Women In Control (4 page)

“
Okay,” he said quickly,
wanting to get it over with. His cock felt like it was going to
burst through his skin. “I understand.”

“
Slowly,” she said, drawing
the word out.

Alex dropped his gaze for a moment. With his
cock still inside her, he took a deep breath to gather himself,
then looked back up at her gorgeous face. “Okay,” he said, far more
calmly this time. “I understand.”

“
Then prove it,” she
said.

He leaned in and starting kissing her. While
moving his lower half very slowly inside her, Alex explored her
mouth with his tongue.

As she returned his kiss Alex found himself
moving slightly more quickly, still taking his time as much as
possible, but unable to completely contain his excitement.

“
That’s it,” she said,
pulling her mouth off of his. They were face-to-face, their noses
practically touching. “There you go. Right there, baby. Right
there.”

Her encouragement didn’t help him stay calm.
In fact it got him more excited, causing him to move faster against
her. Which he was starting to think was her purpose all along, as
the more quickly he moved against her the more she talked, which
just got him going even faster, to which she replied by talking
even more. She had to know what she was doing to him.

“
Give it to me,” she said,
her voice louder now, more intense, pushing him further and faster
with every word. “Fuck me with the big cock of yours. That’s right.
Like you mean it. Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Alex was giving it to her with everything he
had now, his cock slamming into her pussy with every bit of force
he could muster.

“
God-dammit!” she screamed,
losing herself for the first time. “That feels so fucking good!
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum, don’t stop, don’t stop,
don’t fucking stop!”

He couldn’t stop, not now. It felt too damn
good to even think about slowing down, let alone stopping. And her
being so into it just turned him on even further. Right about now
Alex was a speeding train that had lost all its brakes. There was
only one thing that could end his ride. The end of the line.

They got there at almost exactly the same
time, her body shaking and shimmying beneath him just as he tensed
up in anticipation of finishing up for good. Her gyrations put him
over the edge, causing him to shoot his seed inside her without the
usual extended moment of anticipation before release.

“
Not bad,” she said between
large gulps of air after they’d stopped moving against each other.
“Not bad at all.”

Smiling, Alex climbed off of her and dropped
onto the covers next to her. He was proud of himself. He wasn’t
sure exactly why, but he felt good nonetheless. Far different than
the guilt he usually felt after orgasm.

She turned on her side and looked over at
him. “You did good, kid. Surprisingly good, actually.”

“
Thanks,” he said, feeling
his face growing red. He was never very good at taking
compliments.

“
So what do you say? Should
we try this again tomorrow. Say, around noon?”

“
I can probably do that,”
he said. “But I need to know one thing before I commit to
anything.”

“
Just one?”

“
For now.”

“
Then fire away,” she
said.

“
What’s your
name?”

She looked at him and smiled.
“Francesca.”

Alex nodded approvingly. The name fit her
perfectly. “Pleased to meet you, Francesca. I’m Alex.”

“
I know,” Francesca
said.

“
You do?”

“
Of course,” she said. “Do
you think I’d just bring home a stranger to fuck?”

“
Well, I . . .” Alex
stammered.

“
I’ve had my eye on you for
a while, Alex T. Foxx. Quite a while, indeed. Of course, if I would
have known how big that hand cannon you keep beneath your pants
was, I would have manufactured our little collision quite a bit
sooner.”

He tilted his head and eyed her carefully.
“You planned this whole thing out?”

“
More or less,” she said.
“This morning was supposed to be the first of many accidental
occurrences that would have inevitably led to the same situation
that played out here today, but lucky for me things turned out
differently than I had planned, so I sped up the process a
bit.”

“
How’d you know I go along
with it?”

“
Please,” she said with a
smirk. “What young man wouldn’t take the opportunity I was
affording him? Anyone you know?”

He had to admit, she had him there. “No, I
guess not,” he said with a little chuckle.

“
Of course they wouldn’t,”
Francesca said. “Just as none would pass up the chance to continue
the affair.”

“
You’re that confident I’ll
keep on coming over, huh?”

“
Absolutely,” she said.
“Especially once you’ve had a night to think about where we’re
going to go from here.”

“
You mean it gets
better?”

“
Well it sure as hell isn’t
going to get worse. Not with what I’ve got planned.”

“
And what is that,
exactly?”

“
You’ll just have to come
back to find out,” Francesca said. “But let’s just say that today
was just the tip of the iceberg. I’ve got a thousand little tricks
I can teach you, if you’ll just give me the chance.”

“
Like what?” he asked.
“Just give me one example.”

Smiling, she leaned over and starting
whispering in his ear. Just a couple sentences, but they were
enough to make his cock stir around, even though they hadn’t been
done for more than minute.

He laughed and shook his head. “Who in their
right mind would pass up something like that?”

“
Who indeed?” Francesca
said.

“
Certainly not me,” Alex
said.

“
So I’ll see you again
tomorrow?”

“
Do we have to wait that
long?” he said, half-jokingly.

“
Unfortunately I already
have plans for the rest of the day,” she said. “Otherwise we could
hang out and screw around until night fell. But as it is, I’m
already running late, so I’m going to have to call an end to day
one of your education.”

“
That’s too
bad.”

“
Not necessarily,”
Francesca said. “You can actually make it work to your advantage if
you go home and do a little homework tonight.”

“
What kind of
homework?”

“
Just a bit of
studying.”

“
What?”

“
Positions. Things you’d
like to do to me. Things you’d like me to do to you. Tomorrow we’re
going to see how you react when you have control.”

Alex’s face started to flush.

“
But first you need to
figure out how to get over your embarrassment,” she said. “Because
I’m certainly not going to start mincing my words. If anything, I’m
going to get more blatant, more bold as we go along. And I expect
you to also. Do you think you can handle that?”

“
I can sure
try.”

“
That’s not good enough,”
Francesca said. “You need to figure it out. And right quick.
Otherwise you might end up paying the price.”

“
And what price is
that?”

“
You don’t want to know,”
she said, flashing him an evil smile. “Of course, after you
experience it, you might like it. After all, like I said earlier,
it truly is impossible to know if you like something until you try
it. And I seem to have a way of making people like it, no matter
how much they think they won’t. I can make pretty much anything
feel good.”

“
I have no doubt about
that,” Alex said.

“
All right, that’s enough
chit-chat,” Francesca said, giving him a little peck on the cheek
before climbing up and out of the bed. “I’ve got to get out of
here. You can show yourself out I presume?”

“
Not a problem.”

“
And I’ll see you
tomorrow?”

“
I wouldn’t miss it for the
world,” Alex said.

“
I knew you wouldn’t,”
Francesca replied, looking over her shoulder and flashing him a
smile as she made her way into the bathroom. “I’ll be expecting you
around noon.”

“
I’ll see you then,” he
said, rolling out of bed himself. He made his way downstairs,
gathered up his clothes, and put them on. With the sound of the
shower filling the house he looked around one last time, laughed
softly, then shook his head and made his way out the back
door.

Alex started jogging back towards his house,
feeling a thousand things at once, and not one of them bad. He had
a big smile on his face. For once he had homework that he was
looking forward to doing. Life was good. And it was about to get
even better. A whole lot better.

He couldn’t wait for day two.

#####

Filthy First
Date

The Adventures of a Dirty Slut: Volume
Two

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.