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“It sure was,” Ashley said.

“Maybe next time we can even get a man involved,” Brandi said. “Double-team some poor guy and get ourselves off at the same time.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” Ashley said. “Did you have anyone specific in mind?”

“Fuck no,” Brandi said. “All the guys I know are pieces of shit. I was hoping you knew somebody.”

“Actually, I might,” Ashley said. “We used to go out and still get together every once in a while to fuck. And I know he’s be up for banging two girls at once.”

“Then set it up,” Brandi said. “Just tell me when it will work.”

“I will,” Ashley said, leaning over to give Brandi a kiss. “But right now I need to get some sleep. Between the fucking and drinking, I’m about to hit the wall.”

“I hear you there,” Brandi said.

“Do you mind if I just crash on your couch?”

“Fuck that,” Brandi said. “I’ve got a big, comfortable bed. Come on with me and we’ll sleep together.”

“I thought we already did that,” Ashley said, grinning as she stood up.

“Yeah,” Brandi said, returning the smile and climbing to her feet. “I guess we did.”

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THE ALPHA FEMALE GETS POUNDED

I’m an alpha female, which means I pretty much get what I want. And tonight I want to get pounded by Andy.

Andy is an interesting guy. A mid-level vice president with a huge, multi-national conglomerate, he’s a submissive at heart who longs desperately to be in charge. In his mid-30’s and always on the road, he’s an easy guy to hook up with and even easier on the eyes. Six foot three, two hundred fifteen pounds of pure muscle and a rugged face. His cock isn’t huge, but as many a good little slut will tell you, size is only part of the equation—as long as it’s inside the bell curve, of course. What you do with your cock is just as important. And Andy is an animal in bed when the conditions are right.

The trick with Andy is to make him believe he is in charge even though he really isn’t. Because even though he tries to play the tough guy, deep down he’s really a decent fellow, which means he can only take something if permission is given. As much as he wants to, he can’t take things by force. It’s just not hardwired into him. So I have to tease it out of him by manipulating the situation. I have to give him exactly what he wants in order to get exactly what I want from him, which in this situation is my version of safe sex; pounded into submission without having to worry about it going too far. After all, if I don’t give him permission, he won’t do it. Which puts the ball squarely in my court, even though he doesn’t know that.

That’s why men always come back to me for more—I give them exactly what they want, even if they don’t consciously know what that is. It’s my gift.

And if there’s one thing I’ve learned above all else over the years, it’s that this deeper level of control is what truly gets me off. There’s nothing more empowering than being a five-and-a-half foot, one-hundred pound girl that dominates men a foot taller and a hundred or more pounds heavier. Not only mentally but (although it may not seem like it to the uninitiated) physically as well. I fucking love it.

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I arrive at his hotel room at just after 9PM. He’s still dressed in his business suit, save for the jacket. His tie is on but loose. He’s got a glass of what looks like Jack Daniels in his hand. From the look in his eyes he’s already had a few. Which is good for me. Makes my job that much easier. Especially with Andy.

“Nice to see you again,” he says, polite as always.

But I’m not here to talk. I’m here to fuck. So I get right down to business, dropping to my knees and unzipping his fly without so much as a word in reply.

His cock is curled up inside of his pants, pressing up against the material, creating a bulge. I reach in and slide it free.

Right now it’s hard but not completely stiff, so I go about fixing that. Gripping the base of his shaft with my hand, I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. A couple of sucks and some work with my tongue to get it slippery, and then I take a little more of his cock in my mouth, then a little more, then a little more, until pretty soon I’ve taken it more than halfway down.

“Holy shit,” he says. “That’s fucking good.”

Maintaining eye contact, I suck his cock while jerking his shaft with my hand. I can feel his cock growing harder, filling up my throat, making it difficult to breathe. I hold it for a few seconds then back off, letting his cock slide out of my mouth.

I gather up all the saliva in my mouth and spit on his cock and jerk him off some more. Still looking up at him, I say, “You like it when I suck your cock, don’t you?”

He nods, still a little shy. Even with the whiskey in his system, it’s taking him longer than usual to get in the mood. Time to up the ante a bit.

I slide a little further down beneath him and lick his balls while still jerking him off. “What about that?” I say. “You like it when I lick your balls?”

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