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there, Serena,” I said softly.
    She locked her legs.
    I pressed the wet popsicle into her ass slowly.
    “Oh God. Oh God,” she shouted as I slid it in and out.
    “Feel good?” I asked.
    Her head nodded repeatedly onto her popsicle.
    Using my right hand, I fucked her ass with the popsicle as I worked my cock in and out of her tiny pussy. With each stroke, she grunted and groaned. As I felt her pussy contract on my shaft, I slapped her ass lightly.
    “ Oooohhh,” she screamed.
    “Don’t you dare cum yet,” I demanded.
    “Oh. Oh, okay. When?’ she asked.
    “Now,” I said.
    “Now?” she asked.
    “Yes, hand me your popsicle,” I said.
    She handed me her popsicle. It was about half dissolved in length and girth. I continued to slide my cock in and out of her pussy and held my popsicle in her ass.
    “Now,” I said as I began to work the popsicle into her ass.
    As I did, she began to moan. I slid the popsicle she had provided me between her butt cheeks. I maneuvered it between the popsicle in her ass and my cock. I pressed it against her pussy.
    She yelled.
    I pressed harder.
    As I forced the popsicle against the top of my cock, it slowly slid into her pussy with my cock  Using both hands, I worked the popsicle and my cock in and out of her pussy in unison. As I did, I slid the popsicle into her ass slowly.
    “Now, and scream when you cum, Serena,” I demanded.
    “I….I….” she cried.
    “Now, Serena,” I demanded.
    “I…”
    “Now!”
    “Oh…”
    “Oh…God. Oh…”
    “Now.”
    “I…I…Oh…Oh.”
    “Cum you little slut,” I whispered harshly.
    “Oh God.”
    “You sexy little slut, cum,” I said.
    “Oh God…I’m…”
    “Cum you little slut, cum….”
    “Oh God. Oh God…”
    As the popsicle in her pussy broke and the small piece fell out onto the floor, she straightened her elbows and screamed.
    I pulled the popsicle from her ass, and threw it over the island and into the sink. Slowly, I allowed myself to slide from her pussy.
    She stood, facing the countertop, now resting on her elbows. Her forehead against the countertop, she moaned.
    “God, that was weird,” she moaned.
    “Good weird or bad weird?” I asked.
    “Good,” she said as she turned around.
    “I haven’t had an orgasm like that ever before,” she said as she rubbed her hands on her outer thighs.
    “Do you know why you had such an intense orgasm?” I asked.
    “The popsicles?”
    “No, the control. You’re submissive. There’s no doubt the popsicles were exciting to you, or different. But my control of you - me telling you what to do, that made the difference. What started on the stool, not letting you turn around. You felt like I was in control of you the entire time. You liked that didn’t you?” I asked.
    She nodded and looked at the floor.
    “Don’t be embarrassed,” I said.
    “Do you want to clean up?” I asked.
    She nodded, “Do you want to take a shower with me?”
    “Sure,” I responded.
    Serena and I continued to see each other with regularity. I don’t recall for certain, but I believe that we spent about nine months together, seeing each other a few days a week. Although I had made clear that I wanted nothing more than to spend time together and have fantastic sex, she eventually developed feelings.
    When she expressed to me how she had felt, I naturally wanted to try discussing this with her. I suspected I could talk some sense into her if she realized that her feelings of affection would prevent us from seeing each other at all. I truly had enjoyed the sex with her, and had reservations about ending our time spent together.
    The talk produced no meaningful resolution, and although we did not fully agree, we split. She eventually moved out of town, stating that she couldn’t stand living in the same city with me and see me with other women. She was of the opinion that we would have been great for each other as a couple.
    Although we did have fabulous sex, and she satisfied me from a