Exploring my dominant side: the jealous girl from class, Part II – making her mine [MF]

This is the continuation of a [previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61jafh/exploring_my_dominant_side_the_jealous_girl_from/?utm_content=title&utm_medium=user&utm_source=reddit&utm_name=frontpage) where I fucked Phoebe, a girl in my program in grad school. Phoebe had a boyfriend, but we got close, and what drove me to fuck her was when she jealously prevented me from getting laid two nights in a row, even though she had a boyfriend. I was so angry with her that I wanted to punish her, and I ended up accidentally trying out some dominance, spurred on by the fact that Phoebe appeared to really get off on being submissive.

I don’t have a good explanation why Phoebe liked being treated like that. I had a suspicion that because she was so gorgeous, everyone always put her on a pedestal, and maybe that had something to do with it. But our grad school isn’t in psychology, so I really am just guessing with that. She was gorgeous though, brunette, about 5-5, with a pretty face, she was very thin, with a sexy, toned stomach and legs, plus a pair of spectacular tits that just burst right out of anything she wore, a belly button piercing, and a small tattoo on her left ribcage.

After Phoebe and I hooked up last time, I told her I would fuck her again the next week after eliciting a confession that I fucked her better than her boyfriend. I’m gonna be honest, though, I felt really guilty about what we had done. She hadn’t treated me well, sure, but she still had a boyfriend who was long distance, and I really still wasn’t that comfortable with a dominant persona. On the other hand, I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking her, making her follow my orders, the way her tits bounced while I fucked her hard, and imagining the possibilities of where I could take things with her.

I came to what seemed an acceptable compromise to myself. I would try it again, see how I felt with the dominance this time, see how she responded. If she was down again, it wasn’t a mistake that happens, she wanted it. If she kept loving being submissive and I loved being dominant, I’d keep it up. And if things went south, that would be that.

The week went as normal, and I decided that Saturday night would be when I did it. Saturday night, I texted Phoebe, “Be at home for me tonight.” I was a little nervous, what if she was just like “Fuck you Jake”? That’s not what she sent back, “What time?” Bingo, I was in. “I’ll be there at 11:00. Be ready for me.” At 11:00 I drove over to her apartment and knocked on the door. Phoebe answered the door, smiling, wearing a t-shirt that covered maybe half of her torso, with her tits bursting right out of it and her stomach totally exposed, and very short jean shorts. She looked good. She was wearing makeup, too, that told me something about what she was thinking about this.

“Hey,” she said simply, smiling at me. “Hey,” I smiled back at her. I walked right in, right past her, grabbing her hand, leading her to the bedroom, “Come with me.” I leaned down and kissed her, and was surprised at how passionately she kissed me back. I took off all my clothes, exposing my 6-2, broad, muscular frame, and pulling out my 7” cock, already somewhat hard at the prospect of fucking Phoebe.

I lay on the bed, stroking my cock. Phoebe was looking at me with pure desire in her eyes. “Strip,” I told her. She slowly took off her shirt, letting her tits spring free. She unbuttoned and dropped her shorts, and then her panties, exposing her pussy. It looked freshly shaved, also telling me what she thought about this. By now, my cock was rock hard. She was looking at it, “You know what to do with this when I’m hard like this?”, I asked her. She nodded, and crawled over on the bed towards me, taking my head in her mouth. “Good girl,” I told her.

Whoa, going from stroking yourself casually to that is a big change, pleasure-wise. Phoebe licked circles around the head, not taking me in her mouth again. Fine, if she wanted me to take over, I would. I grabbed her hair in my hand and guided her head up and down my cock. “Fuck, you feel good,” I told her, pushing her deeper and deeper, until she was gagging and saliva was running down the sides of my cock. She looked and felt fantastic with my cock in her throat.

I pulled Phoebe off me and pulled her face up to mine. I rolled her over, grabbing her ass and bringing it back to my cock so I could fuck her in doggy. I slid myself into her, and she yelped in pleasure when I entered her. I grabbed her ass and started thrusting, using the muscles in my ass to make the thrusts count. “Fuck, that’s deep,” Phoebe yelled. I had an idea, I stuck my thumb in my mouth and rubbed it on her ass. Once it was nice and lubed up, I slowly slid it in. “Ah!”, Phoebe turned around. I had a sense of how to reassert control. I asked her, “Your boyfriend do that to you?” She shook her head. I was wiggling my finger back and forth in her ass, “You want me to stop?” She shook her head.

She reached behind her and started rubbing her clit, I could see she was getting close from the pace of her moans and her legs quivering. “Fuccccckkkk Jake, I’m cumming” she came hard. She cums in doggy with my finger in her ass, duly noted. I could feel her pussy squeeze around my cock, and that got me close myself. I pulled myself out of her, threw her over onto her back, straddling her. With a loud grunt, I finished all over her beautiful tits, a spurt or two reaching her face.

Breathing heavily, I let out, “That was good.” Phoebe seemed to agree. I wasn’t done with her yet, though. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” I said, taking her hand and leading her to the shower. I turned the water on, and kissed her, wiping my cum off her tits and squeezing them. I twisted her nipples through my fingers and she moaned into my mouth. I soaped up my hands, rubbing them over her sexy big tits, then up and down, caressing her entire body. I added more and rubbed her pussy, sliding my fingers up and down her lips. “Please stick them inside me,” she begged me. I didn’t listen, I brought my other hand down, one hand rubbing circles on her clit, the other soaped up rubbing her asshole. Her breaths came fast and short as I stuck one, then two fingers in her ass and picked up my pace on her clit. “I’m cumming again!!”, she moaned, legs shaking uncontrollably, I had to hold her up.

I pushed her against the back wall of the shower and bent her over, exposing her pussy and ass. I bent down, stuck my face between her butt cheeks, and licked up and down her pussy. Phoebe let out a long, deep exhale. I moved up to her ass and tongued it too before moving back down and focusing on her clit. Within about a minute, she came again.

We got out of the shower. “My turn,” I told her, her orgasms had made me hard again, “Remind me what you do with this.” She dropped to her knees, it wasn’t that uncomfortable, she had a very soft mat in there. She took me in her mouth, stroking me in rhythm with her hand as well. I put my head back, it felt so good. She took me in her throat, I started thrusting as she did. I was getting close, “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I told her. “Fuck!”, I yelled out as I squirted cum deep into her throat. “Clean it off,” I told her, and she gently ran her tongue down my cock one last time, licking up the last couple drops of my cum. She was a pretty picture there on her knees, her gorgeous face made sexier by the watery eyes and saliva that fell when she took me in her throat.

“God, you’re sexy,” I smiled at her. “That was fun. Fuck, you’re so good at that.” Phoebe smiled back, “I’m glad you like it.” I pulled her up and kissed her, I give no fucks that I just came in her mouth. She kissed me back quite passionately.

It was in these post-fuck moments that I got boldest. “Do you masturbate?” I asked her. “Yeah, of course,” Phoebe said. “Who do you think of when you do?” She shrugged, “My boyfriend.” I went big, fuck it, she hadn’t stopped me yet, “Not this week. This week you’re going to think of me, and then you’re gonna tell me what you thought about, and I’m gonna come over and do it to you for real.” Phoebe nodded, “Okay. I will.” Wait, did that really just work? I’m just making dominant shit up on the fly, and she’s not only not telling me to fuck off, she seems to be liking it.

That night settled it, I decided that I liked doing this and wanted to keep doing it, after all. The consequences of her cheating on her boyfriend were on her. I admit, I was getting drunk with the power of controlling her – she was so unbelievably sexy and I got the sense that I could do whatever I wanted with her. I’m not like an official dom or anything, I just kinda liked exploring it in this situation.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61oc4t/exploring_my_dominant_side_the_jealous_girl_from