In Control by Rebecca Black

Ok, she could do this. Jenny eyed up the clothes she’d just taken off, piled neatly on the laundry basket in the corner. She’d thought about it enough, right? Thought about all the ways they could do this – all the ways they could fuck each other – how she wanted them to touch each other while she watched.

She drew in a deep breath and turned towards the sink. She needed to get her shit together. He was relying on her and she really didn’t want to let him down.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to just watch though. She felt all twitchy and tingly just thinking about it.

She watched her hand squeeze her breast in the mirror above the sink; it felt heavy and ached. She was fairly sure watching them was going to blow the top of her head off. Her hand moved down her body until she cupped herself between her legs. Fuck! She couldn’t help rolling her hips, pressing her palm against her pussy.

She flushed the toilet. She’d said she needed to go, but really she’d needed a minute to herself. She didn’t want them to know that she’d felt a bit overwhelmed there for a moment, but it was all good now. Rolling her shoulders, she leant forward towards the mirror, checked her teeth and swiped her finger over her eyebrow, noting the flush on her cheeks and how her eyes burned with excitement.

“Right, let’s fucking do this!” She whispered to her reflection.

Opening the door, Jenny strode into the bedroom to see them naked and waiting. She watched them both stroke their hard cocks as they scanned her body. Oh dear, that was naughty of them.

“Hands behind your backs. Now.” Her voice was low and firm.

They stood facing each other about a foot apart. Watching them obey her, she felt the first small thrill of power settle on her shoulders.

“Step closer to each other. That’s it – keep going. Hands by your sides now.” She heard Dan’s small gasp as the tip of his cock touched Sean’s stomach. They were a similar height, so when she told them to stop, their mouths were only a few centimetres apart and their cocks were trapped between their bodies.

Slowly walking around them, she trailed her fingers across their broad shoulders, down the dip of their spines until she palmed their arses. Squeezing hard she sank her nails in and smiled when Dan squeaked. It had the desired effect – he jerked forwards rubbing his cock along Sean’s. The dual moans stroked right over her clit.

She watched them both surreptitiously rub against each other, loving seeing them so needy. Raising her hand, she brought it down hard on Dan’s firm arse. “Enough! Stand still.” She stroked the pink mark on his skin, felt the slight tremble go through his body. Oh, he was loving this: her beautiful, slutty, man.

“Kiss each other. I want to see lots of tongue, but keep your hands where they are for now.”

The men’s eyes met as Sean’s tongue tentatively ran across Dan’s lips. Their mouths came together for a soft first kiss.

“Yes, that’s it.” She breathed. God, that was horny. “More, come on.”

Dan finally closed his eyes, tilted his head and gave into it. It rapidly became a hard meeting of mouths, tongues lashing and battling each other for dominance. She stood close, listening to their breathing change, the little groans of appreciation and lust.

Placing a hand on each man’s back, she stroked their hot, damp skin, pushing them closer together until the front of their bodies were aligned.

Dan’s hands were clenched into fists at his side.

“Touch each other.” No sooner were the words out than they grabbed the others hips, sliding round to cup each others arse so they could grind their cocks against one another.

Jenny couldn’t look away from them. Her whole body throbbed with arousal seeing these two men so into each other. They were straining towards one another, sweating and grunting; desperate to come and she wanted them to. She wanted to see it.

“Sean, take hold of both your cocks.” He immediately followed her instruction, stepping back slightly to make room. Dan rested his hand on Sean’s hip. His head rolled back on his shoulders at the first stroke, eyes closed, lost in the moment.

Sean was looking down at the hold he had on their cocks. They were both thick and long so his hand stretched wide to work them both.

“Oh fuck, yeah!” Dan moaned.

“That good, baby?” She asks quietly.

“So good, Jenny… please, put your hands on me. I need to come.”

She watched his hips start to thrust into Sean’s hand: small, shallow thrusts, and knew he was close. Moving to stand behind him, she pressed herself against his back and arse. Her arms went around him, pinching and pulling his nipples. Then she ran her palms over his tightly clenched stomach. Their cocks had a gravitational pull for her, they both moaned her name when her hand took hold of them. She matched her rhythm to Sean’s.

“Come for me, both of you.”

She felt his body go rigid. Sean picked up the pace, solid, rough pulls that drew the heads of their cocks together. Over and over until Dan’s head fell forward onto Sean’s shoulder and he shouted out his release. Hot and wet, she continued to slide her hand over their cocks until Sean mirrored Dan’s posture.

He jerked and shuddered, “Fuck! Oh fuck, yeah!”

More warm come covered her hand. She wanted a taste. Soon.

Feeling Dan wobble, they let go and she ordered them both to the bed. They staggered over and flopped down on their backs.

Standing over them, hands on her hips, her pussy screaming for attention. She said, “Right, you’ve got two minutes recovery time. Then I want both of your faces between my legs…”

They rolled said faces towards her, grinning. “Yes, Mistress.”

She bit her lip. Cheeky bastards.


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Rebecca x

 

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