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Taking Control

By: magichands



I would hazard a guess that I managed to get laid in more ways by more ladies in the last 4 months, than I have in the last 25 years!

It even started to bother me a little, so I went to the Doctor and got myself tested. No reason to worry, all of the tests came back clean as a whistle.

During the period when Lee left me, and came back just over two months later, I must have had no less that a couple of dozen crazy sessions. My practice often involves touching in a manner that is sensual, and many of my clients are the wives of people I know!

I am a Massage Therapist, and an instructor 5 days a week at one of the local Colleges.

But the incidents of the past few months have changed me, and my "bedside Manner" has changed, too.

When Lee left me, I went into a depression so deep I didn't even go to work. I would have done anything for Lee, anything in the world. I would have died for her, she was everything.

That was the problem, she could make me do what she wanted, and in many ways, she was in control. Carey showed her what she wanted, a Man in control. He took her roughly, she was there for him, he decided when and where, and how.

Lee needed that, and she didn't even know it, our life was quiet, gentle, normal.

Then she saw me in a different light, first, I grabbed her and took her in almost anger, then I fought and won for her!

I saw her eyes sparkle with excitement, and the one thing that was lacking in her life. That one thing was a pure male protector, she felt safe and secure all of a sudden, and she just gave in to me.

Suddenly I was the big fish in the pond, I had lost weight, and the loss of the extra pounds made my already muscular upper body even more prominent!

It was an odd feeling to me in some ways, but suddenly I was the Master.

In my massage practice, many of the ladies I work with like a sensual touch, I found myself becoming more aggressive.

Most welcomed my touch, but a few would tense up, and I would be cautious when I sensed that. Aggressive is one thing, stupid is another, I could end up in a steel bedroom if I went over the line with the wrong person.

To be honest, I suddenly like the new me, I like being in control, and I like sex! I went over 20 years with woman after woman all but nude on my table, many wanted me, but I resisted, because of my wife. Also because I was " supposed" to, society dictates that.

Well, now it's the HELL with that!

So just over two weeks ago, I fucked a fellow therapist's wife senseless on my table, while my wife sat meekly in the other room! But I did feel a bit of guilt, so I allowed him to fuck Lee in return, it was fun, to be honest! I watched his wife Annie's big tits flop as I pounded her tight snatch, she had her legs spread as wide as she could get them considering she had some extra pounds on her. I liked the way she went "YUHH YUHH YUHH" as I stabbed at her! I also liked the way Lee's pussy rolled back as Dan's big mushroom headed dick pulled back against her, and the way her stomach began to ripple as she climaxed over and over!

As I sit here and write this, Lee is sitting in on the sofa. She is naked, that is the way I keep her at home. I threw away all of her undergarments, she isn't allowed any. As soon as I finish this story, I will have her pour me a nice drink, and then give me a nice blow job! I never used to care too much about that, but now I rather like the way her cheeks bulge out when I blow off inside her mouth!

Old Doc Barker, the Doctor who just did my blood tests? I just swapped the price of the tests for a package of my "Therapeutic" massage sessions...*LOL**

Her name is Anita, she is a 36 year old Redhead. She looks to be a natural one, too! She has the roundish face, freckles, the wireframe glasses. I noticed her at a party a few months ago, she likes to wear the criss-cross tops that leave a lot of cleavage.

I can hardly wait, she is coming over Wednesday evening.

I will bet I have her on her hands and knees with my cock up her butt in 30 minutes!

*LOL*...I will write and let you know how it goes.... my cock is hard just thinking about it.

Taking Control



* this is a story of how my wife busted me doing some of my favorite things and then took control of the situation with some role reversal to satisfy both her and my hidden desires - enjoy! *

It was one of those rare days when I was working from home and my wife had plans to be out running around with a couple of girlfriends for most of the day. Work had been dragging me down and I was in serious need of some personal time. As soon as I kissed my wife goodbye, I scurried into the bedroom to raid her panty drawer. I've always loved the sight and feel of a skimpy pair of satin panties and have found myself wanting to wear them more often recently. I'm not sure if it was my way of dealing with work-related pressures, or the slutty side coming out of me or what, but I knew they felt good and I was ready to slide into pair and do a little surfing online. I picked out my favorite pair, a French-cut low-rise sheer pink satin bikini with a little bow at the center of the waistband. They encased my small cock very well and tightly hugged my ass cheeks. Not only did they feel good on me, but I think they looked great too! 

The silky fabric felt good against my ass, cock, and balls as I sat in my office chair and surfed my favorite porn sites in nothing but my tiny weenie string bikini. I have a very diverse taste in porn ranging from the usual bouncy tits and nice ass chicks getting plowed by well-hung men, to girl on girl, guy on guy, and girls sharing guys with their guy sex. I love the contrast of black on white, and the ideal of a strong woman taking control of the sexual activities. I wouldn't be opposed to being dominated by my wife wearing a nice big strap-on or by one of her nice looking "girlfriends" who, once the fabric is removed, turns out to be a well-hung tranny eager to stuff my openings with her big thick cock. The internet has so much to offer and my diverse pallet is always eager to be satisfied.  

I was 20 minutes into my personal bliss and my gentle stroking of my panty-covered cock and balls caused my dick to stand at full attention, poking its head and several inches above the tight waistband.  Several drops of creamy moisture pooled on the tip of my cock and I ran my finger thru it before bringing it to my tongue. As I savored the taste of my hot creamy cum I was immediately jotted out of my bliss and back to reality by an unexpected sound – "CLICK!"

I immediately spun around to see what the clicking noise was, finger still at the tip of my lips.

"CLICK!" the sound was repeated followed by an all too familiar voice. 

"How does that taste panty boy?" the voice said.

My heart about jumped out of my chest and my face must have turned 10 shades of red as I sat there watching my wife taking pictures of me with her cell phone. I was completely embarrassed and didn't know what to do or say. I crossed my legs and just sat there for a moment hoping she'd disappear but she didn't.

"What are you doing home, I thought you went shopping," I said pretending to be innocent but doing a very poor job of it. 

"Well, aren't we the bold one asking questions," she said clicking off another picture before folding her arms across her chest and turning her head in disbelieve. "I happened to forget one of the packages that I have to return so I stopped back to pick it up before heading over to the mall. Perhaps you can explain why you are sitting around jerking your little cock while wearing my pink panties."

I was speechless and just sat there staring at her, my hardness quickly disappearing and slipping back into their satin confines. 

"What's wrong Marty, cat got your tongue baby? Perhaps I should invite the girls in here and let them see what a little panty boy of a husband I have. Would you like that panty boy?"

"Look hon, I'm sorry, I was just having a little fun and didn't mean to offend you," I said. 

"We'll deal with this when I get back, in the meantime, get your panty-covered ass up and get the house cleaned while I'm gone. If you're going to dress like a girl you're going to have to act like one so get your prissy ass busy. And don't you dare take those panties off either. I want to see you just the way you are when I return, do you understand panty boy?" she asked.

"Yes," I said lowering my head.

"What! I can't hear you panty boy," she said with a loud voice.

"Yes dear, I understand," I said. My wife turned and hustled out the room and back into the running car outside. I could only hope and pray that she didn't say a word about what just happened to her girlfriends. I shutdown the computer and started cleaning the house as instructed and kept going until I was finished. Just then I heard a car pull up and peaked outside to see who it was. It was my wife and her friends and I immediately began to panic. She got out of the car and grabbed some bags from the trunk before heading into the house as her girlfriends drove off. I returned to the living room and sat on the couch dressed only in her panties waiting to see what she did next. She came in with a number of packages and stood there looking at me sitting on the couch.

"Where's dinner?"she asked.

"I..., I didn't realize I was supposed to make dinner," I said.

"Get your pretty little ass in the kitchen and make us some dinner while I shower up and prepare for tonight's festivities," she said carrying her bags into the bedroom.

I grilled some chicken and made some vegetables and rice while she emptied her bags and showered. When she was done, I saw her carry a large bag of something to the garbage before joining me in the kitchen. She was dressed in a simple pair of white cotton boy shorts and a matching "wife beater" top. I always liked this outfit because not only did it give her a little bit of a tomboy look, it also did a great job of outlining and accentuating her big full breasts and her full round ass. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen as I served up dinner and watched her open a bottle of wine. We ate dinner and finished the bottle of wine over small talk before my wife opened another bottle and instructed me to "shower up". She was already a little giddy from the first bottle of wine and I knew we were in for an interesting evening when she opened the 2nd bottle. 

"I want you to remove all the ugly hair too while you're in there," she said. I just looked at her as she sipped her glass of wine and smiled. 

I showered and spent extra time clearing the hair on my body. God, what a pain! And to think that women do this on a regular basis. When I was done I pulled the shower curtain back and reached for my towel to dry off. As I was drying, I noticed that my wife had placed some garments on the bathroom counter. I picked them up and noticed a hot red pair of string bikinis, a black garter belt and black silk thigh-high stockings. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"You're kidding right?" I yelled out of the bathroom door.

She walked over to the bathroom sipping her wine and began rubbing her hand down my hairless body. "My, don't we feel nice and smooth," she said. "No, I'm not kidding and by the size of your growing clitty, I don't think you really mind either. Now get your ass dressed and hop up on our bed – I'll be there in a moment."

I've got to be honest, I had a hard time stuffing my rising cock into those small red panties and the stocking felt very nice on my bare legs but the garter belt was completely foreign to me and a bit awkward to put on but I eventually figured it out and slipped onto the bed as my wife had ordered. I sat there for a few moments admiring my girly outfit before being brought back to reality by that now all too familiar "CLICK"ing sound. 

"Boy wouldn't your friends love to see you now," she said finishing off the wine in her glass. "From now on I make all the rules and what I say goes otherwise I share all of these lovely pictures with your friends and family you got that panty boy?"

What could I say, she had me by the balls and I had nothing in return. She turned away from me and pulled something out of the bag that sat on her dresser. As she turned around, it became immediately clear what she had pulled out of the bag – a rather large but life-like replica of a black cock attached to a strap-on harness. She fastened the cock to her hips and grabbed something off the dresser before climbing on the bed next to me. She slid her hips over mine and began to rub the big black cock between my stocking covered legs. My cock began to stretch the little red panties covering it before popping its way free.

"My, oh my sweetheart, I've never seen your clitty so big and full of excitement. Is it the outfit I picked out for you or the big black cock rubbing between your legs? I always knew you were a slut for big black cocks and those pornos you used to bring home weren't just for my benefit but I guess I never really knew how much of a little cock slut you really were."

As she continued to rub her cock between my legs, she popped the top of the item she took from the dresser and leaned forward with it. 

"We've gotta make those big puffy lips of yours inviting otherwise you might not get what you really want tonight honey," she said as she applied some red lipstick to my lips. "There you go now they match you panties. Don't you look sweet," she said as she laid down the lipstick and grabbed her cell phone for another picture – "CLICK!"

"I want you to slide down between my legs and wrap your red hot lips around my big black cock baby. You want to do that don't you darling?" she asked.

I just shook my head. 

"What? I couldn't hear you baby. What is it that you want honey? Tell me baby what you want to do."

"I want to suck your big black cock," I said kind of sheepishly.

"Well then baby slide down there and show me just how bad you really want it," she said.

I slid down between her legs until I was directly under her big black cock. She reached down and grabbed it and pointed it to my lips. "Lick the sensitive underside of my cock head baby and get it nice and hard before I stuff it in your mouth," she instructed. 

"That's it baby, lick up and down the full length of my big black cock, that feels sooo good! Now open wide so I can slip my big fat cock into your hungry mouth."

I did as I was instructed and she placed the big puffy head of her cock at the opening of my mouth at which time I instinctively wrapped my lips around it. "CLICK!" another picture for the blackmail file. She slid more of her cock into my mouth and took a couple more pictures of it sliding in and out of my hungry lips before removing it completely and sliding off of me and onto the side of the bed. I just look at her as if she took away my favorite toy.

"Slide over here on your back with your head over the edge of the bed baby. I wanna make sure you get the full length of my big black cock between your lips and down that sexy throat of yours," she said. I wasn't too sure about this move as I had never deep-throated a cock before and wasn't sure I was going to be able too but I complied with her wishes. She grabbed both sides of my head and tilted it back before inserting her big black cock between my lips. As she started to build up a rhythmic thrust, she reached down with both hands and grabbed my nipples, pulling them upward and the twisting them.

"CLICK!" I was used to that sound by now and was actually getting off knowing that all this fun was being captured on film.

"That's it you slutty little cocksucker, suck my dick and get it nice and wet so it will slide right up that pussy of yours," she said and she increased the depth and intensity of her thrusts. My eyes widened when I heard those words as taking anything up my ass wasn't in my plans.

My wife pulled the cock from my lips and rubbed it all over them before stepping back and away from me. "Get up on all fours bitch, I'm gonna pop your cherry," she said.

"Hey this wasn't in the cards hon," I protested.

"Shut the fuck up and assume the position you little cocksucker unless you want me to show the world what a cock-sucking panty boy you really are," she barked. Fuck, I forget about the pictures. I was screwed, or would be in a few minutes. 

I turned around and got on all fours only to hear that familiar sound again – "CLICK!"  My wife grabbed some lube from her dresser drawer and proceeded to lube her big black cock up. She then got on the bed and positioned herself behind me. 

"I'm going to fuck you like the little girl you are," she said as she pulled my panties aside and placed the hard wet tip of her cock at my virgin opening. "Look at your clitty throb with anticipation," she said, "you're such a naughty little slut aren't you baby?" 

I felt the pressure of her push building up at my opening and I tried to relax to make it easier on myself.  A minute later I felt the unmistakable penetration of the head of her cock past my tight opening. She very slowly inched her thick black cock into my ass, pulling it back before sliding it forward again a little deeper each time. Once it was fully in, she stood still for a minute to allow me to get adjusted to its thickness. While she was doing that, she reached under me and grabbed my hard cock.

"Oh look how wet your little clitty is baby, you're obviously enjoying every inch of my big black cock up your pussy aren't you?" she asked. There was no hiding my excitement, I was dripping pre-cum uncontrollably and starting to push back on her cock now that I was accustomed to its thickness.  

"Why you horny little bitch you. Pushing back on my big black cock like a whore in heat. You want this cock? I'll give you this cock," she said thrusting her big black manhood deep into my ass. "CLICK – CLICK – CLICK!"

She grabbed a hold of my garter belt and started to fuck me good and hard, bouncing the thick black head of her cock off my prostate. I was ready to explode when she suddenly stopped and pulled out. What the fuck I thought, how could she leave me hanging like this. 

"Lie down on your back," she said, "I wanna see your face as I fuck your tight little pussy." She stood at the edge of the bed while I crawled over to her and lay on my back. I raised my legs so she had access to my love tunnel and she satisfied my urge by filling it with her big black cock. It wasn't long before she got her rhythm back and the camera clicking away. As she fucked me, she stroked my dick poking from under my red hot panties. "CLICK – CLICK – CLICK" more pictures capturing the real slut I am. That was enough to send me over the top and I shot strand after strand of white hot cum over my chest and onto my face and lips. "CLICK – CLICK – CLICK" I really didn't care any more. I was completely spent and satisfied. 

"Well, not bad for a virgin," she said, "but I'm sure you'll get better with practice. And if you get really good, maybe I'll be kind enough to arrange the real thing for you. I'll bet you'd like that wouldn't little slut, me bringing home a nice well hung black guy to share with you. Mmmm sounds good doesn't it baby?"

She smacked her heavy cock down against my shrinking clitty and instructed me to go get cleaned up while she readied herself for bed. I did as instructed and came back to my dresser to put on some fresh underwear for bed. When I opened my drawer I was stunned to see nothing but panties in there.

"Hey, what happened to my underwear," I protested.

"You have a whole drawer full of underwear in there baby, what are you talking about," she said innocently. 

"There's nothing but panties in here," I said. "What the fuck am I going to do when I have to go to work, or the gym, or the doctors?" I asked.

"You should have thought about that before you got caught wearing my panties," she said. "From now on, you'll wear nothing but panties and if I find you wearing something else, I'll share all those pictures I just took with everyone I know," she said with a smirk. 

Fucked again I thought as I pulled out a pair of baby doll blue panties and slipped them on before sliding into bed with my wife. She snuggled up with me and rubbed her mound against my panty-covered ass before telling how much she always wanted to sleep with another girl and tonight was her night. She kissed me on the neck before falling sound asleep. I could only lie there and wonder what excitement was in store for me down the road. I knew one thing, regardless of what it was, I knew my ass, cock, and balls would be nicely covered!

(to be continued?)



Taking Control



The cool air hardened her nipples and sent a shiver down her spine as she delicately removed her dress shirt. She arched her back and reached behind her to remove her lace bra. She sighed and gently massaged her breasts, grateful to be free of a bra for the rest of the evening. Her breasts were quite large, and wearing a bra could be painful at times.

She unzipped her black skirt pulling it down her tanned legs. She was already excited about her plans tonight, even though she still had two hours to wait. She pulled off her thong and set it on top of the rest of her neatly folded clothes. 

Examining herself in the mirror, she was impressed with herself tonight. Not always the most confident, she sometimes had problems feeling sexy, but tonight her tan skin looked inviting, her curvy hips were just the right size and her large breasts looked perky and delicious. She was eager to be touched.

She thought of last night and traced her fingertips down her body and to her hairless mound. She let out a soft moan as she thought of the way he had taken her. The way he couldn't even wait for her to get undressed, he had pushed the top half of her body over the kitchen counter, pulled her skirt up roughly, tore her black panties and shoved his thick cock inside her, pawing at her melons through her blouse. They both loved it when he did that. She squirmed and clenched her eyes shut at the pain of his trespass, but the pain was part of the pleasure. She loved feeling the weight of his body on top of her, her breasts mashed against the cold surface of the counter. She loved hearing his moans as he slid in and out of her tight cunt. 

Jayden was now weak at the knees, as her fingers rubbed her clitoris while she thought about their typical sexcapades. She loved being used by him, being his whore, but tonight things would go differently.

Jayden reluctantly stopped rubbing her clit and went into the small bathroom to clean up. She was already sopping wet, and didn't want to be a slippery mess when he got home. She then slid the silk dress, carefully selected for this evening, over her nude body.

The ankle-length dress was a shimmering forest green. The combination of the dress's color and her long curly red hair made her look like a medieval princess, who had lost her crown. The gown had a long slit running up both sides of the dress exposing most of her thighs. The fabric was gathered at her breasts, cutting across them right above her nipples. The soft fabric teased her skin when she moved. She knew she would be on fire by the time her boyfriend arrived home. 

Jayden had to literally sit on her hands while she waited for him, so she wouldn't give into the temptation and ferociously fuck herself to climax. She heard the elevator sound in the hallway, and rose to be waiting by the front door. Another shiver, this one of anticipation, shook through her spine. She hid her smile as the front door opened.

She could tell by the look on his face she had surprised him. As his eyes looked her up and down, she didn't give him time to react. Instead, she quickly pressed her body against his, forcing him backwards against the closed front door.

She clasped his hands in hers and lifted both of their arms above their heads, against the door. 

He was too shocked at her boldness to assume his traditional dominant role, and she took advantage. She kissed up his neck, licking along his jaw line. She nibbled his earlobe, and whispered in his ear, "Tonight, I'm in charge."

She touched his lips with her tongue, but refused to kiss him. She let go of his hands, and ran her hands underneath his T-shirt. Her nails lightly scratched his chest. She squeezed his nipples while she licked and sucked on his neck. She could feel his cock harden in his pants.

His moaned her name and giggled as she brought her hands to his sides to tickle him a bit. He tried to kiss her, longing for their tongues to touch, but she pulled away, not allowing him to take the lead. She pulled his shirt up, forcing him to raise his arms to let her remove it completely. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. His cock jutted out from his body, tenting his boxers. She carefully removed, them as well, without touching his cock. She could see precum already forming at the tip. She bent down and delicately licked the droplet off. His hands moved to the back of her head. He wanted more than just the one lick, but she stoop up quickly, rubbing her body against his so he could feel the softness of the silk.  

She led him to the couch, and knelt in front of him on the ground. She ran her nails over his thighs, and then her tongue, avoiding this cock completely. She then, slowly, gently, lifted his cock to his stomach and licked his scrotum, before running her tongue up the underside of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, before moving upwards to suck his nipples. 

First her mouth encircled his right nipple, with her right hand squeezing the other. Then she switched. As she kissed up his chest, she rose to straddle him, her breasts falling out of her dress, her hard nipples rubbing against his bare chest. She moaned his name into his ear, grabbed his thick cock and rubbed it up and down her sopping slit. She was teasing both him and herself now. Her body shook with anticipation. Her breasts heaved as she panted. How she wanted him.

She hovered above him, his cock pointed toward her entrance. He raised his hips in an effort to get inside her, but she, again, refused to let him take the lead.

"Just one more thing, Love," she whispered into his ear. "I haven't been taking my birth control."

As she uttered the last word, she sank down on him, his cock impaling her completely in one swift moment. She groaned as she rose up and just as quickly sat back down for the second time. That's all it took. He grabbed her hips and kept her upon him.

He groaned her name as he erupted inside of her, his seed flooding her womb. She came when he did, her pussy spasming around his cock, milking it for every last bit of sperm. 

They clutched onto each other as they both recovered, panting and sweaty. He gently laid her on the couch, and lied down behind her, cupping her breasts with his large hands. He kissed her sweetly behind her earlobe, and they both drifted into a post-orgasm, blissfully satisfied sleep.



Taking Control



It had been weeks since we had seen each other, and when we were finally alone in the quiet space of your bedroom you immediately grab hold of me pulling me close and kiss me, softly but passionately, holding my face in your hands slipping your tongue into my mouth as I respond to the embrace.

As our kisses become hotter and more frantic you begin to slowly back me up against the nearest wall, pinning my arms down to show me who was in charge - and it wasn't me. I felt myself getting excited about the prospect of being dominated and controlled as the stirrings in my lower stomach grew stronger which didn't go unnoticed by you.

Letting go of my wrists and pausing from our embrace, you lift up my arms pulling my top over my head and throw it behind you in eagerness to see what is underneath. Then using one hand,you reach behind my back as I fondle your penis through your jeans feeling you grow harder and harder, you find the clasp on my bra and snap it open. You then run your hands softly but firmly up and over my ribs through my cleavage to my shoulders where you slip the straps off watching the bra as it falls to the floor revealing my hard nipples just begging for your attention.

Knowing how much I love it when you play with my breasts, and holding onto one of my hips with one hand, you move your head lower and begin to knead one breast while taking the opposite nipple in your mouth. Sucking and flicking it in just the way I love causing me to throw my head back and moan in pure bliss driving me absolutely crazy. Your other hand occasionally grazing over my other nipple causing me to flinch in pleasure and making me increasingly wet.

Meanwhile the hand you left on my hip has wandered down to the top of the skirt I'm wearing especially because I know that wearing it turns you on. You slip it under the waistband looking for the warmth and wetness I can feel you're craving. I managed to stop you from moving any lower pushing your hand back up towards my stomach. 

I press myself harder against you and encourage your hand towards the hemline of the skirt instead, an action which didn't require any encouragement at all. Your hands graze my thighs and my skin tingles as my skirt is pulled up, abandoned the moment your fingers make contact with my underwear which is absolutely soaked. Also especially chosen - black, silk and lace, you're favourite. The real surprise was the fact it was a g - string (something I normally didn't like to wear), one that didn't go unnoticed and I hear your sigh of appreciation. You hook both of your thumbs under the sides of the g - string and with intense speed and want push them down over my hips. You move back slightly allowing me to step out of it. I move carefully as not to get it caught in my heels. 

You don't bother to take off my skirt, finding it more erotic to leave it on bunched around my waist. Moving back towards me and resuming our embrace you position yourself between my legs and I spread them slightly giving you perfect access to my clit. Wriggling my hips slightly and grinding slightly you get the hint of what I want you to do, however you continue to torture me and remind me who's boss by brushing your fingers lightly over my mound inching closer and closer to my clit and then moving abruptly away. I groan as you tease me again and again before finally giving to my need and slip a finger over my hard, wet and aching clit. I thrust my hips up wanting more pressure, and you give it to me finally, rubbing faster and faster just the way you know I like it. You can feel that I'm about to come so you finish me off leaving me panting and slightly wobbly. Seeing me come leaves you eager for more too. 

Your penis is as rock hard as before and I realise you're still fully clothed. You allow me to reach down and unbutton your jeans brushing my hands across your penis softly as I do this causing you to moan, wanting more. I pull down your jeans taking your underwear with them. I quickly stroke you a few times and for a moment you forget you're meant to be in charge. You eventually come back to reality and stop me, stepping out of your jeans kicking both them and my g - string out of the way. 

You pull me in close and kiss me softly, at the same time running your hand down my hip to my knee pulling the leg up and hooking it around your hip giving better access to enter and fuck me. One of my arms grips yours while the other holds on tight to your shoulder. 

I am so horny and eager for you to enter me, I push my hips to make contact with yours and feel you're hard cock. You keep resisting me, not allowing me to be in control. Instead I try to move my hands to your penis but I'm stopped midway by your forceful grip. I give in and go weak under you and you relent a little by entering me, but only the head and only a little. I continue to try and push you further in, the need to have you fill me completely overwhelming me. You can sense the desperate desire and while you have it too, keep teasing me by withdrawing and entering only a little. 

Finally, when I'm not expecting it, you grab me tightly and enter me in one excruciatingly long, slow and hard movement stretching me wide, which makes me whimper in satisfaction. You also groan as I am so tight, wet and warm from the prolonged absence since you were last inside me. 

Your strokes and slow and long, but what I really want is it harder and faster and deeper. Grinding myself against you more with increased urgency, you start to respond to my movement fucking me harder and faster and so deep our pubic bones are one not two. 

We're pressed so hard together that I let go of your shoulder and arm, and place them on the wall behind me bracing myself. I grind myself harder on you getting the desired contact on my clit that I need so bad. You keep thrusting, more and more until I begin to feel myself losing control and know that a powerful orgasm is coming. I start to moan as the orgasm hits and I start shaking uncontrollably. I'm clenching you so hard that your own orgasm quickly follows mine and I can feel your hot cum pumping into my body as you thrust as hard as you possibly can.

Your head is on my shoulder and I can feel your moans and hot breath on my neck, while my breast is heaving under your hand. You keep thrusting eager to get every last drop of your cum in me. Gradually our movements slow down as we try to catch our breaths. 

Finding my lips you give me a sweet, long soft kiss and we simply hold each other, not wanting to move from our embrace. It was the perfect way to say hello after our long separation.



Taking Control



I

It had become something a tradition on a Friday afternoon for Simon to invite his best friend, Edward, over and the two would watch some B-grade action movie or another before heading out for a night of drinking and socializing in the many bars and clubs that dotted the town. Much to Simon's dismay, however, it had also become something of a tradition that his mother (a widow for two years now) would flirt outrageously with Edward, often to the embarrassment of Edward as much as to himself. Edward was a handsome young man, eighteen years old, athletic, with a strong build and dark hair, not unlike Simon; but Simon was gregarious and outgoing and Edward was shy and introverted. Simon didn't know for sure but he suspected that Edward was still a virgin and he suspected, perhaps, that his mother thought the same and she enjoyed to make the most of his shyness and often flirted in an overtly obvious manner knowing full well that Edward would be too shy to embrace or reject her advances.

For Edward these flirtations were quite nice, something to look forward to although they were often embarrassing for him as he didn't know how to take them, especially as his best friend, and this woman's son, was almost always with him when it happened. For Simon it was embarrassing because he knew how uncomfortable it made his friend and he didn't want his mother to get the reputation of a horny widow who would try to seduce anyone who might look upon her favorably. Simon knew that he would have to do something, it was becoming too much and as the man of the house he deemed it to be his responsibility to intervene.

The two watched movies and knocked back a few beers in peace for a couple of hours before Jessica, Simon's flirtatious mother, eventually returned home. Simon heard her key in the door before loud footsteps of her heels on the wooden floor announced her imminent approach. She opened the living room door and stepped cautiously inside, carrying an armful of shopping bags clutches tightly to her side.

She moved off towards the side of couch on which Edward and Simon were both sat and gave her standard greeting, "good afternoon boys."

"Afternoon, Mrs. Campbell," returned Edward, polite as ever.

"Please," she cooed, "you're eighteen now, you can call me Jessica."

Simon rolled his eyes, she had barely been home two minutes and already she had started.

"Oh yeah," said Edward, "I keep forgetting, it's a hard habit to break."

Jessica smiled at her son's friend, he was always so polite, a virtue which her son seemed to be losing. She walked in front of the couch and leant over and kissed Simon of the forehead, giving Edward a good view of her tight backside as it strained against the back of her dress as she moved. As she moved to stand up she looked back at Edward and caught him staring at her backside but didn't let on that she knew. "And how are you?" she asked, turning her attention to her Son.

"Fine," he replied, noncommittally, his eyes barely glancing away from the TV screen.

Jessica had grown used to his recent lack of enthusiasm and decided to ignore his mood and get on with what she like to do best on a Friday afternoon- flirt with Edward. She placed her shopping bags down on the coffee table and, ignoring the movie, began to speak excitedly about her purchases. "Look what I bought today," she exclaimed happily, eliciting little response from her son who glanced only briefly in her direction but getting the attention of Edward who was too polite to ignore her altogether. 

She lifted a pair of black leather heels out of one of the shopping bags, "look" she said, smiling widely, "aren't they cute."

Her audience remained quiet but Edward nodded in apparent appreciation, he didn't know the first thing about shoes and to him they seemed to be exactly the same as the ones that Jessica was already wearing but he couldn't ignore her and he could see how excited she seemed to be with her latest purchase.

"Guess what else I got," she said, her voice still charged with excitement.

Simon turned slightly to see what else she had bought, while Edward shrugged, unable to even hazard a guess.

"Go on," Said Jessica, trying to get Edward to play along, "guess."

"I've no idea," he replied, "a dress?"

"No," returned Jessica, glad to have at least one of the young men joining her game, "think smaller."

"A skirt?" he offered, not really sure what else to guess.

"Smaller still."

Simon turned his full attention to his mother, knowing that she had probably bought this latest item just so she had an excuse to flirt with Edward who was still trying to think of something else to guess.

"Just tell us," said Simon, annoyed at his mother's behavior, "we'll be here all day otherwise."

Jessica pouted in mock annoyance before pulling a jade green bikini from her shopping bag.

"What do you think?" she asked, her face beaming with anticipation.

"It's... uh... very nice," replied Edward, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"It matches my eyes, see," she said, lifting it up to her face. The color was almost identical to that of her eyes and it complimented the strawberry tone of her hair perfectly. None of this was lost on either of the young men but Edward said no more out of sheer nervousness and Simon remained quiet out of annoyance of his mother's behavior.

Unperturbed by their silence she spoke again, this time with an air of finality on her voice, "well I'm going upstairs to try it on... don't go anywhere," she said, turning to Edward, "I need a man's opinion." Without waiting for a response she grabbed her bags and hopped back off up the stairs to her bedroom to get chanced into her latest purchase.

Simon and Edward watched the movie for a couple more minutes before Simon spoke, "sorry about that, I don't know what's up with her at the moment."

"It's okay," said Edward, cautious not to sound too accepting of her behavior.

"I think I'm going to stay in tonight," said Simon.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry to ask but do you mind leaving for today? I've got to sort this thing out with mom, she's really starting to take it too far."

"Sure," replied Edward, a little taken aback, "no problem, bro."

Simon led his friend to the front door, "sorry about this," he said, annoyed that he had been forced to ask his friend to leave in such an abrupt manner.

"No problem," replied Edward.

"I'll give you a call tomorrow," said Simon as he closed the door after his friend.

With his friend out of the way he returned to the living room and turned off the movie. He had been meaning to sort this thing with his mother out for weeks now but he had been waiting for the motivation to do it. Now, with his best friend forced to leave, he knew that it was time to take control, she had gone too far and he was not going to stand for it.

It wasn't long before Jessica arrived back in the living room, this time clad only in her bikini. Her pale white flesh and toned figure was on full display, hidden only by the scant covering of her rather revealing bikini and the cascade of red hair that fell down onto her shoulders. She entered the room with complete confidence and strode across to the center of the floor before she realized that anything was wrong. She glanced, momentarily, around and noticed that the TV had been turned off and that the intended audience for her new clothing was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Edward?" she asked, her agitation clear on her voice.

"He had to leave," replied Simon, his tone dark and forceful.

"Why?" asked Jessica, nonplussed.

"Because he was embarrassed at your shameless flirting," said Simon coldly.

Jessica appeared as though she was about to speak but then stopped herself.

"He's not the only one," added Simon.

"What?"

"You're embarrassing me," he continued, "prancing around like you're twenty years younger, not a care for what those who have to witness it feel, it's pathetic."

"How dare..." she was cut off.

"Shut up!" commanded Simon, his tone indicating that he was not to be trifled with, "I hadn't finished speaking yet."

"Who...?" she was cut off again.

Simon stepped towards his mother, his eyes struck with controlled anger, "I said, shut up!"

Jessica was shocked by his outburst and attempted to slap him across the face but he was too fast and he had anticipated her action. With deft motions he grabbed the wrist of her striking hand and twisted her arm behind her back, she tried to pry his grasp away with her other hand but in so doing she managed only to surrender her spare arm and he gripped them both tightly in one hand.

"You know," he said calmly, "Dad would be ashamed to see you like this, to see that you've lost all your self control and that you'll do anything for a cheap thrill."

Jessica wanted to speak but realized that her son really meant business, it had been a long time since someone had taken such immediate control over her like this but being in a submissive position was something that she had once known very well and everything that she had learned came flooding back.

"I think that he'd also be ashamed of me," he continued, "for not doing something sooner, for not putting you back in line. He was always a strong disciplinarian and I've come to the end of my tether so I have two choices, I can either follow in his footsteps and try and fix you or I can leave right now and not come back. I've never been one to shirk my responsibilities though, so really my only choice is to stay." Simon was happy with how his little speech had come out, he had run it over in his head many times but it was now that it really mattered and he managed to speak with strength and clarity.

Jessica's early caution was temporarily dissolved by Simon's speech she knew that he wanted her silence but she felt as though she had to question him, at least so she could have a little clarity, "what are you saying?" she said.

"I'm saying," replied Simon, letting his displeasure at her decision to speak be heard in his tone, "that it's about time that I did my father proud and make sure that you don't step out of line and put the family name in jeopardy."

"But how?" she asked, her voice wavering with the dual realization that she may be about to lose some of her freedom to do as she chose and that her son had grown into the mold of his father as he had always hoped he would.

"There are going to be rules of decency that you are to follow, and there are going to be consequences when you fail to do so."

"Consequences?"

"Yes, consequences. When you displease me I will punish you, and I will continue to do so until you behave in a more appropriate manner around any guests that we may have at the house."

"But... what punishments?" asked Jessica, now quietly sobbing.

"You're about to find out," replied Simon. 

Without allowing time for him mother to respond he pushed her hands in towards her spine and led her to the couch. He sat down abruptly upon its leather surface and then moved him mother face-down over his lap so that he was still able to hold her wrists together with one arm whilst allowing his other arm access to her practically exposed ass so that he could spank some decency into her. He noticed that him mother almost seemed resigned to her fate already and making her lay over his lap seemed easier than he had anticipated.

"I think that you know what's going to happen next," he said.

"I think I know," said his mother, her voice still wavering.

"Well go on then, guess," he mocked, imitating her earlier game.

"You're going to spank me," she said, beginning to sob once more.

"Very good," replied Simon, "and you're going to count out the strokes; do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Very good."

Simon moved his free hand towards his mother's ass and grabbed at the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Without allowing her any time to brace herself he pulled abruptly on the waistband so that the fabric of her bikini was forced off her ass cheeks. He heard her exhale with pain but she already knew better than to complain and he looked over her practically bare ass with hungry eyes. He looked at the pale flesh and smiled as he prepared to turn it red.

He rubbed his hand gently down one of her ass cheeks and noticed it twitch in response. He thought it best to tease her for a moment and he floated his hand above her naked ass for a few seconds before raising his arm high into the air. Jessica felt the movement of his body and tensed her ass in anticipation of the blow but it never came. She felt nervous by his apparent ability to sense her reactions to his movements and almost unconsciously her buttocks began to tense and relax with anticipation of the first blow.

Eventually Simon made the first strike and landed a stinging blow across her left buttock just as it had relaxed.

Jessica felt nothing for a couple of seconds before the stinging set in, in her eagerness to block out the pain she forgot to count off the stroke.

"One!" said Simon angrily, counting for her. "You better start counting or I really will get angry."

"One," returned Jessica, fully aware that it was too late.

"I don't think so," said Simon, laughing, "that was a freebie; we'll start on one in a moment."

This time he left little time for her to anticipate the blow and he threw his hand down onto her right buttock.

"One," counted Jessica through clenched teeth.

Simon remained quiet and looked upon his handiwork with a smile; each of her buttocks had a near perfect image of his hand imprinted in red upon her pale skin. He felt an odd sense of pride swell over him as he thought of his father and his strictness and disciplinarian nature and he wondered how proud he would have been to see that aspect of his character passed on to his son.

Over the next few minutes he unleashed a hail of slaps against his mother's backside, gradually turning it from a milky-white to a bright scarlet. With each slap his mother counted off until eventually, at twenty-four he decided that she had had enough and that it was probably time to stop.

While his mind had been focused upon the punishment he had failed to notice that his efforts had caused him to become aroused but now that he had stopped he could feel the hardness of his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. He wondered if his mother had been able to feel it pressing against her stomach or not, for a moment he panicked but then regained control of himself, he knew that it was important that he kept control at all times from now on in order to set an example to his wayward mother who, to his delight, had remained motionless since he stopped his ministrations. 

"I think that I'll stop there for now," he said, wondering what kind of reaction he would get from his mother.

"Thank you," she replied.

Simon was a little confused, he didn't know if his mother was thanking him for the spanking or for the fact that he had now finished, either was he was struck by how timid her voice seemed.

He moved his hand back towards his mother's ass and held it just above the surface of her reddened skin, reveling in the sensation that it gave him feeling the warmth that radiated from her body. As he inspected his handiwork he came to another realization, this one perhaps more shocking than the last, his mother had a visible patch of moisture on her bikini bottoms, clearly she had become as aroused as he had by the experience.

His had moved almost instinctively towards her womanhood and he pressed a finger against the fabric, pressing the moisture onto his own hand. He brought his hand up towards his face and sniffed at the fluid, leaving him without a doubt in his mind that his mother had become aroused by the experience.

"It looks like you enjoyed that," he said mockingly, as he wiped the liquid onto his mother's beaten ass.

She didn't reply, perhaps out of shame, perhaps out of shock. Simon moved his hand back down to the wet fabric and rubbed slightly against her opening, eliciting a shiver from him mother, but no vocal response came. He soon became completely caught up in the moment and he rubbed harder at the fabric eliciting a more labored response from his mother as she began to breathe heavily and occasionally moaned with anticipation as he rubbed against her aching hole.

With a skillful movement of his wrist he pulled the bikini down to her knees exposing her reddened womanhood to his watchful gaze and releasing the scent of arousal into the air.

"No," she murmured, become semi-conscious of her surroundings, "you can't."

Simon pressed against her now bare pussy and rubbed slowly and rhythmically, ignoring his mother's earlier protestations, "do you really want me to stop?" he asked, rubbing with increased intensity.

"I..." she tried to speak but she could not make her thoughts intelligible, "please..."

"Please stop?" he asked, "or please keep going?" as he spoke he pressed a single finger into her pussy and began to slide it back and forth with ease.

"Please..." repeated Jessica, still unable to speak properly.

He slid another finger into her warm, wet hole and began to move his digits back and forth with increased vigour.

Jessica was unable to respond to this new invasion and in many ways felt relieved, now that she couldn't speak she felt as though she had been released from the guilt of what she was allowing to take place, for a couple of incredible minutes she rode upon a wave of pleasure without a car in the world for who was causing it.

Simon could feel his mother becoming more intensely aroused and he decided that he wanted to elicit another response from her. Still pumping his fingers back and forth he brushed his thumb across her puckered anus and ran it in circles across the purple opening.

"Oh god," moaned Jessica, her voice so strained that the words blurred into one elongated syllable.

"You're close aren't you?" asked Simon, his experience with women sufficient to allow him to make this easy call.

"Y-Yes," replied Jessica through heavy breaths.

Simon slowed down his ministrations and skilfully timed his actions to keep his mother floating on the edge of orgasm without allowing her to achieve one just yet.

"Please," she begged, "don't... stop."

Simon had hoped for this response, his cock was becoming harder by the minute and he realized that he ought to get a little relief too. "What will you do?" he asked.

"What?" replied Jessica.

"What will you do for me in return?" he asked, rewording his question.

"Anything," came Jessica's reply, her voice sounding tense and desperate.

"Don't say it if you don't mean it," returned Simon, his hand still slowly agitating his mothers aching pussy.

"I mean it," she replied, "I'll do... anything you want."

As soon as she spoke Simon halted his ministrations and removed his fingers from his mother's pussy before wiping the moisture onto her burning ass. "Stand up," he ordered, his tone displaying his impatience.

Jessica immediately jumped to her feet, her bikini bottoms bunched heavily around her knees and her bare pussy clearly reddened and in need of attention.

"Take them off," ordered Simon, indicating the only two items of clothing that she was wearing.

Again she immediately obeyed his command quickly pulling off both items of clothing and allowing them to fall in a bunch at her feet. Simon saw, for the first time, the impressive sight of his mother's naked breasts and marveled that such a beautiful creature seemed to be under his direct control. He was eager to put her to the test and so continued immediately with his orders, "lean over the arm," he said, indicating the arm of the couch.

She followed his order without hesitation and leaned her body over the arm of the chair, her legs spread widely and her ass pointing towards the ceiling. 




Taking Control



Simon picked up the discarded bra from off the floor and moved around to the side of the couch behind his mother and promptly used it to tie her wrists tightly behind her back meaning that she would have to use her feet as her only means of support.

He would have liked to have a little more self control but seeing his mother displayed in such a fashion was far too enticing to be ignored and he promptly removed his clothes and stood naked behind her. "You may cum when you're ready," he said, "do you understand."

"Yes," replied Jessica, "Thank you."

Without any further ado he pressed the tip of his cock against her burning pussy allowing it to become coated in her moisture. She was so wet that he knew he could probably just thrust straight in and go pump hell-for-leather inside her until she came, the thought was too much to hold back and without giving any consideration for how easily her pussy could take it he thrust his cock deep into her womanhood and fucked her as hard and as fast as he could.

He gripped her red ass with his hands and felt the intense heat that radiated from her skin, his cock enjoyed the warm moisture of her velvety opening as he thrust back and forth with abandon. He could hear his mother's breath becoming more and more labored and each thrust of his hips seemed to elicit a tiny moan of appreciation, moments later he noticed her fingers clench up into a fist and she let out a scream as wave after wave of orgasm rocked her body and sent her blood coursing passionately through her veins.

To see such a reaction was enough encouragement for Simon and he withdrew from his mother and pulled her onto her knees on the floor before him. Without giving her time to assess her situation he grabbed the back of her head and forced it gently down onto his cock allowing her to choose her own pace as she rocked her head back and forth upon his length.

Soon enough he felt his own orgasm approaching and he braced himself for what was to come. Seconds later his body tensed and his cock spasmed as it shot jets of hot cum into his mother's eager mouth. Without him having to tell her t do so she made sure that not a single drop escaped her lips and she sucked upon his length until his orgasm had subsided before allowing his cock to slip from her lips and allowing herself a moment to swallow her son's hot seed.

With the deed done Simon collapsed onto the couch and, to his surprise, his mother rested her head on his thigh and watched his cock as its hardness subsided. Simon had hoped that he would be able to control his mother; he had never imagined that his control would be so complete.

II

It took a while for both of them to recover but eventually they moved from their positions of post-coital relaxation and sat beside each other on the couch. Simon removed the bikini top which had restrained his mothers hands behind her back and watched her as she rubbed blood back into her hands, her ample breasts swaying exotically as she did.

With the reckless abandon of the moment now subsided Simon felt a little exposed and reached across to his boxers which he pulled back on to his body before returning to the couch. He had expected to see his mother attempt to achieve a similar level of decency but to her things seemed different, rather than feel exposed she felt proud, she had remembered the first time her husband, Simon's father, had dominated her and the same feeling of intense pleasure and security had filled her when her son had taken on the strength of his father and done the same. Her submissive tendencies which had been dormant for two years had come back full-force and she hoped that no matter how unconventional the exchange had been that it would be followed up by more repeat performances.

"You know," she said, speaking cautiously, "your father would have been proud of the way you took control... You were right earlier, he would have been ashamed of my behavior and you did what needed to be done, thank you." She leant across and kissed his cheek, eliciting a slight response from him.

"I suppose you've known for a long time that you want to be controlled," he returned, his tone a little bit grave.

"Since I was about your age," returned Jessica, "your father liked to control, that's why we made such a good couple."

"I hadn't realized that I would get such a thrill from taking matters into my own hands," said Simon, "I didn't intend for things to go so far."

"I know you didn't, but I'm glad that they did," replied Jessica, hoping that her son was not expressing doubts now that he had given her what she wanted so badly.

He turned to look at her, her face wore an expression of complete and utter love and devotion, "me too," he agreed, "I know that it's wrong that I should want to continue such a relationship, especially with my mother, but I don't really care."

"There's nothing wrong with dominating somebody who needs to be dominated," Jessica reassured him, "and you don't need to worry about it being with me, I can't get pregnant and neither of us will go and tell anyone so we should enjoy it."

"You're right," agreed Simon, "I enjoyed it too much to give it up anyway."

"Me too," replied Jessica.

Simon turned to his mother, "Helen won't be back for another week so we've got seven whole days of fun ahead of us."

"I'll look forward to it... Sir."

"What was that?" asked Simon.

"I called you 'Sir,' it seemed appropriate now that you're in control."

"I like it," agreed Simon, with a smile, "if there are anymore titles then feel free to try them as time goes by."

"Yes, master," returned Jessica, eager to please.

"Now," said Simon, decisively, "I have a few rules for you so listen up. Firstly, you are to wear nothing but matching bra and panties unless told otherwise, you can wear shoes when you feel it is appropriate but apart from that you are to wear just underwear, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," she replied.

"Secondly, you are to still continue doing household chores when they need doing, on occasions you may have to ask your leave of me in order to do them, but otherwise you can do them as you see fit. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Next, you are to submit to any action that I ask you to perform without question, delays or dissent will result in punishment and on occasion I will punish for no better reason than I feel like it, understood?"

"Yes sir."

"The last rule, for now at least, is that you are never to cum without my permission, this is a rule for which I will require your total honesty, if you ever have n orgasm without my presence I expect to be told as soon as possible so that I can give you your punishment, is that understood?"

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

"I think though, before we continue I'll need to ask you a few questions about what things that you are prepared to do, what you aren't prepared to do, things that you like to be forced to do, you pain tolerance, all that kind of stuff."

"Fire away, sir."

"Actually, I suppose that I've basically asked the question already, you may as well just let me know the answer straight away, I'll ask more questions as they come to me."

"Well," replied Jessica, "There's not really anything that I'm not prepared to do, when I am being dominated I will submit to almost anything although I don't want to do anything that might cause a permanent mark or scar and I don't want to be put into any kind of danger, although I think I can trust my own son to keep me safe. So really, I'm prepared to do anything that you can think of making me do."

"Good," said Simon, pleased by his mother's response, "what about pain tolerance?"

"I like to test myself, it'll be up to you to see how far you can push me but I think that my tolerance is quite high."

"I suspected as much, you like pain don't you?"

"Very much so, it's something I both dread and adore."

"Very good, I think for now I'll let you have a safe word in case it gets too much, I don't want you to feel as though you can't use it, it's imperative that you say when you can't take anymore, okay?"

"An excellent idea, master."

"Your safe word will be 'rhubarb'," 

"Thank you sir."

Simon stood up and pondered what he would do next, he had basically just been given a green light to use and abuse his mother in whatever way he saw fit and he was eager to make the most of this opportunity. He paced up and down the room pondering what to do while his still naked mother remained seated on the couch looking up at him with a look that expressed not just the love of a mother to a son but also of a submissive to her master.

"Sir," she said, careful not to come across as pushy.

"Yes," replied Simon, sounding a little annoyed but hoping to convey his willingness to listen, in reality he realized that he was the inexperienced party and that his mother would have to guide him along, but the less she knew this, the better.

"Forgive me for interrupting your thought process sir, but I feel I must inform you that I have, in my room a rather large collection of toys that you may like to inspect."

"Really?" he asked, initially shocked by the revelation but soon realizing that it made quite a lot of sense.

"Yes sir."

"Good, you go up and arrange them on the floor at the end of your bed and then lie down on top of the bed, I shall be up shortly."

"Thank you sir," said Jessica, as she jumped to her feet.

"Give yourself a quick wash first," he added, "there's no rush."

"Yes sir," she said, before disappearing back into the hall, her bare feet slapping loudly against the wood floor.



Taking Control



The cool air hardened her nipples and sent a shiver down her spine as she delicately removed her dress shirt. She arched her back and reached behind her to remove her lace bra. She sighed and gently massaged her breasts, grateful to be free of a bra for the rest of the evening. Her breasts were quite large, and wearing a bra could be painful at times.

She unzipped her black skirt pulling it down her tanned legs. She was already excited about her plans tonight, even though she still had two hours to wait. She pulled off her thong and set it on top of the rest of her neatly folded clothes. 

Examining herself in the mirror, she was impressed with herself tonight. Not always the most confident, she sometimes had problems feeling sexy, but tonight her tan skin looked inviting, her curvy hips were just the right size and her large breasts looked perky and delicious. She was eager to be touched.

She thought of last night and traced her fingertips down her body and to her hairless mound. She let out a soft moan as she thought of the way he had taken her. The way he couldn't even wait for her to get undressed, he had pushed the top half of her body over the kitchen counter, pulled her skirt up roughly, tore her black panties and shoved his thick cock inside her, pawing at her melons through her blouse. They both loved it when he did that. She squirmed and clenched her eyes shut at the pain of his trespass, but the pain was part of the pleasure. She loved feeling the weight of his body on top of her, her breasts mashed against the cold surface of the counter. She loved hearing his moans as he slid in and out of her tight cunt. 

Jayden was now weak at the knees, as her fingers rubbed her clitoris while she thought about their typical sexcapades. She loved being used by him, being his whore, but tonight things would go differently.

Jayden reluctantly stopped rubbing her clit and went into the small bathroom to clean up. She was already sopping wet, and didn't want to be a slippery mess when he got home. She then slid the silk dress, carefully selected for this evening, over her nude body.

The ankle-length dress was a shimmering forest green. The combination of the dress's color and her long curly red hair made her look like a medieval princess, who had lost her crown. The gown had a long slit running up both sides of the dress exposing most of her thighs. The fabric was gathered at her breasts, cutting across them right above her nipples. The soft fabric teased her skin when she moved. She knew she would be on fire by the time her boyfriend arrived home. 

Jayden had to literally sit on her hands while she waited for him, so she wouldn't give into the temptation and ferociously fuck herself to climax. She heard the elevator sound in the hallway, and rose to be waiting by the front door. Another shiver, this one of anticipation, shook through her spine. She hid her smile as the front door opened.

She could tell by the look on his face she had surprised him. As his eyes looked her up and down, she didn't give him time to react. Instead, she quickly pressed her body against his, forcing him backwards against the closed front door.

She clasped his hands in hers and lifted both of their arms above their heads, against the door. 

He was too shocked at her boldness to assume his traditional dominant role, and she took advantage. She kissed up his neck, licking along his jaw line. She nibbled his earlobe, and whispered in his ear, "Tonight, I'm in charge."

She touched his lips with her tongue, but refused to kiss him. She let go of his hands, and ran her hands underneath his T-shirt. Her nails lightly scratched his chest. She squeezed his nipples while she licked and sucked on his neck. She could feel his cock harden in his pants.

His moaned her name and giggled as she brought her hands to his sides to tickle him a bit. He tried to kiss her, longing for their tongues to touch, but she pulled away, not allowing him to take the lead. She pulled his shirt up, forcing him to raise his arms to let her remove it completely. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. His cock jutted out from his body, tenting his boxers. She carefully removed, them as well, without touching his cock. She could see precum already forming at the tip. She bent down and delicately licked the droplet off. His hands moved to the back of her head. He wanted more than just the one lick, but she stoop up quickly, rubbing her body against his so he could feel the softness of the silk. 

She led him to the couch, and knelt in front of him on the ground. She ran her nails over his thighs, and then her tongue, avoiding this cock completely. She then, slowly, gently, lifted his cock to his stomach and licked his scrotum, before running her tongue up the underside of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, before moving upwards to suck his nipples. 

First her mouth encircled his right nipple, with her right hand squeezing the other. Then she switched. As she kissed up his chest, she rose to straddle him, her breasts falling out of her dress, her hard nipples rubbing against his bare chest. She moaned his name into his ear, grabbed his thick cock and rubbed it up and down her sopping slit. She was teasing both him and herself now. Her body shook with anticipation. Her breasts heaved as she panted. How she wanted him.

She hovered above him, his cock pointed toward her entrance. He raised his hips in an effort to get inside her, but she, again, refused to let him take the lead.

"Just one more thing, Love," she whispered into his ear. "I haven't been taking my birth control."

As she uttered the last word, she sank down on him, his cock impaling her completely in one swift moment. She groaned as she rose up and just as quickly sat back down for the second time. That's all it took. He grabbed her hips and kept her upon him.

He groaned her name as he erupted inside of her, his seed flooding her womb. She came when he did, her pussy spasming around his cock, milking it for every last bit of sperm. 

They clutched onto each other as they both recovered, panting and sweaty. He gently laid her on the couch, and lied down behind her, cupping her breasts with his large hands. He kissed her sweetly behind her earlobe, and they both drifted into a post-orgasm, blissfully satisfied sleep.



Taking Control



That night Cody and I were sitting upstairs on the bed. I had just gotten done modeling a new pair of thongs that I had gotten and was sitting in them and nothing else. I could see Cody getting harder as he stared at my mostly naked body. He pretended not to notice but as he talked his eyes wandered over me. 

I attempted to play along and act like I could not see the bulge sticking out in the front of his jeans. He had just come back from a day in the garage and was wearing a pair of oil stained jeans and raggedy black sneakers. 

"Baby," I said putting my best flirtatious voice forward. "Why don't you relax. We can lie down together and watch a movie or something. All you have to do is take off those jeans and those shoes."

"And you promise to stay like that?" Cody asked already taking the initiative to kick off his shoes and unbutton his pants. His boxers were sticking up and through the flap I could see the perfect pink head of his cock. Cody stood up and stepped from his jeans before kicking them across the floor. His boxers remained on as he climbed over me and placed himself with his back to the wall on the inside. 

We were still playing coy about the fact that he was sporting a rather full and bulging erection. I got on my hands and knees to crawl over and plop myself down beside him on the bed. I pulled my laptop as close to us as it could get where we would both be able to see the screen. 

With my back to Cody I pressed my body as tightly to his to where I could feel the hard member trying to make its way around the small fabric that separated my sex from his cock. I could also feel his hips beginning to move slightly as he slyly placed his arm across my chest and cupped my breast with his hand. I looked back at him with a smile and he was quick to pull his hand away. 

"Sorry you probably just want to watch the movie and aren't looking to be fondled." Cody scooted his body back as far as it could go before hitting the wall. I was now dripping wet and needed him, any part of him inside of me. I pressed my body to his a second time and this time reached back to feel his throbbing dick through the thin boxers. It didn't take much for the full shaft to be out of the flap and it was at this point Cody decided to remove the boxers completely. "Is this what you wanted?" Cody asked me throwing the boxers over the computer and off the bed."

"Well now that you're going bottomless it's only fair that I do as well." I smiled. I knew Cody could tell at this point that I had deliberately seduced him and was far from protesting it. I slipped off the pair of leopard print thongs with the black lace waist band and pushed them to the side of the bed. 

Cody began slowly kissing my neck and feeling down the sides of my body, running his hand across my stomach and down until finally he had found my hard clit to play with and tease. I moaned lightly then threw my arm up and placed it behind his head to tease his hair. I could feel the pressure getting harder as Cody rubbed the sensitive area and again his hips began to move. He jumped up from his spot and climbed on top of me making sure his cock was on my pussy but not in it... yet. I looked up into his soft blue green eyes that were now fiery and wild with passion. 

Cody kissed down the front of my body and as he neared my waist he began tracing his tongue along the pelvis. He was now face to face with pussy and the more he teased me with his tongue the more my body pleaded for him to stick it in me. I was never one to verbally say how badly I needed him but my cunt was getting wetter by the minute and no words were necessary. 

"Is this what you like?" Cody asked in a soft sensual voice. He kissed the inside of my thigh and I grabbed his hair lightly but dominantly. 

"Get your fucking mouth on my clit and get your fucking fingers inside my pussy right now." I released his hair and felt as he immediately went to fulfilling my command. I couldn't believe how good it felt. His long thick fingers deep inside me while his tongue danced over my clit every now and again a light bite to it would send a wave of excitement coursing through me. I had to pull him away and sat up. 

"Why'd you make me stop?" Cody asked his eyes begging for more. I said nothing before getting out of the bed and going to the bag which once held my thongs. I pulled out another bag and walked it over to the bed. Cody was quick to try and nose his way in to see what I had.

The first thing I pulled from the bag was a black satin blindfold. I could see Cody's eyes widen a bit but a smile crept across his face. "And who would that be for?" 

Again I said nothing and slipped it over his head. With his being blindfolded I was able to take the rest of the stuff out. I had three ties that I had gotten at a Mens department store sale. They were a satin like material that I figured would be perfect for securing Cody to the bed without the risk of rope burn. As I took Cody's wrist and tied one end to it I could see the smile already to form. He laid back as submissive as possible and let me tether his arm over his head to the metal bars of the bed frame. I then moved down to tie his two feet up with the remaining ties. 

"You forgot one." Cody said waving his one free arm in the air. 

"Well I need you to use that one." I said in a nice sly tone. "Now you're gonna lay there and let me do what I please. You will do what ever I tell you to and use your hand for whatever I tell you to do you got it?" I saw Cody's dick twitch with the sound of just how assertive I was being. Cody had always wanted me to take control and now I had it. I started slowly by kissing and biting at his neck and running my hand over the soft chest hair. 

Cody let out a satisfactory moan followed by an "Oh baby." 

"Did I say you could speak." I said harshly. 

"No." Cody was quick to shut his mouth before coming back with, "I mean no, master."

I was amazed how he had just taken the words out of my mouth. I smiled then continued on my pursuit down his body. I kissed his chest then worked my way over to his nipples where I began nipping at them playfully. I watched as Cody wriggled his body around knowing he couldn't do anything. And as much as I could tell he wanted to do something, anything his hand stayed planted firmly to the bed. I continued my work on his nipples while I reached my hand down even further and began rubbing the head of his cock. He was moaning and attempting to twist around in his restraint. 

"Just relax." I whispered softly in his ear before licking and nibbling his earlobe. This had always driven him crazy. I kissed down the full length of his body, even taking time to kiss his thighs and pelvis before placing the head of his cock in my mouth. I sucked it for a while and ran my hand up his chest. As I brought it back down I placed my nails to his flesh and added just enough pressure to leave four red streaks on his chest. I pulled my head up as I watched Cody wildly convulsing his body. "Did you like that?"

"God yes master." Cody screamed out. 

"Good now I need you to do something."

"Anything you want master." 

"Take your one free hand and stick it my pussy while I give you head." 

Cody blindly felt around until he came to my ass which was now facing him. He slid his fingers down and found the dripping wet slit which marked the spot. He gave me now warning before thrusting his fingers deep into me. I in return stuck his dick as far as it would go in my mouth. I decided that the pace and depth of his fingers in my pussy would be in direct proportion to my mouth on his cock. As Cody slowed down I slowed down my speed and as he began to get more forceful I went even harder on his cock. I reached my hand down to cup and massage his balls and he started ramming his fingers inside me thrusting them in and out as fast and hard as possible before pulling out. I couldn't take it any longer and the minute his fingers were pulled out of me a stream of cum squirted out of me landing across his chest. I pulled myself away and turned to face Cody. 

"Well well well. " I smiled as I ripped the blindfold off of him. "Look at the mess you just made. 

Cody smiled rather pleased with himself. "Did I do good master?" 

"You did..." I had to stop and think. I couldn't over praise him for that was not the way it worked. I knew he knew the answer but I responded with, "You did alright. You could have done better. That could have happened five minutes ago if you tried harder."

"I'm sorry master. I will try harder next time." 

"You bet your ass you will. Now to make up for it." I stood up on the bed and walked over to straddle my legs over his neck. Cody was staring up at me. I lowered myself to my knees and placed my pussy directly in his face. "With your tongue I want you to clean me off and I want you to make me cum again." 

"As you wish master." Cody said. He started licking my clit as he had been doing before and ran his tongue down to caress my slit. I moved up to allow his tongue more access. His slipped it in and started wiggling it around. While I tried not to scream and give away how much I really enjoyed it I reached down and grabbed his still cum soaked hand. I placed it on my ass and he started groping and massaging the cheek. I decided this would be the time I would let him have the free range of what to do with his hand. I could feel him getting more forceful in his grip and suddenly without even realizing it he had slipped his finger directly in my ass hole. 

I let out an involuntary moan and he pushed his fingers in as deep as he could get them. I let his tongue and finger work their magic for just a little bit longer before pulling away. My pussy was dripping with cum and my ass had gotten excited enough to open and was ready for something bigger to go inside of it.

"Okay my little fucking play toy," I started. Immediately I could see Cody's eyes go wide with the use of the terminology. "I'm going to untie your other hand and when I do I want you to sit up and stick your cock in my ass. While your doing that I want your fingers on my clit while I ram a dildo in and out of my pussy. And your cock is going to stay in my ass until you cum do you got it?"

"Yes master."

"Good." I got up from the bed and walked to my dresser drawer where I kept a six inch dildo and a bottle of lubricant. Cody kept looking back between me and his cock which had gotten even more excited with the idea. I brought the dildo and lube over to the bed and untied Cody's hand as I promised. His feet remained bound for I couldn't risk him attempting doggy style and dominating me. I poured some lubricant into my hand and massaged it onto Cody's cock. He could feel the warming sensation of the lube as I rubbed it on. He helped me down and his dick slipped directly into my asshole. 

As I bounced up and down on the cock, Cody did his part and rubbed my clit. I had the dildo sticking in my pussy and every time I would speed up on Cody's dick I pounded myself harder with the toy. I could feel Cody starting to tense up and with one quick motion I pulled the dildo out of myself and fell into a full sit on Cody's now blowing cock. I could feel the pulsations and as they neared an end I stood up and let his half hard cock slip from my ass. 

After some quick cleaning up we got redressed and lied together in bed again. 

"How about we watch that movie now?" I suggested.

"Whatever you say...master." Cody responded with a smile.