Free Women In Control by JT Holland

With my balls in her mouth she lays my
cock on top of her face alongside her nose. She takes my cock in
her hand and strokes it. Lets my balls fall from her mouth.
    She scoots back and smiles up at me, a
mocking, “I own you” smile. She is still on her knees. She is still
stroking my cock.
    My legs are trembling. My breath is ragged.
The pressure is nearly unbearable. If she would just take me in her
mouth I would cum within a matter of seconds and then I could die a
happy man.
    “ Please,” I say.
    “ Please, what?”
    “ Please suck my
cock.”
    She tilts her head, eyes me with menace.
    “ Please suck my cock,
mistress,” I say.
    Her glare softens. She seems to think about
it for a moment. Then, to my dismay, she stands up and says, “Nah,
I don’t think so. You haven’t earned it yet.”
    Her hand is still on my cock and she uses it
to drag me towards the bed. My pants are still down around my
ankles so I have to shuffle madly to keep from falling.
    I start to beg her again but she turns and
slaps me in the face.
    “ Shut up,” she says. “Did I
tell you to speak to me?”
    I shake my head.
    “ That’s right.” She turns
me and pushes me down onto the bed. “So you just take your clothes
off and lie down on your back and get ready to make yourself
useful.”
    “ Yes mistress.”
    I do as I am told, slipping out of my
clothes while she goes over and has another glass of wine. She
ignores me completely, as though I’m not even there, and this just
turns me on even more. Finally I’m naked. I climb onto the bed and
adjust myself so I am lying in the middle. The moment of truth is
almost here. And I can hardly wait.
    She dusts off her glass of wine and slips
out of her dress and turns towards me, allowing me full access to
her body. Fully naked now, I get the see it in all its splendor,
taking it in as a whole. Beautiful face, graceful neck, perfect
tits, thin waist, wide hips, neatly trimmed bush, muscled but not
muscular legs. Even her feet were perfect, right down to her
toenails which are painted bright red.
    She is just standing there, towering over
me, when she starts to play with her pussy. At first just rubbing
it, then sticking one finger in, then two. Sliding in and out, the
wetness building, becoming more and more slippery, occasionally
pulling her fingers out to stick them in her mouth and suck off the
juices before diving back in for more. She stares directly at me
while she plays with herself, as if daring me stand up and take
control. But I don’t fall for the trap. Instead I just start to
play with myself, preparing my cock for what’s to come.
    “ Don’t fucking touch
yourself,” she says. “Just let it sit there.”
    I reluctantly do as I’m told.
    And then she’s moving towards the bed,
towards me. She’s taken to rubbing her clit but her eyes still
haven’t strayed from mine.
    She slaps her pussy a few times then climbs
onto the bed by my feet. She begins to lick her way up my body,
starting with my calves, then my knees, then my thighs. But instead
of stopping at my waist she continues up, licking my belly button,
then my under my ribs, licking, suckling, lightly biting, her hands
exploring my chest as she does so. And then without warning she
bites down on my nipple. I hiss in pain but she just laughs and
continues on, suckling at my neck for a moment, then kissing me
full on the lips, sticking her tongue down my throat with reckless
intensity. But even that only lasts a couple seconds, and then she
is continuing up towards my head and then before I know it she is
sitting on my face, her dripping wet pussy dropping down perfectly
onto my mouth and nose, straddling it, pushing down, smothering me,
forcing me to breathe her in if I’m to take any breath at all.
    And so I do, inhaling her musky odor into my
lungs, holding it, letting it out. She moans in intense pleasure
and grinds harder into my face, bouncing up and down. Her pussy is
gushing, drenching my chin, my nose, my