... over and over again. You want to cum more than once, but you're afraid to cum too early because then you might not be able to any more, and the pleasure will be over. You like watching me play with myself for you in many different ways. You like me talking dirty to you. You like kinky stuff as long as it's done delicately and doesn't cause pain. How am I doing?" I couldn't believe how right-on she was being. My cock was growing in my pants. "Jeezus ... how did you know all that ...?" "Oh, it's not not all that hard to figure all this out from what you've said so far and from your fantasies, Al." She waved the folder at me. "I read them. Remember?" I nodded and laughed nervously, "Yeah, that's right ... you did at that. I should've figured ..." She interrupted, "No big deal. Anyway, another reason I'm good at anticipating your needs is that I'm pretty much the same as these women you fantasize about: I'm dominant but "friendly", as you put it. I use erotic persuasion, not pain or humiliation. So, I know from experience what men like you need. Now, you may not believe this, but it's hard to find men that really want this ... many are threatened by women who want to be in control, and of those who really do want to be dominated, most want the pain and humiliation stuff, which I'm not that into. That's why I'm glad I found you." She paused, and I said I was glad I found her, too. She smiled and continued. "I'm quite experienced at this, Al. I get turned on making men do things ... making *you* do things." She paused again and looked at me intently. "Do you want me to make you do things, Al?" She kept staring, waiting for my reply. I was scared but excited. I *did* want her to be dominant with me. The combination of fear and excitement was turning me on. My heart was beating fast and I had butterflies in my stomach as she kept staring patiently and intently. Finally, I managed to say, "Yes. Yes ... I want ... I want you to ... to make me do things." She nodded and slowly uncrossed and spread her legs, bending her knees so her feet were flat on the desk near her ass. |