Struggle for the Top (CLOSED for Jenni_Bean)

[Gr8chtr]

Tyler Lundermann lay on the futon in his apartment, smoking some weed and reveling at his career success. When he earned his MBA with a focus on advertising he knew that the ad business was a dog-eat-dog world, and he loved it. He had been a fierce and effective competitor in the classroom and on the athletic field from middle school on. He was not about to back off now.

At 29 Tyler was in his 4th year as an associate in the creative department at the Milikan, Ross & Dembrow ad agency with no where to go but up. He had plotted his rise carefully, having already elbowed his way past a couple of coworkers with more seniority to being the lead on several projects. If these accounts continued to do well and with just a little more success, he was nearly assured of being made a junior partner within a year, two at the most. With more drive, who knows, perhaps senior partner before he turned 40.

Drifting along in these glorious thoughts, Tyler was suddenly jerked into reality. There was one potential major obstacle. Jill! Jill...fuck!...yes...Jill. Two years behind him in the firm, she had been coming on just as strong in her first two years as he had, maybe even stronger. On top of that their boss had just assigned them to co-lead the same, new project. Tyler couldn't afford to let Jill come out ahead on this one.

"Every day is the first day of the rest of your life," Tyler reminded himself. Tomorrow when he and Jill were scheduled to have a meeting to decide how to begin this project, he'd be sure that she would understand that he was top dog.

 

[jenni_bean]

Jill McKenna was excited by her new assignment. At just 27 she was being given an opportunity to show her skills in a way that might get top management attention. Highly recruited out of business school, Jill had graduated near the top of her class. She chose Milikan, Ross & Dembrow because of its reputation for moving promising young recruits through the ranks quickly if they showed talent. She had worked hard and even stepped on a few colleagues to get where she was. Now she was being given her big chance. She was going to co-lead a major project with Tyler Lundermann. He had a reputation as a go-getter which was both good and bad. It would be good for the project, but Jill wanted to shine and was not going to take a back seat to anyone.

Jill was convinced that her abilities were second to none, but she was also aware of the affect she could have on men. That just might give her an added edge. The morning of the initial meeting with the senior partner, Jill dressed carefully. She wore a light green blouse that was professional but also sexy. It highlighted the contours of her shapely 35 c-cup breasts and showed just enough cleavage to be provocative. Her black skirt fell to mid thigh and clung tightly to her rounded ass cheeks. At 5'6", her pumps didn't make her too tall, but tall enough to command authority. Finally, she applied a perfect shade of lipstick and mascara to accentuate her red hair and hazel eyes. She picked up her purse and headed out the door ready to conquer the world.

 

[Gr8chtr]

I'd had a good night's sleep, preparing myself for the big meeting with our senior partner, Grant Dembrow. Grant held the key to my planned rise in the ladder at MR&D and I wanted to make a good impression. My plan was to present myself with confidence and also create the impression that I would be a good co-worker with Jill. Almost certainly after Grant laid out the agency's expectation for this project, Jill and I would be left to take the initial steps to get started. Then, I could begin to subtly elbow my way to stay a half step or two ahead of Jill.

I had chosen my best suit for this meeting, starched white shirt, blue stripped tie, the works. Clothes often make the man, Shakespeare said. I wasn't going to leave that detail undone.

I arrived in the conference room where Grant had scheduled our meeting 7 minutes early. I wanted to be there first, of course, but I didn't want to seem too anxious either. I even had a little devious plan. I assumed, of course, that Grant would take the chair at the head of the small conference table. Knowing that he is right-handed, I planned to take the seat immediately to the right of the head chair. Psychology - occasionally it's actually useful.

Pulling open the conference room door, I had to stifle an urge to suck in my breath. Fuck! There was Jill, sitting exactly where I had planned. Not only that, but damn, she looked great! She didn't dress that well usually. Shit! She's trying to use a little sex appeal to warm up Grant or, maybe, she thinks she can distract me.

I realize right now. This is war. Fine, bring it on!

I walk swiftly across the room, face in a firm but outwardly friendly fashion. "Good morning, Jill", I say as I offer my hand in a business casual handshake. When she takes my hand I squeeze just a little too hard. Not hard enough that she could ever call me on it, but hard enough to say, "You're going to have to fight for this, babe."

 

[jenni_bean]

Jill

I saw the brief annoyance in Tyler's eyes when he noticed me sitting in the seat he had obviously planned to occupy. I tried to hide my enjoyment of this small victory. I held his eyes as he walked to his seat. That's when I noticed how much his good looks and stylish manner of dress gave him a sex appeal that was hard to ignore. I would have to be careful.

My provocative manner of dress had already been a success with Grant, the senior partner. I hoped it would have the same affect on Tyler.

"Good morning Tyler," I replied pressing the end of my pen against my lips in a suggestive manner.

The handshake said it all. The squeeze was a challenge. Before he could pull his hand away I squeezed back.

"I've been telling Grant some of my ideas for the project and how much I'm looking forward to working with you. He thinks we'll make a great team."

I finally let go of his hand and sat back in my chair. I pulled my shoulders back forcing the blouse I was wearing to stretch tightly across my uplifted breasts. I turned towards Grant and smiled.

 

[Gr8chtr]

I was not entirely surprised by Jill's squeezing my hand back and holding it longer than necessary. I knew that she was a fierce competitor. In fact, I would have been a little disappointed if she had backed away, That would either have meant that she didn't understand the message that I was sending when I squeezed her hand harder than required or that she had already accepted my being in the lead. Taking her down would be more fun if she put up a good fight.

What did surprise me, though, was that she was vamping me shamelessly. Of course, I had noticed her deliberately sexy dress but that little move with her pen to her lips and the not-very-subtle display of her nicely rounded breasts was ballsy. What the fuck?

And, little miss "I've been telling Grant some of my ideas..." Ok, fucker, you're asking for it. This has not gone unnoticed. I kept my gaze locked on hers, pretending to smile, like the fact that you can't stare down a cat.

Our staring match lasted all of about 10 seconds, interrupted when Grant entered the room. Momentarily, I had the advantage. Having been unable to take the chair at Grant's right, I was forced to take the chair to his left, directly across from Jill. But, that chair was also closest to the door. As Grant entered I quickly, but casually, stood, offering him the standard corporate world handshake. Without being too obvious I turned slightly to face him, thereby partially blocking his and Jill's view of each other. Keeping my voice calm I said, "I'm so pleased that you chose me to be on this project. I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts. I have some of my own that, I think, will mesh nicely with yours." I hesitated deliberately than added, "and, of course, with Jill's also."

I quickly relearned what all of us at MR&D knew. Grant was a very good leader and a brilliant ad executive whose ideas were always worth considering. However, he was a horrible presenter, droning on incessantly, covering the same ground over and over. The inside joke was that if you could perfect falling asleep with your eyes open, you could take a 15 minute nap during one of Grant's presentations and wake up without having missed a thing. All of us junior employees were practiced at the fine art of pretending to pay close attention to Grant while our minds were everywhere but there.

I took advantage of this opportunity to think more about Jill. First, my mind was filled with competitive rage, manifested in numerous, imagined insults hurled at her, all containing some version of the F-word. Occasionally glancing in her direction, as one ordinarily might do in a meeting of three people, the F-word began to raise some provocative questions. Besides being, metaphorically, a fucker of the first class, did she actually fuck? Or was she just a woman with a hot body, but cold as ice? Or, if she did fuck, was she fucking anyone currently? And, if so, who? Someone from the firm?

With likely only another 5 minutes to go on Grant's boring, redundant speech, I had to return mentally to the task at hand. Before I did, though, I took time to remind myself to keep my eyes on the goal. No time to be distracted from getting the top position by speculating about my rival's sex life. "Don't think with your dick!", I reminded myself, while smiling and nodding at Grant as he finally wound up his talk.

 

[jenni_bean]

I kept my eyes glued to Grant during his entire boring speech, occasionally flashing him my sexist smile when he looked at me. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Tyler had also glanced in my direction more than once. I did my best to keep from acknowledging him. I wanted to keep him guessing.

Although I was only 27, I knew how to play the game. A woman needs to use all of her given assets to get ahead in the world. In high school, charm and flirtation were usually enough to ensure an “A” among the male teachers, although I did have to give the math teacher a blowjob before he gave me an undeserved “A”. Math was always my worst subject. College was different. It wasn’t enough to wear revealing tops without a bra or to sit in the front row with my legs spread to flash the professors. They wanted more. I was no virgin and had no moral issues with giving them what they wanted, but I did it a little at a time until they were begging for the whole package. Once the “A” was in my pocket they got what they wanted.

Grad school was a breeze. The only two courses where I struggled were statistics and accounting. Fortunately, both were taught by males. The statistics professor was timid and shy, but I could tell he liked girls. After many hours of tutoring me privately while I tortured him sexually, I received an “A”. The accounting professor was more difficult. He was older and married, but he was a man. I showed him all the things I could do that his wife wouldn’t do, a little at a time. I made him beg for it. He gave me a copy of the final exam.

I only had to use sex once to get ahead at MR&D, but not with another employee. I was a junior member on a team servicing a new account. During a senior level meeting with the client, I noticed their vice president giving me lecherous looks. I subtly encouraged him. He invited me to his hotel room for a private meeting. After several more private meetings, I told him that I wanted to become account manager for one of their product lines. I got promoted, but I could tell the team leader didn’t like that. I applied for an opening to manage an even bigger product on another team and was promoted again without having to fuck anyone. Then, at age 27, I was named co-team leader with Tyler on a major account. It was the opportunity I had been waiting for.

“Tyler, this project is going to be so exciting, I said putting my hand on Tyler’s arm. “We both have an opportunity to make a big impact. Why don’t we get to know each other better on a personal basis? Perhaps we could meet for drinks or even dinner. I know a perfect place.”

I squeezed his arm gently and leaned in closer. My eyes moved to his lips. I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue and looked up into his eyes. I was using all my willpower to control my emotions. He was a good looking man. I could feel that familiar churning in my loins that reminded me I hadn’t had sex in several weeks. I would have to be careful with him.

“Or, you could come over to my place and we could order take-out. That way we wouldn’t be distracted by all the background noise.”

 

[Gr8chtr]

Fortunately, notwithstanding my musings about Jill's sex life, I had absorbed enough of Grant's presentation to know what he expected and what ideas he had about the project. I guessed that Jill had done the same. It was now time to actually get started. So, the thought crossed my mind that as soon as Grant left, I would suggest to Jill that she and I decamp to my office - mine, not hers of course, making sure to take every opportunity for advantage - and lay out a detailed plan for what each of us would work on. As Grant left, I took a breath to begin to speak.

Why don’t we get to know each other better on a personal basis? Perhaps we could meet for drinks or even dinner. I know a perfect place.

I was nearly left speechless by this unthinkable, sudden turn. What the fuck was this woman doing? Then, it struck me. How dumb could I be? "She's trying to seduce me to gain the upper hand!" Well, I could go to dinner in a cute restaurant, maybe flirt a little myself, and not take my eyes off of my game.

Or, you could come over to my place and we could order take-out. That way we wouldn’t be distracted by all the background noise.

Double fuck! Shit! This woman is playing for keeps. "Ok, you smug, smartass," I thought, "let's see how tough a fighter you really are."

Grinning broadly while holding her gaze I said, "Well, Jill, maybe you have point. We will really need to know each other well to pull off this big account as co-leaders. And.. you have a point. Noisy restaurants are just so distracting."

I paused a beat or two, before continuing.

"But, who needs greasy Chinese food or pizza? I happen to be a reasonably good cook. So, how about we go to my place. We can get to know each other better by me cooking a meal for both of us."

 

[jenni_bean]

Jill

His place? Tyler wanted home field advantage. I wasn’t sure how to react. If I said no, he would get the upper hand by putting me on the defensive in trying to justify why I was willing to meet in my place and not his. If I said yes, he would control the situation by putting me in an unfamiliar environment. I had played right into his hands, but I still had a trump card. I was a woman that had been born with assets men craved. I knew how to use them to get what I wanted. He might have the home field advantage, but I knew how to beat him on his own turf.

“Sure, Tyler. I would love to come by your place. I’ll bring the wine.”

We agreed on 7PM. I left work early to prepare. After showering, I slipped on a white thong and pulled on a pair of low-cut jeans that molded tightly to my butt and left little to the imagination about what was underneath. My top was a short button down white shirt that molded nicely to my breasts and was opened on top to show a generous amount of cleavage. I wore a thin bra so my nipples would be noticeable through my top. I put on two-inch red heels to accentuate my butt and applied the perfect mix of makeup that suggested I might be available. I picked out two bottles of wine and took an Uber over to his place. I knocked on the door.

 

[Gr8chtr]

It had been clear to me what Jill was up to, trying to distract me with her sexual allure, or at least dull my desire to best her in this competition. Getting her to agree to meet for dinner at my house was quite a coup, I thought. But, I had other plans as well.

I had most of the dinner prepared before Jill's arrival, just needing some finishing touches. When she knocked on the door I took a few deep breaths and walked calmly to open the door and invite her in. "Keep your cool," I told myself, adding "Think with the head on your shoulders, not the head between your legs."

I was sure that she would dress in some alluring fashion. I thought I was prepared, but I was not prepared for what I saw when I opened the door. Wearing her tight jeans and short, button down white shirt, Jill would turn men's heads anywhere. To top it off her come-fuck-me high heels sent a clear message. Try as I could, I could not stop myself from running my gaze up and down her body.

In thinking this through in advance I had decided that, if at all possible, I should not touch her in any way at all, but in a flash of brilliance I took a different course. As Jill stepped through my door I held out my hand and offered her a very business-like handshake, smiling warmly, but not too casually. Taking the bottles of wine and thanking her for them, I gestured to the table that I had already set.

Quickly finishing up dinner preparations, I sat food down on the table, with the manner that one might expect at a stuffy dinner party. Then I spoke:

"Thanks, Jill, for agreeing to come to dinner here. I know it was your idea and it was gracious of you to accept my counter offer of coming here rather than eating at your place. I hope you like what I have prepared. "

I paused for just a moment, then added, "Since this is really a working dinner to help us begin our work on the project, I have written up some ideas for your consideration. I thought that as soon as we finish dinner, we could just sit right here and look those over. I have an early morning obligation tomorrow so we'll need to be done here no later than 8:30."

 

[jenni_bean]

Jill

“You don’t have to play games with me, Tyler. I’m not out to get you. I just want our project to be successful, and for that to happen we need to get to know each other better.”

I leaned forward on my elbows and looked into his eyes.

“I’m going to be blunt with you, Tyler. You are an attractive man. You may have noticed that I am a woman. We’ll be working in close proximity. An unspoken air of sexuality is going to exist. I’m not suggesting anything. I’m just putting it out there so we can figure out a way to deal with it.”

I picked up my glass of wine and drained it.

“On the other hand, we’re both grown-ups. Neither of us, to my knowledge, is in a relationship. I’ve been with my share of men. I assume you’ve been with a number of women. Perhaps the best way to handle the unspoken “air of sexuality” is to diffuse it before it becomes a problem.”

I stood and began unbuttoning my top.

“I won’t be ready to discuss your ideas until I have read them. Certainly not tonight. Let’s go back to the bedroom and work on getting to know each other. I’m sure we can be finished by 8:30.”

 

[Gr8chtr]

Tyler

I was dumbstruck. I had anticipated the possibility that Jill would try to overwhelm my defenses by being flirtatious and maybe even subtly touching my leg with hers under the table, but I had never imagined this. I was totally unprepared.

Let’s go back to the bedroom and work on getting to know each other. I’m sure we can be finished by 8:30.

I only had two choices: (1) Just say "no", be very direct with her and escort her out of my place, or (2) just say "what the fuck" to myself and go with it. Jill's attire and her unbuttoning of her snug shirt made up my mind for me.

I moved quickly to Jill's side, took her hand and led her to my bedroom. Once there, I turned to her and put my hand of the first top button of her shirt that she had not yet unbuttoned. Gazing deeply into her eyes, I said, "I think unbuttoning your shirt is my job. You are welcome to return the favor if you like."

 

[jenni_bean]

Jill

I had not expected Tyler to accept my invitation or I wouldn’t have offered. I knew that once I let him fuck me I would be ceding power. My advantage was in making him desire me but not letting him sample the goods until exactly the right moment. I had misjudged the situation and overplayed my hand. Now he was calling my bluff. I needed to find a way to turn the tables back in my favor.

“Deal. I’ll let you take off my shirt and then I’ll take off yours. After that… well, we’ll have to wait and see.”

He finished unbuttoning my blouse. I let it fall open. My hard nipples were completely exposed through the sheer see-thru bra. I shrugged the blouse off my arms and let it fall to the floor. Then I reached behind to unfasten my bra. It slid down my arms. My 35-c breasts bounced free. I let him get an eyeful before I reached out and removed his shirt. I put my hands on the well-toned muscles of his torso.

“I feel like I already know you better, Tyler. It’s going to be a real pleasure working with you.”

I slid my hands around the back of his neck and moved closer until the tips of my nipples brushed against him. I kissed him on the neck, gently raking my teeth across the thin skin. Then I stepped away and reached down to pick up my blouse and bra.

“I think that’s enough ‘getting to know each other’ for one night. And, as you said, we have work tomorrow. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I turned and headed towards the door.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Deal. I’ll let you take off my shirt and then I’ll take off yours. After that… well, we’ll have to wait and see.

Having made the decision to succumb to Jill's outrageous suggestion, I was now getting aroused by the second. My jeans were becoming so tight in the crotch that I wasn't sure that I would walk to the bedroom. Staring, as I was, at Jill's hot body I hardly heard her words, but something struck me almost as "business like" about her tone. And what was this "we’ll have to wait and see" all about?

Those nagging thoughts all disappeared as I unbuttoned Jill's blouse and she doffed her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts and her hardening nipples. Add to that her pulling us together and touching my now-bare chest had me over the top. Almost nothing but lust filled my brain.

Then, what the fuck? She stepped back and casually picked up her blouse and bra. I think that’s enough ‘getting to know each other’ for one night. And, as you said, we have work tomorrow. I’ll see you in the morning.

What the fuck, squared? Then, it came to me as I watched her head toward the door. This was all just outright manipulation. Nothing else. My lust took on an angry edge. How dare she?

I took three quick, long steps and grabbed Jill by the wrist before she could get anywhere near the door to leave. I pulled her back in, wrapping my arm around her and twisting her back to facing me. Hissing through my quickening breath I said, "I know what you're doing. Nobody can cock-tease me like you just did and get away with it. Unless you truly had absolutely no erotic attraction to me, we're going to finish right now what you started."

I pulled her even closer, her blouse and bra still hanging in her hand. Our bare torsos collided for the second time. I slammed my open mouth on hers and thrust my tongue inside, daring her - daring her - to respond in kind because I knew - and I guessed that she knew - that if she returned my ardor we would fuck each other like there was no tomorrow.

 

[jenni_bean]

Jill

I was caught off guard. I had obviously pushed him too far. Tyler was much stronger than me. He could take me against my will and there was nothing I could do. My only chance to regain the upper hand would be to play along and take control when he gave me an opening. I felt his tongue push into my mouth. I relaxed and kissed him back swirling my tongue against his in a dance of passion. I crushed my breasts against his chest and pressed my pussy over his hardness. I felt him becoming more aroused. That’s when I made my move. I took his lower lip between my teeth and bit down hard. I licked off the trickle blood running down to his chin and shoved my tongue back into his mouth. I slid my lips around to his ear.

“I’m not sure you’re man enough for me, but it was nice getting to know you. If you ask nicely, I’ll give you a blowjob just because you’re my partner. Then I need to get home and prepare for tomorrow.”

 

[Gr8chtr]

Jill's response to my passionate kiss only stoked my arousal. It seemed to me that we were headed in the direction that I wanted to go. Then, shit!, she bit my lip so hard that it drew enough blood to run down my chin. Was this some kind of kinky sex move of hers? I wasn't sure how to respond.

I’m not sure you’re man enough for me, but it was nice getting to know you. If you ask nicely, I’ll give you a blowjob just because you’re my partner. Then I need to get home and prepare for tomorrow.

Fuck! On top of biting my lip Jill insulted my manhood. Now I got it; she was still jockeying for position. That really pissed me off. Moreover, a thought ran through my mind that instantly changed my perception of her.

I backed away from Jill so that I could look directly at her and said, "I just realized, Jill, after all of our efforts to out maneuver each other, you're all show. You can throw insults at my manhood, but you don't have the balls to go one-on-one with me in the bedroom. Shit, you're probably not even a good fuck anyway. "

I could see the confused look in Jill's eyes. She didn't expect this. I continued, "So, no, don't offer me a friendly blow job as a half measure; I'm not interested. If you don't want to finish what you started tonight, just leave. But know that if you do, every time from now on that I see you in the office, sit across the table from you or work with you on a presentation, despite what I may say to you at the time, I will be thinking, 'There's Jill, the empty suit, the fraud.'"

 

[jenni_bean]

Jill

I should have walked away. It would have been the smart thing to do, but my ego wouldn’t let me leave without a response. He had called me a coward, a cock tease, and a bad fuck. I couldn’t let those words linger. I also couldn’t let him gain the upper hand. I stepped back and began to unfasten my jeans.

“I’ve fucked a lot of men, Tyler. You would just be one more. Is that what you want? To be another conquest, another notch in my bedpost? I’ll be happy to get on the bed, spread my legs, and let you jerk off inside me while I lay there like a rag doll.”

I stepped out of my jeans and panties and stood in front of him completely naked. After giving him an eyeful of my assets, I moved over to the bed, got on my back, and spread my legs.

“Isn’t that what you want - for me to prove that I’m a bad fuck? I can do that, but a real man would know how to fuck me the way I liked to be fucked. Are you a real man, Tyler? Prove it.”

 

[Gr8chtr]

Jill was challenging me now, I realized, with her taunt: a real man would know how to fuck me the way I liked to be fucked. Are you a real man, Tyler? Prove it. I couldn't let her win, but I was on defense now. If I just threw myself on her, jammed my very hard cock into her and started to thrust hard, she would work like hell to not cum, then claim that I was nothing but an oaf, not man enough for her.

I decided that a mixture of teasing and hard action would be my best bet. She wasn't counting on anything subtle.

I walked toward the end of the bed and growled, "Fuck you the way you like to be fucked? Fine. You got it."

Mimicking her move, I stepped out of my jeans and underpants, letting my big cock spring into a full erection. I reached over and grabbed each of her ankles with one of my hands, holding on tightly. With one quick move I moved back and pulled, pulling her far enough down the bed that her lower legs were half off.

I was sure that she expected me to jump on top of her, but instead I got down on my knees at the foot of the bed. Alternating between her left and right legs I began to kiss her inner calves, working my way up to her thighs. Each time I flicked my tongue on her skin, teasing her unmercifully. As soon as I got far enough to reach her right breast with my left hand, I started to knead it, using my fingers to flick her hard nipples. I could hear her breaths becoming shorter, approaching a gasp, mimicking my own breathing.

When I got to her wet pussy I paused briefly and locked our gazes before continuing. My tongue easily found Jill's clit. I teased it with the tip of my tongue before moving down to do the same to her labia. My tongue movements picked up speed as did my fondling of her breast and my increasingly hard grasp on her left leg with my right hand.

Steeling myself to control my breath, I stopped, looked up and said, "Like the appetizer, Jill? I think you'll like the main course even better.

 

[jenni_bean]

Jill

I had no idea how he would react. What if I had pushed him too hard, if I had made him so angry that he might get rough with me? He was certainly bigger than me and could take me any way he wanted. It wasn’t that I objected to rough sex. In fact, I liked it. I was more concerned about giving him power over me. I lose control when I’m getting fucked hard, and the last thing I wanted to do tonight was lose control.

"Fuck you the way you like to be fucked? Fine. You got it."

When he stepped out of his jeans and briefs I had to stifle a gasp. His hard cock poked up from between his thighs like a rocket, and it was definitely a nice looking cock - long and thick with a swollen crown at the top. I felt my pussy twitch just imagining how it would feel inside me. He moved to the foot of the bed and pulled me forward. I was expecting him to climb on top and fuck me, hoping I could control myself enough to just lay there and let him do it. Instead, he surprised me and dropped his head between my legs. It was like he knew my triggers. I love to be eaten and get very aroused when someone plays with my nipples. He did both.

"Like the appetizer, Jill? I think you'll like the main course even better.”

I didn’t have an answer. I put my hands on his head and moaned as I pulled his mouth tight against my pussy. I knew he was in control, at least for the moment. I decided to let it play out and enjoy myself before I turned the tables.

“Oh fuck…oh god yes...eat me Tyler...lick my pussy. Make me cum.”

 

[Gr8chtr]

Oh fuck…oh god yes...eat me Tyler...lick my pussy. Make me cum.

Jill's words were music to my ears. At least for now, I had one. She was practically begging me. I considered not making her cum, teasing her even more, then stopping. But, then I thought, "What the fuck? When a woman asks you to make her cum, you shouldn't need to be asked twice."

I had discovered how she reacted to my various moves, which one's made her shake, which ones made her moan. Now was no time to change tactics. I continued to fondle her right breast even harder and grip her left leg like it was in a vise. But I knew that that wasn't her trigger, my mouth action was.

I attacked Jill's pussy with my mouth, alternately scrubbing her clit with my tongue and licking her pussy lips. When she gasped, I did whatever I was doing more. When she moaned, I upped by pace.

I could feel Jill's whole body ready to cum, ready to explode into uncontrollable spasms. Her arousal was arousing me. My breathing was becoming harder and harder. With one quick move, I stopped, pulled my head back out of her crotch long enough to grunt, "Now, Jill!", as I attacked her pussy one more time, this time the hardest.

 

[Gr8chtr]

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