Facesitting Training is Now in Session

Despite the glamorous surroundings filled with happy and relaxed people, the air of tension at the dining table occupied by Justine Randy and her date was thick enough to cut with a dull blade. Justine was doing her best to maintain a sense of decorum, but deep inside all she really wanted to do was lunge across the table, grab Brad by the throat, and show him who the real boss was here – and who the real boss would always be. Justine wasn’t accustomed to suffering fools and right now, Brad was not just being a fool, he was being an ass.

However, she focused on just breathing in and out to keep herself calm until Brad was finished speaking his mind. For one thing, she didn’t want to cause a scene. For another – she was enjoying the game.

Besides, she’d only been dating Brad for a couple of weeks now. He was new – just a baby really – and he didn’t yet understand the kind of woman he’d gotten himself involved with. Brad was the average rather seemingly dominant male and he seemed to walk through life just generally expecting that people would ultimately do as he wanted them to do. He was the leader, not the follower. He might deny it if directly asked, but Brad was the kind of guy who was used to giving orders and having them obeyed, no matter how politely he might make his requests.

Brad had found himself up against a woman who would not bend to his will and he didn’t know how to handle that. The issue at the moment was that they had not had sex yet. Brad felt that after two weeks of expensive dating almost every other night, surely he was entitled to at least a little blow job action at this point. At their last date, he’d actually attempted to push her head down to his crotch, a move that had rewarded him with a punch in the gut and the current unpleasant discussion. Justine was amused at Brad’s sense of indignation. He just couldn’t believe a woman would behave like that.

When he was done making his points, Justine quietly said, “It’s as simple as this. It’s my body and when I give it to you – and how – is my business and will be on my terms. You get that straight in your head, and maybe it will get you somewhere. But as long as you push, you will get nowhere.”

Brad opened his mouth as if to argue again but then he paused, closed it, exhaled, and nodded. “Okay,” he said, “we’ll do it your way.”

Justine smiled warmly and took his hand. He was one step closer to being ready for a facesitting party.

Later that night as Justine got ready for bed, she thought about the last good lover she’d had in her life. It had been a while since there’d been anyone really important. Steve was the last, four years ago. He finally left, saying she was just too intense for him. But it’d been good when it had been good. When she’d played the facesitting game with him, it had been the best. He’d never quite enjoyed being dominated, which made it all the more delicious for her to do it – kind of like riding a horse that was still just a little bit wild. Facesitting was like riding the mouth and face of a bucking man. There was always an added level of tension and excitement to it that way, and she’d learned to love the feeling. Brad was the first man she’d found since then that she thought might have some real potential as a lover. He was a pompous ass about half the time, but he also kept complying to her wishes even when he complained about doing so. And when he’d kissed her goodnight the other night, he’d proven his skill with his mouth – as well as the approximate size of his rock hard erection. Her own cunt had gotten nice and slippery in response and it took all her self-control to not rip his clothes off right then and there. But she knew if she rushed things, it wouldn’t be as good as it would be if she waited until he was so ready for her, he was explosive. To dominate him then would be like enjoying a rich dessert after a famine – pure decadence!

Justine climbed naked into her bed and stroked her wet pussy. Her clit was already throbbing as she fantasized about Brad’s talented mouth licking and sucking and tongue fucking her while she was facesitting on him. That would be the ultimate ride and she planned to ride Brad’s face until he’d brought her through at least three satisfying orgasms. Oh gawd yes, that would be amazing, and she imagined how good it would feel as her finger expertly teased her clit closer and closer. Then she was heaving as the climax struck her, and in her mind, she was riding Brad’s face. Facesitting on Brad would be absolutely delicious!

A week later, Justine knew it was time. Brad had been a perfect gentleman and completely compliant, but she could tell that underneath, it was driving him crazy. She knew that it would make him that much more eager to please her when the facesitting fun began. She was ready to be pleased. The past three weeks had been torture for her too and at this point, she was one giant walking nympho ready to explode. If she didn’t do something soon, she’d end up impaling herself on the stick shift of her car. Brad was taking her out to dinner tonight and after that, she planned to invite him back here, throw him down on the bed, and show him up close and personal that she was wearing no underwear under her dress. If he pleased her properly, she’d make sure he was well taken care of too. If not – there would be punishment.

Justine donned her sexiest little black dress. She’d gotten her sweet pussy waxed two days before in preparation of this and knew that her cunt was as soft and smooth as velvet. She was clean and smelling soft and pretty – she was ready for a nice long, hard session of facesitting. She was a woman that was ready to be pleased in exactly the way she wanted. When she had herself ready, she grabbed her keys, purse, and a large black blindfold. He’d never been to her house. Tonight would be his first night, but she’d be driving while he was blindfolded. If the night went well, maybe then she’d allow him to know where she lived. Maybe.

When she arrived to the restaurant, she saw Brad waiting outside for her. Justine was gratified to see his eyes fairly pop out of his head when he saw her in her little black dress. Up until now, she’d dressed a bit more conservatively. Brad now looked at her with questions in his eyes. She smiled. It was good for him to wonder.

All through dinner, Justine enjoyed Brads rapt attention. He hung on to her every word and watched every move she made with an extra attentive eye. After they were finished with their delicious meals, when the waitress came around to ask if they were ready to order dessert, Justine caught Brad’s eye, smiled, and told the waitress, “I have dessert waiting for us back at my place, but thank you. You can just bring the check now.” She was gratified to see Brad’s eyes widen before he bestowed a happy smile on her.

“Dessert at your place, huh? Sounds delicious!” he said.

“Oh believe me, it’d better be,” Justine responded.

“Oh really?”

“Yes,” she told him. “Just do as I say and we’ll get along fine.” She smiled. Brad smiled in response but didn’t seem to know what else to say. He paid the bill and they walked out to her car together. “Here, put this on,” she told him then, handing him the blindfold after she fetched it from the car.

“Why?” he said, looking suspicious. “Plan on bury me or something?”

“Honey, if I wanted to put you under, you’d be six feet under by now already,” Justine purred sweetly. “I just don’t want you knowing where I live quite yet. I’m still making up my mind about you.”

Brad looked at her for a moment and then quietly put the blindfold on and, with her help, climbed into the car. Good boy.

When they arrived at her apartment, Justine helped him from the car and up the stairs. Once they were inside the elevator he quietly asked if he could take the blindfold off. Justine said no. When they arrived to her floor, she quietly led him to her apartment and unlocked the door.

Once inside, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, pushing her body against his. Then she led him to the bed and, without warning, pushed him back onto it. He cried out in surprise and then laughed when he realized where he’d landed. Justine climbed on him, whispered in his ear, “I’m not wearing panties. I’m about to sit on your face until you make me cum. Do a good job.” She lifted her skirt, settled her sweet, wet little cunt over his mouth, and sat down, her knees on either side of his head.

His hot tongue buried itself inside of her and she ground down. She could see right away that this man knew what he was doing. Sitting on his face was like heaven and before she knew it, Justine had climaxed hard. She ground down against him and gasped for air through a fourth orgasm. Only then did she relax and lie back next to him.

Brad slid next to her and put an arm around her, lifting the blindfold from his eyes. “Facesitting is something I’ve always wanted a woman to do to me. I’m glad that woman was you,” he said, adding, “I’ve been waiting a long time to find a woman strong enough to dominate me. Looks like I found the perfect lady after all.” And then Brad did what any good and obedient man does for his dominating woman – he worshiped her body from head to toe.