First, I'm Going to Sit on You

by Lila Cross

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  She grabbed Josh around the shoulders, looking right at his face. They were standing in front of the bed.

  "Baby," she said, "you think you can be a good boy tonight and do what I say?"

  "Huh?" Josh gave a little titter. "What do you mean?"

  "I mean," Britney said, bringing one hand up to his cheek and giving it a little smack, "that I want you to start by getting those fucking clothes off and showing me how well you can listen." She smirked at the socked look on his face. "And maybe if you're good you'll get a little reward.

  "Do you understand?"

  Britney's heart was pounding. She'd always had this side in her, the side that wanted to dominate a man and put him in her control, but she'd never quite brought it out so abruptly with someone. She was so turned on just giving those simple orders to him.

  Josh, for his part, was surprised but also very into the shift in Britney's demeanor. He found himself responding to it. He smiled, and nodded at her.

  "I understand," he said, and he got to work on getting naked like his mistress had commanded him.

  "Good," Britney said, letting out a breath and not letting Josh see that she had been wondering how he would respond to her taking control. "Make it quick. I have some things I want to do to you."

  "Yes, ma'am."

  Britney rolled her eyes a little at that, but she didn't say anything. She just watched her boyfriend struggle out of his shirt and pants until he was standing naked in front of her, his dick at attention. Josh was lean but strong, with visible abs and a little hair on his chest, dark like the short cut on his head. His cock was pointing straight at her and quavering a little, like it was anxiously waiting to be told what to do. In that way, it mimicked Josh, who was looking at Britney attentively.

  "So you can follow directions," Britney said. She gave his cock a little smack, right on the top, making it bounce and making Josh do that same. "When they're easy, anyway. Here's another one: lie down on the bed. On your back. Hands at your sides."

  First, I’m Going To Sit On You

  by Lila Cross

  First, I’m Going To Sit On You

  by Lila Cross

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  Note from the author: This book is a work of fiction. All characters in this story are 18 years of age and older.

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  "I want to fuck you in the ass."

  Britney looked at her boyfriend, Josh, with an expression of amusement. They were eating lunch in his apartment. It was a sunny Saturday, and they were going to catch an afternoon movie before having drinks with some people.

  They had been talking about how adventurous they had gotten the night before, when Britney had been sucking Josh's cock in his bed, teasing at his back door with a finger. It had really gotten him going, and now Josh found himself entranced with the idea of giving Britney a similar treatment.

  "You're not worn out after last night?" she chided him.

  Josh answered with a grin. "I'm serious. What do you think?"

  Britney shrugged. She knew what she thought, but it was so much better to torture Josh a little bit, to make him wonder and wait. "I'll have to think about it. I'm not just going to bend over for you all willy-nilly, you know."

  "Hm." Josh knew better than to pursue it when Britney had put it on the shelf. He changed the subject and they finished up their lunch before heading out.

  When they left Josh's apartment, Britney grabbed his firm ass and gave it a squeeze. "You know, maybe I'm not done with your ass yet."

  Josh let out a little laugh. "If anything, it's my turn with yours."

  She just pinched his ass again.

  The rest of the night was fun, but Josh found himself unable to think of much else besides Britney's ass. His girlfriend was petite and in shape, with a firm stomach and nice, perky boobs, but she had wide hips and a gorgeous ass. She had long, dark hair that flew around wildly while they fucked, and he always loved grabbing her around her hips and ramming into her from behind. There was something so satisfying about slamming his hips into her big ass as he buried himself in her.

  Thoughts like those were very distracting. Josh found himself adjusting his pants several times that night, and he thought he could see Britney giving him sidelong, knowing looks while she was talking with their friends.

  Damn, she was such a tease. It might be weeks before she gave him even a little hint that she might be interested in it. He knew he'd only drive himself crazy if he kept thinking about it, so he did his best to focus on their company and the loud music in the bar, and tried not to notice how perfect Britney's round, jeans-clad ass looked on the barstool.

  The taxi dropped them off back at Josh's place quite drunk, but they managed to both make it up the stairs and through the door.

  Britney had been doing some thinking herself while they were out, and while she wasn't as overt about it as Josh had been, she had been concocting something that she had wanted to try quite a bit. And she knew that Josh would be into it...or, even if he wasn't at first, he was damned sure going to learn to love it.

  "Come on," she said to him, after he had kicked his shoes off and thrown his keys onto the table, where they had skittered and almost fallen off. Britney grabbed his hand.

  "Oh-ho-ho," Josh said, a goofy smile on his face. "You want some of this?"

  Britney couldn't help but laugh. Josh was a silly drunk, and a horny one. She could practically already see the tent in his pants at the thought of getting into bed with her. And she was feeling just about the same way.

  Except tonight, Josh was going to be her little ass slave, and do everything she wanted.

  So instead of responding, Britney grabbed his hand tighter and yanked him toward the bedroom. They were both feeling the buzz quite a bit, but not so much that they couldn't walk just fine, and the journey to the bedroom was short. Once they got there, though, Britney decided it was time to take charge.

  She grabbed Josh around the shoulders, looking right at his face. They were standing in front of the bed.

  "Baby," she said, "you think you can be a good boy tonight and do what I say?"

  "Huh?" Josh gave a little titter. "What do you mean?"

  "I mean," Britney said, bringing one hand up to his cheek and giving it a little smack, "that I want you to start by getting those fucking clothes off and showing me how well you can listen." She smirked at the socked look on his face. "And maybe if you're good you'll get a little reward.

  "Do you understand?"

  Britney's heart was pounding. She'd always had this side in her, the side that wanted to dominate a man and put him in her control, but she'd never quite brought it out so abruptly with someone. She was so turned on just giving those simple orders to him.

  Josh, for his part, was surprised but also very into the shift in Britney's demeanor. He found himself responding to it. He smiled, and nodded at her.

  "I understand," he said, and he got to work on getting naked like his mistress had commanded him.

  "Good," Britney said, letting out a breath and not letting Josh see that she had been wondering how he would respond to her taking control. "Make it quick. I have some things I want to do to you."

  "Yes, ma'am."

  Britney rolled her eyes a little at that, but she didn't say anything. She just watched her
boyfriend struggle out of his shirt and pants until he was standing naked in front of her, his dick at attention. Josh was lean but strong, with visible abs and a little hair on his chest, dark like the short cut on his head. His cock was pointing straight at her and quavering a little, like it was anxiously waiting to be told what to do. In that way, it mimicked Josh, who was looking at Britney attentively.

  "So you can follow directions," Britney said. She gave his cock a little smack, right on the top, making it bounce and making Josh do that same. "When they're easy, anyway. Here's another one: lie down on the bed. On your back. Hands at your sides."

  "I can do that," Josh said, He made it up onto the bed and lied back like his woman commanded. The blankets were cold at first against his naked skin.

  With his hands at his sides, he watched Britney get undress, slipping her jeans off so that she was just in a pair of red frilly panties that he absolutely loved. They matched her blouse, a bright red that hung a little loosely over her toned stomach, but she kept the shirt on.

  "What did you have in mind?" Josh asked her.

  "First," Britney said, "I'm going to sit on you."

  Josh's mouth fell open a little bit. That wasn't something that they had done before. Britney was grinning at him, but her eyes were icy and serious.

  "And while I'm on top of you, you're not allowed to say no to anything I tell you to do. But that should go without saying," she teased, now climbing up onto the bed and brushing the tips of her fingers along one of Josh's legs, tickling him.

  He twitched a little bit, and she smacked his leg. "Nice and still for me, Josh. You want me to be sweet on you, right?" Britney flashed him an innocent smile. "Now, let's see..."

  Britney drew her hand up his thigh, tickling him a little bit more. Josh fought the impulse to squirm. She put a hand on the top of each leg.

  "Open up."

  Josh did as she commanded, spreading his legs and letting her hands closer to his painfully-erect cock and hanging balls.

  Britney grinned, watching her man obey her commands. It was thrilling. And now it was time to tease him. She nudged her knees in between his spread legs and ran her hands up his thighs, to his crotch. She watched his face strain as he willed her to touch him there.

  "What's the matter, babe?" Britney cooed. "You want me to touch...this?" She walked her fingers toward his manhood.

  "Yes!" Josh groaned. "Please."

  "That's awfully polite." Britney rubbed her open palm against the side of Josh's cock. It was hot and stiff, and even that little bit of contact made him moan and twitch his hips. "How did you get all pent up like this?"

  She brought her hands down to his balls now, caressing them, tickling them, and making Josh rock from side to side. She saw one of his hands start to move from the bed, and she slapped it with a stinging strike.

  "Absolutely not! Do that again and I'll smack you where it really hurts." Britney glared down at him, and Josh swallowed. It was the first real threat she had laid down on him, and he had responded just like she had hoped.

  He knew she was serious, and he was going to be a good boy. And if he wasn't, well...that would be fun for her, too.

  Britney traced a finger down from the head of Josh's cock all the way to his balls, enjoying the way his wood danced for her. She never wrapped her hand around it or stroked it; just gave it those light, teasing touches that she knew drove him crazy. She was more direct with his balls, fondling them, rolling them in her hands.

  Then she started to move further down, brushing against the cheeks of his ass and poking at him there. She nudged her finger up against his back door and rubbed him there, making him pant. She watched his cock throb, a bead of precum squeezing out of the tip and rolling down his shaft.

  "You like that?" she asked him, pressing against his asshole with one finger while her other hand nudged and played with his balls.

  "God, yes," Josh managed. "Keep going."

  "Hmph." Britney pulled back, leaving him wanting. "Lucky for me, I'm not your slave today. You're mine. And I think it's about time you started acting like it."

  With that, Britney stood, taking time to drag her nails across Josh's stomach and leave little reddish trails there. Now she stood over him with just her panties and blouse on, staring down at her plaything. To his credit, he lied there as he should, hands at his sides, even though his cock was clearly aching for release.

  "Let's see how good you are with that mouth," Britney said, taking a few slow steps forward until she was straddling Josh's chest. "I want you to take my panties off. Here...I'll even help you out a bit."

  Britney turned so that she was still standing over Josh but was now looking down at his feet, and her panty-clad, red and frilly ass was in his full view. Gently, tantalizingly, she bent down, bending her knees so that her ass was hovering just in front of his face, and the line of her panties was within reach of his mouth.

  "Grab on," she instructed, teasing him by smacking his cock and letting it bounce from side to side. "Panties only. No touching me until I say so."

  She lowered herself further, until she could feel his breath on her rear end. It felt strained. She liked that. He was having a hard time restraining himself with her treasures just inches from his face. Would he be able to keep it together?

  Britney watched his hands closely, at the same time she could feel him moving behind her, reaching up to grab her panties with his mouth. So far, so good.

  She saw him clench his fist, grunting as he tried to reach his goal. Smiling to herself, she subtly bounced her butt just out of his reach.

  "Come on, Josh, you have to do better than that," she called back to him, and then she gave his dick another smack, rocking it and making him jump. "No tongue. Just your teeth, and just my panties."

  "I—"

  "Don't you dare say that you can't," Britney snapped, giving him another smack on his dick, this one hard enough to make his nuts bounce and send a little jolt of pain up through his groin. "Get these things off me before I change my mind about this whole thing. Yes? What do you say?"

  "Yes...yes, ma'am."

  "Very good."

  She let him get as close as he could, until at last he was able to get his teeth on her panties and grip the waistband.

  "Hold tight onto them for me. And keep those hands still!" Britney slowly raised herself up, letting her underwear stay between Josh's teeth. Gradually, she stood, and the red, frilly panties slipped down off of her ass and slid down her legs. She lifted her legs out of them until she was bare and Josh was lying there with her underwear in his teeth.

  She turned her head to look at him, enjoying the sight. "Tell you what. I'll take care of the rest." With a wink at him, she slipped off her shirt and her bra, throwing them to the floor. She delicately plucked the panties from his mouth, but before tossing them aside, she rubbed them across his face.

  "Time for you to get to work," she told him.

  Britney was standing tall again, facing Josh's feet, and with great relish she lowered herself down over his face. She'd never sat on Josh's face before, and she knew she was going to love every second of it. It was time to see how he would perform.

  Her pussy was shaved and wet, tingling with anticipation. "Start with my pussy," she told him. "Lick it good. But give it a kiss first."

  She could feel Josh's breath tickle her smooth skin. Then his lips pressed against hers, and she closed her eyes in appreciation.

  "Now lick it," she commanded.

  Josh followed orders, diving his tongue into her cunt. She was wet and aroused, and he lapped up her juices like an obedient little fucktoy. Crouched over him, Britney laid her hands on his legs while he ate her out from below.

  "My turn," she whispered, and she pressed herself down onto Josh's eager mouth, forcing his tongue deeper inside of her. She mashed her pussy down on his face, sliding along his lips and tongue, her slickness making it easy. Her clit found his mouth, and she pressed into that.

  "Suck on it!" she
yelled, smacking his stiff cock. Josh immediately obliged, pulling her clit into his mouth and going to work on it, making Britney shudder with pleasure. She pulled her clit from his lips and rubbed her wet cunt all over his face, feeling his nose probe into her, soaking him good with her juices and enjoying the different ways he felt underneath her as she used him.

  When she pulled up a bit, he was gasping for air, but other than that he seemed quite content. His hands hadn't moved, not even to grab at his cock, which was swollen with desire and need.

  Too bad, she thought. You don't get any attention from me. Not yet...

  Britney said, "Okay, slave, it's time for round two. Take a deep breath..."

  Britney sat back down on his face, burying it between her ass cheeks this time.

  "Kiss my ass."

  Josh groaned beneath her, the sound muffled. She smirked to herself as she felt him pucker up and kiss her back door.

  "Good. Now get to work." She patted his stomach. "I want you to give my ass the best rimming you possibly can! And you're done when I say so. Get in there!"

  Josh got to work. He reached out his tongue and pressed it against her asshole. He was buried deep inside of her big ass, he could hardly see, could barely breathe. His whole world was Britney's musk and weight on his face, and he couldn't believe how much it was turning him on. He had never licked her asshole before, and now he was lapping at it, feeling it pulse and twitch under his tongue as he licked at the tight ring.

  "Mm, that's good," Britney said, starting to rock back and forth on his face. "Yes. Harder!"

  Her rocking was forcing his head into the bed. He went hard at her hole, licking across it and trying to get his tongue inside. When he wiggled the tip of his tongue against the resistance of her sphincter, Britney let out a loud moan.

  "Yeah, yeah! Get that tongue inside my ass, you little bitch!"

  Josh might have been shocked by her sudden ferocity if he wasn't already extremely busy. His cock was aching to be touched, but he didn't dare do anything about it lest he upset Britney and lose this incredible chance. Her abuse only made him want more. So he pressed his tongue into her tight asshole and tried to force his way inside.