Make Him Work

"Jimmy," she said. "You feel my hand around your shaft?"

"Y-yes Miss Lane," he stammered.

"You want me to stroke it? You want me to rub your hard dick?"

"Y-yes!" the young man said.

"No." Lois grinned as she gripped it tighter—until she saw him wince. "This is mine now, Jimmy. Say it."

"Ow!" Jimmy bit his lip. Lois gave a little yank, bringing his hips creaking forward, and set his red-furred balls to swaying underneath.

"Say it." She said, some of her father's commanding tone creeping into her voice.

"It's yours!" He said.

"That's good, Jimmy." She loosened her grip a little. "Now—I'm not mean. I'm going to help you get off. And you're going to do exactly what I say, aren't you?"

"Y-yes Miss Lane." The ginger said—and she felt him throb in her hand, hard as a rock. Jimmy liked being dominated. Lois smiled.

"I'm going to hold it. Because this is my property, and it belongs to me. You Jimmy...you're going to pump." She grabbed his ass and squeezed it. "Here, I'll guide you."

And Lois did. Standing behind him, pushing and pulling on that taut buttock, she guided Jimmy's hips as he began to hump the air, his long skinny penis running through her circling hand, the sensitive tip plunging back and forth through the ring of thumb and forefinger, back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster... Lois could feel her own nipples getting hard in response. The hot dick in her hand felt like it was trying to rub her hand raw.

"How close are you, Jimmy?" She said, as his legs began to shake, pelvis shuddering in its rhythm.

"Oh, Miss Lane, I'm going to cum!" He said.

Lois hand clamped down on his dick hard. Jimmy squeaked. The high pitched squeal made her wet. "Did I give you permission to cum yet?" She whispered.

"M-Miss Lane! Please! I'm so close!"