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Still squatting over him, I say, “You like
it when I sit on your face, don’t you?”

Ryan nods.

I spit on his face.

“
What about that? Do you
like it when I spit on you?”

He nods again, his smile still wide and full
of excitement.

I give him a slap on the cheek. Just a
little one without much force.

“
And that?”

Another nod. His smile has grown even
larger.

I slap him again, harder this time. And
again. And again. The sound fills the room like a gunshot. His
cheek is bright red but still he’s smiling. And breathing more
deeply than ever.

I return his smile. I just can’t help it.
I’m having a grand old time.

“
You really are a nasty
little boy, aren’t you?” I say, wondering how far he’ll let me go
with the abuse. Maybe after dinner I’ll try and find out. But right
now I’m starting to get hungry, so it’s time to finish up round
one.

I take a couple steps back so my pussy is
right above his cock.

“
Now I’m going to ride
you,” I say. “But you’re going to tell me before you cum, right? I
want your load all over my face.”

He nods.

“
That’s a good boy,” I say
as I squat down, grab ahold of his cock and slip it into my
dripping wet pussy. With my hands on his chest for balance, I start
moving my body up and down, slowly and deliberately, taking his
entire cock from tip to balls, my pussy swallowing it with ease, my
juices making things nice and smooth.

He gasps and closes his eyes, his face fixed
in a scowl of concentration. I’m guessing he’s trying desperately
not to cum, but even if he does, it’s not that big of a deal. After
all, I had a feeling this was how the first part of the night was
going to go, which is why I had him do all those things to me
earlier. I wanted to make sure I got off multiple times before we
went to dinner.

In fact, the way I figure it, the sooner he
cums the better. Because then he’ll feel guilty about finishing up
so quickly after he’s stuck his dick in me. Which means that later,
after dinner, I’ll exploit that guilt to push his limits even
further.

So I slip down to my knees so I’m straddling
him and start riding him faster, bouncing up and down on his cock,
my ass slamming down into his balls at the bottom of every
thrust.

I put my hands on his thighs and lean back,
changing the angle of penetration, tilting his cock backwards,
increasing the pressure. I slide my pussy up and down on his cock a
few times then start riding it in a circular motion.

I know he’s right at the point of cumming
but he’s still holding back. He’s got more control than I expected.
So I decide to take advantage of his submissive qualities to help
him get there more quickly.

Still bouncing on his cock, I lean forward
and wrap one hand around his neck, choking him while I fuck
him.

His eyes widen and his smile returns. I can
tell from the way his body is moving against me that he’s getting
close. Time to put him over the edge.

Going back to the well once again, I slap
him across the cheek with my free hand. He starts breathing faster.
I slap him again, still choking him with my other hand and still
bouncing aggressively on his cock.

He has to be close to cumming but still he’s
not giving in. Which is good because riding and choking and
slapping him all at the same time has me right on the verge of
orgasm once again.

And then I’m there.

Grabbing his neck with my other hand too I
choke him while I cum, my body shaking and shivering while I
continue to impale myself on his cock.

Then, as if my orgasm triggered his own, he
says, “Holy shit I’m gonna fucking cum,” like it was a single
word.

I scramble off his cock and down to the
floor, on my knees between his legs. I take his cock in my mouth
and suck him off, tasting my sweet pussy juices as I do so, my lips
working the tip of his cock while my hand works his shaft, the
combination of my juices still on his cock and my saliva allowing
me jerk him off with some serious speed and pressure.

“
Fuckfuckfuck,” he says as
his body tenses up for a moment.

I pull my mouth off his cock but continue
jerking him off as his body releases, sending warm, white milky
liquid shooting everywhere. His load is massive; four full spasms
and a couple of aftershocks. Some of his cum ends up on my face,
some in my hair, some on my tits, some on his stomach and some on
the floor.

Once he’s done I suck on the tip of his
cock, eliciting every last drop from it, then make my way up his
chest.

Trying to get a reaction from him, I lean in
for a kiss, my face still covered with his cum. But he doesn’t even
flinch, lifting his head to take my mouth in his. We make out for a
little while before I break it off.

“
So, shall we get cleaned
up and go get some dinner?” I ask, acting as though this was a
normal prelude to a first date with me. (And to be honest, it
wasn’t all that out of character.)

“
Sounds like a plan,” Ryan
says, not missing a beat. He climbs to his feet and offers his hand
to help me up.

#

It isn’t until we’re all cleaned up and
about ready to leave for the restaurant when he finally broaches
the subject I know he’s been thinking about all night.

“
Sorry about that, by the
way,” he says as he opens the door for me.

“
Sorry about what?” I ask,
playing dumb, even though I know exactly what he’s apologizing
for.

“
Not lasting very long
earlier,” he says. “You caught me off guard. Next time I’ll do
better.”

I smile inwardly. Men are so predictable
it’s almost unfair.

“
I’m sure you will,” I say,
tilted my head up and giving him a little peck on the cheek. “Now
let’s go get to know each other a little bit, what do you
say?”

“
Sounds good.” I close the
door and we head off on our date.

#####

Banging in the New
Year

Holiday Hook-Up: Volume One

It was just after 11PM on December 31st when
Scott Thompson saw Whitney Taylor’s car pull into the parking lot
of the apartment complex they shared. He was on the front porch,
listening to the sounds of The Mars Volta coming from his living
room speakers, a pack of cigarettes on the table in front of him
and an ice bucket with two bottles of Blue Moon by his feet. All
around him were the sounds of partying, as multiple gatherings of
drunken fools used the last day of the calendar year as an excuse
to make as much noise as possible.

He lit a cigarette and sat there smoking as
he watched Whitney’s car pull into a spot near the rear of the lot.
She climbed out, looking even hotter than usual (which was saying
quite a bit) and started towards the entrance to the complex, which
was right next to his patio.

Whitney was all dolled-up, wearing a pair of
high heels and a short green dress that showed off her perfect
body—sculpted arms, large, firm breasts, incredible legs that just
wouldn’t quit and a washboard stomach. He noticed right away that
she was walking with more urgency than usual, as though she was
either in a hurry to get somewhere or pissed off.

As she got closer, he could see that her
hair was a mussed up and her face was fixed in a scowl. She was
pissed off, all right. That was certain. He found himself wondering
what had happened but knew he wouldn’t ask. While they had spoken a
few times in the six months since he’d moved in, it wasn’t like
they had anything even resembling a friendship. A couple of words
in the laundry room, a nod in the hall, that sort of thing. Not
enough to pry into her personal life as she passed by his patio.
Not by a long-shot. Hell, he didn’t know if she even knew his
name.

But, as it turned out,
she
did
know it.
And not only that, but she made the first move, even though he
didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time. It wasn’t much
really, just a glance in his direction as she approached the
entrance to his left. A glance, followed by a longer look, then a
question.

“
You’re Scott,
right?”

He nodded, ignoring the butterflies in his
stomach.

“
I’m Whitney.”

“
Yeah, I know.”

Whitney’s scowl softened into a shy little
smile, as though she was flattered that he knew who she was. “You
got any more of those smokes?” she said.

“
About half a pack,” Scott
replied.

“
You mind if I join you for
a couple?”

“
Not at all,” he said,
trying to play it smooth despite the surprise and excitement
coursing through his system.

“
Cool,” Whitney said,
climbing through the bushes towards his patio. “I could really use
something to help me unwind.”

She made her way through the bushes and sat
in the empty chair on the opposite side of his little patio table.
Scott shook a cigarette out and handed it to her. He flicked his
lighter open, lit her cigarette and then his own. Then he grabbed
the last two beers from the bucket, opened them, and offered her
one.

“
Thanks,” she
said.

“
My pleasure,” Scott
replied.

Whitney took a long pull of her beer and
followed it up with a drag from the cigarette. She leaned her head
back and made a circle with her lips and blew the smoke into the
air. Scott didn’t want to stare at her but found it exceedingly
difficult not to. She was just so damn gorgeous, from her silky
black hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her
full lips and flawless skin. And from the way she held herself, it
was obvious she didn’t mind being stared at; in fact she seemed to
encourage it.

Scott’s dick was getting hard just from
looking at her. “I didn’t know you smoked,” he said, trying to
steer his mind out of the gutter.

“
I don’t,” she said. “Not
often, at least. Only when things are going really bad.”

“
I take it tonight is one
of those nights?”

“
It certainly
is.”

“
Guy trouble?”

“
Something like
that.”

“
You want to talk about
it?”

“
Not
particularly.”

“
Fair enough.”

Whitney took another drag, held it for a
moment, then blew the smoke out. “So why aren’t you out and about
tonight? You know, it being New Year’s Eve and all.”

“
It’s just not my thing,”
Scott said. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a good party as much as the
next guy, but I just don’t get the whole holiday craze. To me,
tonight is just another night. No different than any
other.”

“
Well, that’s a shame,”
Whitney said. “I mean, here I was, all dressed up, looking to have
some fun—” She finished the rest of her beer, set the bottle down
and started to stand up. “But since you’re not interested, I guess
I’ll just go back to my place and get my vibrator out.”

Scott nearly spit his beer all over the
table.

“
Oh, did that get your
attention?” Whitney said, acting all innocent despite the look in
her eyes that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

“
Maybe just a little,”
Scott said, trying to play it cool but failing
miserably.

Whitney’s mouth turned up in a little smirk.
“Yeah, I thought it might. So what do you say?”

“
About what?” Scott
replied, careful to not presume too much. After all, he barely even
knew her.

“
About coming back to my
place,” she said as though it was nothing at all. “I mean, I
know
you
don’t
really care if it’s New Year’s Eve or just another random night,
but I do. And I’d rather spent it with an actual live person
instead of a plastic battery-powered toy.”

Containing his excitement behind a wall of
feigned indifference, Scott said, “Well, I guess if it means that
much to you . . .”

“
It does,” Whitney said.
“So grab your smokes and let’s go.”

#

Five minutes later they were in Whitney’s
kitchen. On the granite counter in front of them was a bottle of
Jack Daniels and a pair of shot glasses.

“
I’d like you to meet my
good buddy Jack,” Whitney said, extending her hand towards the
bottle.

Scott nodded towards it. “Hello there,
Jack.”

“
Have you two met
before?”

“
Once or twice,” Scott
said.

“
Jack’s one of my best
friends,” Whitney said, picking up the bottle. “He’s helped me
through many hard times over the years. Most of my friends are into
heavier stuff, but not me. Not often, at least. I prefer my good
friend Jack. He always treats me right. Unlike most of the men I
know.” She held the bottle up to her face and gave it a kiss.
“Ain’t that right, Jack?”

Scott eyed her wearily,
wondering what he’d gotten himself into. And whether or not it was
too late to get himself out of it. Or if he even wanted to. He’d
been with his share of women over the years, but they’d mostly been
traditional hook-ups; co-workers, friends of a friend, the
occasional drunken one-night stand, that sort of thing. Nothing
like
this
had
never happened to him before, not even close. And while he wasn’t
opposed to it, he certainly didn’t feel real comfortable right
now.