Jessica woke with a start, automatically glancing at the bright red numbers on the alarm clock. Damn! She’d napped until six again! She had to stop doing that, or she’d never sleep well at night again.
With a sigh, she slid her sock-clad feet onto the floor and climbed out of bed.
Flickering blue light filtered down the hall from the TV. She supposed her boyfriend Mike was watching more Seinfeld reruns. She padded softly to the edge of the hall and peered around the corner.
She wasn’t prepared for the sight of Mike jacking off on one of the blue-striped loveseats.
She smothered a giggle. So he was watching some stroke material while she slept, eh? She’d see about that.
Jessica stepped into the room.
“Jess!” Mike squeaked. “I thought you were … you were … you’re supposed to be sleeping!” he accused. He made to shove a box under the loveseat, but she was too quick for him, and snatched it away.
“And just what’re you trying to hide from me, eh?” she asked playfully. She glanced down … then gaped, open-mouthed, at what she held. It was a box of latex gloves!
Their eyes met – hers shocked, his guilty. Her gaze slid away to the TV set.
A braided girl in socks and a skirt gyrated and flashed her bare cunt; taunted watchers with a glimpse of firm young ass. “Do you think I’m going to let you fuck me? Do you? Because I’m not going to let you fuck me. You only get to watch me flash my pussy because I’m bored,” announced the girl on the screen.
Jessica’s jaw dropped even further.
“This, uh … you, um … does this get you off?” she asked faintly. He could only nod. “I mean, you like … you like to watch this? You like having a woman act like you can’t have her? And you like … er … these?” she finished, holding up the box of gloves. Again, he nodded.
She bit her lip. Then she burst out laughing.
“Well, I don’t get it, but if it works for you …”
She disappeared from the room, only to return a few minutes later dressed in white socks and flowered cotton panties, her hair in two braids about her face.
“You like?” she asked, propping herself in the doorway.
“Uh-huh. C’mere, girl!” he ordered.
She laughed. “Now, now. We’re going to play this game my way, dear.”
Jessica slithered onto the floor between his legs and reached for the glove box. She nicked one out and slipped it onto her left hand, pulling it tight. She snickered. “I always wanted to do that.”
He smiled indulgently.
She smiled back and squirted a healthy amount of the lotion onto her gloved hand. Then she wrapped it around his cock.
“Oh, my God!” he managed, eyes widening. “Oh, my God, you have no idea …” He trailed off, his eyes closing in pleasure.
“You like that?” she whispered. “You like having your little braided bitch jerk you off with a glove? Do you?” He moaned. She grasped him tighter.
“I’ll just bet you love this, having me jerk you off with a glove. Having me here in front of you dressed like a little schoolgirl. But you know what? You don’t get to fuck me. Nope. You’re lucky I’m bored enough to waste my time stroking your dick.”
With that, she began to pump his cock furiously.
She was merciless in her dick-stroking. Harder and faster she worked her hand up and down his cock, positioning her palm so that the head of his dick smacked against it on each down stroke.
“Jessie,” Mike breathed. “Keep stroking me like that. Just like that. Oh, yeah. Mmmm, yeah,” he murmured, thrusting his hips up at her.
She laughed low in her throat.
“Someone’s enjoying themselves, are they? As if I care. I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this because I like making you moan. I like knowing I’m in control of when you cum now. Knowing you’re getting so fucking close, just thinking of me here in my socks and panties – knowing you don’t even get to fuck me. Feeling my hand around your hard cock, knowing I’ll only get you off when I’m ready to.” She gave his dick a vicious jerk.
Mike gasped. “Jessie! Oh, God. I’m, so fucking close …”
She bit his neck. “You don’t cum unless I say you can,” she growled against his skin.
“Jess … please, I’m so close … I’m so fucking close … PLEASE!”
She laughed darkly as she gave his balls a ferocious squeeze. Then she bent her head and stabbed her tongue at them; laved over his balls until they glistened. Jessie swallowed his nut sac into her mouth and rolled them around on her tongue, tasting the sweat and arousal on them. All the while, her gloved hand kept up the torture of his dick.
“Ahhhhhhh, Jessie!” Mike grunted. “God, that feels so fucking good. You’re so good. Yeah, keep stroking my fuckin’ dick with that glove. God, yeah. Ohhhh, yeahhh.”
She took her mouth off his balls and her hand off his dick. His eyes flew open in shock.
“DON’T STOP NOW!”
Jessie arched a brow, smiling sardonically. “Awww, are we ready to cum now? Are we?”
“YES, WOMAN, YES!” he yelled. “Fucking get me off!”
She grinned. “As you wish.”
With a fresh coating of lotion, she wrapped her latex-covered hand around his dick and jerked him so hard he nearly leapt off the loveseat. His teeth gritted as she pounded his cock with her tight little fist. Her other hand came up to grasp his balls again and twist them roughly.
“Oh …” she jerked …”my …” she licked … “GOD!” he cried as she squeezed his dick. Pearly white cum shot out of it in thick ropes onto his stomach and her gloved hand.
Jessica chuckled. “Was it good for you?”
He could only nod as he gasped for breath. She smiled and gave the glove another snap.
“Just call me ‘Lady Latex.'”