Bratty Anal Phone Sex: I Rode Him Until He Begged

The guy at the end of the hotel bar had been watching me for twenty minutes before he worked up the nerve, and the first thing out of his mouth was that women always beg him for more. I almost spit out my drink. Men who say that are always the easiest to break.

His name was Chris, he had that overconfident laugh, and within ten minutes he was telling me he could handle anything I dished out. I leaned in close, ran one fingernail down his arm, and told him I doubted that very much. He got this look like no woman had ever talked to him that way. They probably had not.

My apartment was six blocks away and he followed me like a puppy, already half hard just from the way I was swaying my hips on purpose. The second the door closed I pushed him back against it and told him to strip. Not asked. Told. He blinked, then started unbuttoning his shirt with shaking hands, and I could see exactly how much he loved being bossed around by a girl in a tight dress and a choker.

I sat him down on my couch and straddled his lap before he could even think. I was already wet, I had been wet since the bar, thinking about ruining him. I pulled my dress up, slid my thong to the side, and sank down on his cock in one slow roll of my hips. He groaned so loud I had to put my hand over his mouth. Not yet, I whispered. You do not get to make noise until I say so.

Riding him like that, being the one in control of every inch, every angle, every second, it gets me so unbelievably wet. I set the pace nice and slow at first, grinding instead of bouncing, making him feel how tight my little pussy was squeezing him. My nipples were so hard they hurt against my dress. Every time he tried to thrust up into me I pressed down on his chest and shook my head. Mine, I said. This is mine right now.

When I finally let him touch me, I guided his hands to my tits and let him squeeze while I rode faster. I could feel him getting close, his thighs tensing under me, and that is when I stopped completely. The whine that came out of him was pathetic and perfect. Please, he actually said. Please do not stop. I laughed right in his face and told him begging looked good on him.

I climbed off, and before he could complain I was on my hands and knees on the rug, ass in the air, looking back at him over my shoulder. I reached for the lube in my nightstand drawer without even getting up. You want my ass, I said, and it was not a question. I slicked up his cock myself, slow strokes while he watched, then guided him to my tight little hole. He pushed in barely an inch and I moaned so deep it surprised even me. That full, stretched, stuffed feeling is my absolute favorite thing in the world.

He fucked my ass slow while I played with my clit, and I kept telling him exactly how to move. Deeper. Slower. Right there. Do not you dare come. I could feel his cock throbbing inside my ass and I knew he was fighting it, and knowing I was the reason he was suffering made my whole body tingle. When I finally told him he could finish, I flipped back around, climbed on top, and slid his cock back into my dripping pussy.

I rode him hard that last minute, bouncing and grinding, and when he finally shot his load deep inside me I felt it, that hot pulse, and then the slow drip down my pussy walls after I stood up. I made him look. I stood there with cum leaking out of my tight little asshole too, from where he had stretched me, and I told him that was the hottest thing he would ever see. He just nodded, completely wrecked.

I tossed him his clothes and told him he did okay, for a beginner. He asked when he could see me again and I just smiled. We will see if you earned it, I said. Now get out, I need a nap.

Wanna have a filthy call about a brat who takes charge and rides you stupid? I am waiting, if you think you can keep up.