“Did you even bother trying to wake me up?”
“No, I figured you just wanted to sleep.”
“Why did you think that?”
Matt shrugged.
“You know what I think?” Jen said. “I think you would rather watch some slut take it in the ass than fuck your girlfriend.”
“That’s not true,” Matt said.
“No? Then how do you explain coming home and turning on porn without even trying to wake me up.”
“I already told you—”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said. Her words were harsh but her tone said it was all in good fun. She wasn’t really all that pissed at him. “You just figured I wanted to sleep.”
“Exactly.”
“So you would rather fuck me than watch porn?”
“Of course,” Matt said.
“You’re gonna have to prove it to me,” Jen said.
“Gladly,” Matt said, starting to stand up.
Jen put her hands on her shoulders and gave him a shove, knocking him back down onto the couch. “No, no, no,” she said. “You’re just going to sit there and let me do whatever I want to you until I say you can do otherwise. That’s how you’re going to prove it to me.”
Matt tried not to smile. He loved it when Jen took charge. He only wished she did it more often. If he would have known how easy it was to get her to take charge, he would have done something like this earlier.
“Fine, fine,” he said, sounding annoyed. “Whatever you say.”
“Don’t give me that shit,” Jen said. “You know you love it. But tonight I’m going to take things further than ever before.”
“Promises, promises,” Matt said.
“Yeah, you just wait, mister. You just wait.”
And with that, Jen slipped off her t-shirt off, leaving her completely naked. Matt again marveled at how smoking hot she was with her sculpted arms, gorgeous tits, washboard stomach, perfect ass and long, shapely legs.
As Matt stared at Jen, she started playing with her pussy, rubbing the outside of it with her fingers, slowly at first, before gradually picking up steam.
Matt’s cock was still hard from earlier and getting harder with every passing second. He pulled it out of his pants and started playing with it.
But Jen was having none of that. She bent over and slapped his arm away with her free hand.
“I told you to sit there and watch, not to play with your cock,” she said. “You’re being punished, not rewarded. Now don’t fucking touch it again, okay?”
“Okay,” Matt said in a disappointed tone.
Jen glared at him for a moment, then went back to work on her pussy, slipping two fingers inside it. She started fucking herself, initially taking her time before ramping things up. It wasn’t long before she was hammering her fingers in and out of her pussy, getting it wetter and wetter while her groans grew continually louder.
Looking up at her, Matt tried to keep the smile off his face but couldn’t. He was enjoying himself way too much. His dick was harder than ever, sticking straight up out of his pants, pointed directly towards the ceiling. It was all he could do to not start playing with it, especially with Jen standing over him, taunting him with her fingers inside her sweet pussy.
Grinning widely, enjoying herself immensely, Jen pulled her fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth and sucked her juices off. Then she spread Matt’s legs apart and stepped forward, her body in between his legs, so her pussy was directly above his cock, just inches away.
Matt reached out towards her pussy but she slapped him away again.
“Don’t touch anything,” Jen said, staring at him. Her smile had morphed into a an evil little smirk. “Not until I tell you to. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes mistress.”
“That’s better,” Jen said. She climbed atop the couch and straddled Him. Then she sat down on Matt’s stomach and backed her ass up until it was pushing back against his cock. She reached around her ass and grabbed his cock and started stroking it, bouncing it against her ass and rubbing it up and down her crack as she jerked him off.
“Do you like it when I torture you like this?” she asked.
“Not really,” Matt replied. While he normally loved it when Jen took control, she’d never displayed this level of dominance before. And it was making him a little uncomfortable.
Jen tilted her head slightly and glared at him.
“I mean, yes,” he said. “I like it.”
“No you don’t, but that’s okay,” Jen said. “Because I do. And tonight, that’s all that matters, right?”
“Yes, mistress,” Matt said.
“You want me to sit on it, don’t you?” she said.
Matt nodded.
“How do you ask?” Jen said.
“Please,” he said.
“Please what?”
“Please sit on my cock,” Matt said.
Jen cocked her head and gave him a look that said she was expecting more.
It took Matt a moment to figure out what else she wanted from him. Then he had it. “Mistress,” he added.
“Maybe later,” she said before releasing his cock.
Matt let out a disappointed groan and Jen laughed. Then she put her hands on her tits and started playing with them, pushing them together, rubbing her nipples, squeezing them tightly.
“You like these perfect little titties, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, mistress,” Matt said, finally starting to figure out what she wanted from him.
“Would you like to suck on them?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Say the whole thing,” she said. “I want to hear the words.”
“Please let me suck on your tits, mistress.”
“Very good,” Jen said. “You’re finally starting to get the hang of this. Keep it up and I may just reward you. But first, I’m going to mess with you some more.”
She pressed her tits up against Matt’s face and shook them back and forth, smacking him with them.
“Stick your tongue out,” Jen said.
Matt did as he was told.
She stuck one of her nipples directly in front of his mouth. “Lick it.”
Matt did, noting how hard her nipple already was. Jen seemed to really be getting off on this.
She stuck her nipple further into his mouth. “Now suck on it.”
Again Matt did what he was told.
“Harder,” she said.
Jen groaned as Matt sucked on her nipple with everything he had. Once it was rock-hard he switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. She groaned some more and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him deeper into her, making it difficult for him to breath. She squeezed harder for a moment before releasing his head, her tit popping out of his mouth.
Jen leaned back and slid her ass further up his chest and laid her ankles on the back of the couch so her pussy was right in his face. Then and started playing with herself again. Her ring and index fingers moved in and out of her pussy, slid up to rub her clit, then plunged back into her snatch.
“You like watching me fuck myself, don’t you?” she said. “You like seeing me bang my tight little pussy with my fingers, right?”
“Yes mistress.”
“You want to taste it, don’t you?” she asked. “Tell me you want to taste my pussy. Beg for it.”
“Please mistress, let me taste your pussy,” Matt said. It sounded more natural than before now that he was getting used to the situation. For some reason it no longer was embarrassing to get treated like this.
“If you really want to,” Jen said. She increased the pace, hammering her fingers inside herself, getting it nice and juicy. Then she pulled them out and jammed them deep into Matt’s mouth.
He gagged for a second before sucking on them proper, tasting her familiar sweetness.
“That’s right,” she said. “Clean my fingers of my pussy juices. Suck them until they’re sparkling.”