Taing the Reigns

Hugh had no idea how he'd ended up here. He splashed water onto his face and took a long breath. He wasn't exactly a blushing virgin; he'd taken his fair share of women home. But this felt different. For one he was at her place, (specifically hiding in the bathroom and getting his nerves settled) which was vaguely notable. But more importantly this time he'd been the one who'd been approached and charmed and invited back from the bar. Oh and also this woman was a straight 10 out of 10, while Hugh was a confident but contented 8, on a good day.

The gorgeous woman had walked up to his group at the bar, introduced herself as Rebecca, and just calmly insinuated herself into their conversation like it was nothing. She'd paid them all attention and been polite and entertaining, but the whole time she seemed to be listening and evaluating them intently. Somehow, miraculously, Hugh had been the one to meet whatever criteria she'd set. His dumb jokes and charm had caught her attention, and he hadn't let it go.

She was wearing a tight-fitting pair of dark blue jeans and a plain top that exposed her shoulders. The understated look really suited her. Her petite nose, her golden-red hair, her thin eyebrows, her curvaceous figure, her biting words, her wicked grin; none of it needed embellishment.

Hugh'd only had a few drinks but he was mesmerised wholly by the wit and beauty of this fair-skinned babe. When she'd leant over to him and asked if he wanted to come back to her place, he thought he was dreaming. But he'd called a cab and done his best to appear confident and worthy of her attention.

When they arrived at her flat she'd flipped her shoes off and said, "So did you want another drink or shall we just get to the good part?"

Slightly shell-shocked, Hugh had asked for directions to her bathroom but squeaked out that he was happy to get straight to the 'good part'.

So here he was, staring at himself in the mirror and presumably about to get laid. He was excited and entirely intimidated to the point of feeling faintly terrified. But he couldn't stay in here all night. So he flushed the toilet he hadn't used and gave his reflection one last glance of encouragement before exiting the tiny room.

She was waiting for him. Clutching the doorframe opposite the hallway from him and smiling hungrily. Rebecca looked him dead in the eyes and then started to pull the bottom of her top up, slowly exposing her midriff. Her unveiling lingered cruelly over her breasts as she laughed silently at him, but he was too busy having an existential crisis to really be affected. Her willowy frame and smooth skin were too perfect. Just the sight of her toned abs, and the dimples her hips made as she sucked in her stomach, blasted his fragile mind with just how far out of his league this woman was. What the hell was she doing with him? he wondered. Am I dreaming? Is this some sort of elaborate prank? If Ashton Kutcher shows up, I will be so fucked off...

And then he stopped thinking altogether because nipples. Rebecca's bra was semi transparent and it was impossible to look away from the swell of her breasts. Her nipples poked outwards unmistakably against the lilac fabric and the artful curls of its design. The contrast between her snowy skin, the light colour of her bra and the darker bloom of her areolae, was subtle but enrapturing. But there wasn't anything subtle about how hard her nipples seemed to be. She's actually turned on, he thought. By me. Holy shit.

She pulled her top over her head and let it fall languidly to the floor. One hand hovered to the side of her chest briefly, as if she wanted to cup her breast, before settling on her hip. She posed like that for a second before deciding her bra needed to come off too. Her breasts seemed even whiter than the rest of her and proudly pointed out in the cool air of the apartment.

She stood there and waited, the smirk still painted across her lips at his expense. Hugh was paralysed; in awe of her confidence and her beauty. And her nipples. He'd certainly checked out her cleavage at the bar, but he could never have imagined how delicately pale and curved her chest would be when fully exposed. Should he kiss her now? Did she want him to touch her boobs? Was this a tit-for-tit situation, and now he had to take his shirt off? Why was he acting like a nervous teenager? Why couldn't he move?!

One of her eyebrows ratcheted up a level. Then she slowly undid the buttons of her jeans, giving him another gut wrenching flash of her hips and smooth stomach as she breathed in. She left her trousers undone and went back to her hip-holding pose. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him staring back at her.

"What are you waiting for?" she said in a tone that suddenly made it obvious what he should do.

Forgetting his strange panic and paralysis, Hugh stepped towards her and immediately sank to one knee. With a strangely subservient confidence he wriggled his grip until he got a good hold onto each side of her jeans before firmly pulling them down. He gazed up at her as he did, seeing the return of her deliciously curved smirk. He silently vowed to wipe that grin off her face before the night was through.

His new perspective took in the jutting of her nipples, her phenomenal midriff, and the tantalising mound covered by her thong. Which was a different colour and design to her bra, a detail which for some reason made her seem both more real and more attractive, but which also emboldened him. Hugh didn't have time to figure why that was: there were more important things to think about.

Important things like getting this gorgeous woman naked. He wrapped one hand around her thigh and kissed her soft skin while he pulled her leg free of the bunched up jeans. He pushed his hand up her thigh until he felt his index finger brush her panties and the sudden heat of her pussy. A soft moan escaped his mouth as he continued kissing her body, and an answering throat-rumble from above him signalled Rebecca's approval too.

He switched hands to finagle her other leg free, but this time he directly moved his hand between her legs and pushed up against her covered pussy. Her hips pushed down against the pressure. He felt her grab a double handful of his hair as she pulled his head towards her crotch. As he breathed against the front of her underwear he felt a painful jerk in his scalp as she tilted his head up to look at her.

She softened her grip on his hair but was still forceful as she pulled his head between her legs. Hugh felt his erection pulse uncomfortably in his pants as he bent forwards, but that didn't matter, he was desperately using his mouth, nose and tongue to rub against her sex, straining for a taste of her. He couldn't break eye contact with the woman towering above him, and he could feel the power in her limbs that urged him onwards.

He kissed against the thin fabric of her underwear, and wondered if he could rip it off with just his teeth. And then the heat of her crotch disappeared as she pushed him back. He felt a little vindictive thrill of satisfaction that she seemed to be panting slightly, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. She walked backwards into the bedroom, and held her hand low as she beckoned him towards her with a curl of her finger.

There was a moment of hesitation in the depths of his shell-shocked brain as he considered standing up and following her, but somehow he knew exactly what she wanted from him. So he shuffled awkwardly onto his hand and knees and crawled after her.

It should have felt demeaning or emasculating, but either it all made cosmic sense in the moment, or Hugh's mind was too frazzled to feel such petty things. He fervently hoped this didn't awaken anything within him. Unbidden, the image of Rebecca standing before him with a giant, swinging strap-on dangling at her waist sent a bolt of sheer terror into his brainstem. There was no way she'd want to do that right? And he could always back out if things got too crazy, he thought. But then he tried to imagine saying 'No' to this woman, and another quake of fear shivered through his mind and butthole.

Rebecca's bedroom was remarkably spartan, without much in the way of furniture or decoration. The bed was of a middling size but had dark iron coloured posts and bars to its frame that made it seem intimidating and pregnant with gravity. Rebecca turned away from Hugh to reach onto the bed and toss a book and a single cushion onto the floor and out of the way. This gave him an exquisite view of her ample ass that practically swallowed any trace of her thong from his vantage point. He wondered how that pale ass would look if he spanked it; what sound it would make and how firm it would feel under his palm.

As if sensing his thoughts, she looked over her shoulder at him and chuckled. Instead of turning back around, she put both hands on the frame of the bottom of her bed and shuffled backwards so that she was leaning over with her butt pressed out towards him, legs wide.

Hugh gulped as reached up towards her hips once more. She flexed powerful legs in anticipation as he skated his palms over her smooth cheeks. His fingers found the thin band of her thong. He fixed his gaze on the spot he'd been waiting all night to unveil, and pulled her thong down.

She was wet. It boggled his tiny mind somehow, despite everything that had happened. But the sight of it was still surprising. Her heart-shaped derriere and thighs perfectly framed her thick labia within, and within those almost puffy lips sat a dark pink opening that dripped her arousal. He left her knickers still suspended at her knees, and just stared. He started to have another thought, but it was driven out of his hollow little noggin by the arrival of pussy to his face.

She pushed herself backwards into him hungrily and the picturesque view of her nether regions was soon slathered across his face. He grabbed her hips in shock, the pale skin incredibly warm and smooth to his touch. But he didn't register that properly because he was busy eagerly pushing his tongue inside her. She tasted euphoric and musky-bitter, and the sensation changed with every moan and sigh that reached his ears. He desperately tried to balance the desire to devour her with his instinct to breathe, but found it hard to care about the latter. She rocked up and down on her toes, causing his tongue and nose to slip up and down her hot crevices and over her asshole.

Rebecca moaned deeply, in a guttural pitch. Encouraged, Hugh redoubled his efforts. Any sign that he was bringing this demi-god genuine pleasure was enough for him. He couldn't tell how much time passed, intoxicated as he was by her smell and taste, but he fell into a pattern of squeezing her ass and lapping at her pussy before thrusting his tongue inside her when she wasn't expecting it. He would then pull out and circle her clit with the tip of his tongue, before starting back at her labia and ass again. This cycle seemed to be well received, judging by the sounds Rebecca made and the way she'd reach back to grab at his hair and direct him onwards.

Usually when having sex, Hugh would feel confident taking the lead and getting both his partner and himself off. But tonight he had no ego. He had no illusions that he could hope to dictate the pace or do things his way. Her enjoyment was encouraging, inspiring even, but not expected. But he wasn't afraid or nervous anymore. It was as if a switch had been flicked and he could feel what this woman wanted from him. All he had to do was respond to her body language, her signals and her desires. Despite not being able to breathe and having his face roughly used as a object of stimulation, he felt remarkably zen all of a sudden.

After an indeterminate amount of time, he felt cool air across his wet face. Dazed, he gulped in a deep breath. Rebecca had straightened up and turned to face him. She was panting and the microscopic wobble of her tits at each exhale was mesmerising. Her face and neck were flushed a soft pink. She looked down at him with hooded eyes and somehow, still, the ghost of a smile playing over her open mouth. But this time there seemed to be a generous portion of satisfied approval in that smirk.

"Not bad," she said.

She swiped a thumb over Hugh's wet lips, and regarded the shine of her own juice curiously. Then she pushed the finger into his mouth, which he accepted greedily. He sucked fervently on the invading digit, and waited for her next instruction.

Rebecca had raised her other hand up and was playing with her breasts in a peculiar, stilted motion. She'd cup underneath one boob for a moment, before swiftly running her hand up and tweaking her nipple briefly. Hugh had never seen anything like it before, but simply accepted it as something to try and emulate at some point. She carried on caressing herself but took another step towards her kneeling slave, pushing her crotch towards him once more. As he broke eye/nipple contact once more, Hugh was surprised to notice the bloom of hair crowning her mound. How had he not seen that before? He had a fleeting moment of genuine worry that he had actually been drugged, but again, he simply didn't care enough for it to bother him. Besides, it was pussy-eating time again.

As his lips made contact with her clit, a small shudder ran through Rebecca's whole body. She gasped and pressed her weight against him for a moment. Another switch was flipped, and now Hugh felt an overwhelming urge to make her cum as quickly as possible. Just as he was about to attack her pink clit, she gave him another command.

"Take those off."

He hesitated, but wasn't given any time to respond as she thrust her hips against his face once more. No matter. All he had to do was get completely undressed, from a kneeling position, without stopping his efforts to please this incredible beauty with his mouth and body. Simple.

Hugh took to his task without a second thought, feeling like he was performing one the 12 fabled labours; his orders given to him by the gods. He was aware that he might be acting a little dramatically, but any self-consciousness he had had was long gone.

His first mistake was taking too long to undo the buttons on his shirt, for which he was punished by Rebecca quite literally taking things into her own hands. As the buttons spilled out onto the floor and the evening air tickled his bare chest, Hugh felt a moment's regret and sadness for the garment's fate. Aunt Carol had gotten him that shirt for Christmas and it was easily in the top 3 favourite clothes he owned.

His second mistake was slowing his licking and sucking on Rebecca's delicious genitals as he was carefully scooting his trousers over his knees without falling over. For this transgression, his breathing holes were forcefully stuffed into her warm folds until he genuinely thought he might pass out from lack of oxygen.

He realised that both of these things were his fault, however. He fully accepted that he deserved to be punished for failing to give his goddess the full attention she deserved. He wriggled out of his underwear and stretched behind him to snap his socks off too: he didn't want to look silly.

He ran his tongue through her thick labia and faithfully lapped at her clit. Looking up at her laboured breathing he sensed, or maybe hoped, that she was getting close to climax. Then he felt a sharp pain in his scalp and felt her pull his head backwards. She took a step back and peered down at his body. She must have found it to her satisfaction because she made a rumbling purr and stroked his cheek.

She leaned forwards and lined herself up careful. Hugh watched, dumbfounded, as she gathered a globule of saliva between her lips and then let it fall. He flinched in surprise as it spattered directly onto his erection. Impressed with her aim but slightly apprehensive about whether he was just going to be spat on for the rest of the evening, Hugh froze.

Rebecca didn't seem satisfied, and reached down to grab his arm and direct his hand towards her pussy. She rubbed his hand between her legs for a few seconds and then flung it back to him.

"Stroke your cock."

Her voice startled him with its note of authority and steel, but what she'd said was just as surprising. She wanted him to touch himself. She wanted him to stroke her spit and her juices into his dick. The idea alone made him squirm. He had no desire to question her orders or do anything that she didn't want, but the fact that she wanted him to feel pleasure made Hugh feel quite emotional. The idea that he could satisfy her desires and his own at the same time, was for some reason a surprising concept.

And so he stroked his cock. Using the hand she had 'blessed', he felt the familiar hardness and heat of his penis mixed with the slickness of saliva and pussy-nectar. Jolts of pleasure shot from the contact all the way up to his brain. Realising she probably wanted him to put on a good show, Hugh kept his hand movements slow and repressed any filter he had so that his face and voice echoed every instance of pleasure and sensation. He had no shame before Rebecca, and he writhed and grunted before her like a slut.

His performance was well received. Rebecca answered with groans of her own and mirrored his masturbatory actions. She stood over him and fervently rubbed circles into her clit. Her nipples quivered with her unsteady breath, and her hips humped forwards uncontrollably. Her cries became louder and more frequent, and she alternated between hungrily watching Hugh teasing himself, and screwing her eyes shut as an intense reaction to her own stimulation.

Then Hugh took what felt like a huge risk. Watching the movements and shudders of this gorgeous naked form before him, he realised that maybe he should be helping more directly. Not knowing if this would break some unspoken rule of this mutual masterbation session, or whether this was something she actually wanted at this time, he reached out his free hand and caressed her sopping pussy from below. She slowed her moments but didn't stop, and stared down at him. Gulping like a cartoon character, Hugh held two fingers rigid and pushed them into her warm hole. She sank her hips down involuntarily and his digits disappeared completely. He pulled them out and looked for any sign of disapproval on her face. When none came he started to finger fuck her steadily.

Rebecca's mouth curved into that familiar grin and she sighed out, "Good boy." Which put a tingle of satisfaction and eagerness into Hugh's heart. And also his balls.

The sounds of fluid and flesh combining filled the room; wet schlicks mingling with the impact of skin on skin and moans of pleasure from them both. Hugh found a rhythm where he could stroke his cock and finger Rebecca's tight hole at the same time. He was euphoric but diligent above all else, not allowing himself to be distracted from his duties as human metronome to their duet of pleasure.

Then he felt her pussy tighten around his fingers. A ripple of clenching and miniature convulsions ran through her body. She grabbed onto his head and leaned her weight onto him as her legs began to shudder and give way.

"Yessss..." she hissed through gritted teeth. And then, "Faster. Now."

Letting go of his throbbing dick, Hugh put his hand on her hip to steady her. He started to piston his other fingers in and out of her pink hole. He couldn't wait to see what his goddess looked like in the throes of ecstacy.

Rebecca's fingers were a slippery blur over her clit. She cried out and then gave several ragged breaths of joy and desperate energy. A slight but continuous trembling wracked her pale body as she came, hard. Hugh thrust into her as deep as his fingers would go, and was rewarded by a hot clamping sensation that made him gasp in awe.

She bent over, eyes screwed shut and mouth open in a frozen grunt. She pushed herself towards the man kneeling before her, and rested what felt like her whole weight on him. For a sublime but terrifying minute, Hugh was certain her pussy was about to erupt and spray juices all over him. He couldn't understand how someone could experience something so powerful and not literally explode. But she managed not to combust or start blasting out like a deviant human hose. Hugh was equally relieved as he was disappointed.