Trying Them Out

[Jessica_Lady]

Looking down at Marian lying exhausted on my bed, I realized I was already getting bored with her. At first, like the others, her willingness to let me take her to bed any time I wanted was quite an attraction. She was always just so easy! But now she’s just another wet pussy to me … another college girl needing my female touch to get her to climax.

Yes … Marian was a mistake … my mistake … and now it’s time to dispose of her. I never should have hooked up with a girl like this again – a girl already experienced and comfortable with older women like me. As with so many of the other girls I’ve used, I thought the ten year (plus!!!) difference in our age would provide some amount of tension and hesitancy on her part – providing the sexual challenge I’ve really been searching for all these years.

Unfortunately, like all the others, there was none of that. She was just another slutty college girl looking for someone to take care of her needy pussy. Oh well – I’ve wasted enough time on her. I might as well get her out of here and then look for the right kind of girl for my entertainment.

“Up” I told her, not as gently as I usually do when it’s time for her to go. “You have to go now”. I slapped her ass much harder than ever before. I needed her attention for this and the pain would get it for me.

“Owww …” she exclaimed “That really hurt!”

She looked over at me without getting up and I told her again it was time for her to leave.

“Why are you being like this?” she said timidly, apparently sensing something else was going on here.

“I’m done with you, babe, time for you to move on.”

Marian just looked at me, not ready to accept what I was telling her.

“Out!” I cried, losing my patience. I picked her jeans and top up off the floor and threw them at her. Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her off my bed and shoved her toward the open bedroom door.

“Jessie, why? What did I do?” she whined.

“Just go babe. I’m done with you.”

She bent over to pick up her panties from the floor but I placed my foot over them to stop her.

“No … those belong to me now, sweetheart. A little souvenir to remind me of Marian the Slut!” I declared.

Marian looked up at me, hurt and disappointed and the stupid girl even tried to pull her panties out from under my foot. She realized how serious I was when I slapped her bare ass again so hard that she stumbled forward and almost fell down.

“Get Out!” I cried, beginning to lose my patience with this girl.

She stood up without her panties and began to dress. I watched her dress one last time as tears began to slide down her cheeks. Not a bad body, really. Actually very enjoyable for a while. But there would be plenty others in this college town – I just had to find a girl more suitable for what I wanted.

Once I heard the outside door close and saw her walking out to her car, I took her panties over to my chest of drawers where I had stored all the other panties I had collected over the years. Marians weren’t much different from any of the others, not really. Why should they be? She was just like the other girls. I needed something different. I needed a challenge. A girl unprepared for a woman like me. I needed to see fear in a girl’s eyes the first time I dragged her to bed. A girl that needed to be educated.

 

[krissyc351]

I knew I shouldn’t have come to this damn party! The school announced it would check out all frat parties like this to make sure there isn’t any drinking by under 21’s and now that bitch from the campus police is looking at me. She knows I’m not 21 and now I’m screwed.

“I’m Detective Coltrane from Campus Security” she introduced herself. “Would you care to give me your name?”

“Krissy” I replied meekly. I was trying to sound brave but it just came out as a pathetic squeak.

“Are you prepared to tell me you’re of legal drinking age, Krissy?”

I looked at her for a few seconds and wondered why a police officer would not be in uniform.

“Are you really a detective?” I asked, hoping this was just a joke.

She just smiled and flipped out a badge from a black wallet and my heart sank. Sure enough, it said “Detective”. I didn’t have anything to say. I just hoped she would be willing to just give me a warning.

“How much have you had to drink tonight, Krissy?” She put her badge back into her jeans pocket and stared at me.

“Hardly anything” I replied, but as soon as I said that I knew it was a mistake because I was holding a nearly empty 16 ounce beer mug. She looked at it and then at me and almost laughed.

“Was that full when you started on it?” she asked.

I already felt dumb getting caught like this so I wasn’t about to make it worse by saying something like I only filled it up halfway at the tap. I told her no. It was full.

“And have you also been smoking tonight, little girl?”

Somehow, calling me “little girl” made me feel better. Maybe acting somewhat less than formal meant I had a chance of getting off. I would do anything if she let me off with a warning - or whatever else the police could do to me.

“I didn’t have anything like that – really I didn’t” I told her truthfully. “Really – I NEVER do that when there are boys around. Honestly, I know I can’t do that in a place like this.”

She looked at me carefully for several seconds, studying me like she was deciding if I was being truthful with her.

“Should I believe you about that, Krissy?”

“Yes officer” I replied.

“Detective!” she reprimanded me firmly, still looking at me like I was in serious trouble.

“Really - I learned that from before.” I was starting to sound truly scared. I was truly scared. I could get thrown out for this.

“So you’ve been in this situation before?” she asked, looking me over from head to toe. Was she trying to assess what type of girl I was?

Her eyes seemed to be scanning my top. Unfortunately I put on a halter top tonight and it didn’t do much to hide the shape of my small breasts. It was like I was trying to let everybody know: yes, they’re small, but they do look good anyway, right?

She turned her attention back to my face and asked if I always dressed like this at parties where there’s drinking. OMG I thought– she thinks I’m just some sort of slut that comes here to get drunk and then laid. I’m SO SCREWED.

“No …” I whimpered. There was nothing else to say. Even my jeans showed off my body. My ass. Yes, I do that on purpose. But who doesn’t? There’s nothing wrong with that, right? I wanted to tell her all that but I was just so scared and defeated that I just wanted this to be over with. Whatever happened, at least it would be over.

“I think it’s best that you come with me young lady”. She took my wrist and I thought I was getting handcuffed but I was wrong. Probably she wasn’t afraid I would try to resist. It would be stupid to try that. She wasn’t a big woman at all but her strong grip told me she was built solid. I knew police women worked on that. Strength and stamina and all that in case they had to deal with men. If she was ready for men I was no threat to her.

As she led me toward the door she released my wrist and took my hand instead. I was at least a little relieved that it wouldn’t be so obvious I was being taken into custody. I was already embarrassed enough.

 

[Jessica_Lady]

I never would have believed it would be so easy. Are all 19 year-old girls really this gullible? This pretty little thing just swallowed everything I told her and now she was actually leaving the party with me. I’m glad I thought to take her hand instead of pulling her along by her wrist. People were starting to notice how scared she looked and holding a scared girl by her hand looks much better than pulling her along by her wrist.

“What’s gonna happen to me?” Krissy asked in that sweet, trembling voice of hers.

“You and I need to have a long talk, young lady” I told her as I led her up the street towards my car.

“Am I gonna be arrested?” she timidly asked once we had left the party house far behind us and we were all alone on the quiet and deserted street. Her voice was unsteady and she sounded like she would break out in tears if I said yes. Good, I thought, she’s nice and scared.

“Do you want to be arrested little girl”

“No …” she sniffled quietly.

“You knowingly broke the law AND the school rules and even pretty girls like you can’t get away with that”

“Please … “she sobbed. “I promise I’ll never to do that again”

“Here’s my car” I told her as I opened the door for her to get in.

“My parents … if they find out …”

“If you cooperate …” I told her sternly, cutting her off in mid-sentence. “… maybe we can avoid telling your parents”

I shut her in the car and got in the other side. She immediately resumed pleading her case.

"I will … I’ll cooperate. Just tell me what I have to do”

“Look young lady” I said, starting the car and looking over at her before driving off. “Maybe I can keep you from actually being put under arrest. Would that make you happy?”

“Yes … yes … as long as my parents don’t find out”

“Well then, I think we can keep them from finding out what happened tonight if I decide I don’t have to take you to the station”

“You don’t … really … you don’t have to take me there” she said hopefully.

"Are you sure about that young lady? That would be breaking protocol and I could get in trouble doing you a favor like that"

"Please ... just give me another chance ... don't take me there"

“Well then ... I can take you to my place instead of the station. I need to explain to you exactly why girls your age should never go out like that and drink and smoke and do all the other things you do at those parties. You need to understand how vulnerable you are when you’re intoxicated”

“My parents won’t find out?” she asked optimistically, not even suspecting exactly how I planned to make her "understand".

I looked over at her and saw the tears still sliding done her pretty cheeks. She was looking back at me expectantly, hoping I would confirm that her parent would not find out about this. I turned away without answering and kept driving.

 

[krissyc351]

Why won’t she answer me? Is she still gonna tell my parents? Maybe she can’t arrest me if she doesn’t take me to the station. Maybe she’s just gonna give me a lecture and let me go. I just have to behave and be nice. I can’t let my parents find out about this.

“Where are we?” I asked when she turned into this long driveway leading to a very large and very expensive looking house.

“We’re home” she said, stopping the car in front of the garage. We had to sit and wait while the opener lifted the door so we go drive through. Only after the car had come to a stop and the garage door had completely closed did she get out of the car. I wanted to show her I was trying to obey and attempted to open my own door but it was locked.

“I tried to open it” I explained hoping she wouldn’t be mad at me for making her open the door for me “but it was locked”

The way she looked at me made me think I did something wrong. I didn’t’ know what, so when she took my wrist I just let her lead me into the house like that without complaining. She took me down a long hall and then into a large room with a fireplace and enough furniture to seat 12 people. She sat me down on the couch in front of the fireplace and told me to sit there and wait for her to come back.

I was on the biggest couch in the room, a long sectional with big soft cushions. There was heat coming from the fireplace so I knew the fire must not be completely out. Between me and the fireplace was a very wide rug, very thick and fluffy. The thought occurred to me that I didn’t even know this ladies first name. She was just Detective Coltrane. I didn’t hear her approaching so I was startled when she put a glass down on the table next to me.

“Just a little something to help you relax” she said as she crossed in front of me to get the fire going again.

OMG - she changed her clothes. Why would she do that? Why did she put that dress on? Cops don’t dress like that.

I watched her working on the fire and began to realize this whole thing could be a setup.

OMG - maybe she’s not even a cop. Maybe she isn’t even with the campus police. I didn’t know WHO she is - and now I’m scared!

“Who else is here?” I asked warily.

She turned and walked slowly toward me. She had nothing on her feet or legs. Just that skimpy black dress – and, obviously, very little underneath. She was scaring me with the look she had on her face. A look that confirmed I was right.

She’s not a cop.

 

[Jessica_Lady]

Ahhh – this stupid little girl is finally seeing things more clearly.

“There’s nobody else here” I told her. “It’s just me and you”

She sat there unable to move, perhaps unable to fully comprehend the situation she was in.

“Why did you bring me here if you’re not a cop?” she asked, her pretty light blue eyes looking around the room as though searching for a way out.

Sitting down next to her on the couch, I reached over to the glass I had placed on the side table and handed it to her. She took it from me and held it away from her body as though afraid to drink it.

“You really don’t know why I would bring you here?” I asked her in a gentle but firm voice. I picked up my own glass from the same table and took a sip as she silently stared at the wine in her own glass, contemplating what she just heard.

“I think I should go” she said quietly, her eyes not leaving the glass she held in her trembling hands.

I let her statement hang in the quiet room for several moments, the only sound coming from the small crackling fire a few feet away. I could see she was beginning to understand the only reason a woman like me would bring a younger girl like her to my empty home. Her eyes wandered to where my bare thighs were resting against her legs and she shifted her body in an unsuccessful attempt to put some space between my body and hers.

“Do you really think I’m ready to let you leave?” I asked, gently brushing her long blond hair away from her eyes.

She looked at me and said nothing.

“Why don’t you relax and have some of your wine. I think it’ll help you feel better about this.”

“About what?” she asked nervously.

I just looked at her and decided she had a good idea what I wanted but she wasn’t ready to admit it to herself. This girl really is as innocent as I suspected when it comes to how attractive she is to women like me. She really has no clue.

“Tell me …” I asked her gently “… did you dress like this hoping to entice some guy into taking you to some room at the back of the house and use you like a worthless slut?”

“No …” she protested immediately, looking at me as though I had just insulted her. “I just dress like this … I mean … this isn’t bad … I just like the way I look.”

“Krissy, you’re a lovely girl …” I told her “… you know that.”

The slight shrug of her shoulders was her weak attempt at self-modesty. This girl knew she was a hot bitch in that tight top of hers and she knew very well what guys thought when they looked at her. What she apparently didn’t understand was that many women would also find her body very attractive.

“You have a lovely body” I explained “… and you know how to show it off …”

Very cautiously, she lifted the wine glass to her lips and took a small slip.

“There were a number of pretty girls there but I chose you” I told her.

“Chose me for what?” she asked uneasily, looking at me with a troubled expression on her face.

Krissy was beginning to understand but she was the type of girl that needed something like this explained to her in a way that left no doubt. I put my glass back on the table and then leaned over and kissed her lightly on her cheek. She flinched when I did that but I got the feeling she knew where this was going now.

I got to my feet and looked down at the girl wondering how much coercion was going to be required to get what I wanted from her. I wasn’t worried. She was carefully picked from a room full of girls not only for her good looks but for her small physical size. She wasn’t any taller than 5’2” or 5’3” and had the typical slight build of a girl overly concerned with staying slim. She was actually on the skinny side with no upper body muscle strength at all - the perfect prey for someone like me.

“Put your glass down Krissy” I ordered with just a suggestion of authority.

As expected, she hesitated. She had been nervous about being alone with me from the start but now she was looking scared. Fine. I know how to enjoy scared girls as much as anybody. I lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at me.

“Put your glass down” I repeated sternly but she was reverting to the behavior of a young child, thinking she would be allowed to remain where she was as long as she held onto that glass. She even took a small sip as though that would convince me to let her stay seated.

“I’m losing my patience” I scolded. “Do you want to make me mad at you?”

Disobediently, she raised the glass to her lips again and took another sip. More than a sip actually - a full mouthful. More than a girl of her stature could swallow at one time without eventually feeling the effect.

“Your glass is empty now, Krissy, would you like some more?”

She just looked up at me and handed me her glass.

“Is that a yes, sweetheart”?

She nodded and then looked away. I took the glass over to the bar but didn’t bother to fill it up. I had lost my patience with this girl and it was time to show her what would be expected of her tonight.

 

[krissyc351]

I know what she wants from me. I can’t do that. I can’t let her. I just can’t. I’ll just take my time drinking the wine when she comes back. She’ll change her mind. She won’t want me. I’ll be ok.

My heart sank when she reappeared in front of me without my glass. And then she just stared at me. For the first time I really noticed that she had an exceptional body. A very attractive lady. But I don’t do that. I tried it once and didn’t like it. Girls just don’t excite me. I’m not like that.

I felt myself trembling. I didn’t know what to do. I was trapped in this house with her and now she’s looking at me like I’ve been a bad girl. Like she’s mad at me. Is she going to hurt me? I mean, if I don’t cooperate … what will happen to me?

“Please …” I stammered “I know what you want. I can’t. I’m sorry. I just can’t.”

Saying nothing to me, she held out her hand for me to take.

“I don’t even know your name” I protested. “I’ve never even seen you before. How can you expect me to let you do … well … whatever it is you want to do to me?”

“You can call me Jessie …” she responded, taking a step closer to me. “… and believe me, I WILL do whatever I want to you.”

I wasn’t gonna let her. I crossed my arms firmly across my chest and sat where I was, trying to act brave when she walked around the couch to stand behind me. I felt her hands gathering up my hair and then my head was tugged back hard over the low back of the couch. She was making me look straight up at her and she held me like that with my hair bunched up in one hand and began caressing my cheek.

“Don’t …” I whispered softly. “Please … Jessie …”

She leaned over and kissed me on my tightly closed lips. It was a very gentle kiss. A very erotic kiss. This lady knew what she was doing but I couldn’t let her do it to me. I just didn’t do that with girls. I struggled, turning my head back and forth to try to free my hair from her grip but she just yanked my head back harder until it hurt so much that I was forced to give up.

“You’re crying baby” she said soothingly. “Did I hurt you?”

“Yes …” I whimpered. I wanted to say more but I had no idea what else I could say.

She had hurt me and I knew she could hurt me more if she wanted. “I don’t want to be hurt” I blurted.

She leaned over again and touched her lips gently to mine. This didn’t hurt. It was a very innocent little kiss and now she was caressing my cheek again. She still held my hair tightly in her hand but I didn’t struggle. I would let her kiss me. I would let her kiss me as much as she wanted if it meant she wouldn’t hurt me.

“You’re trembling, sweetheart” she whispered softly into my ear. Her tongue slid slowly up along the edge of my ear and then down again. She nibbled my earlobe and it sent a shiver throughout my body.

“Are boys good to you, Krissy?”

I was about to answer her but she kissed me on the side of my neck. It distracted me in a way that shocked me and then she kissed me again … this time a little lower on my neck.

“Tell me … do they make love to you … or do they just fuck you?”

No boy had ever made me feel like this. Her hand slipped under my chin … caressing me there and then down the front of my neck … her fingertips sliding lower … across my chest just above where my halter top covered my breasts.

“How long does a boy spend with you in bed, Krissy?”

She was now kissing me up and down my neck as she spoke to me … licking my earlobe … occasionally sweeping her tongue across my upper lip and then back across my lower lip.

“You’ve never let a woman have your body, have you sweetheart?”

I heard what she said … knew what she meant by it … I even knew where she was heading …

“You’re going to be just fine, Krissy”

I could hear myself breathing heavier now. My body felt warm all over. I didn’t understand how this was happening to me. She caressed my lower lip with her fingertip … slowly back and forth … then across my upper lip … finally pressing it between them.

“Mmmm …” she purred softly “I bet the boys love these lips around their cock”

She pushed her finger deeper into my mouth … I didn’t resist … and she started moving it in and out …

“Do you like sucking cock, Krissy?”

She pulled her finger out and slid it up the side of my right breast where my top didn’t cover me. Before I could protest, her lips pressed down tightly against mine, making it impossible for me to speak. She kissed me harder than before and I could feel her tongue attempting to slip inside me. I was breathing even heavier now and her fingers were slipping further under my top, sliding across my bare breast. She surrounded my nipple with her fingertips and I let out a soft moan. Her tongue pressed between my lips and I allowed it. Her kissing grew deeper. My nipple was taken between her fingers and squeezed firmly. I heard myself moaning and I knew I was going to let this woman have me.

 

[Jessica_Lady]

“I think it’s time to take you upstairs” I told Krissy as I gently twisted her nipple underneath her halter top. “I’ll have the rest of you in my bedroom.”

I walked around to the front of the couch and put my hand out for her to take. After a short pause, she accepted my hand and stood up. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her against me.

“You know what I’m gonna do to you up there, don’t you?” I asked as I slid my hands down her hips and around her ass. She looked up at me and I pulled her body tighter against me. She kept looking at me and I knew she wanted a kiss. I teased her with my tongue until her mouth fell open and she was practically begging me to kiss her.

“Maybe you want it right here” I said, grasping the front of her jeans and threatening to release the button. The girl just kept looking at me like all she wanted was for me to kiss her the way I was kissing her before, from behind the couch. I gave her a quick kiss instead and watched her face as I undid her button. Her eyes closed momentarily but then partially opened when I lowered her zipper.

“Why don’t you hold on sweetheart and I’ll take care of you, ok?”

I slipped my fingers between her jeans and her panties and it wasn’t long before her face fell against my chest. She was only loosely holding onto me around my waist but I attributed that to lack of experience on her part. She let out a soft gasp when my fingers slid between her thighs and then against her warm panties.

“Yes, baby. I know …” I told her as I pressed my finger firmly against her panties, pressing them between her puffy little pussy lips.

“Maybe you should take your jeans off, Krissy.”

I pushed her away from me, hard, and was pleased to see the look of dejection on her face. The poor thing wasn’t expecting to be treated like this.

“Take them off, babe.” I told her as I picked up my wine glass and took another sip.

She was stalling so I took her face in my hands and told her the way it was going to be.

“Look Krissy” I told her sternly. “You know I’m gonna take your little pussy one way or another, right?”

She just looked at me with her mouth hanging open. She didn’t expect things to go like this. I forced her head back hard and kissed her like I did before.

“If you want me to take good care of that slutty body of yours, you’ll do what I say and take them off now” I told her. “If not … well … I’ll still have fun with you … but you won’t like it.”

I pushed her back down onto the sofa and watched her contemplate what she should do. I took another sip of my wine and waited for her to make her decision. She had her hands on the tops of her jeans as though she was almost ready to take them off but something was stopping her.

“What’s the matter, babe?” I asked. “Changing your mind now?”

I walked over to the fireplace to shake up the coals and then turned around to see Krissy still sitting on the couch with her jeans on. I watched her while I finished my drink and then walked over to her. Kneeling over her on the couch, I took her face in my hands and pushed her back hard against the back of the couch. The girl was both scared AND aroused … breathing heavily ...

I began kissing her hard … deep. I was done playing games with her. I wanted this little slut up in my room and I wanted her skinny little body out of those jeans.
“I’m gonna tell you what you’re gonna do, Krissy”

I swept my tongue across her upper lip and then pressed it between her lips for another long kiss.

“You’re gonna get out of those jeans. You’re gonna follow me upstairs. You’re gonna give me your pussy ... for as long as I want it.”

I held the side of her face firmly against the back of the couch and grasped her nipple through her top. I gave her a hard squeeze until she squealed in pain …

“Do you understand, Krissy?”

… and then I kept squeezing … and twisting … until …

“Yes … please …” she gasped. “… just … stop … please … stop …”

“You sure baby?” I saw the tears forming in her eyes and decided this would be the moment she realizes she belongs to me. I just had to send the message clearly enough.

“Promise me babe … you’ll be a good girl now?”

“Please …” she panted, nearly out of breath. “I will … I … promise … just … no more … please …”

I gave her nipple one last twist and then let her go. She remained sitting by herself on the couch after I got up, tears of pain sliding down her cheeks. I allowed her a few moments to catch her breath because it was clear she was done stalling.

“You have a lovely body, Krissy.” I told her when she had begun sliding her jeans off her hips.

Mmm … this one isn't afraid to wear little black panties … such a tasty looking girl …

“You’re gonna be a delightful little fuck, you know that, sweetheart?” I told her as I snatched the jeans from her hand and tossed them away. She just just looked up at me with a look of resignation on her face. The girl looked so vulnerable in just her tiny black bikini panties and that tight little halter top of hers. Such a slut! So proud … showing off those cute little tits like that.

“I want it upstairs … now.” I demanded harshly, turning away from her to head upstairs to my bedroom.

 

[krissyc351]

I followed Jessie to the stairs where she stopped to extend her hand to me. I took it and let her lead me upstairs. She brought me down to the end of a long hall and into a small bedroom.

“This is the room for first night girls” she told me, closing the door and then pushing me to the center of the room.

I looked around and saw nothing except one round bed next to me in the middle of the room. There was no doubt about what this room was used for and as if Jessie wanted to confirm that, she was now sliding her dress off. Uncovering her scanty black panties, her little black bra. I was scared. The way she was dressed … alone with me in this room …

“Come on over here, sweetheart” she said, sitting down in the center of the bed and patting the mattress next to her. “Put it right here for me.”

Ok – so this is really happening now. Right here on this bed. This lady is gonna be the first.

“C’mon babe” she said “It’s time to give it up.”

Her eyes scanned my body up and down as I made my way to the bed. In just my little panties and halter top there wasn’t much she wouldn’t be able to do to me.

“That’s it babe” she said as I lay down next to her. “Put your ass right there for me.”

I obeyed and slid my body up to place myself on the spot where she wanted me.

“Now … are you going to be a good girl …” she asked, placing my arms out to my side.

“… or are you going to be a bad girl?”

I just looked up at her as she straddled me with her knees at my hips.

She leaned over and kissed me. Just like on the couch. I loved it. I held onto her hips and let her kiss me. I would be a good girl for her.

“Mmmm … yes … a good girl” she breathed, kissing my neck … my shoulder. “You just lay there like a good girl and I’ll give you what you want.”

She kissed behind my ear and whispered to me, telling me she was trying me out tonight. She was trying out my body to determine if she wants me back. She reached behind my neck to untie my top and then pulled the front down to uncover my breasts. Her tongue found my nipples had grown firm and she took one between her lips and tugged. I moaned very softly from the pain but she didn’t stop. I tried to look down at her, to ask her to stop, but she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back down on the bed hard.

“Jessie … please … it hurts …”

I let out a cry when she nipped my stiff nipple with her teeth but then her lips slid up my chest and up my neck … licking me up my chin and then across my lips … and into my mouth.

We kissed and when her hand slid between my thighs, I just held onto her tighter and moaned.

“Is my little Krissy gonna cum in her panties for me?” she whispered, slipping her tongue up behind my ear.

“Jessie …” I moaned softly, feeling my hips begin to press upward against her hand.

“That’s it, babe … work those hips for me …”

I began gently thrusting my hips for her. Fucking her hand.

“Work it now …” she breathed. ”… show me you want it”

I felt like I had no choice … like I was just a sex toy she was playing with. She could have used her fingers to work me so much faster but she was making me grind for it.

“C’mon baby … gotta work it harder for me …” she told me “gotta get that pussy fucked now …”

She pulled my hair hard, jerking my head back to allow her to kiss the front of my neck. I felt her lips tighten around my skin and then she began sucking. It hurt and I knew she was leaving a mark where everyone could see it but there was nothing I could do. I needed her to finish me and I tried thrusting my hips harder like she said but she was just teasing me now. She just moved her hand farther away, making it almost impossible for me to get what I needed from her.

“I don’t think you can do it, babe” she taunted, taking her hand from my panties and caressing the inside of my thighs. “”You’re not ready for this.”

The last thing I wanted was for her to stop but that’s what she did. She pulled my arms away from around her waist and got off the bed, leaving me breathless and hopeless.

OMG – why is she doing this to me? She knows I want it. She could have done it so easily. I really was all hers just for the taking. She can’t just leave me like this …

“Jessie …” I said, not really knowing what I could say to help myself.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

She just looked down at me and smiled. She knew what she had done to me. She knew I wanted her back in bed with me.

“Please … Jessie … why …?”

“What, babe?” she walked to the foot of the bed and stared at my panties. “Oh my … you’re just all so wet now, aren’t you?”

I knew I was. I could feel it. I hated the way she was teasing me but I needed her.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, sheepishly.

She crawled onto the bed again and put her hands on my hips. My body started moving again as she caressed the tops of my thighs but that’s all she was giving me.

“I know what you want, Krissy” she purred, letting her fingers slide across my wet panties.

“Jessie … please …” I pleaded. OMG what do I have to do for this … bitch … why is she being so fucking mean to me …?

“Oh, I know dear” she taunted, sliding her long fingernails up and down my panties between my swollen pussy lips. “But you just need to promise me a little something first, OK?”

“Yes …” I gasped, feeling her fingernail pressing my panties into my slit. “I will … I do … I promise …”

“Stupid little girl …” she said softly, letting her fingertips circle closer to my clit. “You don’t even know what I want from you yet.”

“Oh god …” I breathed when she brushed her fingertips across my clit. And then, moments later when she gave it a tender little squeeze, I let out a soft cry. I was learning I wouldn’t be able to resist this woman. She had me at her mercy and I would have to agree to whatever she wanted.

“Jessie … “ I gasped. She pressed the palm of her hand tightly against my panties and I began moving my hips up and down again, pressing my pussy against her hand. I was begging her to take me.

“Tomorrow night … 7 o’clock sharp” she said. “ … you get your ass over here …”

‘Yes … Jessie … “

“… and be ready to make me a happy woman.”

“… yes …” I gasped. “… I will …”

She proceeded to teach me what it’s like to be completely taken a woman.

She rubbed me until I came. It didn’t take her long. And then before I could catch my breath, her hand was under my panties, my clit taken between her fingers …

“oh my god … Jessie … oh … fuck…”

“Yea … babe …” she whispered. “you’re gonna do just fine.”