by Dakota Fox
Tom was just starting to get into it when he heard the door creak open behind him. He quickly leaned forward and flipped the laptop shut, then stuffed his cock back into his pants, hoping that he wasn’t too late. The last thing he needed right now was to get in an argument with his girlfriend.
“What are you doing?” Carrie asked, wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing else. It barely covered her ass and made her already long legs look even longer. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was messed up from sleeping, but that just made her look more sexy. And her nipples were hard and poking up against the cotton.
“Nothing,” Tom said, unable to take his eyes off her. He found himself wondering—as he often did—how he’d ended up with such a smoking hot chick and how long she would put up with his crap before getting rid of his ass.
“Yeah, right,” she said. “Don’t give me that shit. You were doing something on the laptop.”
“I was just looking at fantasy football.”
“Football, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Carrie came around the couch and was standing in front of him, glaring down on him. She glanced down at his groin.
“Does fantasy football usually give you a boner?”
“Actually,” Tom said, “You always say that it does.”
“Yeah, dumb question, I guess,” Carrie said. “But the computer screen won’t lie. You don’t mind if I take a look, do you?”
“There’s no need,” Tom said. “I already closed the page. I had just finished up and was coming to bed.”
“Then you really won’t mind if I peek at it,” Carrie said. She reached for the laptop.
Tom sat back and dropped his eyes and shook his head. There was no use trying to stop her now. He was just going to have to take his medicine like a man.
Carrie flipped open the laptop. The video Tom had been watching picked up right where it had left off.
“Yeah, you were just about finished, all right,” Carrie said, looking back at him.
Tom kept his mouth shut. He knew that anything he said now would just get him in more trouble.
“Well,” Carrie said, surprisingly sounding more amused than pissed off. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“What can I say?” Tom asked. “You were asleep and I was feeling it. So I decided to take care of my problem.”
“Did you even bother trying to wake me up?”
“No, I figured you just wanted to sleep.”
“Why did you think that?”
Tom shrugged.
“You know what I think?” Carrie said. “I think you would rather watch some slut take it in the ass than fuck your girlfriend.”
“That’s not true,” Tom said.
“No? Then how do you explain coming home and turning on porn without even trying to wake me up.”
“I already told you—”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said. Her words were harsh but her tone said it was all in good fun. She wasn’t really all that pissed at him. “You just figured I wanted to sleep.”
“Exactly.”
“So you would rather fuck me than watch porn?”
“Of course,” Tom said.
“You’re gonna have to prove it to me,” Carrie said.
“Gladly,” Tom said, starting to stand up.
Carrie put her hands on her shoulders and gave him a shove, knocking him back down onto the couch. “No, no, no,” she said. “You’re just going to sit there and let me do whatever I want to you until I say you can do otherwise. That’s how you’re going to prove it to me.”
Tom tried not to smile. He loved it when Carrie took charge. He only wished she did it more often. If he would have known how easy it was to get her to take charge, he would have done something like this earlier.
“Fine, fine,” he said, sounding annoyed. “Whatever you say.”
“Don’t give me that shit,” Carrie said. “You know you love it. But tonight I’m going to take things further than ever before.”
“Promises, promises,” Tom said.
“Yeah, you just wait, mister. You just wait.”
And with that, Carrie slipped off her t-shirt off, leaving her completely naked. Tom again marveled at how smoking hot she was with her sculpted arms, gorgeous tits, washboard stomach, perfect ass and long, shapely legs.
As Tom stared at Carrie, she started playing with her pussy, rubbing the outside of it with her fingers, slowly at first, before gradually picking up steam.
Tom’s cock was still hard from earlier and getting harder with every passing second. He pulled it out of his pants and started playing with it.
But Carrie was having none of that. She bent over and slapped his arm away with her free hand.
“I told you to sit there and watch, not to play with your cock,” she said. “You’re being punished, not rewarded. Now don’t fucking touch it again, okay?”
“Okay,” Tom said in a disappointed tone.
Carrie glared at him for a moment, then went back to work on her pussy, slipping two fingers inside it. She started fucking herself, initially taking her time before ramping things up. It wasn’t long before she was hammering her fingers in and out of her pussy, getting it wetter and wetter while her groans grew continually louder.
Looking up at her, Tom tried to keep the smile off his face but couldn’t. He was enjoying himself way too much. His dick was harder than ever, sticking straight up out of his pants, pointed directly towards the ceiling. It was all he could do to not start playing with it, especially with Carrie standing over him, taunting him with her fingers inside her sweet pussy.
Grinning widely, enjoying herself immensely, Carrie pulled her fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth and sucked her juices off. Then she spread Tom’s legs apart and stepped forward, her body in between his legs, so her pussy was directly above his cock, just inches away.
Tom reached out towards her pussy but she slapped him away again.
“Don’t touch anything ,” Carrie said, staring at him. Her smile had morphed into a an evil little smirk. “Not until I tell you to. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes mistress.”
“That’s better,” Carrie said. She climbed atop the couch and straddled Him. Then she sat down on Tom’s stomach and backed her ass up until it was pushing back against his cock. She reached around her ass and grabbed his cock and started stroking it, bouncing it against her ass and rubbing it up and down her crack as she jerked him off.
“Do you like it when I torture you like this?” she asked.
“Not really,” Tom replied. While he normally loved it when Carrie took control, she’d never displayed this level of dominance before. And it was making him a little uncomfortable.
Carrie tilted her head slightly and glared at him.
“I mean, yes,” he said. “I like it.”
“No you don’t, but that’s okay,” Carrie said. “Because I do. And tonight, that’s all that matters, right?”
“Yes, mistress,” Tom said.
“You want me to sit on it, don’t you?” she said.
Tom nodded.
“How do you ask?” Carrie said.
“Please,” he said.
“Please what?”
“Please sit on my cock,” Tom said.
Carrie cocked her head and gave him a look that said she was expecting more.
It took Tom a moment to figure out what else she wanted from him. Then he had it. “Mistress,” he added.
“Maybe late r ,” she said before releasing his cock.
Tom let out a disappointed groan and Carrie laughed. Then she put her hands on her tits and started playing with them, pushing them together, rubbing her nipples, squeezing them tightly.
“You like these perfect little titties, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, mistress,” Tom said, finally starting to figure out what she wanted from him.
“Would you like to suck on
them?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Say the whole thing,” she said. “I want to hear the words.”
“Please let me suck on your tits, mistress.”
“Very good,” Carrie said. “You’re finally starting to get the hang of this. Keep it up and I may just reward you. But first, I’m going to mess with you some more . ”
She pressed her tits up against Tom’s face and shook them back and forth, smacking him with them.
“Stick your tongue out,” Carrie said.
Tom did as he was told.
She stuck one of her nipples directly in front of his mouth. “Lick it.”
Tom did, noting how hard her nipple already was. Carrie seemed to really be getting off on this.
She stuck her nipple further into his mouth. “Now suck on it.”
Again Tom did what he was told.
“Harder,” she said.
Carrie groaned as Tom sucked on her nipple with everything he had. Once it was rock-hard he switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. She groaned some more and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him deeper into her, making it difficult for him to breath. She squeezed harder for a moment before releasing his head, her tit popping out of his mouth.
Carrie leaned back and slid her ass further up his chest and laid her ankles on the back of the couch so her pussy was right in his face. Then and started playing with herself again. Her ring and index fingers moved in and out of her pussy, slid up to rub her clit, then plunged back into her snatch.
“You like watching me fuck myself, don’t you?” she said. “You like seeing me bang my tight little pussy with my fingers, right?”
“Yes mistress.”
“You want to taste it, don’t you?” she asked. “Tell me you want to taste my pussy. Beg for it.”
“Please mistress, let me taste your pussy,” Tom said. It sounded more natural than before now that he was getting used to the situation. For some reason it no longer was embarrassing to get treated like this.
“If you really want to,” Carrie said . She increased the pace, hammering her fingers inside herself, getting it nice and juicy. Then she pulled them out and jammed them deep into Tom’s mouth.
He gagged for a second before sucking on them proper, tasting her familiar sweetness.
“That’s right,” she said. “Clean my fingers of my pussy juices. Suck them until they’re sparkling.”
Tom did so, running his tongue up and down each one individually.
“There you go,” Carrie said. “Just like that.”
Half a minute later she pulled her fingers from his mouth.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” she said.
Tom nodded.
She smacked him in the cheek, hard enough to sting. “Didn’t you?” she said again, more intensely this time.
“I loved it,” he said, still reeling a bit from the slap. It had caught him off guard; Carrie had never done anything like that to him before. He quickly added a “mistress” before she smacked him again.
“That’s good to hear,” Carrie said. “Because you’re about to get the real thing, right from the source. Open your mouth.”
Tom did as he was told without hesitation. Smiling, Carrie climbed to her feet so she was standing on the couch. She carefully turned around, so she was facing the same way as Tom, her ass now right in his face. With one leg on either side of his body, she backed her ass up until his head was directly beneath her spread legs, then she pushed his head back into the cushions, holding it down so his face was turned up towards the ceiling. Finally she squatted down, dropping her ass and pussy right onto his face, smothering him.
As Tom fought for breath, Carrie rubbed her ass on his face, then started bouncing up and down on it. Her pussy was dropping right onto his mouth and her asshole atop his nose.
“Tongue out,” Carrie said.
Tom did as he was told.
“Now hold it there,” she said.
Tom held his tongue rigid as she bounced on it, her moans growing with every thrust.
“That’s right,” Carrie said, his tongue going deep inside her pussy. “Just like that, baby. Just like that.”
She started bouncing atop his face more aggressively. After half a minute, she bounced down on him one last time and held her ass down on his face, giving him her entire weight, suffocating him, forcing him to breathe her in. So he did, taking his air from her pussy as she grinded on his face, getting off on his tongue.
“Holy fuck!” Carrie said, practically screaming. She shook and shimmied atop his face for a few seconds and then juices came flooding out of her pussy, soaking his face, as an orgasm passed through her.
And then Carrie was climbing off his face, leaving Tom gasping for breath.
“You were a good little boy,” Carrie said. “So now I’m going to reward you.”
She climbed down off his face and slid down his body until she was between his legs, on her knees and facing him. She had his cock in her hand and was slowly stroking it, taunting Tom, teasing him.
“It’s so fucking huge,” Carrie said as she stuck out her tongue and licked it, from the tip down to his balls then back up again. “And it tastes so fucking good.”
She giggled and then started sucking on it, first taking just the tip in her mouth while one hand worked his shaft and the other went down and played with his balls.
Carrie worked the tip of his cock for a few seconds then started letting it further into her mouth, bouncing up and down on it, taking more of it every time, until pretty soon she was swallowing the whole thing. She deep-throated Tom a couple of times, each time spending a couple seconds with his entire cock in her mouth before coming up for air. The third time she held it there for nearly ten seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, before finally coughing and gagging and sliding his cock out of her mouth.
“Is that how they do it in the movies you like to watch?” Carrie asked while jerking Tom off. She knew damn well that they did but liked to taunt him about it just the same.
“You do it better than they do,” Tom said.
“You’re damn right I do,” Carrie replied. She spit on his cock and jerked him off some more, then slid back a little bit and dropped her head down and sucked on his balls. “What about this?” she said after popping them out of her mouth. “They do this too, don’t they?”
“Yes,” he said.
Carrie grabbed his legs and pulled on them, sliding him further down the couch so his ass was hanging off the end of it. She grabbed his legs and spread them apart, then pushed them back, exposing his asshole, which she proceeded to lick. Tom shuddered and took a deep breath.
“And this?” she said after tonguing his asshole for a few seconds. “This too?”
“Sometimes,” he said hoarsely. “But only in the really nasty ones.”
“But those are the ones you like, right? The nastier the better?”
Tom nodded and tried to swallow but his throat was too dry and there was just a soft click. It was taking everything he had to keep from cumming all over her face.
Carrie smiled and went back to work on his asshole, licking it, sticking her tongue in it, running her tongue up his taint to the bottom of his balls, sucking on them for a bit, then running her tongue back down to his asshole.
“Holy fucking shit,” Tom said as Carrie slipped the tip of her tongue into his asshole. “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
But Carrie was, and doing it well, sending lightning bolts of pleasure up his spine as she tongue-fucked his asshole while continuing to jerk his cock off. It felt so good Tom had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from screaming aloud. It felt too good, in fact. If Carrie kept this up, Tom was going to cum within half a minute.
With this in mind, he quickly scooted back onto the couch, forcing Carrie’s tongue to slip out of his asshole.
Smiling up at him, loving every second of his discomfort, Carrie said, “Too much for you, huh
?”
“Almost,” he replied.
“You know,” she said. “In those movies you watch, the guys last hours. And here you are, ready to cum after just a couple minutes of the freaky shit.”
“There’s a reason I just watch them and don’t take part in them,” Tom said.
“Fair enough,” Carrie said. “Lucky for you, there are plenty of things you can do that won’t leave you in any danger of cumming. Things that happen in those movies you love to watch.”
Smiling, Carrie climbed up onto the couch, lying on it lengthwise, her back to the cushions. As Tom stared, the grin on his face matching Carrie’s, she grabbed ahold of her ankles and pulled her legs open, spreading her legs wide and leaving her pussy staring Tom right in the face.
“Your turn,” Carrie said.
Tom got into a better position, then buried his face between her legs and started eating her pussy. Now this was something he was comfortable with.
Tom didn’t have a problem licking a woman’s pussy. As far as he was concerned, it was a no-lose situation. You got your girl off without having to worry about cumming yourself. Plus he’d never come across a woman who didn’t like it. Not to mention, Carrie’s pussy was perfectly manicured and impeccably clean. He could lick her snatch all night long and be completely content.
He ate Carrie’s pussy like an expert, constantly mixing things up, sucking on her clit for a little while then running his tongue up and down her snatch before sticking a couple fingers inside her then fucking her with his rigid tongue. Every once in a while he would shift the angle of his head a bit so he could look up at her. Seeing her look of pure enjoyment would always excite him even further and get him more excited.
They were about five minutes in and Carrie was really starting to get into it, the sounds of her breathing becoming more and more labored as she rose towards orgasm. She grabbed ahold of his hair and pulled him deeper into her pussy, jamming his face into her flesh, nearly smothering him. Then she wrapped her legs around his neck so Tom couldn’t go anywhere.
“My god,” she said in a deep, guttural voice. “Right there, don’t stop. Right fucking there, don’t you dare fucking stop!”