Women In Control by JT Holland Page A

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