10 comments/ 39817 views/ 24 favorites Deal with the Red Guy By: Void_Sprite Have any of you had one of those days that changed your life forever? I have. It was a Tuesday, if I remember correctly. It started at high school. Well, actually it didn't, but to get the whole picture I need to start there. It was lunch break, and we were all outside. And there she was. Jennifer Graston. Her hair was shining in the sunlight, a blonde ponytail waving back and forth as she moved her head. She was wearing pink again; she always wore pink, and she had her glasses on, the ones that were small, demure, and adorable. Just like her. And here I was, some guy that didn't exist to her. She wasn't ignoring me or being a bitch, it's just that I hadn't gotten the guts to approach her yet. Or at least, I hadn't until now. That's why I was standing on the other side of the courtyard at school during lunch, staring at her talking with her friends and rubbing my sweating palms on my shirt. I'd hoped to talk to her alone, away from her friends, but that was never going to happen. So it was now or never, and I moved in. I only got about halfway across the courtyard when I tripped over something, and hit the ground hard. It was a harsh bellyflop that left me winded and gasping for breath. As the ringing in my ears faded away I became aware of people laughing, and looking up, I could see them. Everyone was looking at me, laughing. Even Jennifer, the beautiful angel of my dreams, was giggling and covering her mouth with her hand. One person's laughter louder than the rest, and was very close by. I looked up to see Bonnie standing over me, laughing her ass off. "Did you see that?" she screeched to her friends. "I can't believe how easy it is to trip you up. You fall for it every time!" I hate Bonnie. She was the biggest bitch in school, casually cruel and vicious to everyone and anyone. But in particular she seemed to have a grudge against me. I don't know why. I picked myself up and managed to limp off somewhere quiet, but before I could find a place to rest for a bit, the bell rang, and lunch was over. Great. For a moment I contemplated skipping class, hiding behind the gym and just doing nothing for an hour until the next class, but common sense prevailed, and I made my back to the classroom. What did it matter anyway? This was already turning out to be the worst day ever. Boy was I ever wrong. The rest of the day was an unfocused blur of the teachers' voices, staring into space and riding the bus. I was doing my best to just let the time go by as quickly as possible until I got home. When I did I was finally able to relax. I dumped my bag by the door, kicked off my shoes, and made a beeline for my room. "Another tough day at school, Danny?" My dad was in the living room, on the couch. His face was filled with genuine concern, but I didn't want to talk about my day. It was just more of the same anyway, so I told him so. "I'm just going to go to bed, dad." I said. "I just wanna sleep right now." "That's ok kiddo. Sandra and I are going on another date tonight, so Kelly's coming over to make sure you stay out of trouble." He smiled as he said it, and I laughed. He knew that I always stayed out of trouble. "Well enjoy your date, dad." I said as I went upstairs. It was just me and my dad at home, ever since my mom died in a car accident when I was five years old. Ever since then my dad had gone into survival mode. He'd sold the house for a smaller, cheaper one. He'd starting working longer hours to earn the extra income to make sure that we had enough money for, well, everything. It was only recently that Sandra had come along to remind him of what he'd been missing in that time, and hadn't even dared to think about. Intimacy with a woman. I was happy for my dad at finally moving forward and thinking of himself for a change, instead of thinking of work and taking care of me. However, him being out with Sandra meant that he needed a babysitter, and that meant Kelly. It's not that I minded Kelly. In fact I liked her, she was nice, friendly, and pretty cool to have babysit. There were two things that bothered me about her though. First was that I was sixteen, and in my opinion a little too old to need a babysitter. It's not like I'm a baby, right? Second, Kelly was kinda hot, in an average girl next door kind of way. Not that this was a bad thing, per se, but it was just that I couldn't do anything about it. I had no idea how to go about getting her into bed, and I was afraid that if I tried she'd get upset, and never come back. That would also mean my dad would have to find someone else, and I didn't want to cause him another headache because I was being an idiot. Instead I just fantasized about her in the privacy of my thoughts. And in my bed, in the shower, and even in the bath when the mood takes me. I made it to my room, locked the door, and stripped down to my boxers before climbing into bed. I had a couple hours before Kelly would show up and make dinner, so I knew that I could afford to get some sleep beforehand. I lay on my back, closed my eyes, and tried to sleep but it just wouldn't come. I found myself thinking of Kelly again, and as I did, my cock was starting to swell. I rubbed the growing hardness through my boxers as I thought about her. She was a few years older than me, and was a curvy woman. She wasn't fat, just. . . cuddly, a little bit of extra padding, as I like to call it. She had wide hips, with an ample ass to follow. Sometimes all it took for me to get an erection was for her to turn her back on me, and her ass would just fill my vision. Perhaps I had a thing for big asses, or perhaps it was just Kelly, I couldn't tell. Either way, her ass was awesome, and I enjoyed picturing it presented before me as she would get down on all fours, begging me to take her. My dick was truly hard now, and I slipped my hand under the waistband to take it in my hand. I was quite proud of my own dick. I'd done some research on the subject, and while I found that it may not have been quite as long as the average, it was certainly a thick one. I visualized the swollen head of it poking against Kelly's moist pussy lips as she lay her face down on the carpet with her ass up in the air. I pictured it sliding inside her, all the way, until her ass cheeks were pressing against me. That image alone was enough to fire me up, and I was jacking my hand up and down my cock furiously, just picturing her back sloped in front of me, and her hands squeezing fistfuls of the carpet. "I can see you're busy." I practically screamed as the voice spoke, and I sat bolt upright, pulling my hand out of my shorts so fast I could have pulled my dick right off. I looked up to see someone standing at the foot of the bed, a guy wearing an old fashioned suit with coat tails, it was an eye-smarting shade of red, and he was smiling at me with a knowing smile. I had no idea who he was or what the hell he was doing in my room. Why was he standing there watching me masturbate? "What the fuck are you doing here?!" I yelled, surprised beyond belief. "Who are you?" He didn't seem to be embarrassed or even worried that my dad would hear me yelling. He just smiled again, and casually walked around the bed. "You don't have to worry about me watching you, I wasn't here long, and while I may be a bit of a perv, I have standards." "What the fuck is going on!?" I screamed. I couldn't handle the fact that there was a stranger in my room, watching me get off. I was getting hysterical. I started screaming for my dad. "Just calm the fuck down, would you?" he said. "Your dad can't hear you, no one can, I've taken care of it. I'll answer your questions, but you need to give me a chance alright? Besides, I guarantee that I have something for you that you want." That got my attention, and I settled down a little bit. He seemed satisfied and sat down on the edge of my bed. I pulled my covers up to cover my half naked body, and he just laughed. "Relax. You're not my type. I'm into girls, just like you am I right?" he said, and raised an eyebrow. "Well. . . yea." "Of course you're into girls, how could you not be? They're awesome! They're so soft and warm, and they curve in just the right places to drive men wild." "Point, please." I said. I was still uncomfortable, and him talking about girls like a horny pervert was not helping things. "Right, right. You're probably wondering who I am and whatnot. Well first of all I'm not entirely real." I blinked. "What the hell does that mean?" I asked. He responded by disappearing in a puff of smoke to reappear again, only now he had his legs hooked over my hanging ceiling light, so he was upside down looking at me. "I mean, I don't conform to humanity's definition of 'real', and annoying little things like reality are easy for me to ignore." He vanished again, then snapped back into being in another puff of smoke, sitting on my bed again, looking at me. "You can call me Phil." he said. "Phil?" I said, incredulous. "Should someone like you have a name like, I don't know, 'Vicariax' or 'Rumperdoodle' or something?" He reached out and slapped me across the face, with little or no change in his expression. "Don't make fun." he said. "My name is Phil. You don't like it, then that's your problem, but either way I have something for you." "What is it?" "A gift." I was still suspicious, and now my face hurt, so I wasn't willing to accept gifts. "What kind of gift?" He paused to pull out a cigarette from the inside pocket of his jacket and light it before answering. He blew out a plume of smoke with a small cough, and muttered something like 'damn things'. "Well you see, the thing that kinda, I don't know, defines me, is the rampant lust and sexual desire that young guys get for girls. There's nothing else like it. It's my bread and butter, my beck and call. It's like crack to me, is what I'm saying." "Weird." I said, but he pretended not to notice. "And the most intense lust that exists is from the kind of guys like you." he said, pointing at me. "The lonely types that don't manage to get the girl. The virgins. Guys like you have so much horniness to give to the women in the world, it's actually a shame that most of you don't get a chance to share. That's why, every now and then, I give one of you a gift. This gift will give you a powerful edge over any woman, regardless of who they are, what they want or what they're like." "This sounds just a little too good to be true." "It DOES sound like that, yes. But fortunately for you, I've decided to bestow my gift unto you." "Just like that?" I said. He stood up and waved his cigarette in the air. "You're keen to dismiss this whole thing aren't you?" he demanded. "Here I am, completely selflessly giving you something that, until now, you've only dreamed about, and you're arguing with me? I don't have to do this you know. There are a dozen horny young guys on this street alone that would KILL for the chance to get what I'm giving you. Are you saying I should go to one of them instead?" "Hey! Try to imagine this from my point of view. A stranger, who admits that he's not real, invades my room while I'm having a private moment and says he's going to give me a gift. You tell me how together I should be right now." "Ok you have a point." he said, and sat back down. "So what kind of edge over women are you talking about?" "The kind that ensures that you will never sleep alone again, if you don't want to. This gift of mine, Danny, is a word." "Really? Which word?" "It's not one you know." "I still have no idea what you're talking about." Phil waved his hand in the air dismissively, sending curling streams of smoke from his cigarette. "I get the feeling that the details involved would not make a lot of sense, so let me break it down for you real simply, ok? Imagine that every girl's brain is a computer. And like a computer, it has a password to allow access. Now women are much more complicated than computers, and they don't really have passwords, but it's easier to comprehend if you think of it like that. For someone women, to gain access to them takes more than a word, but maybe, I don't know, three dates first. Or maybe you need to buy them something, like chocolates, or even a car. The point is that there's a barrier up that prevents you from getting direct access until she lets you. But, I can give you a word that is like a back door past that barrier, and into her subconscious. If you say this word to any woman, anywhere, it will temporarily give you full access to her mind, and she will do whatever you want her to, and feel however you want her to." "Wow." I said, excited at the thought of it. "Yea, wow. It takes a little practice at first, like all things. When you, ahem, 'unlock' them, they'll go into an unconscious state where they will accept any commands you give them There are various degrees of control with it, you could make her do something and she would think it was her idea, or you could make her do something but keep her aware that she's not in control." "Why would I do that?" I asked. "It's come up once or twice. Some guys prefer to have. . . how shall I say this? . . . unwilling, but pliant participants." "That doesn't sound so fun." "Mm, you never know. Besides, you can make them forget just as easily, so that after you've had your fun, they don't remember." "So what's the word?" Phil smiled, and leaned closer to whisper in my ear. His breath was very hot on my neck, but his voice was clear as he said a word that I'd never heard before. As I heard it, I felt a massive chill move up my spine, and shifting warmth and cold moving all over my body. Then it was gone, and he moved away. "What was that?" I asked, and he smiled again. "That, Danny, was the word settling in. If other guys use this word it won't work for them, it only works for you." Already my head was filled with all the possibilities that now lay before me. I couldn't wait to get started. "There's just one thing that you need to know." said Phil, and became serious all of a sudden. "You cannot have sex with any woman while she is under your control." "What? You can't be serious!" Phil burst out laughing and slapped me on the back. "Of course I'm not! I'm just kidding. You can do whatever you want, that's the whole point!" "You dick! Why would you scare me like that?" "Because the look on your face was priceless. But seriously, there really is one thing you should know." "What, really? This isn't another 'just kidding'?" "No really. You can use the word to 'unlock' these women, and when you're done you can 'relock' them by using the word again. Any changes you make to their, I don't know, preferences I guess, will be permanent, unless you decide to change them back. But the more times you unlock the same woman, you risk destroying her mind entirely." "What do you mean?" "I mean, you now the power to make any woman your willing slave, but if you use this power on the same woman too often, maybe it could take a dozen times or maybe just three, but eventually she will be unrecoverable, and become not a willing slave, but a puppet. All sense of who she is, her sense of individuality and everything that made her alive would be gone, and she would just be an empty body reacting to its master's commands, with no living mind at all." He stared at me at me, very serious as he said all this, and the room seemed to grow darker as he did. When he was done, the silence stretched between us, and I was unsettled with the image he'd just made for me. "But hey," he said, all smiles again, "like I said, that only happens if you're reckless. If you're smart you only need to do it to a woman once, and give her commands that you can use to have as much fun with her as you want without having to do it again." "I see, I think." "Good." he said, and slapped me across the face again. The second his hand hit, it was like flipping a switch, and the room was a lot darker, and I was lying across my bed, tangled in the covers. I sat up suddenly, looking around for Phil, but he wasn't there, with no sign that he had ever been. I looked at the clock, it was eight in the evening. Apparently I'd fallen asleep for around four hours. Had I been dreaming? Had Phil even been there? My cheek still hurt, so it was possible. I heard the sound of the TV on downstairs. At this time of night it was probably Kelly. Dad would be out with Sandra by now. I fell out of bed, and pulled on some clothes, just a shirt and a pair of sweatpants, and made my way downstairs. As expected, Kelly was on the couch watching TV. She turned around when she heard me coming, and smiled. "Hey there sleepyhead. I was wondering if I was going to see you at all tonight." I laughed and sat down at the opposite end of the couch. At first I tried watching TV as well, but I was very aware of her close proximity, and my gaze kept drifting to her. She was wearing her usual casual attire, this time it was a tracksuit, dark purple with white strips down the side. Her legs were curled up beneath her, and I had a nice side view of her chest rising and falling as she breathed. Her breasts were almost as good as her ass, in my eyes. She almost caught me looking when she turned her head, but I was careful, and switched my gaze back to the TV. "You'll be happy to know that I got some pizza for dinner." she said. Obviously she hadn't noticed my stares. "I got some for you in case you woke up. You'll probably need to heat it up, but it should still be good." "Thanks, I'll get some later." She smiled and turned her attention back to the TV, and I went back to looking at her. Even covered by her tracksuit, looking at her body was turning me on. I was on the verge of pitching a tent in my pants. I adjusted myself so that she wouldn't notice, pulling a pillow onto my lap. Normally I don't stare and get myself so worked up when she's around, but the dream I'd had was still swirling around in my head. Of course it was only a dream, what else could it be? What were the chances that any of it had really happened? I decided that it must have been a dream, and not to bother getting my hopes up. I would have left it at that, but at that moment I smelled something that made me think twice. No one in the house, not dad, Kelly, and certainly not me, smoked at all. But right then I caught the whiff of the faint smell of cigarette smoke in the air. I looked around, but there was no one wearing a red suite watching me. I relaxed, but decided that there was no harm in trying it out. After all, what's the worst that would happen if it didn't work? She'd just get confused and forget about it. "Hey Kelly?" I said, and she looked at me again, smiling politely. I screwed up my courage and took the chance. "Karmina." I saw a change come over her immediately. She was still in the same position on the couch, feet tucked under her, and her head resting on her hand as she leaned on the arm of the couch, but her face suddenly went blank, and she was staring into space. Not willing to believe it, I slowly got up off the couch, expecting her to keep looking at me, but she didn't. She was perfectly still, except for the gentle rise and fall of her chest, staring off in the same direction as though hypnotized. I was ready to jump for joy, and decided to test out whatever was happening. "Kelly?" I asked softly. There was no response. I muted the TV, and said her name again, in case it was interfering, but she still didn't respond. I tried to remember how Phil had described this power to him. A state of unconscious that would accept commands to her subconscious. Commands. Maybe telling her to do something would work. "Stick out your tongue." I told her, and she did without hesitation. I yelled in triumph and punched the air. I even took the time to do a little victory dance. We all do it, don't pretend you haven't. Deal with the Red Guy Once I was done I sat down and looked at her, thinking hard. I tried my best to think through the kind of commands that I could give her. Phil's warning wasn't lost on me; I didn't want to have to put under again and again to correct any mistakes. No, the best way was make sure that I got it right the first time, and to do that I couldn't be very specific. I had to tell her something that would be able to work no matter what the situation was. After ages of wracking my brain over the problem, I finally decided on something that would work pretty well, if not perfectly. "Kelly, from now on, you will unconditionally believe everything I tell you." I said. Still no sign that she'd heard or understood, but I guess there was only one way to find out. I said the word again, and instantly saw her face come back to life, full of expression. She was confused for a second, looking around, and then frowning at the TV. "Did you mute the TV?" she asked. I decided to find out if my commands would work. "You did it, during the commercials." I said casually. She sighed and picked up the remote. "I must have been daydreaming, I forgot to unmute it once they finished." she said, and I was cheering inside. "Kelly, you like me very much, don't you?" I said. I tried my best to work the command into conversation. It seemed to work, because she smiled. "Of course I do. I like you a lot." "In fact I think you like me so much that you want to have sex with me." I saw her breath in suddenly in a small gasp. "You're already turned on, aren't you?" I said, and enjoyed watching her squirm as my commands took hold and did their work on her body. "You're thinking about it right now. You want it so bad that it's driving you crazy." As I watched, barely believing what I was seeing, I saw her lift up one leg, and slide her hand down to her crotch to rub herself through her pants. It was working! I couldn't believe it. Moving the pillow in my lap aside, fully exposing the tent in my pants, I moved closer to her on the couch. Her eyes were immediately drawn to my rigid boner, and I saw her rub herself a little faster. With her legs spread, she was leaning a little away from me against the arm of the couch. I reached between her legs, past her hand and grabbed the elastic waistband of her track pants. She didn't resist at all as I began to pull them down, and in fact lifted her rump off the couch as I did so that I could get them off. I managed to pull her panties off at the same time. The moment that I hooked them around her feet and they were completely off, I looked at what I'd revealed. Her legs, well I'd seen them before, but they were still great to look at, so toned and sensual, especially when they were spread apart with the feet still touching each other. She was back to rubbing her now naked pussy, watching me. Her pussy was shaved, and I was surprised. I didn't know what I expected her pussy to look like, but seeing it completely bald surprised me. Her fingers were shiny with the moist juices that her cunt was producing, and the puffy lips of her pussy looked so enticing, as well as red and luscious. It was the first naked pussy I'd ever seen in person, and I was in love. Without another word I leaned forward, pushed her hand away, and lay between her legs with my face right before that beautiful pussy. It was my first time going down on a woman, so I wanted to savour the moment. I stuck out my tongue and merely tasted the moistness that was covering her lips. It was musky and strange, but intoxicating. At the touch of first contact, Kelly let out a sharp hiss between her teeth, and her hands were in my hair, encouraging me to keep going. I licked again, using more of my tongue, relishing in the feel of it. It was so hot and soft, and I was beginning to like the taste. Using my hands I pushed her lips apart to show the velvet pink interior, the inner lips and exposed clit peeking out at me, and the tight little hole underneath. I couldn't hold myself back anymore, and buried my face in that pussy, licking and sucking and kissing all over the place. I had no clue what I was doing, but Kelly didn't seem to care, she was writhing in pleasure, pushing my head with her hands harder into her crotch. I pulled away long enough to get a finger inside her, and she was so wet that it went in without any resistance. She moaned as I penetrated her, and her head was lolling from side to side on the arm of the couch. As I looked up at her, the crest of her breasts where partially blocking my view of her face. Not that I minded, and I focused on them instead. She saw me looking, and smiled as she pulled down the zipper of the tracksuit top, and pulled it open to reveal the plain shirt she had underneath it. She leaned forward a little so she could remove the top, and then she arched her back and pulled the shirt up and over her head, taking it off as well. She wasn't wearing a bra, and right then I got to see my first boobs. Holy shit. Her boobs were amazing, much better than anything I'd imagined. They were large, but not sagging at all. They were slightly paler than the rest of her skin, which somehow made this more erotic, because she was showing me something that she hardly ever exposed. Besides her pussy of course, but that went without saying, it's her boobs I'm talking about right now. Her nipples were taut little pink nubs that looked like they were begging to be pinched. She took her tits in her hands and rolled them around as I continued licking and slurping her pussy. With my free hand I ran my hands over the softness of one of them, and felt the nipple against my palm. I pinched it, and she smiled at me. I couldn't resist them anymore, and pulled away from her pussy to crawl up to her boobs. My face was covered with her juices, and when I kissed and licked her boobs, I was covering them too. She didn't seem to mind, and in fact was leaning way back to push her boobs into my face. I had my fun kissing, licking and even biting her boobs. I didn't bite very hard, I didn't want to hurt her, but it was fun. After about a minute of that, she pushed me back, so that I was on my back on the couch, and with a wicked grin she pulled my pants off, exposing my fat boner pointing straight up. As she disposed of my pants she stared at it, licking her lips and smiling. "What are you going to do?" I asked. I had a pretty good idea what she was about to do, but I asked anyway. I wanted to hear her say it. "Well, I think it's your turn now." she said huskily. Then she was lying on her belly in front of me, her shins propped against the arm of the sofa that she'd been leaning against a moment before, and her boobs were squashed beneath her. She took my cock in my hand, and the sudden contact of someone touching where no one had ever touched before made me jump. Just the touch of her hand felt amazing, I almost came right then and there. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing's wrong. This is just my first time." I told her. "Wow, really? I guess I'm flattered, I've never taken anyone's cherry before." She opened her mouth and took the glistening wet tip of my dick in her mouth, and wrapped her lips tightly around it. I felt her tongue sliding around on my knob. Now, I'm not proud of what happened next, but in my defence, who hasn't done this their first time? As she was licking the head of my dick in her mouth, the intense sensations were so shockingly intense that I lost control, and I came right then in her mouth. She was surprised, but she didn't pull away, and instead started sucking, as though trying to suck all of my cum through my dick like a straw. "Oh GOD!" I screamed, overwhelmed with my first orgasm with another person. "You love this Kelly. You want to swallow my cum!" Ha, even in the throes of coitus I wanted to make sure that she did the right thing. There are few things hotter to a man than a woman swallowing his sperm, willingly and happily. She believed me, naturally, and gladly took in all I had to give her. I emptied my balls in her mouth, and she swallowed all of it. Once it was over, I was breathless and tired. She pulled away from my dick with a small wet smacking sound, and smiled. "I'm sorry about that." I said, probably mimicking the first words said by most guys after their first time. She laughed, and sat upright, sitting on her feet. "That's alright." she said. "But don't think you're finished. You started something here, and you're going to finish it." "What? What do you mean?" "Well, you got to get off. I want to get off as well." She got off the couch, and started to dance for me on the floor. She was holding her hands up in the air, writhing her hips around like a belly dancer. At one point she turned away from me, bent all the way over, showing me her ass and her wet pussy, and smacked her own ass as she looked at my face. I was dumbstruck by the display. I hadn't told her to do any of this, this was all her, being horny and wanting to have sex with me. HOT! It took less than thirty seconds for me to get my boner back, and when it was fully erect I sat up on the couch, letting my feet touch the floor and leaning back. She saw that her erotic dancing had done its job, and she stepped over to me with a happy smile. She was about to kneel on the couch, straddling me, when I stopped her. "Turn around." I said, heart pounding with excitement. "Why?" she asked, and looked slightly hurt. I hurriedly reassured her that it wasn't about what I didn't want to look at, but what I really wanted to see. "I want to see that ass of yours." I told her. "I've been fantasizing about that ass for a long time, I want to watch it." Of course she believed me, and happily turned around to face away from me. I stared in amazement at that wonderful large ass that she had. She bent over, reached between her legs to grab my cock, guiding it into her pussy as she lowered her hips. I put my hands behind my head and enjoyed the show. Once she'd gotten the head of my cock pressed against her pussy, she let it go and pressed down with her hips. I felt my cock being engulfed by her hot wetness, and it was the single most amazing feeling I'd ever felt, including everything that had happened tonight. She groaned as her cheeks touched my legs and she was sitting on my cock. "What is it?" I asked. I saw her shiver before she answered. "It's so thick." she whispered. "Is that bad?" "Oh hell no. It's fantastic. It's the fattest cock that I've ever had, baby." "Ha! You know just what to say." I said happily, and slapped her ass. She squealed but she started to grind her hips into mine. Using my hands I lifted her ass up off me, and then pushed her back down. She let me guide her, moving at my pace, and she closed her eyes as she was jumping up and down on my cock. I was hypnotized by her cheeks. Every time they landed on me, they would jiggle, and as I put my hands behind my head again, she was moving all by herself and landing heavily on my lap each time she pushed down. She bent over, and she grabbed her ankles as she sped up. Smack smack smack. The sound of her ass hitting my lap was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. I could already feel myself getting closer to another climax. "You're going to cum when I say." I breathed, loud enough for her to hear. "When I tell you to cum, you'll have the best orgasm you've ever had." She didn't respond, she was breathing heavily and grunting, using her legs like pistons to bring her ass up and down again and again. She was moving faster though, and I slapped her ass again, this time on both cheeks with both hands. She yelped, but didn't slow down. "Do you like that?" I asked. "Yes." she groaned. "Yes I like that." I hadn't told her that she liked that, and the fact that it was something that she liked without being commanded was hot. I smacked her ass again, enjoying the sight of her flushed cheeks turning red where I'd been slapping. Suddenly she stopped, and spun around to face me without taking my cock out of her, and she was kneeling on the couch, facing me. My face was suddenly in her boobs, and she was grinding her hips again, with her hands pushing my head into her chest. As she ground her hips into mine, she lifted my head up, lowered hers, and we kissed. Her boobs, jiggling beautifully with the motions of fucking me, were brushing my chest with every down thrust, and my hands found their way to her ass, helping her move it up and down. I slapped her again, and she gasped and bit my lower lip. She arched her back, lifting her head, and putting her boobs in my face again. I bit down hard on one of her nipples, and she moaned some more. "Do you like me biting you?" I asked. "Yes." she breathed, panting as she fucked me. I bit her again, harder, and she pushed my head more firmly to her chest "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." she chanted, and I could tell that she was already getting close. I was closer though, and unable to hold back anymore. "Cum for me." I said to her. "Cum right now." She did. She screamed as my command hit home, and she had the best orgasm she'd ever had. Her pussy was squeezing my cock hard, and it drove me over the edge, and I came for a second time. She was having spasms as her orgasm shook her again and again, and her cunt was milking the cum out of my cock just as well as her mouth had earlier. When it was over we were both breathless, and she collapsed on top of me. I didn't mind, she was soft, and fun to cuddle. We both fell asleep with my dick still inside her. In a puff of smoke, Phil appeared in his home, and started to remove his red jacket. "Where have you been?" asked Nina, standing with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. Frozen in the act of taking his jacket off, Phil looked at her, worried. "I was organizing an orgy with the Italian prime minister." he lied. "It was his idea. You know we've been friends for ages." "You were doing it again." Nina accused. "You've been giving the word away to horny young men!" "Alright fine!" he said, throwing his arms up in the air. "So sue me! It's what I do, you know that." "Yes I know that, but it's not what I'm upset about. You took one of mine, you dick! You knew full well that I had my eye on that boy, and you went down to him and corrupted him." "Pfft, more like saved his life. I can only imagine the boredom you had in store for him. Now he's having the time of his life." Nina took a step closer to him and jabbed him in the chest with a rigid forefinger. "Boredom, huh? I don't recall you calling it that when I used it on you." "You witch!" he said. "So you admit it. You've befuddled me with your feminine whiles." "You didn't complain at the time." she said sweetly, moving closer. "In fact, I remember you were quite smitten even before I resorted to my tricks." She hooked a finger from each hand to the neckline of her dress, and pulled it down to expose more of her cleavage. Phil stared at it. "You're a temptress." he snarled, and reached out to touch what she was showing him. She covered herself back up and pulled away, smiling at him. "Are you sure you're up for it?" she asked coyly. "After all you've spent the whole day encouraging the young people to have sex, I'm not sure you have enough energy for it now." With a growl Phil pounced on Nina, bringing both of them to the floor, Nina laughed as they fell, and the two of them were writhing on the floor as his lips found hers, and they were frantically pulling each other's clothes off. * END for now ;)