Tiger Tamer

Ha! Taylor mentally celebrated a small victory. Johnny was putty in her hands, now! She just had to dream up something... that they wouldn't usually do, to make full use of her soon-to-be slave.

As Johnny approached, she knelt down in front of him with her hands in her lap, her arms close to her body so that they pushed her modest breasts together just a little. She looked up at him with big blue eyes, her chin tucked down. "Can I take off your boxers?" She said, asking permission with her eyes as well as her voice.

Johnny wasn't sure whether he should get lost in Taylor's big, blue eyes or her modest yet perky bosom. He stopped in front of her and when she asked whether or not she could take off his boxers. Johnny's eyes lit up and he sat beside her. He traced a finger along her thigh and plucked at the string of her thong. "Yeah, babe." He said with a large grin.

Taylor bit her bottom lip, and with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes she crawled around until she was in front of Johnny and gently slipped her fingertips under the waistband of his underwear. She started to pull at them, and the leaned in closer, glancing up at him, and took the waistband in her teeth. She crawled backward and wiggled back and forth to work them off and completely uncover his hard, magnificent body.

She glanced down, and then back into his eyes. Her mouth opened slightly and she smiled. "You know what comes next?" She asked.

Johnny watched as Taylor crawled to him. He couldn't help but lean back as she took his waistband in her fingers and began to slide. Johnny bit his lip as Taylor leaned in and took his boxers in her teeth. His fingers dug into the floor as he watched her, holding his breath.

When she took his boxers off, he grinned at her and tried to push himself up. "You don't play fair..." He said. That was about all he could do.

Taylor crawled her way up on top of Johnny, one of legs between his, and dipped her back down to drag her sex up his leg. She shivered and giggled and looked down into his eyes, her hair hanging down around her face to form a sort of blonde canopy between them.

"I play to win, Tiger," she said in a soft, sultry growl. She slowly, deliberately, picked up one leg and brought it up to brace her knee firmly against Johnny's chest. She stroked his cheek gently. "Now be a good boy and lay still."

Her other hand slid down his stomach to the crease of his hip, and then toward the middle. Very slowly, as if the air around her hand was almost too heavy, she began to stroke his cock from the base out to the tip, running the backs of her fingernails down the underside on the return trip each time.

Johnny watched as Taylor slowly crawled up his body, stalking him like a predator as he felt her push herself against him. He balled his hands into fists and bit his lip. She hadn't even gotten naked yet as she crawled up him.

He stared up into her eyes as she made the canopy for them. And when she leaned back, he sucked in a breath as she took his length in her hand. "S-Shit..." He said and exhaled as she touched him. He was already incredibly stiff.

He pounded his hand into the ground and looked up at her. "Dammit." He said with a lusty haze in his eyes. His hand went up and pressed against her side and ran it down her body. As his hand slid against her perfectly smooth skin and along the curve of her ass, he pulled away and swung his hand back so it slapped her ass hard. He then dug his fingers into her cheek and used his strength to try and throw her off balance so he could try and turn his body away from her grip. "I can't let it be THAT easy now! You aren't even naked yet!" He said with a wide grin.

"Ee!" Taylor squealed and wriggled when Johnny slapped her ass. She smiled devilishly down at him, but her sultry self-assuredness was short lived.

"You like that, don't- ack!" Taylor's eyes got big, and after a single flailing of her limbs she flopped gracelessly on to her side. In one motion, she popped up into a low crouch, like a cat ready to pounce.

"Careful, killer. I was allll ready to be nice, but now you want to be rough again?" She purred. "You're in big trouble now, mister."

Johnny rolled onto his knees after he shoved Taylor off him. He held up his hands ready to take her on again as she spoke but he laughed when she was finished. "Oh, come on, babe. We both know you didn't want me to just lie there and take it." He pulled his knee forward so one foot was planted and the other knee rested on the ground. Honestly, that sounded like a pretty good idea. They had roughhoused quite a bit and if they kept at it, then one of them was bound to get hurt worse than they might during normal sex. Plus, the way she had lulled him in, made him think that she was ready to settle down and then...

"See? You get me," Taylor said. "Anything worth doing is worth fighting for, right?"

Then the moment had passed, and she pounced. She leapt from her crouch and threw her legs up to wrap them around Johnny's neck. She planted a hand on the floor and twisted her body as she fell to fling Johnny down.

This time Johnny was ready for Taylor. He'd been scissored and flung too many times already tonight that he wasn't about to let it happen again. When Taylor threw her legs out, Johnny tried to catch them and wrestle as her body twisted, looking to turn his own body so he could fight against her momentum and throw his leg over her body to put her in a position to sit on her butt and put her into a Boston crab.

"What else are ya fightin for, babe?" He asked, almost innocuously. He didn't know why it slipped out, but he was feeling frisky again and was a little curious.