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  “Is that what you were hoping for too?” I asked him, seeing how he would react if he was forced to speak directly to me instead of chiming in when I wasn’t paying attention.

  He shrugged, suddenly not so talkative now that he was the center of the action. His face had turned a light shade of pink.

  “Well, is it or isn’t it?” I said.

  He took a deep breath and nodded.

  “How do you ask?”

  “Please?” he said, obviously not sure what I wanted.

  What I wanted was to start exerting my dominance over him, but also to see if he had any backbone whatsoever. In short, I was trying to get a general feel for him. Because even though I’d already decided to fuck his brains out, I wanted to at least have an idea of what I had to work with.

  “Ask me to take you back to my place,” I said. Our eyes were locked together, focused solely on one another. It was as if the rest of the group—the rest of the world, in fact—didn’t exist. And in a very real sense, at least for Nick, it didn’t.

  “Please take me back to your place,” Nick said.

  “I’d love to,” I said with a smile. I walked over to him, grabbed his hand and started to lead him back to the boardwalk, just me and him, neither of us looking back.

  #

  A couple minutes later we were standing in my living room. After chatting a bit on the way over he’d turned suddenly quiet once we’d entered my house, as if the situation had suddenly gotten a lot more real.

  “You’re not sure about this, are you,” I said. I wasn’t offended, just amused. I was used to this sort of thing.

  After all, the mass media had narrowed the definition of what a desirable woman was. These days, most men fantasized about a woman with a refined, if not quite shy, demeanor. Someone that was easy to dominate, both mentally and physically. Not a little fireball with a boisterous attitude, unafraid to speak her mind and force the issue. The vast majority of the time men just didn’t know how to react to me.

  Nick shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s just . . .”

  “Don’t worry,” I said. “I get it. You’re used to being the one in control, the one calling all the shots.”

  I stepped closer to him. We were now less than a foot apart. He towered over me, but that didn’t matter. It rarely did.

  “Lots of men are intimidated by me,” I said.

  “It’s not that,” he replied.

  “Then what’s the problem?” I asked, taking another step towards him. Our bodies were as close as possible without actually touching but he didn’t back away. So far so good. He might actually be worth a shit.

  “There isn’t one,” Nick said, looking down at my tits. They were barely contained by my bikini top.

  “Good,” I said, my hand running down his chest and settling on his cock, which was pressing forcefully against his shorts. “Then stop your moping let’s get down to business.”

  I gave his cock a squeeze and flashed him a wicked little grin. He leaned in to kiss me and opened my mouth to accept his tongue. We made out, his hands making their way down to my chest to cop a feel for a few seconds before I broke off our kiss and took his hand and led him over to the couch.

  Once we arrived, I turned Nick around and gave him a little push on the chest, sitting him down.

  “Just sit back and relax,” I said.

  I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it to the floor. Flicking my hair to one side, I unclipped my bikini top and let it fall to the ground, freeing up my tits. I grabbed one and started playing with it, rubbing it and pinching my nipple, getting it warmed up. Once it was hard I switched over to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

  Nick was staring at me at intently, his mouth turned up in a little smile. Apparently he liked what he saw. No surprise there.

  I placed my hands on the outside of my tits and squeezed them together. “Do you like these?” I asked.

  Nick nodded.

  “You want to suck on them, don’t you?”

  He nodded again.

  “Yeah, I bet you do,” I said, laughing under my breath.

  I stepped forward and straddled him, one leg on each side of his body, and leaned forward so my tits were in his face. Then I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it forward, pressing his face into my chest.

  I squeezed my tits together, smashing his head between them and pulling his face further against my flesh, smothering him. I held him there for a full 5 seconds before releasing him.

  After giving Nick a moment to catch his breath, I did it again. This time I added to the sensation by sliding back and forth on his crotch, riding him. I could feel his cock growing harder beneath me, pushing more forcefully against his shorts.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I asked after letting him go. “You like it when I smother you with my tits.”

  He nodded yet again.

  “Not very talkative, are you?” I said in a playful voice.

  “Not really,” he said.

  “That’s okay,” I said. “I didn’t bring you back here for your conversation.”

  I grabbed the back of his head and again pulled his face against my chest. This time I held them there for a good 10 seconds before he tried to pull away. But I didn’t release him.

  “I didn’t say you could come out,” I said, squeezing more aggressively. Leaning forward, I put my mouth next to his ear. “Just relax,” I whispered. “You’re a big boy. You can take it.”

  He stopped struggling almost immediately.

  “That’s better,” I said. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you up before you pass out.”

  I could feel his hot breath against my skin as he struggled for air but still I held him tight. He wasn’t in any danger.

  When I finally let him free, his face was red from exertion but he was smiling and in his eyes were overflowing with excitement.

  Seeing how much he enjoyed getting dominated by me turned me on too. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and explored around for a little bit while grinding on his cock. His hands came up to my tits and started to fondle them but I grabbed his wrists and forced them back down to his side.

  Staring directly at him, I said, “Not yet. If you want my tits you have to suck on them.”

  “Then bring them up here,” Nick said.

  So I did, leaning forward until my hard nipple brushed against his mouth. He took my breast between his lips and started to suck on it greedily, flicking the nipple with his tongue, lightly biting on it with his teeth.

  “That’s a good boy,” I said. “Suck on those fucking titties.”

  After a while I pulled my nipple out of his mouth and turned to offer him the other one.

  Nick gave it the same treatment, going after it with verve. Once that nipple was feeling as stimulated as the other I grabbed ahold of his hair and yanked back on his head, popping my nipple from his mouth.

  With my eyes locked firmly on his, I ran one of my hands down his chest towards his crotch and rubbed it over his cock. It was harder than ever. It felt like it was going to push a hole through his shorts. It seemed like it was pretty good sized. I was curious to see exactly how big it actually was.

  “Pretty excited, are we?” I said.

  “You could say that,” he said.

  “Do you want me to help you take care of it?” I asked.

  “Yes please,” he said.

  Smiling, I slid my body down his until I was on the floor. With my head between his legs, I pulled his shorts off , freeing his cock from it’s cotton prison. Nick pulled off his own shirt, leaving him completely naked.

  It was a very nice cock—right about 7 inches long, circumcised, and not too thick. It was sticking straight up, straining as though reaching for the ceiling.

  “Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”

  I stuck out my tongue and gave it a lick, starting at the bottom of his shaft near his balls and working my way up towards the tip, moving slowly, maintaining eye contact the
entire time. Once I reached the top, I went back down and followed the same path again, taking it even slower this time.

  I could feel Nick shuddering beneath me, desperate for more interaction, but I was having too much fun messing with him to give it to him quite yet.

  I grabbed the base of his cock and wrapped my hand around it. Still staring up at him, I worked my tongue around the tip for a little bit before finally taking the head in my mouth.

  Nick let out a low groan as I started to suck on the head while jerking him off, my mouth and hand working together. I gradually took him further and further down as my head bobbed faster and faster on his cock. I was starting to get into it now, excited more by the control I had over him than anything else.

  I slowed things down for a minute, mixing it up and sucking on his balls for a little bit before returning to blow him proper. This time I worked him with only my mouth, taking him almost all the way down every time, my hair flying everywhere as my head bounced up and down.

  Nick grabbed a handful of my hair and held it to the side, keeping it out of my way. For this I rewarded him, attacking his cock with more energy before taking it all the way down my throat, my bottom lip pressed against his ballsack and my nose touching his stomach.

  I deepthroated him with ease, holding his cock for a good 8 seconds before finally pulling off.

  “My god,” Nick said as I took a moment to catch my breath.

  “I take it you liked that,” I asked, smiling the length of his body up at him.

  “Hell yes,” he said. “That was fucking amazing.”

  “Just wait,” I said. “There’s still more to come.”

  I gathered up the excess saliva in my mouth and spit it on his cock and worked it all over with my hand. Then I sat a little bit higher up until my tits were at the same level as his cock.

  Leaning in, I slid his cock between my tits then squeezed them together, wrapping them around his cock.

  “Holy shit,” Nick moaned as I started to bounce.

  Men just love getting titty-fucked. I’m not exactly sure why but it’s fine with me, I don’t mind it one bit. Especially because it’s me controlling all the action.

  “You like that?” I asked him, bouncing on his cock, the tip of it popping out to touch the bottom of my chin at the end of every stroke. “You like it when I fuck your cock with my titties?”

  Nick nodded.

  I took a moment to spit on his cock again before squeezing my tits even tighter around it. Then I started bouncing again, more aggressively this time, my tits smacking forcefully against his inner thigh. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was pretty close to cumming, so I released his cock and backed away.

  “Oh no you don’t,” I said. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  I stood up and turned around so my ass was facing him. Then I bent over at the waist, keeping my legs perfectly straight, and wiggled out of my bottoms, sliding them off slowly, revealing my tight, tiny little ass one inch at a time.

  Once my entire ass was free, I stepped out of my bikini, leaving me completely naked, just like him.

  With my ass still facing him, I dropped down to my hands and knees. Then I reached around with my right hand and started rubbing my pussy. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw that he had his cock in his hand and was jerking himself off. “Do you like my pussy?” I asked.

  He nodded.

  “Do you want to fuck it?” I asked.

  He nodded again.

  “And what are you waiting for?” I slapped my ass. “Come on over here and get it.”

  Smiling, Nick climbed up off the couch and made his way over towards me. He dropped to his knees and scooted up towards me. I put my head down in preparation for his cock entering me but he surprised me by giving me his tongue instead.

  “Oh my,” I said as he licked my pussy, starting at the bottom and making his way up. “That was unexpected,” I said aloud, even though I was talking to myself.

  As usual he didn’t reply, instead choosing to use his mouth lick and suck and tongue my pussy, varying the speed and the pressure, eating me out like an expert. He had obviously done this before.

  “That’s a good boy,” I said. “Eat that fucking pussy.”

  I reached back and grabbed ahold of Nick’s head and pulled him closer in towards me, smashing his face against my pussy.

  He didn’t take offense, in fact he seemed to enjoy it, as he started going after me with even more intensity.

  “Holy shit yes,” I said, my voice rising in pitch. “Oh my God that feels so fucking good.”

  I released his head, giving him a chance to breathe. He did so in a couple of deep gulping breaths, then dove right back in.

  After he ate me out for what seemed like an hour, I said, “Enough,” and crawled away from him. Turning back to look at him, still on my hands and knees, I told him I needed his cock inside me.

  Nick obliged, spreading my legs apart and moving forward until his body was between them. I gasped as he slid his rock-hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. It went in without resistance.

  With his hands around my waist, he slammed his cock into me, not even bothering to take it slow, pounding me so hard and fast that I could feel his balls slapping up against the underside of my pussy.

  “Holy shit yes,” I said. “That’s what I’m talking about. Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Nick put his hands on my shoulders and pulled back on them as he moved forward, so our bodies were going in opposite directions when they met, allowing his cock to go deeper inside of me.

  After a full two minutes of him hammering me, Nick slowed down, not pulling his cock out of my pussy, but not moving against me either.

  “I don’t think so,” I said, turning back to look at him as I slammed my ass back into him hard enough to almost cause him to fall backwards. “You don’t get to take any breaks unless I say so.”

  I bounced my ass back against him again and this time he held his ground. I could see from the look on his face that he was enjoying things, so I continued bouncing back against him, doing all the work.

  Eventually he took control again, grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading my ass before pounding away, his hips slamming into me with more force than before.

  “That’s it,” she said. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there. Give it to me good. Fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”

  My talking seemed to turn him on even more, as he started going after me with even more fervor. He reached up and pulled my hair, yanking my head back and arching my spine, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God,” I screamed, my face turned up to the ceiling from the tension he was putting on my body. There were very few things I enjoyed more than having my hair pulled while I was getting fucked. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  A few seconds later, my body tensed up and then released as my orgasm came flowing through. But Nick didn’t slow down one bit, still hammering away at me while my body bucked and thrashed in ecstasy.

  I could tell he was trying to finish himself off, but I wasn’t ready for him to be done quite yet. So I leaned forward, letting his cock slide out of my pussy, then spun around before he had a chance to try and stick it back in again.

  He was just sitting there on his knees, catching his breath. His cock was sticking straight out and glistening with my cum. Smiling, I grabbed ahold of his shaft and ran my tongue over it, staring him right in the eyes as I did so.

  “I love the taste of my pussy juices,” I said. “Especially when I’m licking them off your cock.”

  He shivered in pleasure as I took his cock in my mouth, sucking my cum off it, my hand holding the skin of his shaft tight while my head bounced back and forth, taking him balls deep with every pass.

  I blew him until he was on the verge of cumming—chest heaving, breath fast, face was screwed up in a mask of effort—before suddenly pulling my mouth off h
is cock and climbing to my feet.

  He groaned in disappointment and had a wounded look on his face.

  “Not yet,” I said, flashing him an evil little grin. He’d had his fun, now it was time to reassert my dominance over him. “You’ll cum when I want you to. Not a moment sooner. Now down on the floor. Back to the carpet. Eyes to the ceiling.”

  Despite his disappointment in not being able to cum yet, he did as he was told without hesitation. He was putty in the palm of my hand. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost, but not quite. After all, this was exactly what he’d signed up for, even if he hadn’t quite known the specifics at the time.

  I grabbed a pillow off the couch and tossed it down to him. “Put this underneath your head,” I told him.

  Once he’d done that, I walked forward, one leg on each side of his body, until my feet were alongside his head. Staring down at Nick, I rubbed my pussy, getting it nice and wet. “Has anyone ever sat on your face before?”

  He shook his head.

  “Well, lucky me,” I said. “I get to pop your cherry.”

  I put my knees on the floor and straddled his face, dropping my dripping wet snatch right onto his mouth.

  “Get in there,” I said, grinding my pussy on top of him. “Don’t be afraid. There’s nothing in there that’s going to hurt you.”

  It took him a little while, but eventually he got comfortable and started going after my pussy with some vigor instead of just lying there. For the most part I took it easy on him, only giving him my full weight for a couple seconds at a time before lifting back up and giving him a chance to breathe. It was his first time, after all. I didn’t want to scar him for life. But I did want to make sure he still knew who was in charge.

  I looked down and noticed that his eyes were closed. That just wouldn’t do.

  “Open your eyes,” I told him. “Look at me while I’m sitting on your face.”

  Nick did as he was told, just as he’d been doing all afternoon. But it still gave me a little extra shiver of pleasure. It never got old having a man jump to my demands.

  “That’s a good boy,” I said. “Now stick your tongue out and hold it there while I ride your face.”

  I leaned forward and put my hands on the floor and started moving quickly forward and back, running his tongue up and down my pussy, forcing it deeper inside me with every pass.