Women In Control

I Am A Pegger

I over scoop more of the cream on to the spoon and delicately push it in between my ruby red lips. The cream catches on the sides and sticks to my upper lip. I look across the table at him and smirk. He takes a mouthful of his dessert and smiles back. While I have his attention, I dart my tongue out and slowly lick the white cream away from my upper lip. His smile turns to a gulp and his free hand grips the side of the table. It’s just as I wanted. I wonder if he is a 1 in 5.

We both carry on eating our desserts. I take my time savouring every mouthful of the creamy tiramisu. He keeps taking glances as I spoon in the cream and lick off the remnants from my lips.

I finish off and slug down the rest of my red wine. It doesn’t go well with the dessert but it’s time to leave, he’s ready. I signal over to the waiter.

Can we have the bill please?

Would you like a coffee with it?

No thank you, just the bill.

The waiter leaves and my date, Craig, frowns.

Oh. I would have liked a coffee.

I didn’t give him a choice to say yes or no. Start as I mean to carry on.

That’s not a problem, I thought we could drink coffee at my place. I only live a twenty minute walk away.

He nods frantically in agreement. Of course he does, they never say no at this stage.

The waiter returns and places the bill in the middle of the table. Craig quickly picks it up and reads it.

How much do I owe? I ask.

It’s on me. It would be my pleasure.

I reach across the table and snatch it out of his hand. No, we share. No one pays for me. I make my own way in the world.

He stares, mouth slightly open. Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.

That’s okay. I will let you off. You’ll learn, I respond, and soften it with a smile and flash of eyelashes.

We pay our halves of the bill and set off out of the restaurant. I let him lead the way so I can check out his backside. Craig is a bit taller than me, even though I am in my heels. He has a shaven head and blue eyes. He is wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, which are tight across his butt cheeks pulling them up to give them that spankable look.

Outside the restaurant, I give into temptation, run my hand across his bottom, and give it a gentle squeeze. Uhm, just right. Not too muscular and not too flabby. Enough meat to cushion the blow. He jerks forwards at my manhandling, but I quickly walk on and change the subject.

Hurry up it’s cold, I say, and pace off down the road.

Tricksy wait, he shouts, and jogs after me.

He catches up and tries to repay the grope by sliding his hand around my waist. I catch it and hold his hand instead as we walk. He accepts the hand holding, even with my hand in the dominant held over position.

Tricksy. Is that your real name? he asks.

It’s the name I told you isn’t it, I snap back. I can’t let him question me.

Yeah I know, but is it the name your parents gave you.

That’s irrelevant. I told you my name is Tricksy, so please use it.

Okay. But it’s unusual.

It’s not my real name by the way. It’s just the name I use for my adventures. I know he is thinking Tricksy sounds like a name for a woman in adult entertainment. A prostitute, or a stripper, or a porn star. A woman that performs sexual tricks. It gives the impression I am up for anything. But the name has a purpose and another meaning, he just hasn’t realised it yet.

We get back to my place and climb the stairs to the 3rd floor flat. I go ahead on the stairs so he gets a nice rear end view of me in my little black dress and black heels. I like to take the high ground, the strong position. That should keep him excited.

I open the door and he follows in. I walk through into the lounge, by-passing the bedroom with the door purposefully left open. I left the lights on low in the red bedroom to give it an intimate, cosy feeling, a subconscious invitation.

Coffee then? I ask.

Yes of course.

Best to make them guess, if it really is just coffee. I like to keep them on tender hooks as long as possible, it builds up the tension to the final act.

I’m having a double espresso. I just want the buzz. What about you?

Yeah, but it would keep me up all night.

Good. Sounds like fun.

Again he nods frantically and splutters out an agreement.

I set the coffee machine running, pour it out and then walk over with two cups of double strength coffee. I don’t want him falling asleep.

We sit on the sofa next to one another and talk for a bit as our coffee cools down. In the background, I play some slow trip hop music and dim the lights a little to relax him.

My coffee cools down enough, and I pour it back. I shuffle over on the sofa and take his drink and pass it to him.

Do it in one. You get a better buzz that way, I say, and lift it towards his mouth.

He takes it and pours it down. Good, he is following my orders without hesitation. I set the pace and stay in control. Perfect.

He puts the cup down, and I lean in for a kiss. He kisses and shuffles around a little to make it easier. I run my hands down his chest and around his waist. He reciprocates putting his hands on my waist and on my back. I pull out his shirt so my hand can slip underneath to his bare flesh. He has a little flab, but not much and tenses his muscles up against my touch to act strong. He can’t follow my lead this time as no way through the little black dress. Instead, he runs his hand across my hips and to my outside thigh.

We continue kissing all the time. I pull back and smile. He grins back. I lean into the kiss again a little more forcibly this time, letting my tongue slip inside his mouth. I work my hand around from under his shirt, across to his midriff and rub it down onto his crotch.

He picks up the speed of his kissing and hands working across my body. I feel his trousers stiffen below. I release my other hand from his shoulder and stop kissing him. I bring both hands together and yank at his trousers to get at his cock. He leans back breathless from our kissing, in order to free the way to get his pleasure. I unbuckle the belt, unzip his trousers and pull aside his briefs. His dick pops out all hot and red, with a little pre-cum staining against his pants. I go back to kissing him and start to gently massage his penis.

He kisses back and tries to put his hand under my skirt. I release his cock, grab his hand, and clamp it firmly against my breast. I move it up and down a little so he gets the message, and then I go back to pleasing his cock. He cups my breast and gropes at it, and I continue to wank him off for a little while. I can tell at the speed of his kissing and groping things are building up, so I stop.

I let go of his cock and stop kissing him as I lean back to look at him eye to eye. His face is in a panic.

Is everything okay? he asks, an almost pleading sound in his voice for me not to stop.

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