Women In Control (7 page)

But before he could settle on a course of
action, Whitney took matters into her own hands. She filled the
shot glasses, then grabbed the nearest one and held it up for a
toast. Scott grabbed the other one and clinked it against hers.

“
Bottoms up,” Whitney said,
effortlessly shooting the Jack.

Scott did the same, grimacing a bit as it
went down.

Whitney laughed. “Are you all right?” she
said, grabbing the bottle and filling the glasses up once again as
she talked.

“
Yeah.”

“
You sure? It didn’t look
like Jack treated you all that nicely.”

“
I’ll be fine,” Scott said.
And to prove it, he grabbed the glass and threw another shot down,
grimacing only slightly this time.

“
Not bad,” Whitney said.
She shot her glass and started filling them up yet again. Her eyes
had a psychotic little tilt to them. Scott wasn’t sure if the
butterflies in his stomach were due to excitement or fear. Or
perhaps both.

Oh well,
he thought,
nothing a
few more shots couldn’t cure.

#

Six shots later and Scott was starting to
feel the effects of the Jack. Nothing too serious yet, but he knew
from experience that it took a little while for shots to fully kick
in. Within a few minutes he would undoubtedly be buzzing hard, if
not outright drunk.

Whitney was feeling it too. He could see it
in her eyes, could smell it on her breath, could taste it on her
lips when she suddenly stepped towards him and clamped them onto
his. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he replied in kind, all
the while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was
going on.

Just go with the
flow,
he told himself. And he did,
following Whitney’s lead on everything, from the rapidly increasing
intensity of their kissing, to touching, to groping each other. He
was just starting to wonder if he should take the lead into the
next phase when Whitney pulled back, grabbed the bottle of Jack,
and took a swig straight from the bottle.

“
So what do you say, Scott?
Do you think you can give me what I need?” she said, handing the
bottle over to him.

“
That depends on what it
is.”

“
I need to get
fucked.”

Scott took a drink. “I think I can help you
out with that.”

“
You think you can?” she
said. “Or you can.”

“
I can.”

“
I’m not talking about
making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that,” Whitney
said. “I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough
sex. Can you handle that?”

“
Yeah.”

“
Are you sure? It may get
pretty crazy.”

Scott took another swig of the Jack, then
said, “Positive.” And he almost believed it.

Smiling, Whitney said, “Great. Then hold on
tight.” She grabbed the bottle out of Scott’s hand and took one
more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and dropped to her
knees, right there in the kitchen.

“
Whoa,” Scott said. “Wait a
second—”

“
It’s too late now,”
Whitney said as she yanked his jeans open and pulled them and his
boxers down to his knees without any hint of gentleness. Scott’s
cock was already hard; it had been since they’d started screwing
around. “I tried to warn you,” she said. “Now it’s too
late.”

Scott started to say something but Whitney
wrapped her lips around his cock and took the whole thing in her
mouth, shutting him up instantly except for the soft, wordless sigh
that came from his mouth.

Whitney held her position—deepthroating
Scott’s cock, hands gripping his ass, nose touching his stomach—for
a full 5 seconds before backing off to catch her breath. One of her
hands went to the base of his shaft and grabbed on tight while the
other cupped his balls. She spit on his cock and started
aggressively jerking him off.

Looking up at him, she said “You like that?
You like it when I take your cock down my throat? When I swallow
the whole fucking thing?”

Scott nodded, afraid of what his voice would
sound like if he tried to talk. But Whitney was having none of
that. She knew she wanted, and she was going to get it.

“
Say it,” Whitney said, the
evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to
hear you say it.”

Scott wasn’t sure when she’d flipped from a
relatively normal girl to a dirty-talking slut, but it was freaking
him out a little bit. He’d had his fair share of sex over the
years, but nothing like this. Not even close. It was disturbing.
Not disturbing enough to actually try and stop the proceedings, but
disturbing nonetheless.

“
I love it,” he
said.

“
Say it like you mean it,”
Whitney snapped.

“
I love it,” Scott said,
more forcefully this time.

“
Damn right you do,”
Whitney shot back, her hand still working his cock, her eyes still
locked on his. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you? You
want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as
it will go. Don’t you?”

Scott nodded without thinking.

“
Say it,” she said again,
more impatiently this time.

“
Yes,” Scott
replied.

“
Tell me what you want,”
Whitney said.

Scott was buzzing pretty hard from the Jack
Daniels but not quite hard enough to completely get over his
discomfort. So he reached for the bottle and took another swig from
it. Even though he knew it wouldn’t effect him immediately, just
the idea that in a few more minutes he’d be drunk enough to no
longer care what came out of his mouth gave him enough courage to
say the words.

“
I want you to deepthroat
me,” he said. But apparently it wasn’t forceful enough for
Whitney.

“
Not very convincing,” she
said.

Scott took another swig of Jack. “I want you
to take my fucking cock all the way down your throat.”

“
Close,” she said, the
psychotic look in her eyes now having spread to the corner of her
mouth. “One more time and I might actually believe you.”

Fuck it,
Scott thought.
No reason
to hold back now.

One more swig of Jack, then, “Choke on my
cock you fucking slut.”

“
Now
that’s
what I’m talking about,”
Whitney said, smiling like a demon.

She slapped his cock against her face a
couple of times then went back to blowing him, her lips moving up
and down his shaft in time with her hand, sucking and jerking in
unison with each other, choking noises coming from her mouth as she
took his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. And then her hands
were again gripping his ass cheeks and his cock had again
completely disappeared.

“
Ho-ly shit,” Scott said as
Whitney held his cock in her throat for what felt like an
eternity.

Her tongue flicked out and licked his balls
and her eyes started to leak tears, causing her mascara to run. She
gagged once, then twice, before finally pulling off his cock.

Whitney took a couple of deep, coughing
breaths then spit on his cock and started jerking it some more.
Copious amounts of saliva covered Scott’s cock, making it slippery
as hell.

She shifted positions, sliding her body
further beneath his, until he was practically straddling her face.
She held his cock against his stomach with one hand while cupping
his sack with her other, trapping them in a tight, little pouch.
She then proceeded to go to work on his balls, licking, sucking,
gargling them, one, then the other, and finally both together.

The pressure was practically unbearable.
Scott’s legs were jelly, forcing him to grab ahold of the counter
top with both hands to keep from crumbling to the ground.

And then, right when Scott thought he
couldn’t take it anymore, Whitney was climbing to her feet. She put
her hands on the counter and bent over at the waist, her legs
perfectly straight, muscles taut, her tight little ass sticking out
towards him, taunting Scott with its perfection. She reached back
and lifted the bottom of her dress up, revealing a black g-string,
which she promptly wiggled out of. As Scott watched, transfixed, it
dropped to the floor. Whitney stepped out of it, her heels clicking
on the hard kitchen tiles.

“
Well?” she said, her head
turned to look back at him. “What are you waiting for? Time to
return the favor.”

Smiling, Scott sat on the floor, grabbed one
of Whitney’s ass cheeks in each hand, spread them apart, and buried
his face in between them.

“
That’s right,” she said,
pushing back against him and wiggling her ass. “Get in there. Bury
your face in my pussy.”

Scott went to work on Whitney’s pussy,
lapping at it like a cat drinking milk, running his tongue up and
down her snatch, sucking on her pussy lips, sticking his rigid
tongue inside her. She started to ride his tongue, lightly at first
but then picking up more speed, her moans growing louder with every
bounce.

Reaching back, Whitney grabbed a handful of
Scott’s hair and pulled his face deeper into her, practically
smothering him, forcing him to breath her into his lungs. He did so
with pleasure, relishing in the helplessness, getting lost with
desire as her wet, musky sweetness intoxicated him further.

Then she was pulling his hair, lifting him
up from the ground.

“
I need you inside me,” she
said, looking back at Scott while she rubbed her ass against his
rock-hard cock. “I need you to stick that fucking cock inside me
and fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”

Wasting no time, Scott did as he was told,
his cock sliding into Whitney’s soaking wet pussy with no
resistance whatsoever. The moment he got it inside she slammed her
ass back into him, causing him to lose his balance and nearly
knocking him off his feet.

“
So that’s how it’s gonna
be, huh?” he said, grabbing her around the hips and leaning forward
to better balance himself against her thrusts.

“
You’re damn right,”
Whitney said, pushing against the counter with her hands to provide
more leverage. “Now shut up and fuck me like you mean
it.”

She slammed back into Scott again, but this
time he was prepared for it, and drove his cock into her at the
same time.

“
There you go,” she said,
slamming back into him again. “There’s some hope for you after
all.”

Laughing softly, not used to having his
sexual prowess questioned and not really liking it, Scott decided
to take more control of the situation. If Whitney wanted it hard,
he’d give her all she could handle.

He grabbed the back of her shoulders,
pulling her back towards him with every thrust. It took them a few
pumps to get their timing down, but pretty soon their bodies were
pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh, Whitney’s upper half
bent over the counter, her ass slamming repeatedly back against
Scott’s hips, her hair flying everywhere, Scott’s cock going in and
out of her pussy in long, aggressive strokes. Grunts of exertion
came from both their mouths, filling the empty apartment with the
sounds of raw, animalistic sex.

“
Fuck yeah,” Whitney said.
“That’s what I need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like the dirty little
slut I am. Slam that cock into my pussy. Punish me. Make me
pay!”

She threw her right leg up on the counter,
opening herself up even more to him. And Scott took advantage,
shifting his body to give her every inch of his cock. His left hand
drifted up and grabbed ahold of her hair and yanked her head back,
eliciting a sharp yelp from her throat as she arched her back to
alleviate the pressure.

“
You like that?” Scott
said, the effects of the alcohol combining with the oblivion of sex
to completely obliterate his inhibitions. “You like it when I pull
your hair?”

“
I love it,” Whitney
moaned, her voice a guttural growl.

Scott spanked her ass. “What about that?” he
asked, still fucking her like a madman all the while. “You like
that too?”

“
Yes.”

He spanked it again, harder this time.
“What? I can’t hear you.”

“
Yes!” she
screamed.

He spanked her ass again,
even harder this time. It sounded like a gunshot in the small
kitchen.
Slap!

“
Louder,” he
said.

“
YES!”

Slap!

“
YES!”

Slap!

“
YES!” Whitney screamed,
her voice quivering. “I FUCKING LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, DON’T FUCKING
STOP!”

Scott spanked her ass a couple more times
then wrapped one arm around her upper body and grabbed her opposite
shoulder and pulled her closer in to him, until their heads were
just inches apart. With his opposite hand he reached out and
grabbed her breast and squeezed, eliciting another gasp from
Whitney. Grunting with exertion, he continued fucking her with
everything he had, grinding up against her ass, pummeling her
mercilessly as she screamed for more until he no longer had
anything left.

“
Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Scott
said, pulling his cock out of her pussy at the last possible moment
and squirting his seed all over Whitney’s ass. Gasping for breath,
he leaned back against the counter behind him.