New Model

Brittney sat on my lap with my hard cock straining through my pants against her ass. I
enjoyed watching you pose for the photo shoot. I enjoyed is so much I have a hard on. ” I think the least you can do, since it’s your fault I have it, is to help me get rid of it.” With those words I stood her up, holding her arm with one hand and unzipped my pants freeing my cock. It looks long and thick and it is kind of shiny on the end with cum oozing out the tip. Brittney tries to pull away but I hold her tight, and then push her down on her knees in front of me. ” Take your mouth, and swallow my cock Brittney.” When she still hesitated I yell ” SUCK IT NOW!”

I place one of my hands behind her head forcing her mouth down onto my crotch. As I did she looks up into my face expecting that maybe this is a joke, maybe it is some kind of dream, but the smile I had made her sure that what is happening is real. Her heart sinks from the shame and misery of the moment as my cock touches her lips and the pressure of my hand forcing my cock into her moist mouth. I keep pushing until she nearly chokes, she feels the head of my cock actually going down her throat and she starts to gag. ” Don’t choke on it Brittney. Suck it! Move your head up and down like this.” My hand changes positions grabbing and handful of her hair and pulling her head up which drags her mouth along my cock. My penis is fairly smooth with thick veins running along it. ” Now you go back down on me, keep sucking as you do.”

I reach down taking hold of her breast, squeezing hard. She winces and pushes my hand away. I pull her up and to me, knocking her off balance. I hold her tight between my thighs kissing her mouth hard. I try to push my tongue into her mouth but she refuses. I grab her jaw forcing her mouth open and my tongue in. I tasted of Bourbon, smells musky. She hesitates and then kisses me back, pressing her pelvis against my crotch. A small voice in her head asks; Brittney, what the fuck are you doing. She has long ago learned how to ignore the voice. My hand went into her tube top cupping her breast pinching and rolling the nipple between my fingers, sending electrical shocks to her pussy. She feels my cock responding and instinctively grinds her hips against it, her body moving involuntarily.

The situation is spinning out of control, she has always called the shots, using her sex to control the men she met and the scenarios she created. But this is no ordinary man. This is a wealthy and powerful man. A big man, over 6 feet and solidly built. I can probably break her in half if I chose to, and I’m taking what I want from her and she is powerless to stop me, and not at all sure she wants to. Her head is spinning and time is all jumbled up, making little skips, dropping a few seconds here a few more there. Pieces of time showing up later in all the wrong places. She feels making me hard is re-exerting a measure of control. Still, her pussy is letting her know who is really really in charge here. With one hand massaging her breast and the other sliding up beneath her skirt, she is beginning to get aroused, tingling between her legs.

Brittney stood wobbly beside me as I drag her inside a back room pushing her up against the wall. Holding both her hands high above her head I kiss her again pressing myself against her grinding my hips, my cock a hard bulge rubbing against her belly. I took her by the wrist dragging her into a dark corner. She stumbles breaking a heel and after walking peg legged for a few steps, kicks off her shoes. ” Get on your knees.” I said, stopping to unzip my pants again.