Woman On Top

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Sometimes a woman just needs to take what she wants.
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One pile of shit after another, that all it became after a while. Life at the top is not hat it is made out to be and feels like a thousand pound of stress on your head day after day. I guess it is a lie, it never ends. The money is the only thing that keeps one going. And the husband… where do I begin? It started off great, sex like bunnies every day. Sometimes twice, even thrice. On the table, in the bathroom, in a public pool, on the rocking chair, even at the back of the church. Then it just fizzled out. Sex became a chore and that, ladies and gentlemen, is a fate worse than death. So much for trashy romance novels about happily ever after.

We hardly saw each other. When we did, it was for a less-than-romantic television dinner. Wheel of Fortune became more interesting than him. When we tried to talk, it boiled down to the same thing – bear his children, stop working and iron his socks. No, he wasn’t violent or aggressive about it but he kept going on about how Tom, Dick and Harry all had beautiful, submissive wives and 2.5 lovely children, trying to persuade me into doing his will. I got sick. It was tragic but I didn’t have the energy to talk to him anymore. So I stopped talking to him completely. My career was at its peak and nothing was stopping me, least of all Jack’s 16th century chauvinism.

The last straw came after a long day with a bimbo secretary, pissed-off clients and the boss who just could not keep his eyeballs out of my cleavage. All I wanted was to get undressed and hit the bed when Jack launched into another one of his lectures. I shoved him towards the bed, “You know what Jack, I’m sick of you and your shit. You sound better with your mouth shut.”

I was a little surprised at myself. I definitely wasn’t a small woman at 38-30-36, but most certainly smaller than Jack. I couldn’t believe I had actually used force on him and it worked. He was lying on the bed, with a complete look of shock. It was cute, having a grown man potentially at your complete mercy, and I wanted to eat him alive. The frustration, years of pent-up tension and sexual deprivation drove me crazy with lust and a certain controlled sexual rage.

It did not take me long to be straddling his tummy comfortably, my hands gripping his wrists. I felt a rush through my head and body; a sense of being so alive that had been lost for a long time. I felt slutty, in control and sexy. He didn’t resist, even after the initial shock subsided. I wasn’t expecting submission and it pleasantly surprised me. I looked down at him and smiled. This was a side of him I never expected and I liked it. I dug my nails into the mattress, pinning his wrists down hard, feeling his pulse and hearing each breath he took. “Like it, huh, Jack?”

His eyes shut, he nodded.

This was uncharted, but exciting territory and I had every intention of making the land mine. “Oh my god, Jack, so you’re a dirty little bitch like that, huh? And all that nagging was trying to get me mad enough to do this?”

He nodded again, moaning softly, a pinkish-red colour rising to his cheeks, and I smiled.

I leaned forward, licking his ear lightly, pursing my lips over his ear lobe. The tip of my tongue slid across his cheek, down to his lips. I knew it felt ticklish, made his lips tingle and ache with want when I ran the tip of my tongue along his lips. I had almost forgotten that. His moans got louder and his hard on between his shorts and my panty-clad crotch became more apparent. I cut him short, biting his lower lip a tad too hard, tugging it away from him. The skin between my teeth was at breaking point when I let it go and whispered, “If you even flinch, Jack, it’s over. You understand?”

He nodded and I cautiously let his wrists free, observing a little swell on his lower lip. I pushed his shirt up slowly, dragging my nails across his skin as it was uncovered. I left the shirt covering his face. For a moment, seeing him masked by his own shirt, hands above his head, moaning helplessly made me want to hurt him and love him at the same time. I just had to kiss his lips through the cloth. My curious fingers found their way to his tiny nipples and I rubbed both between my thumb and index fingers. Fingertip rubbing turned to nails trapping and pinching the tiny little buttons as I pushed my tongue against the shirt, into his open mouth. I shivered, hearing him moan in pain and pleasure, my crotch subconsciously grinding against his.

“Poor baby…” He was panting hard as I pull away and his nipples were swelling a little. I ran my tongue around both, soothing the ache. I pushed the shirt up over his nose, leaving just his eyes covered. My hands continued their journey down the outline of his body, occasionally pinching his bare flesh as I shuffled down his thighs. Unceremoniously, I pulled his shorts down, leaving them around his ankles. “Just like a little boy, Jack…”

His cock, god how I missed fucking and being fucked by it. 7”, pink, cut, hard and juicy. It got juicy at the slightest touch and it tasted so good, I just had to taste him. A quick kiss on the head left him groaning and my lips moistened. Fuck, it felt good on my tongue again after so long. I licked gently along the underside, rubbing my cheek against it, the skin moving up and down along with my movements. I could feel Jack trying very hard to resist grinding against my face so to reward him, I massaged his balls. My teeth carefully crowned the base of his head, grazing up and down his shaft, hurting him only a tiny bit. The pain from that was quite obviously balanced by my fingers still kneading his heavy, full balls.

I pulled out the thin silver belt from the waistband of my skirt, dragging the cold metal along his thigh. I made a small loop round his thick cock and around his balls, winding it one last time again round the now throbbing shaft. I pulled the entire bondage construction round his throbbing pink wreckage taut with the excess belt in my hand. The look on his face was exquisite, a mixture of pleasure, pain and humiliation. It was intoxicating and gave me a sense of freedom and self I had never found in a book, a promotion or the missionary style. And the screams and groans made my pussy drip like a fucking leaky faucet. “Oh god Mistress, please please fuck me…”

I tugged the chain harder, rubbing my palm round his large, sensitive head. He squealed. “I can’t hear you.” I really couldn’t, at least not all of it. I knew I had broken him and made him beg. It was hard for Jack to swallow that pride. But it was not enough. “Louder, Jack.” I slapped his cock with the back of my hand once, hard.

He jerked forward, groaning and grunting. “Mistress, please let me cum…” Laboured but loud and clear this time, it made me happy. And it made me want to sit on that swollen hot cock and fuck the living daylights out of naggy old Jack, which is exactly what I did. I wanted desperately to torment his cock further but not at the expense of my own urgent needs. I unwound the belt slowly as I squatted over his cock. The blood rushing back to his cock made him wince and writhe like a sexy, worthless worm beneath me. “Don’t you dare cum before Mistress, understand?” He nodded frantically, desperate for release.

I pull my panties aside, rubbing my moist pussy lips along his head, letting it slip between them. A huge rush washed over me as I lowered myself on his cock, the wetness making it almost too easy for his cock to fill me up. It drove me crazy and I was riding him like never before, bouncing atop his cock fast, rough and hard. He was grinding and pumping his hips desperately, as was I. And honestly, for the life of me, I cannot remember who came first. I know I exploded over his cock too soon, the orgasm hitting my body like fucking dynamite.

“Thank you so much, Mistress.” I smiled at my new pet

These days, Jack is quieter, pleasant-mannered and cooks a mean Chinese dinner. I appreciate coming back to a spick and span house after the long day and we’ve never been more in love. He does get out of hand sometimes, but I always manage to rope and paddle him back into place. After all, he needs the discipline he can get, what with baby Tiffany on the way.

Electric Geisha 2004

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 10 years ago

The woman has always been the gatekeeper of sex, guys try to initiate sex often but for the most part gets rejected, then she tells her girlfriend that he is not much in bed, I have done this many times to my hubby, finally we got counsel and he expressed total frustration, the consel suggested we each plan one incounter a week and without rejection we agree to try each others plan. I was amazed at how after a couple weeks, our sex life was on fire. He agreed to being tied in bed and I learned he actually willing to be used by a frustrated woman for intense intercourse, he actually enjoyed most of the intercourse, but I agreed my plan was asking too much of a guy, but he was willing to build up to his wife's boundless intercourse, I learned that I actually enjoyed being tied for sex also, things are very different in our bed these days. Don't be afraid to try different things in the bedroom it just might chnge your life for the better

maninconnmaninconnalmost 15 years ago
Nice

Hot story! Thanks!

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 18 years ago
WOW! That was brilliant!

That was a wonderful piece of writing that left me wanting more! I'll be looking ElectricGeisha from now on!

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
awsome !!

that was good enough to make me wet. We definately need more stories like this. Maybe I will try it...

AnonymousAnonymousover 19 years ago
i like that

Very sexy story we need more female domination stories on this site there such a turn on :).

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