James Takes Advantage

"Let's see how willing you are," James said. Jean swallowed, a pit opened in her stomach at the look in his eyes. Excited tingles spread through her body at the same time. Inside of his trousers, his cock was hard. His eyes looked over her, seeing her but not seeing her. He seemed to be caught up in the moment, realising just how much power he truly had now. Jean waited anxiously, like someone waiting to learn their fate. Her heart beat faster and faster, her pulse raced through her body. Then, he looked at her again. His eyes met her gaze and then fell downwards towards her chest.

"Show me," He said. "Show me everything."

There was no point in asking what he meant by ''everything''. She already knew. Her hands moved to the front of her chest, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. Her nipples pressed into the inside of her bra, her pussy ached with want and desire. Made it hard for her to think clearly. James watched, silent and judging. Jean wanted to sink through the earth, she wanted to curl up into a ball. She wanted to take off her clothes. More than anything else, she wanted to keep going. The pressure around her chest eased as she popped the buttons. The blouse was quickly removed and set aside on the floor. She trembled as he stepped forward. She was wearing a thin white button up shirt now, and James seemed intrigued. She jerked when his hands started to move for her, pressing into her body gently as he undid the lower buttons. She swallowed, her face started to grow hotter but her hands worked on their own, undoing the top most buttons.

Button by button, the shirt was undone. Her skin was revealed, pale and naked. Jame's fingers brushed it, sending a jolt through her body. She grit her teeth to keep from moaning but it was hard. She felt so totally powerless in that moment. It was what she had always wanted. Jean shed the shirt as well, letting it fall to the ground between her feet. Her face felt hot, and James stepped back to admire her body.

Jean's body was slim but toned. Her chest was neither big nor small, she blushed as his gaze hovered over her bust.

"Take off the bra," He said. "Show me what you've got under there."

She nodded. Her mouth felt dry, and her fingers played with the clasp of her bra. It was not the first time a guy had seen her take it off, but it certainly felt like the most charged time! As she undid it and let it fall to the ground, James stepped forward again. Suddenly, he was right up against her, the heat of his body pressing into her skin. She froze, his fingers curled around her breasts. He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of them, running his digits and palms over them slowly. Touching them, teasing them. Her legs shook when his fingers turned to her nipples. Jean had to bit her tongue to keep from making a sound. His touch sent shivers running through her body. He smirked, seeming to recognise the effect that he had on her. He was so close, she could almost smell him. His hands stroking and teasing her chest.

"From now on," he said, "whenever we're alone, you're not allowed to call me by my name. I'm your master now, do you understand?"

"Y-yes...Ah!"

She cried out as his thumb and forefinger closed around her right nipple, twisting it just a little.

"Yes master!" She corrected herself. Her legs were shaking now. Her mouth was dry.

"That's better," James said.

Suddenly, he drew her into a kiss, pressing his mouth into her own. Jean wasn't ready for it and started but he didn't seem to care. He kissed her deeply, his tongue entering her mouth. She moaned into the kiss as his hands started to trace a path down her waist. Her skin tingled, waves of desire raced his every touch. She felt him reach the waistband of her skirt and begin to slip below. Jean closed her eyes. His hands roamed down her naked flesh, following the curve of her body as he kissed her more and more deeply. There was desire in his eyes, his cock was pressing against her through his clothes. Her pussy felt hot and tight, and she knew that she was soaking.

A burst of pleasure flowed through her when his hands started to press into her womanhood. Pressing down against the outside of her panties. She gasped, the motion transmuted to him through their closeness. He seemed to like it because his fingers explored her womanhood more. She felt him push her panties aside, his fingers stroking her outer lips. She was soaking now and he could feel it. There was a sense of shame there, but also liberation. This was more than she had ever hoped!

Her own hands moved again of their own accord. This time, they were tracing the outline of his body, feeling his muscles and his skin. He seemed surprised, but only for a moment as she dipped beneath the wait of his trousers. Below there, his cock was hard. Her fingers closed around its pulsing warmth. She breathed slowly, not even believing that this was something she was about to do.

Then she started to jerk him off. She moved her hand back and forth along his shaft, the wetness at his top was soon growing. Her other hand fondled his balls and as she moved back and forth, she felt James begin to touch more her urgently. His fingers were wet with her womanhood's arousal, each touch sent a current racing through her. Desire screamed in the back of her mind, tore her breath away. His ministrations of her womanhood were clumsy. He was doing it by feel, couldn't see what he was doing but it felt so very good. He was stroking her, the tips of his fingers pressing her labia aside. Moving deeper into her body, probing, invading.

She loved it. She loved it so much. Her back arched, her legs trembled. She gulped and tried to catch her breath. Jame's cock became harder, arousal coloured his face. His fingers became more demanding, touching her with more and more confidence. Before she knew it, he was pulling down her skirt. She felt the fabric fall down her legs, and she was standing in only her soaked panties and her leggings. Jean flushed red, but spread her legs to give him better access to her sex. His fingers stirred her up, made her moan. Her hands still worked at his cock, pleasuring him with her fingers. She pumped back and forth along his member, moving faster and faster as she did. He ran a hand across her vulva, his palm circling her womanhood for a moment as he teased her a little. Her toes curled, and she felt like she was drowning in aching desire.

James pulled down his pants, stepping out of his clothes to reveal his own naked lower body. His member was hard and erect, the tip of it beaded with liquid.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" He breathed out, his face was flushed. Red with arousal and want. His cock was erect, straining towards its full size. She nodded. Right then and there, it was exactly what she wanted.

"Tell me that you want it," he growled.

"Y-yes master!" Jean cried out, "I want it! Please put your cock in me!"