hard. He pulls again and then starts to finger fuck me while licking my clit. I can't handle it anymore, "please fuck me... please," I am crying in anticipation. He stops what he is doing and looks at me and says "Do you want to taste yourself?" "Keith please just fuck me; please put your cock in my throbbing vagina, please". He looks at me and says, "I didn't ask you if you wanted fucked; I asked you did you want to taste yourself and remember I am in control you are not. Do you want to taste yourself, Jackie it is a yes or no question". "Yes", I whisper. "Ask me then," he says. "Please let me taste myself," I beg. He climbs up to me and starts to kiss me. He slips his tongue in my mouth while pulling on my chain. Oh, I taste so good. Moan, the nip clips have turned into the pleasure that I was hoping they would. He reaches down with his hand while kissing me, and inserts a finger into my moist vagina. A shiver runs through me. He warns me, "don't ask for it or you aren't going to get it." I moan. He puts another finger in my pussy and then shoves one in my sweet little asshole. Oh, I love that. I am writhing and moan in hungry for his dick inside of me. But I keep quiet. I am trying so hard to gyrate but I can't because of the spread bar and the restraints. He continues to finger fuck my vagina and ass. I want to cum so bad, but I want his dick just as much. "Let it go Jackie," he says. "Let me make you orgasm the way I want to make you." I cry out in pleasure. "I am going to cum, Keith." I feel myself reaching the peak. I am almost there as he continues to finger fuck my two holes. I finally release and moan with pleasure. He removes his fingers and at the same time removes the spread bar. He he is finally going to insert his hard cock into my wet vagina. Oh, I quiver with anticipation as he slides his shaft into my pussy. We fuck like two people who haven't had sex for years. He continues to drive his penis into my vagina as he moans with pleasure. I can feel him stiffening and we are both close to cumming. I am almost there as I feel his warm sperm being ejaculated into my moist pussy. That is what brings me to cum again. As he is leaving his last drop of cum, I moan again and he brings me to orgasm another time. Our hearts are racing together as he lays on top of me and says "are you okay with letting me have control sometime?" I sigh and say "after what you just did for me, yes. Yes, I am. But can I still have it sometimes?" He grins and says, "with you I wouldn't expect anything else."