Take her now

I was in no mood to mess around any more. I was horny, I was drunk with power, and I could foresee no real consequences.

“Here's what's going to happen,” I repeated. “I'm going to take off my clothes and sit on that couch.”

Grace's chest heaved in sobs.

“And you're going to take off your clothes, join me on the couch, put my cock in your obviously hungry pussy, and then you're going to ride me until I cum. You're going to feel better and better the longer you ride me, and when I cum, you can cum, too, and finally stop feeling horny.” I didn't know if I could control her her orgasm like that, but it was worth a shot. And she didn't seem to question it.

“Now let me up,” I demanded. She stood up and I walked to the couch, doffing my shirt and dropping my pants as I went. By the time I got there, I was stepping out of my boxers and tossing them to the side. Plopping down on the cushions, I looked back and said to Grace, “Your turn.”

“Please please please don't do this,” she begged, all the while removing clothing and walking towards me. If I didn't look at her face, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

“Just accept this, Grace, OK? This is happening.”

Like magic (which, I guess, it was), Grace's pleading stopped. She wasn't happy, but she was resigned. It was an odd pairing of expressions, to be sure – she was still intensely horny but at the same time glumly resigned to what was about to happen.

Without any fuss, once she reached the couch, she climbed on my lap, grabbed my eager cock and lined it up with her entrance. I could feel the wetness of her **** arousal smearing all along my tip.

And then she sank down, taking me all the way inside her in one motion. I groaned in pleasure. She grunted. And without settling or waiting, she began a steady up and down motion.

“Ohhh... Grace. You have no idea how good this feels,” I said softly.

Grace didn't answer but continued to gyrate and bounce. The tears had stopped, but the wet tracks were still visible on her glowing cheeks. I leaned back as far as I could to take in her breasts, which were larger than I had imagined. She had always hid them under modest outfits. Even her bikini top had not done justice to the treasures it had held. But now there was nothing in the way.

I leaned forward and suckled one nipple, then the other. I rubbed my hands up and down her thighs, around her back and then cupped her ass, which tightened and loosened again and again as she worked my cock in her depths.

There was no way this could last as long as I wanted it to. And the great thing was, it didn't need to. I could cum now, then call on Grace tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, and the next. That is, if I even wanted to call her after meeting the other girls I could do this with. I imagined a nearly endless series of women taking Grace's place on my cock. Each of them **** ride me just like this. Some of them believing they had chosen the whole thing.

I had never gotten off on power play before, but I was starting to feel god-like. That feeling of power and the sound of Grace's grunts and whimpers and moans brought me to a quick finish. With no warning, I grabbed her hips and **** her down as hard as I could onto my cock. Pushing up from the couch, I sought the deepest depths I could reach, just as I started to release my load into those depths. I groaned my pleasure and seconds later Grace cried out in her own release. I felt a sudden clenching at my base and a warm rush all over the union between us. Grace was cumming, just like I had commanded her. She gasped and lurched forward again and again, her hands tightening on my chest and her eyes clenched shut. I never imagined I would be seeing Grace's O-face. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.

In that moment, I think I fell in love. I wondered if there would be any way for me to repair what I had just destroyed – the trust, the friendship. It seemed so much was possible with this app, but not everything. I'd need to think long and hard about it and make a plan – not only for Grace, but for all the women I now controlled.

We stayed joined for about a minute, my cock starting to shrink again, her breathing returning to normal.

“Feel better?” I asked.

“I don't feel crazy horny, if that's what you mean,” she said glumly. “But I feel wretched. I... I hate myself. I'm scared. And... and I just want to leave.”

“Well, I'm not going to stop you. Go ahead. Glad I could help out.”

Grace silently collected her clothes and got dressed. I stayed on the couch, basking in the pleasure of total satisfaction. After a few minutes I heard the door open and then close again. She was gone. But, from what I understood of the app, she was never going to be out of reach. For now, sleep. Then tomorrow – explore my new horizons!