Aggressive Vixen

by Dakota Fox

  Frank obliges.

  Jenna drops her pussy back onto his face, grinding his face and riding his tongue while continuing to work her clit with her fingers.

  As she drops onto his face Frank finds his excitement reaching new places. He loves the taste and feel of her insides; silky smooth and sweet and tangy and salty all at the same time. Because she’s riding his face instead of smothering him, Frank is able to see up the length of her body while she moves back and forth against him. Her head is thrown back and her back is arched and she’s making sounds he’s never heard from her (or any other woman, for that matter) before.

  Then he feels her body tense up for just a moment, followed by the loudest, most intense moan of the night, and then his face is drenched even further by her juices as she reaches orgasm.

  “Holy fucking shit,” she cries, leaning forward and grasping the edge of the couch as she catches her breath. “That felt so fucking good.” She seems to be talking to herself more than him. Which is fine. As long as she’s happy.

  “You liked that, huh?” he says, risking her ire.

  “I liked it a lot,” she replies, sliding down onto his chest and leaning over to plant a kiss on his lips. “In fact, I liked it so much I might actually free your dick from where it’s been trapped all evening. Would you like that?”

  “I would like that very much, mistress,” he says.

  “Good answer,” Jenna says. “Very good answer.”

  She slides down his body and positions herself between his legs. Working slowly, methodically, drawing it out, Jenna undoes his zipper, reaches in, unfurls his cock from inside his pants, and frees it. It’s sticking straight up in the air, as hard as it’s ever been in his life.

  Frank gasps in relief. He never would have thought how good it could feel just to pull his cock out of his pants. And there, he realizes, lies the genius of Jenna’s approach. All the things he’d taken for granted in the past could be of far greater importance than he’d ever imagined. Under the right circumstances even the tiniest of things could bring great relief and incredible pleasure. It’s all dependant on how you handle the situation. It’s something he’ll try to remember from now on.

  All Frank’s deep thoughts are suddenly forgotten the moment Jenna wraps her lips around his cock.

  “Holy shit,” he says, his eyes fluttering and his breath catching in his chest.

  “You like that, do you?” Jenna says, smiling up at him.

  He nods.

  She takes him in her mouth again, gives him a couple of quick sucks, then slides his cock back out of her mouth. She scoots back on the couch a bit and runs her tongue up and down his shaft a couple of times before taking his balls in her mouth.

  Frank makes a low groaning sound as she suckles on his balls while her hand slowly jerks him off.

  Jenna maintains eye contact the entire time, looking up at him from behind his balls, her gaze intense and playful at the same time.

  Frank isn’t sure how much more he can take and he wants to make sure he at least gets his dick inside her before he cums, so he reaches down and grabs her shoulders and tries to pull her up to him.

  Jenna slaps his hands away. “What do you think you’re doing?” she says.

  “I need to stick my dick inside you.”

  “Oh, you need to, do you?” she asks, her tone serious but her eyes telling a different story.

  Frank nods.

  “How do you ask?” Jenna says.

  “Please,” Frank says.

  “Please what?”

  “Please ride my cock,” he says.

  She tilts her head sideways, waiting for more.

  “Mistress,” he adds.

  “Say the whole thing.”

  Biting down on his frustration, Frank says, “Please ride my cock, mistress. I can’t take it anymore. I need my cock inside of you. Please.”

  “Fine,” she says in mock disdain. “But only because you asked nicely.”

  And with that, she lifts herself onto her knees and climbs atop him.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” she asks. “Because there are still a whole hell of lot more things I can do to you.”

  “This is what I want,” Frank replies. “You can do more things to me some other night. Whatever you want. But right now I need to fuck you.”

  “If you insist,” Jenna says. She grabs ahold of his cock, lifts herself up a bit, shifts her position so she’s squatting over him with her feet on the couch, then slides his cock into her pussy.

  Her pussy is so slippery, so soft, so inviting, so luscious; it’s like sliding into a vat of exotic oil.

  The first few seconds after entering her are always the toughest, and tonight even more so because of the torture that she put his cock through up until this point. It’s all Frank can do to not cum right then and there.

  But after Frank weathers the first few seconds of the storm it gets easier. Jenna works him like the expert she is, her hands on his chest, moving her body up and down in a deliberate rhythm, taking the entire length of his cock inside her with every thrust.

  “You like it when I bounce on your cock?” she says, staring right at him.

  Frank nods.

  “Tell me how much you like it,” Jenna says, carefully controlling her voice so she seems like she’s in total control of herself, unaffected by the situation. Whether she is or not Frank doesn’t know but she’s certainly doing a good job of making it look like she is. For some curios reason her apparent disinterest turns him on even more.

  “I fucking love it,” he says, his voice coming out louder than he’s expecting.

  “Do you want me to ride you even harder?”

  “Yes please, mistress,” Frank says.

  “Beg for it,” Jenna says. “Beg for me to ride your cock until you explode inside of me.”

  “Please, mistress,” he says. “Please ride me until I cum. I need it. Make me cum, mistress.”

  She shifts so her legs are lying flat on the couch and starts riding his cock faster and faster, her body slamming down onto him, smashing his balls at the bottom of every thrust, causing just the right amount of pain to keep him on edge of orgasm without any danger of going over.

  Frank tries to take a deep breath but his body is just too wound up. Something about her having control, riding him like he’s a worthless piece of meat turns him on more than he’d ever thought possible. He longs for more abuse at her hands but knows that his time tonight is almost at an end. He’s simply enjoying this too much to go on much longer.

  He reaches up with his hands to try and prolong how long he can hold out by taking some semblance of control over the situation but she’s having none of it.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Jenna says as she grabs ahold of his wrists before he touches her flesh. “This is my rodeo, mister. I call the shots here. You don’t get to do shit unless I say so.”

  She pushes his arms back near his head, holding them down on the couch, one on either side of his head, while she continues to ride him like an insane cowgirl.

  Because she’s holding his wrists up near his head, Jenna is now leaning over Frank, giving her even more leverage to hammer away on his cock. She’s holding nothing back now, lifting her entire body up and then dropping it down onto him, giving him her full weight with every thrust, impaling herself on his stiff cock.

  Her hair is flying everywhere, covering her face so he can barely see her eyes bearing down on him. She’s scowling, no doubt exorcising some demons as she pleasures herself. Although this frightens Frank a little it also excites him in ways he can’t rationalize. In fact, more than anything else, it’s the way that she’s looking at him that finally puts him over the edge.

  “Holy fucking shit,” he says under his breath.

  “You’re going to cum already, aren’t you?” Jenna says, her tone harsh, which (as she probably well knows) doesn’t do a damn thing to quench his enthusiasm.

  Frank nods.

  “Then
cum already,” she says, not slowing down one bit. “Come on you piece of shit, shoot your pathetic load inside me and get it over with.”

  Frank obliges, blasting his seed up into Jenna, bucking and shimmying beneath her as she continues to ride his cock. She doesn’t let up, even after he’s expelled all his seed, continuing to bounce up and down on him as though oblivious to the fact that he’s done.

  He allows her to do her thing, assuming she’s going to climb off him any second now. But a good half-minute later she’s still showing no signs of letting up. She’s staring down at him, taking pleasure of his discomfort, seeing how far he’ll let her take it.

  A full minute later he’s done. His boner is all but gone and she’s starting to rub him raw. No longer willing to play the submissive, Frank lifts Jenna off him with ease and tosses her down onto the other side of the couch. She’s laughing, her face full of good humor.

  “So what did you think?” Jenna says.

  “I liked it,” Frank replies. “Loved it, actually.”

  She smiles. “I told you.”

  “You certainly did. I can’t believe you were right. But you were.”

  “It’s a natural extension of things,” Jenna says. “Those who like to dominate also like to be dominated. Most of them will never admit to it, but it’s true in almost every case. It’s the same basic compulsion, just a different side of the coin. You almost never see one without the other.”

  “I didn’t know that,” Frank says.

  “I know you didn’t,” she says, leaning forward to plant a little kiss on his lips. “Which is exactly why I had to teach you.”

  “Thanks for that.”

  “My pleasure,” Jenna says as she stands up and starts gathering her things. “So you’ll want to go this route again some time, I suppose?”

  “Hell yes,” Frank says. “Next week. If I can wait that long.”

  “Cool. But I have to warn you; next time I won’t take it so easy on you.”

  He raises his eyebrows. “You call what you just did to me taking it easy?”

  Jenna pauses in her efforts to redress and flashes him a look of disdain. “Think of all the things you’ve done to me and think about what I did to you tonight.”

  Frank purses his lips and nods his head. Jenna is right, of course. She didn’t do to him a fraction of the things he’d done to her in the past. “I see your point.”

  “I’m glad that you do,” she says as she puts the finishing touches on her shoes. “But don’t worry, the more extreme I get with you the more you’ll like it. I promise.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Because that’s how these things work,” Jenna says. She grabs her bag and heads for the door.

  “I don’t know . . .” Frank says, only half-serious.

  “Yes you do,” she says, arriving at the door. She turns the handle, opens the door, and glances back one last time before leaving. “You know damn well that you’ll like.”

  Laughing under his breath, he says, “You’re right.”

  “Of course I am,” she says, flashing him a smile. “I always am.”

  And with that she steps outside and closes the door behind her.

  Frank shakes his head and drops to the couch. He’s already looking forward to the next time. “I’m a sick man,” he says aloud. He grabs the remote and flips on the television. “A sick, sick man.”

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  AS DIRTY AS IT GETS

  When did 21-year old girls become such nasty little sluts? Back when I was that age—which was less than 10 years ago, mind you—it was nearly impossible to find a girl that would sleep with you without at least going out for a couple of dates. And once you got them in bed they barely knew what they were doing. And getting a decent blow job? Forget about it. Let alone anything nastier.

  But nowadays it seems like they’d rather spent a night getting freaky in the sack instead of even bothering with dinner and a movie. And not just straight fucking, but dirty, filthy, perverted shit. Girls these days will do things on the first night that I couldn’t get my old girlfriends to do months into the relationship. Not to mention the attitudes they have. Trash-talking is the norm. They have no shame. Or respect. Or morals.

  I don’t know if it’s the proliferation of internet porn or just the degradation of our society, but 21-year olds have definitely changed. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Especially when one of them takes an interest in me.

  #

  Her name was Kelly and she was a tiny little 21-year old girl. She was barely north of five feet tall and she couldn’t have been more than half my weight. She was skinny but athletic, with tanned skin, wavy brown hair, a cute but not-too-innocent face, small tits, an incredibly tight ass and thin legs. Exactly how I liked my women. Young, cute, petite and all natural. None of that plastic surgery crap for me. And, as it turned out, I was exactly how she liked her men. Older. And attractive. Or so she said.

  We met at a BBQ one of my neighbors was throwing. Kelly’s sister was friends with my neighbor’s girlfriends brother or some crap like that. I don’t really know, nor do I care. What matters was that she showed up at the party and saw me and started a conversation with me. She didn’t stay long, but before she left she gave me her address and asked me to come over the next day around noon to hang out. I told her I’d love to and then she took off.

  I showed up the next day not knowing what to expect. But as soon as she answered the door it was obvious what was going on. She had on a pink, lacy top that barely covered the top half of her perky little tits and pink and white striped panties. Nothing else.

  My cock immediately started to rise.

  “For some reason I feel overdressed,” I said, flashing her a little smile as I walked in.

  “Don’t worry,” Kelly said, closing the door behind me. She leaned up against me and looked up at my face. Her head barely reached my shoulders. She ran her hand down my chest, over my stomach and settled on my cock. “I’ll take care of that soon enough.”

  “You don’t waste any time, do you?” I said.

  “What can I say?” Kelly replied. “I know what I want.” She gave my cock squeeze. “And from what I can tell, you want it too. I don’t see why we shouldn’t just get right down to it. Unless, of course, you aren’t comfortable with that.”

  “It’s fine with me.”

  “I thought you’d feel that way,” she said, undoing my zipper. “Now let’s see what you’re packing down there.”

  She dropped down to her knees and pulled my cock out. It was sticking straight out, hard enough to hammer nails. It wasn’t the biggest cock in the world but it wasn’t the smallest either. Right around 7 inches long but thicker than most. Plenty big enough for even the sluttiest of girls out there. Which was a list that Kelly was near the top of, from what I could tell.

  Her eyes widened when she saw it out in the open but only for a moment. She didn’t want me to know how excited she was. Apparently she had a facade to maintain. Which was fine by me. I loved girls with attitudes. It just made things more fun.

  “Well, what do you think?” I asked, taunting her just a bit.

  “Not bad, not bad at all,” she said, deliberately playing down her excitement. But she couldn’t completely mask it no matter how hard she tried. “Of course, size doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to do with it.” She pulled her gaze from my cock and looked up at me. “Do you?”

  “I do,” I said. “The real question is: Do you?”

  She scoffed. “Please. Just watch me.”

  Without further ado, she wrapped one hand around my shaft, opened her mouth, and slipped my cock inside. She sucked on the tip and stroked my shaft at the same time, working slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, her mouth dropping further and further down my cock with every thrust.

  Her head was bouncing forward and back, moving faster and faster. Her hair was flying everywhere. She took my cock three-quarters of the way down her throat, and held it the
re for a good five seconds, maintaining eye contact the entire time, before gagging and pulling her head back.

  Kelly took a single deep breath, then gathered up the saliva in her mouth and spit it on my cock. Still staring up at me with an evil little smile on her face, she jerked me off.

  “Do you like how I suck your cock?” she asked. “Do you like seeing it planted in my pretty little mouth?”

  Smiling back at her, I nodded.

  “Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Kelly said. “Just wait till you see what else I can do.”

  She dropped a little lower and slid her body further underneath mine. She pressed my cock against my stomach, exposing my balls more prominently, then proceeded to lick them and suck on them, one at a time.

  I took a deep breath and let out a little moan.

  “You like that, huh?” she said. “You like it when I play with your balls?”

  I nodded again.

  Kelly snickered, enjoying her control over me, then went back to work. She gripped my ball sack just under the base of my cock, creating a tight little package with my balls as the gift. Then she took the whole thing in her mouth, sucking on it like she was trying to pull my balls out the bottom of my sack.

  I shuddered and made another involuntary noise.

  She relaxed on the pressure a bit, bouncing my balls around in her mouth while jerking me off for a few seconds before suddenly sucking on them more aggressively than ever, eliciting yet another gasp from my mouth.

  Kelly was expertly straddling the line between pleasure and pain, keeping me on my toes, not letting me get comfortable, heightening my sensation like a pro.

  I tried not to wonder how an 21-year-old could already be so good at things that took so much practice but it was difficult not to. Not that it really made a difference. Whatever she’d done before we hooked up was none of my business.

  She played with my balls for a little while longer before releasing them with a pop. Looking up at me with her hand still around my cock, she slapped it against her cheek couple of times .

  “Fuck my face, baby,” Kelly said. “Fuck my pretty little face.”