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A Domme Awakens - Part 8
🕑 Added 2024-02-27 06:53:52 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
It was late by the time Michelle got home from her double date. Late enough that Eric was asleep on the couch. He looked so peaceful - in a really cute way - and she was tempted to put a blanket over him and let him spend the rest of the night there.
Instead, Michelle woke her fiancée with a soft kiss on the cheek. His eyes opened and he smiled. "Hey," Eric said softly. "You're back."
"I am."
He sat up, wiped the sleep out of his eyes, and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked at Michelle and she imagined he was finally seeing that she wasn't quite as put together as when she'd left for her date. Her hair was a bit of a mess. So was her makeup. If she was naked he would have noticed the red marks on her ass and breasts - she'd encouraged Colby to get a little bit aggressive and it had proven quite thrilling when he did - all signs of the fun she'd had that night.
"How was it?" he finally asked.
Eric didn't seem entirely pleased and Michelle wondered if his evening had proven more difficult than he'd expected. It was a perfectly fair reaction, though it wouldn't be workable for her going forward. If they were going to be together, Eric would need to be supportive of Michelle's need to be with other men. Men with far greater sexual gifts than Eric possessed.
"It was better than I thought it would be," she said with a smile. "Much better, in fact."
Michelle was testing him a little. She wanted to see how Eric would react to the notion that she'd been fucked that night.
"Colby is quite gifted. And not just when it comes to his size. He uses his magnificent cock better than most men," she continued, prompting a look of discomfort on Eric's face. He looked away and Michelle sat next to him, leaned in, and kissed his neck as she caressed his thigh just above his knee.
"I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me," she whispered. "Of how many times his big black cock made me cum. Of how many times I screamed his name as he fucked me. Of how many times I told him how good his cock felt. Of how many times I told him that he fucks me better than my fiancée ever has."
Eric leaned away and Michelle ran her fingers between his legs. She smiled upon discovering his erection. He might have been annoyed with her or uncomfortable with what she'd done that night, but he was turned on, too.
"Did you think about me while I was gone?" she asked while stroking him through his pants.
"Yes," he admitted.
"And was it difficult, Eric? Was it uncomfortable to think about what I was doing tonight?"
He nodded and Michelle saw the discomfort on his face. She wanted to soothe him, to guide Eric to a place where he felt only pleasure at the idea of his fiancée - and in time, his wife - finding satisfaction with another man's cock inside her. That was likely a taller task that she could accomplish in that moment, but Michelle was determined to give it her best shot that night.
She leaned in to kiss his neck once more and moaned softly. She found the head of his cock and played with it through his pants, eliciting a moan and ensuring that Eric remained in a place of desire.
"I love you, Eric," she said. "I love you and I want to marry you. I want to be your wife and I want you to be my husband."
"But you...you want to be able to fuck other men, too," he replied.
"Not want, Eric. Need. I need to be able to fuck other men. I need to be able to explore my sexuality. I need to be able to expand myself in ways I never even imagined."
He turned to her and their eyes met.
"And I can't...I can't satisfy you the way you want," he said.
Michelle leaned in until her lips were achingly close to his. She felt the warmth of his breath against her face. "No, you can't," she whispered. "Not in that way, at least. You can satisfy me in other ways, though."
Michelle brushed her lips against his cheek and kissed him softly. She moaned and he did the same as she stroked him a little faster through his pants.
"In fact, you already satisfy me in some ways," she said. "You're so good at fucking me with those toys I bought. You kiss me. You moan for me. You play with my tits and you fuck my tight pussy with those long, thick dildos."
"I do," he said. "And I...I like it."
Michelle smiled and leaned back to look into her fiancée’s eyes. "I know you do, Eric. You get so hard while you do it. You get so hard and you moan so loudly when I tell you that the toy feels better than your cock, that it's deeper inside me, that the size makes such a difference, that I need a nice big cock like that."
He moaned and reached down to adjust his cock like his erection had become uncomfortable.
"Take your pants off," she whispered.
Eric obeyed, removing his pants and underwear without hesitation and kicking them aside. She took his shaft in her hand and stroked him slowly as they kissed. Their tongues entwined as Michelle ran her thumb over his cock head and along the underside.
"Why couldn't...why couldn't I just keep fucking you with the toys?" he asked.
It was a fair question. The answer wasn't particularly fair, though. "Because a real cock is better than a toy. Because a real cock attached to a tall, gorgeous, muscular man is much better than a toy."
Again a pained look washed over Eric's face, though this time it was clearly tempered by the pleasure of the slow, seductive handjob Michelle offered.
"Did you feel jealous tonight?" she asked.
"Yes," he admitted.
"Because you knew I was getting fucked?"
He moaned and his cock surged in her hand. "Yes," Eric said. "It was just...I was just sitting here thinking about you having sex with someone else. About you getting...getting fucked. It was...it was just so hard."
"You thought about me taking Colby's big black cock?" Michelle asked softly. "You thought about him pounding your fiancée’s tight little pussy? You thought about him stretching me out? About him taking me in any position he wanted? About him fucking me long and hard and making me cum like I've never cum before?"
Eric closed his eyes, rolled his head back, and moaned like a man experiencing true bliss. He might have found parts of his evening unpleasant, but there was no question he was turned on by the idea of Michelle having spent her night getting fucked.
"Would you like to hear about my night, Eric?" she asked. "Would you like the details?"
He looked at her and then looked away almost instantly. She watched his face. She watched him grapple with his desire, with the misgivings he seemed to have about that desire.
"Yes," he finally said.
"Amy and I put on a little show when we got back to Darryl's apartment. A show for our men. A show that involved kissing, and touching, and some very naughty pussy eating," Michelle explained.
"Really?" Eric asked. It seemed to Michelle that he was more than a little jealous at having missed out on witnessing that show.
She nodded. "Men like Colby and Darryl...they're different than men like you. Women...women like Amy...women like me, as it turns out, are willing to go to great lengths to please men like Colby and Darryl. There's something about it that's exciting...arousing, Eric. Kissing Amy while they watched. Eating her pussy while they watched. It turned me on. It made me wet, Eric. It left my pussy soaking wet, in fact, all because I was doing it for the two gorgeous black men sitting on the couch, the men I was eager to entertain, to arouse, to please."
For a moment Eric looked at her like he wasn't entirely sure who Michelle was. She took no offense, though, as he was, in a way, looking at a very different woman than the one he knew. Michelle was changing in real time. She was embracing a side of herself she'd only recently discovered and she was doing so at a breakneck pace.
"Colby and Darryl both got hard as they watched us fool around - as they watched me eat pussy - and when I saw his bulge I had to have him in my mouth," she said. "I had to suck his big black cock, Eric. I had to be a good girl and get on my knees for him."
Eric's dick throbbed in her hand and a drop of precum appeared at the tip. Michelle scooped it up with her finger and sucked it clean, tasting his sweet juice. She leaned over and kissed her fiancée, sharing the taste of his precum and moaning as she grasped his cock once more and stroked him at an achingly slow pace.
"How does it feel to kiss the lips that were wrapped around another man's cock tonight?" she asked.
Eric looked away for a moment and then met her gaze again. "It's...is it weird if it turns me on?"
Michelle smiled and shook her head. "I like that it turns you on. I want it to turn you on. I want you to be the kind of man that's aroused at the idea of your future wife sucking someone else's cock and then bringing her dirty little mouth back to you for a deeply passionate kiss."
Michelle caressed his balls, rolling them between her fingers while she watched Eric's face, studying his every reaction for signs that he was traveling a little further down the rabbit hole, that he was surrendering to what she hoped was an untapped well of desire.
"Amy says that Darryl will sometimes drop by the store in the hopes of getting his dick sucked," Michelle whispered. "That he loves to see Amy on her knees for him. That he loves to see her pretty lips wrapped around his big black cock. That he loves to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his seed. She says that if he knew I was there, Colby might stop by too. That if I stopped by on my lunch break that I might get to wrap my pretty lips around Colby's cock, that I might get to suck him off, that I might get to swallow his load just like Amy swallows Darryl's loads."
Eric looked surprised. "Is that something you'd want? To just...to just suck him off? Without getting fucked?"
Michelle had never been the sort of girl that found a great deal of pleasure in just giving a guy a blowjob. She'd done it, of course - what woman hadn't given her boyfriend a blowjob or two just to make him happy - but it was never something she found hugely arousing. There was something different about the idea of doing it for Colby, though. The idea of dropping by the sex toy shop and giving a blowjob to the man who'd spent the night fucking her to massively potent orgasms sounded hugely arousing to Michelle.
"Yes," she answered. "That's something I'd want. That's something I'd do. That's something I'd enjoy very much, and I suspect that Amy would be more than happy to make me cum if I was really looking for an orgasm after sucking Colby's beautiful black cock."
Again Eric looked at her like she was something of a stranger, though Michelle saw the spark of lust in his eyes, too, like he was growing quite fond of the version of her that he'd only just met.
"He certainly seemed to appreciate my mouth tonight," she continued. "And I loved sucking his dick. I loved the look on his face as I blew him. I loved how much he enjoyed the pleasure I gave him. I loved how sexy I felt doing it. How wet it made my pussy. How desperately it made me want to have him inside me."
"And he fucked you?" Eric asked.
Michelle nodded. "I put a condom on his cock and he encouraged me to take him for a ride. To get on top. To guide him into my tight white pussy. To let him stretch me out. To let him fill me, to go so fucking deep inside me that it made my head spin."
Eric's breathing had gotten heavier. "And did you? Did you ride him?"
"I did, baby. I rode him hard. I rode his big black cock so fucking hard. I rode him until I came, Eric. I rode until I had the wildest, loudest, best orgasm of my life," she said.
In an instant Eric looked both pained and aroused. He'd just been told that another man had made her cum far better than he ever had, though, so of course he wasn't exactly comfortable in that moment.
"After I'd recovered, Colby picked me up without letting his cock slip from my pussy and we kissed as he stood and held me in midair with his dick buried deep inside me. He told me he wanted to fuck me hard," she said.
"What did you tell him?" Eric asked.
"I told him that my pussy was his tonight. That my body was his. That I was meant for his pleasure tonight. That he could fuck me any way he wanted me," she answered.
"Fuck..." Eric said softly.
Michelle was gleeful. He was getting into it. He was getting off on it. She released his cock, stood, and stripped while he watched. His eyes darted between her legs the moment her pussy was exposed.
"It looks good, doesn't it?" she asked.
Eric stared for a few moments and then nodded.
"Would you like a taste?" Michelle asked.
He stared at her pussy and then dragged his gaze up her body - pausing for a moment to stare at her breasts - and then he shook his head just a little.
Michelle stepped closer and gently nudged his legs open to stand between them. She reached out, put a hand on the back of his head, and pulled Eric's face towards her body. His lips were inches from her pubic bone when she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled back until he was looking up at her.
"I want you to be the kind of man that wants to taste his fiancée’s pussy after she's given it to someone else," she said as her loins tingled with an ever-increasing sense of arousal. "Nothing would make me happier than if you were that kind of man, Eric. The kind of man that would find intense pleasure in putting his tongue where another man's cock had been."
Michelle released his hair and gently pushed back until Eric was once more leaning against the back of the couch. He stared between her legs as she reached down and slipped two fingers between her labia.
"Of course, it wasn't just one man that fucked me tonight," she said.
Eric's eyes went wide and his hand moved to his cock, betraying his arousal. "Really?"
She nodded. "Darryl fucked me too. Amy suggested. It was a few hours after we'd gotten back to his place. Colby had already fucked me twice and made me cum countless times. I was ready for another round, though, and I was on my knees sucking his cock when Amy suggested that Darryl take me from behind. She wanted to watch them both fuck me. She wanted to watch me get filled with black cock from both ends."
Eric stroked his cock but Michelle reached down, grabbed his wrist, and pulled his fingers free from his shaft.
"Amy masturbated as they fucked me like that, with Darryl on his knees behind me and pounding my pussy as I stroked and sucked Colby's cock," she continued. "I never thought I'd enjoy something like that. Something so...so slutty, so wild, so naughty."
"Did you...did you enjoy it?" he asked.
Michelle nodded. "I came, Eric. I came with a dick in my mouth and another in my pussy. I came as Amy masturbated to the whole thing. I came as Colby told me how fucking hot I looked getting pounded from behind while I was sucking his dick. I came as I fully embraced the part of me that wants to cut loose, that wants to be a little bit slutty, that wants to be wild and free."
Eric looked stunned, though not in a bad way. To Michelle it seemed that he might have been on the precipice of surrendering fully to his obvious desire to be the kind of man that would marry a woman that wanted to fuck other men.
"Can you be the kind of man I want you to be, Eric?" Michelle asked. "Can you be the kind of man that desperately wants to eat his wife's pussy after she's been fucked by someone else? Can you be the kind of man that would get off on the idea of tasting his wife's cunt after someone else has pounded her all night and given her toe-curling orgasms?"
A battle played out on Eric's face. Michelle wasn't entirely sure the exact contents of that battle, but she could see the emotion, the desire, the way he blinked so fast for a few seconds, the way he swallowed hard, the way he stared at her pussy and her tits and her face and then closed his eyes as he tried to make what must have been a difficult decision.
Eric answered by sliding off the couch and onto his knees. He ran his fingers up the back of Michelle's thighs, grabbed her ass, and pulled her close until his mouth was pressed against her pussy. He looked up at her as his tongue explored the cunt that two men had fucked that night.
Michelle moaned, grabbed two handfuls of his hair, and pulled tight as pleasure - and a wild dominant energy - surged through her. Eric had offered his submission. He'd gotten onto his knees and tasted her pussy. He'd surrendered to her desires and Michelle could already feel an orgasm building.
"That's it," she said. "Fuck, Eric, eat my pussy. Taste me. Taste the cocks that were inside me. Taste the sex I had. Worship my fucking cunt after I gave it two men tonight. Worship it after I spent hours getting fucked by two men that made me cum so fucking hard."
Michelle's thighs trembled as an orgasm washed over her. She closed her eyes and screamed in pleasure while grinding her pussy over Eric's face. She kept her tight grip on his hair, too, surrendering to the powerful sense of pleasure she felt at that small measure of control.
When she'd finished, Michelle stepped back, sank to her knees, and kissed her fiancée deeply as she stroked his cock. Her tongue mingled with his before Michelle pushed it as deep as she could go, invading his body for her pleasure as her fingers moved up and down his lubed shaft.
"Get up. Sit on the couch," she said breathlessly.
Eric took the ordered position and Michelle straddled him. She took his cock inside her, leaned forward, and fed him one of her breasts as she rode him vigorously. His tongue flicked back and forth over her nipple as Michelle ran her fingers through his hair and moaned.
Not long after - no more than thirty seconds - Eric came inside her. Michelle leaned back and milked him with her pussy as she watched the pleasure wash over his face. He grunted and groaned. He moaned. He thrashed about beneath her.
When he'd finished, Michelle grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled back hard, and then leaned in and kissed his neck. She showered him in kisses until her lips found their way to his and their tongues mingled once more, though she was decidedly aggressive about it even after climaxing.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Michelle asked.
"Yes, very much so," he replied.
"Good. Very good. I did too. You're very good with your tongue, Eric. Very good."
He smiled. "Thank you."
She caressed his face and kissed him softly. "I'll always take care of you, you know. I'll always make you feel good. You deserve to feel good, just like I do."
He nodded.
Michelle lifted her pussy from his cock and sat next to him. "Go grab me a towel from the bathroom, would you? I need to clean up."
Eric dutifully jumped up from the couch and rushed to the bathroom as ordered. It was enough to put a smile on Michelle's face.
Her fiancée was into the kind of pleasure she wanted to explore and Michelle was confident that she could guide him through any rough patches they might come across. There was a very good chance she'd get to keep her man and have all kinds of new fun. She felt like a very lucky girl.
