Chapter 95: SHE’S HOT AND BOTHERED

Most men don’t understand the concept of give and take. Of course, there are men out there that need to be in control all the time and can’t deal with being a submissive or even for a couple seconds, but those aren’t the guys I’m talking about. The way I see it they’re hopeless; there’s no reason to even try and fix them.

No, the kind of man I’m talking about is the one who doesn’t mind when I take charge. But even in that case, the man needs to understand that just because I take the initiative doesn’t mean that I want to do all the work all of the time. Ideally we will trade off taking control, not only on a night-to-night basis, but even within the same session. I’ll spend a little time running the show, pushing him around, putting him in the positions that I want him to be in, but at some point he needs to take the reins for a little while too, forcing me to do with he wants.

This give and take is what provides that glorious tension that creates the most memorable fuck sessions. I want a man who’s going to treat me like an equal, and more importantly, one that allows me to treat him like an equal. I don’t want a control freak but I also don’t want a spineless jellyfish. I want a man that’s flexible but also willing to push his boundaries, and mine too. Of course, if he’s hot and has a nice body and big cock, that’s always a big plus. But in the end that’s not completely necessary. At least not for him to become a regular.

One guy that I work well with is Mike. Even though he’s eight years older than me he’s pretty good looking in a rugged sort of way. His body is only so-so, but he’s got a good-sized cock, and he knows how to use it. But most importantly he understands the concept of give and take, letting me have my way for a while but regularly imparting his will. Plus he’s just a cool guy; smart, mellow, self-deprecating, and a good conversationalist with an ironic sense of humor, just like me. While he’s not someone that I could ultimately see myself ending up with, he’s someone that I call when I need a good solid pounding. Like the other night.

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After a nice steak dinner at The Palm that included three bottles of Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap, we headed back to Mike’s place. Once there I didn’t waste any time getting started. I told him to take a seat on the couch and slipped out of my black dress, leaving me in my black bra and panties and heels.

“What do you think?” I asked, standing over him.

“I think you’re fucking incredible as always,” Mike said. “And then I think I should ask you what the hell you’re doing here with me instead of someone more attractive but I’m afraid you might answer honestly.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Mike,” I said. “Looks and brains aren’t everything you know.”

“Obviously not,” he said.

We shared a quick laugh.

“Okay, time to get serious,” I said, only half-joking. “Sex isn’t supposed to be fun dammit.”

“You’re right,” he said. “It’s supposed to be hard work.”

“It is if you’re doing it correctly,” I said.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Even though we spoke of being serious, we were both smiling. After all, sex was supposed to be fun and hard work.

I walked up to him and spread his legs apart then stepped forward until my knees were touching the inside of his thighs. Leaning forward, my tits pushing down against his chest, I stuck my tongue in his mouth. He put his hands on my hips but I grabbed his wrists and pushed them aside.

“Not yet,” I said, pulling away. “You’ll have your chance later. For now just sit there and relax.”

He didn’t argue, putting his arms by his side and leaving them there.

I pulled off his shirt and kissed his neck then made my way down to his chest, kissing his pecs and licking his nipples. From there I moved down to his navel, kissing his skin as I moved.

Mike let out a little groan as I grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze through his pants. Laughing under my breath, enjoying the control I had over him, I moved my head further down until it was at the same level as his groin.

Looking up at him, maintaining eye contact the entire time, I ran my tongue over the length of his cock, which was still trapped behind his pants but pressing stiffly against the material. Then I turned my head, took his bulge between my teeth like a dog with a bone, and bit down hard enough to make him squirm.

Shaking his head, he looked down at me. “You’re one evil little bitch, you know that right?”

“Of course,” I said, flashing him a devilish smile. “That’s what you love about me.”

“It is indeed,” he said, grinning at back at me. “But if you don’t speed things up a little bit I’m going to have to take control.”

“Promises, promises,” I said, enjoying the game just as much as he was.

Before Mike’s little outburst, I was going to free up his cock but instead I decided to mess with him some more. I was curious to see how much I could get away with before he turned the tables on me.

I climbed up onto the couch and straddled his waist. Flicking my hair to one side, I put my hands on his bare chest and started to grind on his trapped cock, moving slowly back and forth atop it. Even though both our bottom halves were still covered, it wasn’t long before I was soaking through my panties.

I reached behind my back and undid my bra. I let it fall to the ground, freeing up my breasts.

Mike reached for them but I intercepted his hands before they got there.

“Come on,” he said. “That’s not fair.”

“Nobody ever said life was fair,” I replied, my eyes gleaming with perverse enjoyment. “But if you want my tits that bad, who am I to deny them to you?”

Still holding his hands in my own, I leaned forward, pinning his wrists against the rear cushion of the couch while simultaneously putting my tits in his face.

He went to work immediately, latching onto my right breast and sucking on my nipple.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Get it nice and hard.”

Mike worked my nipple like a champ, flicking it with his tongue, sucking on it, even lightly biting down on it, constantly mixing things up to keep me from getting too comfortable. It didn’t take long at all before my nipple was sticking out like a pencil eraser.

I shifted my body slightly, giving him my other breast. He immediately latched onto the nipple and gave it the same treatment while I continued grinding on his cock.

Once my other nipple was hard, I pulled it out of his mouth, then leaned forward and stuck my tongue in his mouth. We made out for half a minute before I broke it off and slid down his body again, kissing his chest as I made my way down.