by Dakota Fox
“Why’s that?”
“Because it tends to open things up between people,” Jenna says. “Being on the other side of the equation brings a new appreciation to what the other person is feeling and experiencing, which builds empathy. And the more empathy two people have for each other, the better they’ll communicate, and the better they communicate the more comfortable they’ll be, and the more comfortable they are, the better the sex will be.”
“I take it you’ve experienced this phenomena before?” Frank says.
“Oh, I’ve been through it a few times,” she says.
“I’ll bet you have,” he says with a laugh and a shake of his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”
Jenna raises her eyebrows twice in quick succession. She knows. She definitely knows. A little smile teases her lips. “So what do you say? Are you game?”
Frank takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “You convinced me. Let’s give it a shot.”
She claps her hands and bounces on his lap a couple of times, momentarily slipping out of her role in her excitement. Or maybe it is just all part of the experience. Frank isn’t sure.
“You won’t regret it,” Jenna says. “I promise. Not by the time we’re done.”
Frank narrows his brow in concern.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she says. “There are going to be moments when you’re not so sure, where you’re going to think about tapping out, but just trust me. By the end of the session, you’ll be begging for more. I guarantee it.”
“If you say so.”
“Oh, I do,” Jenna says. “I do. Now, about your little problem down below. Would you like a little help with it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” she asks. Now that their conversation is over her tone takes on a harsher tone, similar to the very beginning of the evening. Just like that, she’s reverted back into dominatrix mode.
Frank looks at her with raised eyebrows and shrugs. “Yes . . . please?”
“Yes, mistress,” she says slowly, enunciating every word as though she’s talking to a five-year old. “You’re supposed to say ‘yes mistress.’”
“Yes, mistress,” he says, sufficiently cowed.
“That’s better,” she says, her tone lightening. “Now I’ll ask you again. Do you want help getting your cock hard?”
“Yes mistress.”
“I bet you do,” Jenna says, leaning her head in towards his. “In fact, I bet you’d like for me to drop on my knees right now and go to work on your cock until it’s hard, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes mistress.”
“You’d probably like for me to lick your balls, to take them in my mouth, suckle them for a bit, then run my tongue up the length of your shaft,” she says, her face now inches from his and holding his eyes. Her voice is a seductive whisper, her gaze intense. “Then I’d take the tip of your cock in my mouth and start sucking away, dropping my head lower and lower on your shaft until I’ve got the whole thing in my mouth, gagging away with your cock all the way down my throat, choking me, making it so I can’t breathe. Is that what you want?”
Frank just nods, her words affecting him so much that there is no possible way he could spit any words out right now.
“Well too bad,” Jenna says, her voice mocking. She quickly pulls her head back and climbs off of him. “Because that’s not in the cards for today.”
Frank feels a stab of disappointment.
“But,” Jenna continues. “The good thing is you’re hard as hell now, and all it took was me talking you through it.”
Frank looks down and sees that his cock is indeed sticking straight up. He laughs softly and shakes his head.
“Now put it back in your pants,” she says.
He opens his mouth to protest.
“Don’t even think about it,” Jenna says, tilting her head as though scolding the dog. “Just do as you’re told.”
“Yes mistress,” Frank says, his voice reflecting his disappointment as he stuffs his cock back into his jeans and zips up the fly.
“Now we can get started for real,” Jenna says. She turns around so her tight, perfect little ass is facing him. It’s hovering directly in front of his cock, no more than a foot away, taunting him.
She turns around and bends over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight. Her leg muscles are taut, her ass tight as hell as she turns her upper body to look at him. With her eyes locked on his, she slaps her ass, her open palm smacking against her skin loud enough to make him wince.
“You like this ass of mine, don’t you?” she says, her voice harsh, demanding.
Frank nods.
“Say it,” she barks at him.
“I like your ass,” he says.
“You can do better than that.”
“I fucking love your ass, mistress.”
“That’s much better,” she says. “Now, I suppose I were to rub this beautiful little ass of mine on your cock, do you think you can keep from cumming?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“You think you can, huh? Well, let’s find out.”
Jenna straightens her body up and backs up towards Frank until she is pressing up against the inside of his legs. She turns her head and flashes a nasty little smile at him, then drops her ass onto his lap and starts rubbing slowly it against his hard cock, which is held hostage beneath the surface of his jeans.
Moving her body in a circular motion, she rubs her ass over his cock for a bit, bounces on it a few times, then grinding on it, then sliding up and down the length of it, her tight little ass expertly working his trapped cock.
Frank stifles a groan. He doesn’t want her to know how good it feels. But she knows. It shows in her face when she turns her head to look at him.
“You like this, huh?”
He nods, unable to speak. Jenna laughs and starts grinding him more aggressively.
Frank takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. But Jenna isn’t having it. She increases the intensity further, her ass always on the move; bouncing, grinding, moving in circles, back and forth, up and down.
A soft groan escapes from Frank’s mouth. Here they are only a couple minutes into a lap dance it and already he has to focus all his attention to keep from cumming; the combination of pleasure and pain feels better than he could have imagined. Jenna sure knew what she was doing.
“So soon?” Jenna says, reading his mind.
“I’m fine,” Frank says. It’s only a half-lie. He reaches up and puts one hand on each of her hips, hoping that by taking an active part in things he can take his mind off how close he is to orgasm.
But Jenna doesn’t cut him any breaks.
“Hands to yourself,” she says, slapping them away. “You don’t get to touch me until I say you can.”
Moaning, Frank drops his hands back to the couch. Jenna grinds his cock for a little while longer before finally showing some mercy on him and standing up.
Frank exhales audibly, thankful for a break, now more how short-lived it might be.
Jenna gives him a few seconds to gather himself then drops to her knees. She sticks her tongue out and gives his cock a lick through his jeans. He groans and starts breathing harder.
Jenna laughs. Then she gives his cock another lick. Her smiling face is right in front of his crotch, looking up at him, her eyes locked on his.
“What do you think so far?” she says.
“I like it,” Frank replies.
“I knew you would,” she says. “And just think, we haven’t even really gotten started yet.”
Frank doesn’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. And he doesn’t have time to ponder it, as Jenna is already getting back to her feet. This time she’s facing him as she straddles him, one leg lying flat on the couch on each side of him.
She doesn’t provide any relief for his cock, leaving it trapped beneath his pants while she rides him. She seems to be taking it easier for the time being, vary
ing her pressure up a little more often, not taking him so close to the edge before giving him a chance to relax.
Shortly after one such lull she reaches behind her back and releases her bra. She pulls it off, revealing her small but incredibly perky tits. Her nipples are rock-hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.
Frank reaches out to grasp her nipples; he just can’t help himself, they’re simply too inviting, too perfect to not be played with.
Jenna lets him rub them between his fingers for a few seconds before shutting him down. She grabs ahold of his wrists and pins them back against the couch, one on either side of his head.
“What part of no touching don’t you understand,” she asks.
“I’m sorry,” Frank says. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“Well you’d better learn to, otherwise it’s going to be a long night for you.”
“I’ll try, mistress,” he says.
“Not good enough,” she says. “Do it.”
“Yes, mistress.”
Jenna nods and starts once again grinding on his cock. Her hands are still wrapped around his wrists and she’s still holding them tight against the couch. For some reason he finds this extremely hot. Maybe there is something to her claim that being on the other side has some of its own pleasures. He’s still not totally convinced but he has to admit that he’s feeling something different right now, an excitement that tickles him in ways that their normal sessions didn’t.
Jenna must have been able to read his facial expressions, as she puts words to his exact feelings shortly after they cross his mind.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she says.
He nods.
She grips his wrists more securely, pushes them harder against the couch. Then she proceeds to grind on his cock more aggressively, bouncing up and down on his groin, riding him like a cowgirl, her face looking down on his with growing intensity.
“Do you still want to play with my nipples?” Jenna asks.
“Yes, mistress,” Frank replies, the words rolling off his tongue like second nature now.
“Then come get them,” she says, continuing to ride him.
He starts to move his arms forward but she pushes them back into place. He flashes her a questioning look.
“Not with your hands,” she says. “Use your mouth.”
Frank smiles. He’s starting to enjoy this little game. He cranes his neck forward as far as it will go. But still he’s a couple centimeters short of his goal. He can see Jenna’s glorious nipple right there, almost within reach. He looks up at her face but it’s obvious she’s not going to help him out by shifting her body forward. In fact, he starts to believe that she is deliberately setting herself up so her nipples are just barely out of reach. Her evil little smile lends credence to this idea,
But he’s not willing to give up just yet. Wanting to see if he can circumvent her plans he sticks out his tongue and gives her left nipple a good, long lick.
Jenna can’t hide the groan of pleasure that comes from her mouth even though she tries.
Smiling inwardly but careful not to show it, Frank shifts his head and goes after the other nipple. But Jenna moves back at the last moment and he once again comes up just a wee bit short.
Disappointed, he looks up at her.
“Come on,” she says, “You can do it.”
Frank strains further forward, stretching his neck out as far as it will go with his arms still being pinned to the couch by Jenna. He gets a lick in on the other nipple but before he can do anything else Jenna pulls her body back a little further.
“Ah, come on,” he says, his voice an exaggerated whine.
She laughs. “You want my nipples that bad, huh?”
He nods vigorously.
“Fine,” she says, leaning forward far enough that he can wrap his lips around her protruding nipple.
Frank sucks on it greedily, rolling it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. After a short while he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment.
Jenna releases her hold on his wrists and wraps her arms around his head. Squeezing tightly, she presses his head closer in towards her, smashing his face against her chest, forcing her nipple deeper into his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe, a sensation that he finds strangely intoxicating.
With his mouth still attached to her nipple as though breast-feeding, Frank shifts his head and looks up at her face as best he can.
Jenna’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back in ecstasy. The hollow of her neck is fully exposed. She is still grinding on Frank’s cock with just as much enthusiasm as before; if anything, she’s moving faster against him.
Frank bites down on her nipple. Not too hard, but certainly not softly.
Jenna groans and starts grinding him even more aggressively.
Frank is super-excited but in no real danger of cumming yet. Now that she is allowing him to take an active (albeit limited) part in the proceedings he’s able to divert his attention away from his own pleasure.
He bites down harder.
Jenna curses beneath her breath and bounces on his still-trapped cock even faster.
He bites down one more time, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jenna. Her body pauses, tenses up for a moment, then releases in a quick shudder. She grabs ahold of his hair and forcibly removes his mouth from her nipple. He lets it go with a pop.
Looking up at her, Frank smiles. But she glares down at him.
“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t like that,” he says.
“You did good,” she admits.
“So I get to fuck you now?”
Jenna laughs and shakes her head. “No, not yet. We’ve still got a ways to go before happens. If it even happens at all.”
“Wait a minute, what does that mean?”
“It means you have to do a hell of a lot more to please me before you get a chance to stick your dick in me,” she says. “And even if I do allow that to happen, it’s going to be me that’s fucking you. Not the other way around. But for now just shut up and do as your told, okay?”
Sulking a little bit, Frank grumbles, “Okay.”
“What?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says, still in a slightly whiny voice.
“You’re going to have to do better than that,” she says.
“Yes, mistress,” Frank says, his voice slightly more upbeat now. “Whatever you say, mistress.”
“I still don’t like your tone,” Jenna says as she climbs off him, leaving a big wet spot on his leg from her drenched pussy. “It’s too bad too, because I was going to give your cock a little bit of well-earned attention before we move on to the next thing.”
“Sorry, mistress,” he says in a truly enthusiastic manner, hoping to get back into her good graces. His cock felt like it was going to explode if it didn’t get a little loving in the near future. “I’m sorry for disappointing you. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“It’s too late now,” she says. “Maybe next time you’ll think a little harder before acting like a spoiled brat. Now lie down on the couch lengthwise with your back to the cushions and your face towards the ceiling.”
Frank does as he’s told without putting up a fight. Even though he’s protesting at every turn he is truly starting to enjoy the submissive role. Jenna had been spot-on earlier when she’d said there is something liberating about just doing what you are told. He doesn’t know if it’s the lack of responsibility or the feeling of helplessness or something else entirely but he is definitely getting used to it. Even looking forward to it.
He is just starting to wonder what’s going to come next when Jenna climbs atop him, scoots forward until she’s straddling his head, then drops her suddenly panty-less pussy right onto his face, engulfing his mouth and nose, smothering him completely.
Caught off guard, Frank gasps for breath. But there’s no air to be found. His world consists of Jenna’s inner flesh and nothing else. Like a fish out of water he struggl
es, overwhelmed by the sweet and tangy stickiness of her juices.
Panicking, he tries to push Jenna off with his hands but he doesn’t have any leverage and her position is too entrenched. After a couple seconds of ineffectual resistance he gives up.
“That’s right,” Jenna says. “Just relax. You’ll enjoy it more.”
Frank’s not sure about the second part but he is able to relax a bit. Even though he feels like he can’t breathe he has come to realize that there is enough air to keep him conscious, allowing his panic to subside.
Jenna remains in place for another minute before finally lifting herself off his face. He gasps for breath, his face red and his eyes watering.
“Not bad,” she says, looking down at him. “Way to take it like a man.”
“Thanks,” Frank manages. He realizes he’s smiling and his excitement has increased further.
“Keep it up and I might even free your cock from its denim prison,” she says.
“Just tell me what else I need to do, mistress.”
Jenna tilts her head, gives him a little nod of appreciation. “Do you really mean that?”
Frank nods and looks up at her expectantly. His eyes are hungry with anticipation.
“Open your mouth,” she says. “And keep it open no matter what.”
He nods and does as he’s told.
Still squatting above him, her pussy mere inches from his face and positioned directly above his open mouth, Jenna goes to work on herself, sticking two fingers inside her pussy, working them in and out, faster and faster, until her juices are dripping from her pussy and straight into his mouth.
“Drink it up,” Jenna says, working herself feverishly to give Frank more of her pussy juices to swallow. “That’s a good boy,” she says, her eyes intense and boring down on him. “Do you like how I taste?”
“I fucking love it,” he says. “Give me more. I want all of you.”
“Yeah?” she says, her excitement audible. “You want more?”
He nods vigorously.
Jenna’s left hand gets involved, going to work on her clit while she continues banging herself with her other hand. She works herself over in both places until she’s right on the verge of orgasm. “Stick out your tongue,” she says. “Now.”