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  “What do you think so far?” she says.

  “I like it,” Eric replies.

  “I knew you would,” she says. “And just think, we haven’t even really gotten started yet.”

  Eric doesn’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. And he doesn’t have time to ponder it, as Jasmine is already getting back to her feet. This time she’s facing him as she straddles him, one leg lying flat on the couch on each side of him.

  She doesn’t provide any relief for his cock, leaving it trapped beneath his pants while she rides him. She seems to be taking it easier for the time being, varying her pressure up a little more often, not taking him so close to the edge before giving him a chance to relax.

  Shortly after one such lull she reaches behind her back and releases her bra. She pulls it off, revealing her small but incredibly perky tits. Her nipples are rock-hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.

  Eric reaches out to grasp her nipples; he just can’t help himself, they’re simply too inviting, too perfect to not be played with.

  Jasmine lets him rub them between his fingers for a few seconds before shutting him down. She grabs ahold of his wrists and pins them back against the couch, one on either side of his head.

  “What part of no touching don’t you understand,” she asks.

  “I’m sorry,” Eric says. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Well you’d better learn to, otherwise it’s going to be a long night for you.”

  “I’ll try, mistress,” he says.

  “Not good enough,” she says. “Do it.”

  “Yes, mistress.”

  Jasmine nods and starts once again grinding on his cock. Her hands are still wrapped around his wrists and she’s still holding them tight against the couch. For some reason he finds this extremely hot. Maybe there is something to her claim that being on the other side has some of its own pleasures. He’s still not totally convinced but he has to admit that he’s feeling something different right now, an excitement that tickles him in ways that their normal sessions didn’t.

  Jasmine must have been able to read his facial expressions, as she puts words to his exact feelings shortly after they cross his mind.

  “It feels good, doesn’t it?” she says.

  He nods.

  She grips his wrists more securely, pushes them harder against the couch. Then she proceeds to grind on his cock more aggressively, bouncing up and down on his groin, riding him like a cowgirl, her face looking down on his with growing intensity.

  “Do you still want to play with my nipples?” Jasmine asks.

  “Yes, mistress,” Eric replies, the words rolling off his tongue like second nature now.

  “Then come get them,” she says, continuing to ride him.

  He starts to move his arms forward but she pushes them back into place. He flashes her a questioning look.

  “Not with your hands,” she says. “Use your mouth.”

  Eric smiles. He’s starting to enjoy this little game. He cranes his neck forward as far as it will go. But still he’s a couple centimeters short of his goal. He can see Jasmine’s glorious nipple right there, almost within reach. He looks up at her face but it’s obvious she’s not going to help him out by shifting her body forward. In fact, he starts to believe that she is deliberately setting herself up so her nipples are just barely out of reach. Her evil little smile lends credence to this idea,

  But he’s not willing to give up just yet. Wanting to see if he can circumvent her plans he sticks out his tongue and gives her left nipple a good, long lick.

  Jasmine can’t hide the groan of pleasure that comes from her mouth even though she tries.

  Smiling inwardly but careful not to show it, Eric shifts his head and goes after the other nipple. But Jasmine moves back at the last moment and he once again comes up just a wee bit short.

  Disappointed, he looks up at her.

  “Come on,” she says, “You can do it.”

  Eric strains further forward, stretching his neck out as far as it will go with his arms still being pinned to the couch by Jasmine. He gets a lick in on the other nipple but before he can do anything else Jasmine pulls her body back a little further.

  “Ah, come on,” he says, his voice an exaggerated whine.

  She laughs. “You want my nipples that bad, huh?”

  He nods vigorously.

  “Fine,” she says, leaning forward far enough that he can wrap his lips around her protruding nipple.

  Eric sucks on it greedily, rolling it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. After a short while he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment.

  Jasmine releases her hold on his wrists and wraps her arms around his head. Squeezing tightly, she presses his head closer in towards her, smashing his face against her chest, forcing her nipple deeper into his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe, a sensation that he finds strangely intoxicating.

  With his mouth still attached to her nipple as though breast-feeding, Eric shifts his head and looks up at her face as best he can.

  Jasmine’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back in ecstasy. The hollow of her neck is fully exposed. She is still grinding on Eric’s cock with just as much enthusiasm as before; if anything, she’s moving faster against him.

  Eric bites down on her nipple. Not too hard, but certainly not softly.

  Jasmine groans and starts grinding him even more aggressively.

  Eric is super-excited but in no real danger of cumming yet. Now that she is allowing him to take an active (albeit limited) part in the proceedings he’s able to divert his attention away from his own pleasure.

  He bites down harder.

  Jasmine curses beneath her breath and bounces on his still-trapped cock even faster.

  He bites down one more time, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jasmine. Her body pauses, tenses up for a moment, then releases in a quick shudder. She grabs ahold of his hair and forcibly removes his mouth from her nipple. He lets it go with a pop.

  Looking up at her, Eric smiles. But she glares down at him.

  “Don’t try to tell me you didn’t like that,” he says.

  “You did good,” she admits.

  “So I get to fuck you now?”

  Jasmine laughs and shakes her head. “No, not yet. We’ve still got a ways to go before happens. If it even happens at all.”

  “Wait a minute, what does that mean?”

  “It means you have to do a hell of a lot more to please me before you get a chance to stick your dick in me,” she says. “And even if I do allow that to happen, it’s going to be me that’s fucking you. Not the other way around. But for now just shut up and do as your told, okay?”

  Sulking a little bit, Eric grumbles, “Okay.”

  “What?”

  “Yes, mistress,” he says, still in a slightly whiny voice.

  “You’re going to have to do better than that,” she says.

  “Yes, mistress,” Eric says, his voice slightly more upbeat now. “Whatever you say, mistress.”

  “I still don’t like your tone,” Jasmine says as she climbs off him, leaving a big wet spot on his leg from her drenched pussy. “It’s too bad too, because I was going to give your cock a little bit of well-earned attention before we move on to the next thing.”

  “Sorry, mistress,” he says in a truly enthusiastic manner, hoping to get back into her good graces. His cock felt like it was going to explode if it didn’t get a little loving in the near future. “I’m sorry for disappointing you. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

  “It’s too late now,” she says. “Maybe next time you’ll think a little harder before acting like a spoiled brat. Now lie down on the couch lengthwise with your back to the cushions and your face towards the ceiling.”

  Eric does as he’s told without putting up a fight. Even though he’s protesting at every turn he is truly starting to enjoy the submissive role. Jasmine had been spot-on earlier when she’d said there is s
omething liberating about just doing what you are told. He doesn’t know if it’s the lack of responsibility or the feeling of helplessness or something else entirely but he is definitely getting used to it. Even looking forward to it.

  He is just starting to wonder what’s going to come next when Jasmine climbs atop him, scoots forward until she’s straddling his head, then drops her suddenly panty-less pussy right onto his face, engulfing his mouth and nose, smothering him completely.

  Caught off guard, Eric gasps for breath. But there’s no air to be found. His world consists of Jasmine’s inner flesh and nothing else. Like a fish out of water he struggles, overwhelmed by the sweet and tangy stickiness of her juices.

  Panicking, he tries to push Jasmine off with his hands but he doesn’t have any leverage and her position is too entrenched. After a couple seconds of ineffectual resistance he gives up.

  “That’s right,” Jasmine says. “Just relax. You’ll enjoy it more.”

  Eric’s not sure about the second part but he is able to relax a bit. Even though he feels like he can’t breathe he has come to realize that there is enough air to keep him conscious, allowing his panic to subside.

  Jasmine remains in place for another minute before finally lifting herself off his face. He gasps for breath, his face red and his eyes watering.

  “Not bad,” she says, looking down at him. “Way to take it like a man.”

  “Thanks,” Eric manages. He realizes he’s smiling and his excitement has increased further.

  “Keep it up and I might even free your cock from its denim prison,” she says.

  “Just tell me what else I need to do, mistress.”

  Jasmine tilts her head, gives him a little nod of appreciation. “Do you really mean that?”

  Eric nods and looks up at her expectantly. His eyes are hungry with anticipation.

  “Open your mouth,” she says. “And keep it open no matter what.”

  He nods and does as he’s told.

  Still squatting above him, her pussy mere inches from his face and positioned directly above his open mouth, Jasmine goes to work on herself, sticking two fingers inside her pussy, working them in and out, faster and faster, until her juices are dripping from her pussy and straight into his mouth.

  “Drink it up,” Jasmine says, working herself feverishly to give Eric more of her pussy juices to swallow. “That’s a good boy,” she says, her eyes intense and boring down on him. “Do you like how I taste?”

  “I fucking love it,” he says. “Give me more. I want all of you.”

  “Yeah?” she says, her excitement audible. “You want more?”

  He nods vigorously.

  Jasmine’s left hand gets involved, going to work on her clit while she continues banging herself with her other hand. She works herself over in both places until she’s right on the verge of orgasm. “Stick out your tongue,” she says. “Now.”

  Eric obliges.

  Jasmine drops her pussy back onto his face, grinding his face and riding his tongue while continuing to work her clit with her fingers.

  As she drops onto his face Eric finds his excitement reaching new places. He loves the taste and feel of her insides; silky smooth and sweet and tangy and salty all at the same time. Because she’s riding his face instead of smothering him, Eric is able to see up the length of her body while she moves back and forth against him. Her head is thrown back and her back is arched and she’s making sounds he’s never heard from her (or any other woman, for that matter) before.

  Then he feels her body tense up for just a moment, followed by the loudest, most intense moan of the night, and then his face is drenched even further by her juices as she reaches orgasm.

  “Holy fucking shit,” she cries, leaning forward and grasping the edge of the couch as she catches her breath. “That felt so fucking good.” She seems to be talking to herself more than him. Which is fine. As long as she’s happy.

  “You liked that, huh?” he says, risking her ire.

  “I liked it a lot,” she replies, sliding down onto his chest and leaning over to plant a kiss on his lips. “In fact, I liked it so much I might actually free your dick from where it’s been trapped all evening. Would you like that?”

  “I would like that very much, mistress,” he says.

  “Good answer,” Jasmine says. “Very good answer.”

  She slides down his body and positions herself between his legs. Working slowly, methodically, drawing it out, Jasmine undoes his zipper, reaches in, unfurls his cock from inside his pants, and frees it. It’s sticking straight up in the air, as hard as it’s ever been in his life.

  Eric gasps in relief. He never would have thought how good it could feel just to pull his cock out of his pants. And there, he realizes, lies the genius of Jasmine’s approach. All the things he’d taken for granted in the past could be of far greater importance than he’d ever imagined. Under the right circumstances even the tiniest of things could bring great relief and incredible pleasure. It’s all dependant on how you handle the situation. It’s something he’ll try to remember from now on.

  All Eric’s deep thoughts are suddenly forgotten the moment Jasmine wraps her lips around his cock.

  “Holy shit,” he says, his eyes fluttering and his breath catching in his chest.

  “You like that, do you?” Jasmine says, smiling up at him.

  He nods.

  She takes him in her mouth again, gives him a couple of quick sucks, then slides his cock back out of her mouth. She scoots back on the couch a bit and runs her tongue up and down his shaft a couple of times before taking his balls in her mouth.

  Eric makes a low groaning sound as she suckles on his balls while her hand slowly jerks him off.

  Jasmine maintains eye contact the entire time, looking up at him from behind his balls, her gaze intense and playful at the same time.

  Eric isn’t sure how much more he can take and he wants to make sure he at least gets his dick inside her before he cums, so he reaches down and grabs her shoulders and tries to pull her up to him.

  Jasmine slaps his hands away. “What do you think you’re doing?” she says.

  “I need to stick my dick inside you.”

  “Oh, you need to, do you?” she asks, her tone serious but her eyes telling a different story.

  Eric nods.

  “How do you ask?” Jasmine says.

  “Please,” Eric says.

  “Please what?”

  “Please ride my cock,” he says.

  She tilts her head sideways, waiting for more.

  “Mistress,” he adds.

  “Say the whole thing.”

  Biting down on his frustration, Eric says, “Please ride my cock, mistress. I can’t take it anymore. I need my cock inside of you. Please.”

  “Fine,” she says in mock disdain. “But only because you asked nicely.”

  And with that, she lifts herself onto her knees and climbs atop him.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” she asks. “Because there are still a whole hell of lot more things I can do to you.”

  “This is what I want,” Eric replies. “You can do more things to me some other night. Whatever you want. But right now I need to fuck you.”

  “If you insist,” Jasmine says. She grabs ahold of his cock, lifts herself up a bit, shifts her position so she’s squatting over him with her feet on the couch, then slides his cock into her pussy.

  Her pussy is so slippery, so soft, so inviting, so luscious; it’s like sliding into a vat of exotic oil.

  The first few seconds after entering her are always the toughest, and tonight even more so because of the torture that she put his cock through up until this point. It’s all Eric can do to not cum right then and there.

  But after Eric weathers the first few seconds of the storm it gets easier. Jasmine works him like the expert she is, her hands on his chest, moving her body up and down in a deliberate rhythm, taking the entire length of his cock inside her with every thrust
.

  “You like it when I bounce on your cock?” she says, staring right at him.

  Eric nods.

  “Tell me how much you like it,” Jasmine says, carefully controlling her voice so she seems like she’s in total control of herself, unaffected by the situation. Whether she is or not Eric doesn’t know but she’s certainly doing a good job of making it look like she is. For some curios reason her apparent disinterest turns him on even more.

  “I fucking love it,” he says, his voice coming out louder than he’s expecting.

  “Do you want me to ride you even harder?”

  “Yes please, mistress,” Eric says.

  “Beg for it,” Jasmine says. “Beg for me to ride your cock until you explode inside of me.”

  “Please, mistress,” he says. “Please ride me until I cum. I need it. Make me cum, mistress.”

  She shifts so her legs are lying flat on the couch and starts riding his cock faster and faster, her body slamming down onto him, smashing his balls at the bottom of every thrust, causing just the right amount of pain to keep him on edge of orgasm without any danger of going over.

  Eric tries to take a deep breath but his body is just too wound up. Something about her having control, riding him like he’s a worthless piece of meat turns him on more than he’d ever thought possible. He longs for more abuse at her hands but knows that his time tonight is almost at an end. He’s simply enjoying this too much to go on much longer.

  He reaches up with his hands to try and prolong how long he can hold out by taking some semblance of control over the situation but she’s having none of it.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Jasmine says as she grabs ahold of his wrists before he touches her flesh. “This is my rodeo, mister. I call the shots here. You don’t get to do shit unless I say so.”

  She pushes his arms back near his head, holding them down on the couch, one on either side of his head, while she continues to ride him like an insane cowgirl.

  Because she’s holding his wrists up near his head, Jasmine is now leaning over Eric, giving her even more leverage to hammer away on his cock. She’s holding nothing back now, lifting her entire body up and then dropping it down onto him, giving him her full weight with every thrust, impaling herself on his stiff cock.