Fan Fiction: A Twist in the Tale

It might be a little early in my blog for a guest host, but while working on my own creations, I thought I would follow Jefferson's lead and share a little something from an internet friend... there ain't many switches out there... but this one can sure write it.

(It turns out, this is shaping up to be "fan week" -- see here.)

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After reading your post, I went to my bedroom and turned on the lights. I lay on my bed wearing nothing but my panties, my eyes closed, imagining you naked and watching me, from a chair across the room. I imagine you watching me as I brush my nipples lightly, caressing them until they're as hard as your cock.I want to rub them harder, pinch them, I know how good it'll feel, but I control myself, my face impassive, my body otherwise still. I know you're watching, your cock hard, almost painfully so. I slide my hands down my body slowly, to the waistband of my panties, hooking my thumbs in and pulling them slowly down...

Then I stop, smile, my eyes still closed. My panties are still around my hips and you can't see any of my pussy yet. You moan impatiently, unable to stop yourself.

"Only when you're spoken to, bitch," I murmur softly, almost lovingly, pulling my panties back up.

"Now... when do you speak? You may answer," I stroke my stomach, slowly, tracing circles with my finger that dip lower and lower. I know how badly you want to touch yourself, make yourself come but I don't care. I know you wouldn't dare without my permission.

"When you tell me to, ma'am," you whisper, your voice strained.

"Remember that," I spread my legs just wide enough that you can see my panties are slightly damp. I don't have to see your face to know how much you want to beg me to allow you to remove them. To let you come while you're wearing them. You know that's the closest you'll get to coming in me as punishment for speaking out of turn.

I put my hand on my pussy. My clit is throbbing like a second heart. I rub it very slowly, very lightly at first, then harder, my face expressionless once more. I look into your eyes, holding them as I rub harder and faster. Out of the corner of my eye I can see your cock standing straight up, red and swollen looking, your body covered in a sheen of sweat. Your hands clutch the armrests of the chair so hard I can almost hear the wood splinter.

My heartbeat is speeding up already, but I control myself rigidly, refusing to show even the slightest interest in your, or my own, touch. I wait for you to lose control, come without permission so I can punish you, make you beg. You sit there, suffering but also not losing control. Even though I don't show it, I want to make you come before I say so. I get pleasure from making you lose all your control while I still have mine.

I push my panties to the side a little, giving you a glimpse of pussy, wet and pink. I expect you to moan but you just bite your lip and close your eyes, your face red.

"You were not given permission to close your eyes, bitch," I say, my voice cold, commanding. You squeeze your eyes shut tighter for just a moment, then open them, meeting mine.

I pull the crotch of my panties away a little more so you can see my clit. You can't help looking. I smile triumphantly. I bring my other hand to my mouth and lick my fingers, wetting them, thenglide them down my body once more until they're just over my clit.

You sit forward in your seat to get a closer look. I raise one eyebrow challengingly and you sit back, cowed. You watch silently as I finger myself, pulling on my wet, glistening clit, pushing my fingers into my pussy a little at first, then as far as they'll go. Though my face is still and disinterested my body is shaking slightly, my breathing almost as fast and ragged as yours.

You should have come by now, and I'm angry that you haven't. I know that I'm close to coming and that if I want to keep my control you must always be the first to come.

"My panties are so wet... would you like to wear them?" I ask, knowing that in the past nothing makes your get harder or come faster than wearing my underwear.

You say nothing, only stare at me desperately, biting your lip. I smile, pleased, "Good doggie... you may answer my question."

"Yes ma'am... I would. Please," your voice is husky and rough.

"You may remove my panties and put them on," I say, spreading my legs wider and arching my body up. You come over to the bed, shuffling slowly. You reach out and carefully snag the waistband without touching my skin and pull the panties slowly down my legs with shaking hands. Sweat is running down your face.

When you get to my ankles I lay back on the bed and lift my feet slightly so you can pull them off. You stand there for a moment, stroking the dampness, then hurry to put them on. The barely fit over your cock, the bulge straining the fabric so that I can see every line of your cock. A new damp spot appears near the tip as precum runs out of you.

"Stroke yourself, bitch." I command, my eyes as glued to my panties as yours had been. I refuse to let it show how much the sight of your cock pushing out the front of my panties turned me on."But don't you dare come until I say so."

Your face a combination of torture and pleasure, you begin stroking your cock very lightly. I laugh, "Harder, bitch boy, don't make me repeat myself," I snap at you, my eyes narrowed, my voice low and dangerous. You stroke harder, grabbing your cock roughly.

I can feel it building in me like a wave, the need to see you come, the need to let myself come but I fight it, not willing to give up my control for a moment.You stand before me, pulling, stroking, spanking carressing. I lay in front of you doing the same to my clit, my fingers and pussy dripping.

I know one of us has to give, sooner or later, and I know it's going to be you. So sure that when you finally cry out I know you've come, unable to resist me for long. Smirking at you victoriously I close my eyes and let myself come, now, around my fingers, my body shaking and thrashing as I give up control.

When it's finally over, I come back to myself, limp, sweaty and drained, barely able to move. I hear a creak and realize, you're on the bed with me, straddling my waist.

My eyes fly open. You're looking down at me, grinning like a chesire cat.

"Were you given permission to be on my bed, bitch?" I demand, my voice raspy and shaking, my body still vibrating, weak. You put your hand on your chest and slide it down. Further and further until you get to my panties, which, instead of being soaked with your come, are still only slightly damp. After giving me a moment to let that sink in, you push aside my panties to reveal your cock, just as hard as before, not even slightly limp.

To startled to command you, I say: "But - how - "

You put your hand on my breast gently then squeeze my nipple so hard I practically squeak.

"Were you given permission to speak, bitch?" You grind out, twisting my nipple just hard enough that I realize the last bit of command and control I thought I still had over you has disappeared.

Now you're in control.

You push my legs apart, still smiling. "You thought you could make me come first just like you always have, didn't you, slut?"

"I - " I begin, forgetting my new place. You reach for my breast again and I whimper, biting my lips, putting my hand over my mouth.

"That's better." Instead of pinching my nipple you brush it lightly with your index finger until it hardens.

"Bet you're wondering how I outlasted you."

You reach into my panties and pull out your cock, aiming it down at me as you stroke it slowly.

"You may say: "Yes, sir, I was wondering how you outlasted me," you command me indifferently, not even looking at me, now.

"Y-yes sir I was wondering how you outlasted me," I ehxhale, all in a rush. My face is burning, ashamed, angry.

You smile slightly, still staring slightly above my head. All of a sudden a few drops of clear, slightly yellowish liquid drip from your cock, onto my stomach and breasts. Then it becomes a thin but steady, almost hot stream.

I gasp, disgusted and humiliated, squirming to get away from you but grab me and turn me over, slamming me hard into the bed before I can fight you. Your warm piss trails down my back, down my ass and you push my legs apart.

"Were you given permission to fight me?" You push my face into the pillow. I almost moan, but remember I wasn't given permission to speak.

"Good," you put on hand on my ass and I feel your cock, slide into me. You groan as you pull out and thrust into me again, harder. A final jet of piss streams into my pussy like hot water, filling me, running out of me, the my clit and the sheets beneath me soaked. I don't fight you, but I moan again before I can stop myself. You push my face into the pillow again.

"I thought you wanted to make me shoot, bitch." You laugh as you thrust in and pull out of me, the bed creaking as you rock us back and for, pushing my body closer and closer to the headboard. Soon you take your hands away and the only part of you touching me is your cock, sliding in an out of me.

"Who's in control, now? You may say: "You are, sir." You sound just as bored as I ever had. I wonder if you were pretending, like I was.

"You are, sir," I say, my voice muffled by the pillow. The wet sheets feel rough against my sensitive clit and despite my humiliation and embarrassment I'm aroused, and soon I'm moving my pelvis a little, grinding into the sheet, my pussy tingling. I start moving with you, meeting your thrusts. When you realize this, you laugh contemptuously.

"Did I give you permission to enjoy this, you filthy whore?"

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And this, unbelievably, is where she left off...