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  Teri knows the look and the sounds coming out of his mouth.

  “Not yet,” she growls at him.

  “But . . . you said . . . I could cum . . . when I was ready,” Ryan manages to squeak out.

  “I lied,” Teri says.

  Ryan puts on a wounded expression.

  “Don’t you dare fucking cum until I do, understand?”

  Ryan nods but it doesn’t hold any conviction.

  “I mean it,” Teri hisses, still hammering down on him all the while. “You’d better not cum until after I’m done with you or you’re going to pay the price. Got it?”

  This time Ryan’s head nod is a little more convincing.

  “Good,” she says, her tone lightening. “Don’t worry, it won’t be long now. I just need to do one more thing, and I’ll be done in no time.”

  And with that, Teri releases one of Ryan’s arms and runs her now-free hand under his chin and grabs him around the neck.

  “There we go,” she says, her excitement immediately kicking up a notch at his expression of surprise at her latest move. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about.”

  Dominating one of her underlings always gets Teri off like crazy and today is no exception. She’s quickly rising towards another orgasm. She just needs to take things one step further and she’ll be there.

  She releases Ryan’s wrist with her other hand and rears back and smacks him in the cheek with it. His shocked expression exhilarates her.

  She smacks him again.

  “Take it, you little bitch,” Teri says, slapping Ryan with one hand while choking him with the other. His face is two different shades of red, a lighter one from the lack of oxygen and a darker one from the force of flesh smacking flesh. “Take whatever I give you.”

  And Ryan does, taking it without complaint as Teri works him over, bringing herself right to the edge of orgasm while doing so.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Teri growls as a massive orgasm begins to wash over her. She stops bouncing on Ryan and is now just pushing her hips down on his cock, driving it as deep as it’ll go inside of her. She stops smacking him too, instead wrapping both hands around his neck and squeezing tightly as she cums.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams as the wave washes over her, sending juices squirting out of her pussy and causing her body to tense up. She holds onto Ryan’s neck until the orgasm passes, then finally lets it go.

  Air rushes into Ryan’s lungs and his face starts to regain its color.

  “Wow, that was fucking incredible,” Teri says, smiling down at him. “Are you okay?”

  Ryan nods. His lips are even turned up in a little smile.

  “Wait a minute, did you actually enjoy getting beat up like that?” Teri says, her grin growing wider.

  “Yeah,” he says. “I think I did.”

  “Interesting,” Teri says, drawing the word out as she files that little factoid away for later.

  Most of the young men she takes advantage of can’t stand relinquishing control. It’s rare to find one that does.

  “So are you ready to cum yet?” she asks.

  Ryan nods emphatically.

  “Then let’s see what I can do to help,” Teri says.

  She leans forward and lovingly caresses Ryan’s face and sticks her tongue into his mouth. With his cock still in her warm, wet pussy, they make out, while Teri starts slowing working her body up and down on Ryan’s cock.

  After getting him back to where he was before she started taking control, Teri breaks off the kiss and leans back until she’s sitting straight up again. Then she works her pussy forward and back, shifting the angle of Ryan’s cock. As he quickly rises towards an orgasm of his own, switches it up again and starts moving in a circular manner, staring down at him the entire time.

  “Do you like that?” she says. “Do you like how I work your cock with my pussy?”

  Ryan nods.

  “Do you want me to work it faster?”

  He nods again.

  Smiling, Teri starts bouncing up and down on his cock, not quite as aggressively as before but still with some intensity. She reaches back and spreads her asscheeks, allowing her to engulf Ryan’s cock more fully.

  It isn’t long before Ryan is ready to cum. His face is again screwed up in concentration and he even utters “shit, shit, shit,” again, just like before.

  “Are you ready to cum?” Teri asks, still bouncing on his cock.

  Ryan nods his head.

  “Yeah?” Teri asks.

  He nods more emphatically.

  Teri bounces on his cock a couple more times then climbs off just as Ryan starts to cum. Holding his cock against her stomach, she jerks him to completion, sending his sperm shooting straight up onto her chest, some of it even getting under her chin.

  As Ryan’s cum drips down her chest, Teri squeezes every last drop from his cock before finally releasing her hold on it.

  “Not bad,” she says, smiling at him. “Not bad at all, my friend. It looks like you have a bright future in this company, Ryan.”

  “Thanks,” he says, smiling sheepishly.

  Teri stands up, then holds out her hand and helps Ryan to his feet. “Now put your clothes back on and get back to work,” she says, turning and walking towards the bathroom at the far end of the room. “And do me a favor and tell Scott Thompson I need to see him in my office in thirty minutes.”

  As she enters the bathroom, Teri catches a glimpse of Ryan’s shocked and slightly hurt face in the mirror. She laughs softly and closes the door.

  “These poor young men, thinking they’re the special,” she says to herself in the mirror. “One day they’ll learn they’re just nothing more than a cock and two balls.” She grabs a washcloth and gets it wet and starts rinsing off her chest. It’s time to get cleaned up. She’s only got thirty more minutes until she gets to order another junior executive around.

  Yep, Teri loves her job.

  #####

  THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT TAKES CHARGE

  MISTY ROSE

  As I’ve explained before, I’m a dirty little slut. I make no bones about it, I don’t apologize for it, and I’m certainly not embarrassed by it. I thoroughly enjoy fucking and strive to do it every chance I get, every way I can get it, and with as many men as possible. End of story.

  But that doesn’t mean that I’m always walking around wearing a ton of makeup with teased up hair and skimpy clothes and fuck-me pumps, swinging my ass around so everyone can see.

  Quite the opposite, in fact. I generally wear very little makeup, have a simple haircut, and am usually dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. Something that shows plenty of skin, but in a non-obvious way. No piercings, no tattoos, nothing that would betray my little secret.

  Chances are if you passed me on the street or saw me in a grocery store, you’d have no idea that I had a serious nasty streak. You’d just see a cute, innocent-looking young woman with dark hair standing a shade over five feet tall and right around one hundred pounds, carrying herself like she’s a little on the shy side, someone you’d have to coax into bed slowly, a girl you’d want to take home to your parents.

  I’m the very definition of cute, and most people are under the illusion that cute automatically equates to innocent.

  There’s nothing I enjoy more than shattering that illusion.

  #####

  Tonight I’m on my way to see a guy named Ryan. He’s a friend of a friend, someone that I’ve partied with a couple times over the past year or so. He’s a couple years younger than me and pretty cute, but nobody that I’d taken any particular interest in. Mostly because he hadn’t really showed any interest in me.

  But apparently that wasn’t the case at all. A few nights ago, Kelly (she’s our mutual friend) and I were on our way back home from a bar when she asked me if I’d noticed Ryan. I told her I was aware of him, but that was about it. Then she broke out the news.

  “He totally digs you,” Kelly said.

  “Oh yeah?”
I replied. “He sure hasn’t shown it. He barely even looks at me and he’s never said anything more than hi.”

  “He’s just a little shy, that’s all,” Kelly said. “Not real good with the ladies. You know, one of those sad little boys who was told what to do by their domineering mom their whole life?”

  “Is that right?” I said, my mind working. I’d been looking for a new boy for my rotation, someone who liked to be pushed around. And ones with mommy issues were prime targets.

  Kelly nodded. “He asked me to see if you were interested, and if you were, to give him a call.”

  So I did. And we set up a date. Dinner and a couple drinks. Or so Ryan thought.

  He was in for the surprise of his life.

  #####

  It’s the night of our date. I’m on the couch watching television when my doorbell rings. I turn off the TV, climb to my feet and go to answer it. I’m wearing a simple black dress and heels. Something that will be easy to get out.

  I look through the peephole and see Ryan standing out there, looking nervous.

  I open the door.

  “Hey there,” I say.

  “Hi,” he replies. He’s wearing black pants and a black shirt and looking better than I remember. Dark hair, brown eyes, sharp cheekbones, cute smile. A shade under six feet tall, maybe a hundred and eighty-five pounds. Not bad at all.

  “Do you want to come in for a drink before we go?” I ask.

  “I’d love to.”

  I stand aside and let him in. He walks in and stops just inside the door, taking measure of my place. I close the door behind him and immediately drop to my knees.

  He turns around and is startled to see me looking up at him, my big eyes like a puppy’s, my hands already reaching for his waist.

  “Whoa, wait a minute,” he says, but I ignore him and starting undoing his belt.

  Ryan tries to back away but I stay right with him, shuffling on my knees as he moves backwards, my hands still clinging to his waistband. Eventually he backs up all the way to the wall.

  “Nowhere to run to now,” I say, smiling like a demon up at him.

  He just stares at me, his eyes wide, his breath catching in his throat.

  “What’s the matter,” I say, smiling wider now. I loves messing with men, flipping their expectations, keeping them on edge. It gets me off. “This is what you wanted, right? This is where you were hoping the night would end up?”

  He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and nods his head.

  “Then stop fighting it,” I say, going back to work on his belt. “We’re just dropping all the pretense and going straight to the main course.” I finish undoing his belt then unbutton his fly and drop his zipper.

  Ryan’s pants fall to the ground. His raging boner is sticking out of the little slit in his boxers. His cock isn’t huge but that’s all right. Size only matters to a certain extent. Of course bigger is better (up to a certain point, at least) but as long as it’s within the bell curve it’s not that big of a deal. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to be using it all much tonight. I’m going to be utilizing other parts of his body to do most of the work on the first part of our evening.

  “You have a beautiful cock,” I say, looking up at him as I run my fingers along it. All men love to hear that. It feeds their ego. “Do you mind if I suck on it?”

  I take his cock in my mouth without waiting for an answer. I mean, it’s not like he’s going to say no.

  I work it for a little while, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, getting myself warmed up, then start sucking it more aggressively, taking it halfway down my throat, bobbing on it with urgency, my eyes locked on his, maintaining eye contact as I take his cock deeper and deeper and deeper until the whole thing is in my mouth, tickling my throat, filling me up, making it difficult to breathe.

  I hold his cock in my throat for as long as I can before pulling off. My mouth is filled with saliva and I spit it on his cock then start jerking him off some more.

  “You like that?” I say, staring up at him while working his cock with my hand. “You like it when I take your cock all the way down my throat? Choking and gagging on it?”

  He nods.

  “It makes you want to cum all over my face, doesn’t it?” I say, getting off on the discomfort he feels when I talk dirty to him. It’s written all over his face. He likes it but doesn’t know how to react to it. It’s obvious this wasn’t what he was expecting tonight. In fact, from his deer-in-headlights look, I’m certain he’s never had a girl do anything like this before. Which just fuels me further.

  I drop down onto the back of my legs and slide in closer to him. Then I go to work on his balls, licking his sack, taking one of his testicles in my mouth, sucking on it for a moment, gargling it, then doing the same thing to the other one, all the while still jerking him off.

  “What about that?” I say. “You like that too?”

  “Yes,” he manages to croak out. It’s the first time he’s talked since his pants have come off.

  It makes me giggle to see how much he’s fighting his instincts. And ups my efforts even more, of course.

  I grab ahold of his sack right above his balls and squeeze, capturing his testicles in a tight pocket. Then I take both of his balls in my mouth and suck hard.

  He makes a soft sound and his legs buckle just a little bit. Exactly what I was going for. I can feel him tensing up so I pop his balls out of my mouth before it’s too late.

  “I’ve got more where that came from,” I say. “But first you have to do some things for me. Okay?”

  He nods, his eyes wide. He’s totally mine, like a puppet on a string. I can’t help but smile. Men are so easy to manipulate. Just suck their cocks for a couple minutes and promise some more later and they’ll do whatever you want without the slightest hesitation.

  I grab him by the cock and lead him over to the living room. Once we’re there I grab a throw pillow from the couch and drop it on the floor.

  “Lay down on your back with your head on the pillow,” I say.

  He does as he’s told. Without hesitation, of course.

  I stand over him, one leg on each side of his body, standing directly over his hard cock and slide my dress off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties and heels.

  “What do you think?” I ask.

  “I think you’re perfect,” he replies.

  “Good answer,” I say with a smile as I unhook my bra and let it drop to the ground. I take a couple steps forward until I’m standing directly above his face. I start rubbing my pussy through my panties while looking down the length of my body at him.

  “Do you want to see my pretty little pussy?” I ask.

  He nods.

  I slip out of my panties and stick two fingers in my pussy. They slide in easily; I’m already soaking wet; it doesn’t take much. I work my pussy with my fingers while looking down at Ryan. It excites me to watch him as he watches me play with myself.

  After I’ve got my fingers nice and wet I pull them out of my pussy. “Do you want to taste it?” I ask.

  He nods again.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  “Please let me taste your pussy,” he says.

  “That’s better.” I bend down and stick my fingers in his mouth. “Suck my juices off my fingers. One at a time.”

  Ryan does exactly as he is told. He’s a good little submissive, just as I knew he’d be. Momma’s boys always are.

  “That’s a good boy,” I say. “Lick them clean.”

  He does.

  “Do you want me to sit on your face?” I say after he’s done with my fingers.

  “Yes please,” he says.

  Smiling, I squat over him, one foot on the carpet on each side of his head. My pussy is hovering a couple of inches above his mouth but I don’t yet drop it onto him. I want to play with him some more. Taunt him. Tease him.

  “Is this what you want?” I ask. “For me to sit on your face so you can lick my pussy
?”

  He nods vigorously. His breath is coming quickly now and his excitement is obvious.

  I’m getting off too; Fucking is great, but dominating a guy, controlling the entire situation? Now that is incredible.

  He reaches up and grabs my hips to pull me down onto him but I slap his arms away.

  “Hands off,” I say. “This is my gig. I control the action. You don’t do anything unless I tell you to. Understand?”

  He nods. His eyes are hungry with need.

  Still squatting above him, I stick my fingers in my pussy, working it until my juices are dripping down onto his face. Once I’m good and wet I grab a handful of his hair and lift his head until his mouth is pressing up against my pussy.

  “Lick it,” I say

  He does as he’s told.

  I let him work on my pussy for a few seconds before dropping his head back to the pillow. Then I go back to work on myself, rubbing my clit, working myself up. I knows he’s pining away for me to sit on his face by now but I’ve got some business to take care of first.

  I continue rubbing my clit until I’m right at the point of orgasm. It doesn’t take long; it never does with me. But right before I cum I drop down onto my knees so my pussy is on top of his face. Still rubbing away at my clit, I grind my pussy into his mouth and start riding his tongue.

  The pleasure is immense and immediate. I’m right at the point of cumming but I don’t slow down one bit; in fact, I get more aggressive, leaning forward and riding his face more intensely. His rigid tongue is sliding up and down on my pussy and his nose is pressing against my clit. A few seconds of that and then I’m cumming, my body spasming and a low, intense groan escaping from my throat.

  Needing a little break, I lean back so I can watch Ryan’s eyes as he works my pussy with his tongue. His face is red and intense. He’s taking his job seriously. And he’s enjoying this. So I go back to work, dropping my pussy back onto his face and grinding away.

  But he’s a bit too gentle for my tastes. I like to ride the edge of pain and pleasure, and he’s too much of a sub to get aggressive with me. So I have to take matters into my own hands. Literally. So I take one breast in each hand and pinch my nipples while he works on my snatch.