Just fuck her already!

Well, maybe if it was earlier in the day, I would have a little more patience. Maybe if she wasn't so pleasantly sexy in such a normal, approachable way. Maybe if she wasn't all dressed down like a long-term girlfriend on a comfortable Saturday night at home when you both just want to fuck, snuggle, and sleep. Maybe then I would have tried out some new things or taken my time.

But I was sitting across from a beautiful woman that literally could not say no to me, and I felt like everything I had been denied in life was just suddenly being handed to me on a silver platter. I'd be a fool not to take it.

“Well, Angela,” I began, “What I really want to do is to make love to you tonight.”

“I... Um... Y'know... I'd rather not. Right now. To be honest,” she stammered, standing up.

“Sit down,” I ordered in a casual voice. Angela sat. “Don't leave until I tell you to.”

“Like maybe if we get to know each other, down the road, y'know? But we just... I mean I don't even...” All the while as she spoke, her legs and hands were quite fidgety, and I wondered if she was trying to get up and leave. She didn't seem to know that I had complete control over her. She seemed a little worried.

“It's OK,” I assured her. “We're going to have sex tonight and probably in the morning, too. Go ahead to my bedroom – first door on the right,” her eyes followed the direction I was pointing. “I'll be there after I lock up.”

I went to close up for the night and Angela went directly to my room.

“Get naked and get under the covers,” I shouted to her as I turned off the kitchen light. As I walked towards the room, I took off my shirt and paused to slip off my pants. I tossed them both into the laundry room before joining Angela in my room. As I entered the room, I turned off the light, but then switched on the bathroom light so I could still see my treat for the evening. Angela was in bed, covers pulled up to her neck, her fingers still gripping the blanket. She was crying softly. I stood next to the other side of the bed, a few feet away from her.

“Please don't do this,” she begged.

“It's happening,” I said, though I was growing a little uncomfortable with the idea of this being outright ****. With Jade, it had felt like ****, something she a little bit deserved. With Angela...

“Hey, uh, Angela?” I began. I had an idea.

“What?” she asked quietly, sniffling.

“Who is someone that you really want to have sex with? Like – a fantasy, a dream guy?'

Just before she spoke, I cut her off. “Don't tell me, come to think of it. Just... imagine I'm him. Believe that however impossible, you're in bed with him. And then do with me whatever you would want to do with him, OK?”

I wasn't sure if this would work, but based on what I'd done with Jade, I had an idea it might. Angela's face looked a little confused for a second, then brightened suddenly as she looked at me and gasped, “Ohmygod!”

Sliding up a little into a sitting position, she stared at me in awe and whispered, “Is this really happening? How is this happening?”

Now I was really curious who she thought I was. But that wasn't important. What was important was the view I was suddenly getting of the top of her breasts. Most was still hidden under the blanket, which she kept clutched to her chest, but already I was seeing the promise of great things yet to be revealed.

“Don't question it,” I said with a smile. “Just... enjoy.”

Angela beamed in joy and nodded her head vigorously. Oh, this was going to be good. She let go of the blanket and moved into a kneeling position on the bed. On her knees, she moved towards me. Staring into my eyes, she raised a hand and lightly touched my cheek.

“It doesn't feel like a dream,” she said in amazement to herself.

“It's not,” I assured her. “Now... whatever you want to do... do it.”

Angela's breathing quickened. She ran her hands from my face, over my shoulders, down my chest and ended on my hips.

“I want to do everything,” she whispered, looking longingly up and down my body. I felt a twinge of sadness. No one had ever looked at me like that before. And barring some shenanigans from the app I controlled, I didn't expect to ever have a woman look at me with that degree of longing. And deep down, I would always know it wasn't real.

My melancholy was interrupted by Angela meekly saying, “Kiss me?” and putting a hand on my cheek again. I sighed and leaned in. Our lips met and she smiled. Ever notice how hard it is to kiss and smile at the same time? But that didn't deter Angela. Again and again our mouths met. Our tongues touched. Our hands explored. After a few minutes we were both breathing heavily through our noses, unwilling to pull apart long enough to really catch our breath.

Without saying anything, Angela pulled me towards her until I was stumbling onto the bed. She directed my fall until I was on my back. She looked down from her position above me and squealed in glee again. Then she resumed making out with her fantasy lover. I was enjoying the freedom I had to explore her curves with both hands. Her breast, her ass, her hips, her thighs – everything full and in perfect proportion. A slight belly was barely visible except when she bent over, and even that looked perfectly sized for her shape.

“Hair up or down?” she asked, reaching back and gripping her pony tail.

“You're beautiful either way,” I told her and was rewarded with a blushing smile. “But go with down for now,” I added. “It's the kind of sexy I'm in the mood for right now.” In a matter of seconds the pony tail was gone and Angela was shaking her blond mane across her shoulders. Her glasses joined her hair tie on the nightstand, and Angela scooted away from me a little bit. Once she was straddling my legs, she took my modest cock in both hands and began stroking very slowly.

“When you say everything...” I started.

“I mean everything,” she explained. “But only for you.” With that she moved off of me and got into a position to bend over and take me into her mouth. I gasped in pleasure as her lips moved slowly down my length, not stopping until she began to gag.

She pulled up her head and looked apologetically at me. “I'm sorry I can't-” she started, but I decided to try another command.

“No gagging when you have me in your mouth,” I said. I didn't know how much power I had over her body, but it was worth a shot. Angela gave me a curious look, a little hurt.

“I'm not complaining,” I explained. “Go ahead and try again, deep as you can.” She probably didn't need a command to do so, but nevertheless, she again took my length past her full lips, across her warm tongue, and all the way into her throat. I saw her eyes widen in shock as she tried to look up at me.

“Only for you,” I said, hoping it made sense. Hoping it made her feel special. For some reason, I wanted Angela to feel special and loved when she was with me.

What followed was level of vigor I never imagined could happen in oral sex outside of a porno. Angela, in her excitement, took full advantage of her newfound ability. Placing her hands on the bed, she lifted and lowered her head again and again, taking my entire length into her mouth, holding me then repeating the process. I swear she was laughing at one point, but it felt too good for me to pay close enough attention to be certain.

Blowjobs had always been... fine... in my book. But needing to restrain myself and let the woman do the work and not bring some **** to bear when I was about to cum... let's just say I prefer classical penis in vagina action to a blowjob. Not that blowjobs are bad! Sheesh. It's a preference thing. My point is – this was different. When I was close to cumming, I simply said, “Soon.” I was met with an enthusiastic “Mmm-Hmm!” that didn't even break the rhythm of her masterful mouth work. Then, when I knew I was seconds away, I did what I've never been able to do with a woman before – I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and viciously **** her face up and down a few times, then pushed her head all the way down and held it there until I began blasting my load down her throat. After two or three blasts, I lifted her head up for just a second, heard the hiss of air as she breathed through her nose, then I pushed her back down into place, crying out in pleasure as my tip again worked its way into her throat to make its deliveries.

Angela began to squirm, probably unable to breathe. Her eyes met mine, but she didn't fight. Those deep blue eyes were wet with tears from the past few minutes, but there was no sadness, just contentment. I released her head and she slowly lifted it. She took a few deep breaths and then fell on her side. “Oh my God!” she croaked. “That was so hot! I can't believe I actually... Oh wow. I'm so...”

Angela continued to mumble incoherently, never finishing a thought as I sat up, rolled her onto her back, and spread her legs. She almost seemed to take no notice until my tongue swiped up the whole length of her slit.

“Ahhh! FUCK!” she shouted, her head and shoulders jerking up off the bed. She grabbed the back of my head with her hands, then let go and held them awkwardly in the air.

“It's fine,” I said. “Go ahead.”

Angela moaned and gripped my head as she pushed her pussy against my face. I tried to lick whatever I could, but she was moving so much. I honestly don't know how she managed to cum except that she was so excited already. But cum she did, after only a few minutes with her thighs gripping my face. Her smell was musky and tangy and worth every lick. Her clit was peeking out, partially obscured by the thin mat of blonde hair she kept trimmed around it. Angela's orgasm was soft and steady and rising then falling. She shivered and squeezed me, moaned loudly then cooed softly. It was an adventure all to itself.