Jessica Takes Charge

Jessica had taken a sudden interest in the conversation. It was the one every couple had at the outset of a relationship, a sharing of war stories and mistakes made with past partners. Out of nowhere her eyes lit up and she moved closer to hear the conversation better. Through her body language David noticed a renewed interest in what he said.

"She slapped you?" She asked excitedly, unable to hide the smirk that spread unrestrained across her lips.

He nodded, suddenly embarrassed.

"What did you do?"

He shook his head, feeling himself blush. "Nothing, I guess. Nothing I could do."

"You didn't leave or tell her off? You didn't slap her back?" The suggestion was insulting to him. Even considering raising his hand to a woman was offensive. She could see it in his eyes. "And you stayed."

"Yes," he said, growing angry at the path the conversation had taken.

"Why? Why didn't you leave?"

His shrugged, challenging her. "I didn't want to."

Wisely she dropped the subject but her mind couldn't help imagining the incident. She collected questions in her mind and promised to ask them later when he was more open to the idea. Later that night, slipping under the sheets of her bed, she found herself wetter than usual and quickly scuttled out of her nightdress to discard it on the floor. Immediately her hand went directly to her pussy cupping it. She felt a heat there and held it silently. Moisture collected in her folds and dripped to her fingers.

Masturbation was a frequent, pleasurable experience in her life but tonight she felt something different. There was a wave of unexpected arousal that passed through her that began earlier that evening on her date. She knew it happened during their conversation as he mentioned his last girlfriend and how she had slapped him in the middle of a clothing store as he grew impatient waiting for her. Why did it excite her so much? Why did the image cause her to feel this way? Why could she not stop thinking about it?

She didn't orgasm that night. Instead she teased herself, one finger traced the petals of her labia and slowly circled the swelled nub of her clit. Her fingers played in her pussyhair, which she was thankful she had decided to keep while all her friends preached the values of waxing. It made her appreciate her womanhood more, the warm, soft fur that covered herm most feminine area.

To David, she was girl-next-door-beautiful. That's what he told all his friends. He'd seen models, even dated them one but that wasn't her. She had an obvious beauty that was more refined. It was there in the most casual things; her smile, her eyes, her scent. She was beautiful, more beautiful than most women, but not the kind that puts it before all else in her life. He doubted if she even knew how attractive she was.

They met again on their second date and they got along better than the first time. Upon meeting she held him tightly and they locked lips like two lovers reunited after a long time apart. She didn't mention the conversation but it was at the front of her mind. For some reason he acted differently. He was quieter and more reserved. She didn't bring it up but she knew he was embarrassed by his confession. Throughout the night she had taken a more aggressive role, taking his hand and leading him throughout the evening.

At dinner she rested her hand on his thigh and ordered for them when the waitress came by. This surprised him and he gave her a look but a squeeze to his leg silenced him. The waitress smiled at the display and gave her a wink as she took the menus.

They never got to finish their conversation last night and she was eager to hear the rest. With one hand covering his she spoke, "Did she ever apologize for slapping you?"

He gagged on his drink and shook his head no.

"What did you do to earn it anyway?"

"I told you," he said. "I was bored and anxious to leave. She was upset and hit me." He wasn't upset like last time. His words came out quietly, like he didn't want her to hear them.

"So you deserved it then?"

His brow furrowed in a moment of anger. "Deserved it? I don't think so."

"Don't yell," she scolded him. "I'm sure she wouldn't slap you without a good reason. It sounded to me like you needed it."

Her words stunned him. Their food had arrived and he sat unmoving as the waitress placed it in front of him. When he looked up to her she was smiling down at him, as if she had heard the conversation.

"After all, you were getting impatient with her. What's a lady to do?" She smiled and took the first bite of her salad.

He felt himself getting hot but held his tongue. A woman like her doesn't come along often and he did admit that it helped calm him down some.

She watched him fidget. Obviously he was uncomfortable. "Was that the only time she hit you?"

"Of course," he sounded shocked. "It's not a common thing."

"It wasn't?" She was teasing him now. "And you took it so well."

"I mean, it's not like...it was unexpected, I guess." Her interested look urged him on. Obviously he was having trouble coming clean. "She's always been like that. In a way, I mean."

"Been like how?"

He sputtered, upset that she was forcing him to explain. "In charge I guess, very authoritative." He thrust a bite into his mouth before she could ask him anything else. For most of the meal things seemed to get back to normal. They talked comfortably and made each other laugh. David noticed her subtle flirting and felt swept away. She seemed prettier than he had first thought. She was more mature, more playful and sexier.

At the end of the night he relaxed. They had spent the evening walking through town, peeking into shop windows and looking toward the stars that seemed so much clearer that night. She had changed slightly, though David didn't notice it right away.

She walked him to her door and invited him inside. He was shy but with a firm tug on his wrist he acquiesced and allowed himself to be led in. Her place was cozy and feminine, though not overly so. A scent of jasmine wafted from somewhere, calming him. Pointing at the couch she told him to sit as she disappeared in the kitchen. When she returned she held two glasses and a bottle of red wine.

Sitting beside him, she offered him a glass and poured for both of them. She sat on the other end of the couch, her bare legs pointed towards him. David couldn't help but imagine what she looked like without her skirt. They relaxed and talked though he couldn't keep his mind on the conversation and merely laughed and smiled when appropriate.

It was during a pause in the conversation when he realized he had not heard a word she said. The look in her eyes changed from friendly and warm to disappointed and upset. The pause stretched to an uncomfortable silence, which he was about to end with a bad joke when he felt a bolt of pain on his cheek. He cried out, more from surprise than pain and put his hand to his face. It was warm and tender to the touch.

Jessica was breathing heavily, her nostrils flaring slightly. She raised her other hand, ready to tattoo his other cheek and saw him cringe. Rather than yell or back off he merely turned his face and winced, preparing for the blow. It was endearing, even cute. He was handsome, and she felt attracted to him, but the sight of him readying for another blow incited her in ways she never felt before.

"Will you listen to me now?" Her voice was insistent. All he could do was hold his hand to his cheek and nod. That wasn't good enough for her and she ordered him to look at her and answer. He couldn't. Her slap had cowed him and he felt an irrational fear that prevented him from doing as she said.

"Look at me!" It was a command that struck him with fear. Slowly he raised his head to look at her. She seemed more feminine somehow. Her face was redder and her breasts heaved. "When I talk to you I want you paying attention!" Her finger pointed at him and jabbed the center of his chest. "Do you understand?"

She slapped him again, this time not as firmly. It merely shamed him. "Yes ma'am," he said weakly. The title felt necessary. They were no longer equals.

"Stand up." Her voice remained on the edge of exploding. David quickly followed her instructions. "Take off your clothes."

She said it so matter of factly that he first thought it was a joke and looked to her. Just as quickly her hand flew to his other cheek, leaving a stinging slap that caused his cheek to throb. His head reeled back but he caught himself and rubbed the quickly growing redness on his face. He was about to plead for mercy but thought better of it. Sighing, he began removing clothes as she watched aggravated.

Down to his boxers he looked up at her. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes and for a moment she doubted she could continue. Obviously he was struggling with it but he didn't stop her. He gave in easily when he could just as well leave or get her to stop. Most women would run from such an idea but it compelled her. Already her sex had dampened to a near flood. She was more aroused than she could remember.

With a stern nod from her he removed his boxers and confirmed her suspicions. He was fully stiff and eager. His cock was attractive with a heavy pink head. He wasn't as long as she'd hoped for but far thicker than normal. She imagined such a size would take some effort to accommodate. She took pride in her tightness and knew it would hurt if she took him to bed.

She made a show of looking him over. Placing a fist under her chin as if contemplating, she allowed herself a leisurely look over his naked body. He shuffled under her gaze, his testicles tightening against his body.

"You have a nice body," she commented. "And an adequate penis." She said it so matter of factly that he could take no pride in it. "Has anyone ever told you that?"

"No..." he whispered.

"And so well trained too. Look how eager it is to say hello."

He blushed a dark red, unable to deny or make an excuse. She regarded it with a superior curiosity, assessing the thickened head with its blunt attractiveness. As she rose she commanded him to kneel. He did so with an obsequiousness that pleased her.

From his place he could see the smoothness of her perfumed thighs. His sight was directed upwards, to the shadows beneath her skirt.

"Getting a good look, boy?" She bent over, hands on her knees. The other patted his cheek condescendingly. A bolt of impatience passed through him. "Do I smell good?"

She was close enough now that he could smell her. He had always been very sensual and associated women with their scents. Hers was different. As the evening began she smelled of lilac and morning air. Now her musk was heavier, more feminine. It was deeper and called to his most primal urges. He wanted to reach to her, grab her but knew he would most likely get slapped again. He kept his hands to himself.

When he had become acquainted with her odor, she stepped away and reached behind her. With a deft movement her skirt had fallen to the floor, along with her blouse. She was dressed only in a silk slip the color of cream.

Though he was visibly nervous, his penis bobbed in the air. She came towards him and caressed the side of his face with a gentle finger. A harsh red handprint still remained and he winced as she stroked his chin. "Do you think you've upset me?" She spoke rhetorically. "You know I'm not afraid to slap you."

He was breathing heavily in a mixture of fear, anger and lust. The conflicting emotions rolled within him and kept him on his knees.

"You could be so sweet, a cute boy like you." She raised her left leg slowly, the toes of her foot skating along his tender inner thigh. As she approached his scrotum he had a quick fear that she would attack it, harm him in the worst way a woman could and he flinched. Her toes rested beneath his hanging balls, holding them for a moment. It amazed her how vulnerable he allowed himself to be. She was flattered by his trust.

His testicles were heavy against her toes and she regarded them a moment and gazed at the beautiful stalk pointed at her heel. There will be time enough for that.

"I won't hurt you there," she said softly. "That's your special place. It's what a makes you a man. It's very important."

He couldn't bear to look at her; his face was twisted away, his eyes clenched tightly. He was breathing heavily. It looked as if the poor boy would have a stroke. Her foot continued up, flicking at the heavy stalk. It traveled up his chest until it rested within a breath of his face. From the floor David could see the light brown of her pubic hair. He inhaled the fresh scent of her sex and reeled in lust.

Her toe played on his bottom lip. "Kiss."

It was a short command that carried a lot of weight. She repeated the order, this time more forcefully. She acted like it was natural for him to lower himself in such a way. He couldn't put himself in that spot though. When he looked up she saw the look on her face. She was soft, pleading and he couldn't help but grow aroused. What did it matter anyway? He bent forward and pressed his lips to the arch of her foot. She seemed pleased and David felt proud of himself. "Good boy," she teased.

Her hand resting on his cheek tapped him softly and he felt a swell of pleasure from this condescending act. She turned and told him to put his hands on her thighs. They were soft and warm. From his place on the floor, David felt his cock jerk in approval.

She bent over slightly, pushing her ass close to him. With her facing the other direction, he admired it without restraint. It was full and wide yet toned. He was certain she took care of herself. Such a body could only come from running or exercise. With a slow movement, she pulled up the tail of her slip revealing the full, round cheeks of her ass.

Again she said it; "Kiss."

She was beautiful. Yes, more beautiful than someone like him could hope for but kissing her ass was the breaking point. No one that would consider himself a man would do such a thing. It's demeaning, low and humiliating. She moved closer, pressing her rear into his face. His nose was imbedded in her crack. He found he enjoyed it. "Kiss."

She didn't raise her voice this time, just repeated her command in a softer voice. David inhaled with shame. The scent of her ass, thick with musk and scent filled him. It smelled dirty. He didn't mind it though. He had never been in such a position with a woman, nor had he ever been so completely cowed as he was by her. His cheek still throbbed from her slap, reminding him of earlier. Now she was different. She was softer, more gentle.

Dreamily, with eyes closed, he pursed his lips and delivered a slight peck. "Ahhh, that's good," her voice was cheerful, as if about to laugh. "Kiss my ass like a good man." She thought for a moment and added, "Or I'll slap you."

He looked up at her, the globes of her ass overwhelming him and she scolded him. "More. Give me a good lick. You're doing well, boy."

It dawned on him what he had become and he moved back. With no room to stand, he toppled over the back of the couch so he faced her. She turned, anger beginning to show on her face.

"Why didn't you do what I told you to? If you won't kiss my ass then get out. Don't think you'll ever see me again either." He didn't want to leave. His flailing erection was proof of that. "Do you want to go?"

He shook his head. Prodding him for an answer he replied meekly, "No."

"Then get back on your knees and kiss my ass."

He slid to his knees but protested, "But it's so demeaning..."

She spun around, her palm connecting with his left cheek with a loud crack. "It's demeaning to kiss me?!"

"N- no, but your ass? It's shameful."

She laughed at this. "Shameful? Maybe you'd feel better if I got on my knees and licked you? That wouldn't be shameful, would it?" Her sarcasm affected her. Even she was amazed how far she had gotten into the role. It felt exhilarating. She was swept away.

At the thought of her mouth on him Eric hesitated. She smelled wonderful and her skin was so soft, he had no choice but to acquiesce. "...sorry," he whispered.

"Seems like I have to slap you just to get the response I expect. Don't think I won't."

He hung his head and gazed downwards. With an admonition she had him lift the tail of her slip and resume kissing her ass. This time there was no argument and he went willingly, almost joyfully. Her cheeks were soft and fragrant. They felt like velvet to his lips. Finally he understood that it wasn't demeaning. It was a privilege.

"Was that a sigh I heard?'

He was so caught up in the action he didn't notice the sounds he was making. Quiet, happy sounds came from beneath her ass. He couldn't help enjoying it.

"Now then," she said gleefully. "It's good to see you learning your place." She reached behind her and spread her ass. Eric notice the hairless crease between the cheeks and the tiny dark pucker in the center. It called to him and, without a word from her he bent to kiss it.

Her legs spread wider and she moved her hand to her crotch, slowly petting herself. A satisfied hum came from her lips. Eric's mouth kissed her slowly then lovingly suckled her back hole. "That's it," she moaned with approval. "Kiss my ass. Good boy."

She turned and held her slip to her waist. His eyes went wide at the sight of her sex. It was a tiny cleft with gently puffed lips surrounded by a well-tended flurry of golden brown hair.

Her hand rested on the top of his head as she pushed it back on the couch. He went willingly, too entranced at the sight of her pussy to resist. As she pressed her groin against him he noticed how wet she was. His mouth on her ass must have excited her because her juices left a shiny gloss on her pubic hair. Thick rivulets dripped down her inner thighs. Eric could see wetness collecting in the center of her hole and reached with his tongue to taste it.

She had pinned his wrists to the cushions of the couch and rested her weight on his chin. Eric could feel her on his lips. Soft hairs tickled his nose. There was a wide grin on her face as she looked down at him. "If you're with me, you have to do as I say. Can you do that?"

He sputtered, unable to speak with her so close. Her fingers were in his hair, tugging firmly. "You're going to do what I tell you, aren't you?" He moved to taste her and felt a heavy sting against his face as her hand flashed against him once more. "Answer me!"

He was defeated and couldn't deny it. From the corner of his eye he saw her raise her hand again and readied for the blow. Instead her hand gently caressed his cheek where a moment before it had stung him. It brought forth a sigh and he couldn't help but smile adoringly at her.

Her body inched closer so her pussy rested on his mouth. She filled him, only his nostrils, puffing against her engorged clit, allowed him to breath. Obediently he began licking. Rather than the nimble tickling he always began with, he immediately started lavishing her with long, broad strokes of his tongue. She leaned back, her hands resting on his knees, and rotated her body against his mouth. He was overpowered and licked hurriedly to keep her happy.

At one point, as his mouth drove her closer and closer to orgasm, she began bounding on him. Her ass and her warm, slick sex slapped against his face, coaxing her further. Her climax began as a deep twinge from inside her canal and slowly crawled forth until her body was leaking heavily into his mouth. She began shaking, the soft flesh of her sex vibrating against his mouth. He kept up his motions, licking her until she peaked.

The moment it hit her he felt a flood of her liquid in his mouth. He swallowed quickly as it coated his lips and dripped down his chin. She moaned lewdly as her fingers clenched and pulled at his hair. Her palm fell across his cheek clapping him twice across the face. He jerked from the impact but held steady. His mouth never stopped against her as he felt her clit spasm against him.