Taking Control Of The Stud Across The Hall
Scott
said.
    “ Even if I told you that
tonight I’m call the shots?” I said.
    “ That just gets me more
excited,” Scott said. “I’m your willing plaything. Do whatever you
want to me.”
    I smiled widely. “Oh, don’t worry about
that,” I said, grabbing his hand. “I intend to. Now follow me.”
    I took him over to the couch and stood him
in front of it, his back to the cushions. Facing him, looking
directly in the eyes, not shirking one bit, I said, “You’re sure
about this?”
    “ Positive,” he replied. And
I could tell from the look in his eyes that he meant it.
    “ Then sit back and relax,”
I said, giving him a little push, forcing him to sit on the
couch.
    I spread his legs apart and stepped in
between them. Then I turned around, giving him my back, and teased
my shorts off, taking it slow, revealing my ass 1 inch at a time,
making him wait for it. Once it was free, I bent over at the waist,
keeping my legs perfectly straight, and slid my shorts the rest the
way off. I stepped out of them, leaving me naked on my bottom half.
Still bent over, I turned my head and faced him.
    “ What do you think so far?”
I asked.
    “ I think you’re fucking
gorgeous,” he said.
    “ Good answer,” I said.
Looking back to smile at him, I dropped my ass onto his groin.
Before he could say a word, I start grinding away on his cock,
which was rock hard beneath his pants. Behind me, I could hear him
take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to maintain
control. Giggling to myself, thoroughly enjoying the control I had
over him, I grinded a little harder, spreading my ass with my hands
and riding his bulge in my crack.
    “ Holy shit,” he moaned, his
excitement growing. And I knew how he felt. Lap dances were quite
exciting, and not just for the man. Riding his trapped cock had me
so turned on that my pussy juices were leaving a snail trail on his
pants.
    “ Enough foreplay,” I said
after riding him for another minute or so. “I’m ready to get down
to business.”
    “ So am I,” he
said.
    I rose up and climbed off him and planted my
feet on the floor, directly in front of him. “Tell me how hot I
am,” I said, staring down at him.
    “ You’re sexy as hell,”
Scott replied.
    “ What about my ass?” I
asked, turning around and bending over. “Do you like it
too?”
    “ I love it,” Scott said.
“It’s incredible.”
    “ That’s good to hear,” I
said. “Because tonight you’re going stick your cock in my asshole.
What do you think about that?”
    “ I think it’s a great
idea,” he said.
    “ Good. Then let’s get this
party started.” I rose and turned and started towards him. Once I
came to the couch I dropped to my knees and shuffled forward until
I was right between his legs.
    “ So this is what’s going to
happen. First thing I’m going to do is suck your cock,” I said,
unbuttoning his top button, looking up at him the entire time,
maintaining eye contact. “I’m going to get it nice and hard and
ready to go.”
    “ Sounds good to me,” Scott
said.
    “ And then you’re going to
lick my pussy for a while,” I said, my eyes still focused on his.
“After that, you’re going to fuck my pussy for a bit as you play
with my asshole, getting it all nice and warmed up. And then you’re
gonna stick your cock in there and pound my fucking asshole until
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. Do you think you can handle
that?”
    “ I’ll sure as hell going to
give it a shot,” he said, smiling.
    “ That’s not good enough,” I
said, pulling his pants and boxers off and tossing them over my
shoulder. “Either you can or you can’t. There’s no
trying.”
    “ I can,” he said as I
wrapped my hand around his hard cock and started playing with
it.
    “ Are you sure?”
    “ I’m positive,” he said,
groaning a little bit as I jerked him off with a little more
intensity.
    “ Good,” I said, giving him
a little grin. “Then let’s get this show on the

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