Page 3 of The Database

Emily walked in, gazing around the room thinking to herself,this will do. She tossed her purse on the desk, and Jackson came up behind her, stroking her bare arms whispering, “I’m gonna rock your world.” It took all she had not to turn around and laugh in his face, but she had already resolved to allow this sexual escapade to commence — so let the games begin.

“Well Jackson, let’s see what you brought to the party,” Emily teased, turning and cupping his junk through his pants, his cock already standing at attention. His eyes widened in surprise at her bold move. “Undo my zipper, will you?” Emily asked, turning so her back faced him, pulling her hair to the side. Slowly he slid the zipper down, as though the anticipation would heighten any arousal she had. Little did he know, she already had his number and expected this whole debacle to be over in three point five minutes.

Emily’s dress slid down her curves, pooling around her feet, revealing her lack of under garments and firm breasts. Jackson’s jaw hit the floor. He was in for the ride of his life, but would he be able to hold on before his dick threw up, thus ending the ride shortly after it had taken off?

Sensing he wasn’t going to take charge, Emily shifted into domme mode. “Take your pants off, Jackson,” she commanded. He stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. “Jackson, when your Mistress gives you an order, you must obey. That is strike one.” She reached over, unzipping his pants, pushing them down over his hips, bunching around his ankles.

“Remove your boxers,” she commanded and he complied, sliding them off along with his pants and shoes.

Jackson stood there, staring at her. Emily ran her nail across the tip of his penis, dipping it inside the slit. “Hmm, at least some part of you obeys me.” He flinched as she firmly fisted his shaft, giving it a rough stroke. She wasn’t about to let his pussy ass off so easily. Not by a long shot.

He closed his eyes and groaned. “Jackson,” Emily sang.

“Ya, ya, yes?” he stuttered.

“You will address me as Mistress, understood?’ Her tone commanding and authoritative.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, looking down at the floor like a scolded child.

“You are not to come until I tell you to. Do you understand, Jackson?” she asked him.

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered.

“Good boy. Now, Jackson, I want you to sit on the edge of the bed.” He moved faster than Emily had thought him capable of. She smirked, moving to stand between his legs. “Jackson, Mistress isn’t feeling it yet.” She yawned for affect. “You need to make your Mistress want you. You need to make your mistress wet.” Emily leaned over, meeting his lips with hers, sucking his tongue, hoping the idiot would understand the hidden meaning her words held.

Jackson nervously reached for her legs, sliding his hands up her thighs but stopping short of where he needed to be. “What’s the matter, Jackson?” Emily asked, fisting his hair, as she angrily yanked his head back.

“No- no- nothing Mistress,” he stuttered, moving his shaky hands toward her folds. Emily was growing impatient with his infantile reactions. She grabbed his hand, bending it as she positioned his thumb over her clit and inserted two of his fingers into her vagina.

He stared at the placement of his hands, awe struck as Emily began moving his fingers the pace she wanted them. “Like this Jackson. Slow, concise movements, all with one hand. Now, move your other hand to my breasts.” He did as instructed, with a little more certainty than before. “Pinch my nipples, gently but apply a bit of pressure while tugging on them,” she further instructed.

She was using Jackson like she had used her toys at home earlier that morning. The only difference was she was determined to have his cock buried deep inside her. Hopefully, he wouldn’t need help figuring out what to do when they were fucking. His cock wasn’t too big or too small, but at about eight inches if maneuvered correctly, he would hit the mark.

Jackson moaned, so Emily smacked him in the back of the head while applying pressure to the base of his penis. “Pay attention Jackson, Mistress hasn’t told you that you could come. Mistress needs to come first, and then when you fuck her, she will allow you to come.” She made her intent crystal clear. He nodded, returning his focus to pleasuring her.

Emily moved his fingers up and down, fingering herself with his digits. When a wave of pleasure coursed through her, she tossed her head back. “Yes Jackson. Just like that. Mistress is pleased. Now, Jackson, I want you to suck my clit.” Seemed he didn’t need to be told twice this time as he quickly drew her little nub between his lips. “But keep fingering me.” Jackson continued his slow strokes between her thighs while nursing her clit. She grabbed hold of his head, pushing it firmly against her pussy.

“Yes Jackson, keep fingering me. I’m going to come. Yes, Yes. Oh God,” she bellowed, throwing her head back while wildly riding his fingers

Jackson kept at it, drawing out her orgasm. His cock was glistening with precome, his sharp breaths alerted her he wasn’t far behind her. But she needed more.

“Jackson, do you have a condom?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” he breathlessly replied.

“Good boy, now put it on and Mistress will let you fuck her.” He jumped off the bed so fast Emily thought she saw sparks cross the dated bed covers.

He fumbled in his pants for the condom, after retrieving it he quickly opened it, unrolling it over his throbbing cock.

“Now sit down, back against the headboard.” He did as instructed.

Emily climbed atop his lap, she was still so wet that she easily slid down his shaft. He moaned, and she knew he wouldn’t last long. She gripped the headboard as he grabbed hold of her ass, gliding her up and down. The headboard pounded against the wall with each thrust. Emily was still sensitive from her orgasm which expedited another.

“I’m going to come, Jackson,” she yelled, beating the headboard against the wall while riding him furiously.

“Fuck!” he yelled, as he came. This was something she would definitely put in his notesmust be forced to give you an orgasm before he can come. That thought made her laugh.

“Thank you, Jackson,” she said, sliding off his lap. “This was one for the books. You can dress and leave, now.” The shock, accentuated by the relief in his eyes as she dismounted, dressed and scurried out the door to the safety of the hallway had her in stitches. Emily laughed her ass off, quite enjoying the inner Mistress she’d unleashed.

“I’ve released a beast, and I fucking love it!” She cackled, rolling over to quietly collect her clothing, and head home.

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