Both Sides Of The Coin

"I was a bad girl tonight," I whispered. Who's voice was that? Why had I said that?

He removed his hand from my thigh. For a moment, I was untouched, and free, and could run for it.

Then he stroked my hair. A light stroke, starting in front of my ear, pushing a lock back, continuing down onto my neck. My head craned towards the caress, and I let out of a soft coo.

"That's right. No need to be scared here. Just go with what feels right."

"I've been a bad girl..." I squeaked. My cock was rock hard in my panties, and I had to adjust. He had thrown me off balance. I reached out with my right hand and grabbed the arm rest. I reached out with my left hand and grabbed....his leg.

"Why don't you see what you can find?" My mind was lost now. My legs were spread apart to give my desperate cock room to breath. I reached my hand up his leg and found what I didn't know I was looking for.

Through his pants I could feel it. Hard. Long.

He moaned. I moaned.

"What do bad girls do?" He asked. His hand caressed my cheek. It slid down and off my face so that just his index finger was on my ruby red lips. They parted and his finger pulled down my lower lip.

My eyes opened. I looked at him. He was in control of the situation, he had the power. I had given it to him.

I wanted him to keep going.

His hand came to the nape of my neck and curled around. With the slightest pressure he steered me. One fluid motion, my hand never leaving his bulge as he persuaded me off the couch and onto the floor in front of him.

In my heels I sank to my knees. From here I looked up at the world, I looked up at him.

Without prompting, I unzipped his pants and boxers and slid it all down and off his ankles.

My hands rested on his naked knees, I sat there, trying to wrap my mind around what was happening.

"Here" he said. He took his hand in mine, and placed it on his cock. It was beautiful. Long, hard, veiny, a bulbous head. You've seen them in porn.