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A Domme Awakens - Part 5
🕑 Added 2024-01-12 06:24:53 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"I did something insane," Michelle confessed as she stared at the well-filled glass of red wine sitting on the table.
Rylie leaned closer, smiled, and asked, "You have to tell me."
It was the exact reaction Michelle had expected. She'd invited herself to Rylie's apartment because she needed to talk about what she'd done in the sex toy shop and she had only one friend that she was confident wouldn't judge her.
"It's not the kind of thing you'd think I would do," Michelle said.
Rylie reached out and took her friend's hand. "You absolutely must tell me. You can't introduce it like that and not tell me."
Michelle laughed, took a long sip of the wine in the hope of getting a boost of liquid courage, and said, "It's kind of a long story, but the short version is that I watched a girl I barely know get fucked by a black guy and then I kind of joined in."
Rylie's eyes went as wide and her mouth hung open as she processed the news. "Wait, really?"
Michelle nodded.
Rylie's lips curled into a bright, gleeful smile before she said, "I want to hear the long version."
Michelle proceeded to share the long version. She told Rylie how she'd gone into the sex shop and bought a rather sizable toy. She detailed how she went back again, how there was no one in the shop, how she heard moans coming from behind the door marked 'employees only.'
"I don't know what got into me," she said, "but I walked through the door. I followed the noises. When I rounded the corner I saw Amy bent over a desk getting fucked from behind by a black guy."
"And you decided to watch?" Rylie asked. Michelle nodded and her friend smiled gleefully before laughing. "I didn't know you had it in you. Was it hot?"
"It was," Michelle admitted. "I mean, to me, at least. So hot I couldn't take my eyes off of it." So hot that Michelle was getting turned on as she recounted the story.
"So how did you end up joining them?" Rylie asked without a hint of judgment in her voice.
"They saw me. I must have made a noise or something. I don't know. One of them looked back and saw me, but instead of walking away I just walked down the hallway and into the little office where they were having sex," Michelle explained.
Again Rylie's eyes went wide. "Holy shit. Michelle, holy shit. That's...I don't know...that's crazy, and kind of hot."
Michelle laughed. "It really was. Crazy and hot, I mean."
"So, did you, like, just stand there and watch?" she asked.
Michelle shook her head, prompting yet another surprised look from her friend. "The guy, Darryl, told me to take my shirt off. He wanted to see my tits, to play with them."
"Did you do it?"
Michelle nodded. "It's crazy. I mean, saying it now, it's completely insane. I didn't really know either of them, and yet there I was watching this girl get fucked and happily exposing my tits to this guy."
"Was he hot?"
"Yes, really hot," Michelle said. "And strong. And sexy. And there was just something about him...I don't know, something that made me want to do what he asked. I mean, that's probably why Amy was bent over a desk while she was supposed to be working."
Rylie looked off and bit her lower lip as she gently swirled the wine in her glass. "Guys like that are hard to resist," she said. "I mean, Sergio's like that. It's why I'm still with him, to be honest. I just...I mean, he calls or texts and tells me he wants me and I get wet. It's the craziest thing. I've never experienced it before. There's just something about the way he makes me feel."
Michelle had experienced a hint of that same feeling in that little office with Darryl and Amy. She'd done exactly what the tall, gorgeous, muscular black man had wanted. She'd let him play with her tits. She'd gotten on her knees to take a facial. She'd shared cum kisses with Amy. She'd done all of it without even a hint of hesitation, too.
"Sorry, I got a little lost there," Rylie said with a chuckle. "So you showed him your tits. What happened after that?"
"He played with them," Michelle answered. "He fucked Amy and he played with my tits and, to be honest, it was so hot, Rylie. I mean, I was so turned on. I was watching her get fucked and his hands were all over my body and it was just so hot. I was...I mean, I was really turned on."
Rylie sat back and Michelle saw a hungry look wash over her face. "I can imagine," she said. "Did you get fucked?"
Michelle shook her head. "He fingered me, though. He told me to take my panties off, to strip, and I did. His fingers were inside me a moment later. I was so wet, Rylie. Fuck, I was so turned on."
"Amazing," her friend said with a big smile. "Just amazing. I mean, I know this sounds weird, but I feel kind of proud of you."
Michelle laughed. "Really?"
"Yeah. You're usually so...vanilla. Not in a bad way. Or not necessarily in a bad way, but there have been times where that vanilla quality means you're missing out. This is definitely not a vanilla experience you're talking about, though, and I think that's amazing."
Michelle sipped the wine as she felt the slightest bit of buzz from the alcohol. "I sucked his fingers clean," she said. "After he pulled them out of me, I mean. He held them up in front of my lips. He didn't say a word, but I sucked them clean."
Rylie smiled. "And?"
"And it was really fucking hot," Michelle admitted.
Rylie laughed. "Yes! I'll be he liked that. A pretty girl like you - and a girl he's never met - sucking her juices off his fingers."
"It certainly seemed like he enjoyed himself," Michelle said. "While I was sucking on his fingers he told Amy to cum on his cock. It didn't take long for her to comply, either. She seemed to have an incredible orgasm."
"Did you think about being the one cumming on his cock?"
Michelle nodded without even thinking about it.
"There's nothing quite like cumming on a big cock attached to a man that knows how to use it well," Rylie said before once again biting her lip.
"He pulled out of her and had us both get on our knees," Michelle said.
Rylie's eyes went wide. "And then?"
"And then he came on our faces."
"Holy shit," Rylie said before her lips broke into a bright smile. "He came on your face? Is that the first time you've done that?"
Michelle nodded.
"And?"
"It was way hotter than I thought it would be and when he told us to kiss and share the taste of his cum, I did it without hesitation. And when Amy played with my pussy while we were kissing, I came. I came really fucking hard. I mean, it all sounds kind of insane as I'm telling you the story, but the orgasm was kind of astonishing, Rylie," Michelle explained.
"That tends to happen when you step outside the world of vanilla sex," Rylie replied.
Michelle possessed growing evidence of the truth of that notion, as each of the orgasms she'd had in the past few weeks had surpassed just about any other in her life. "I know," she said.
A few seconds of silence passed before Rylie asked, "So, should I set you up with Sergio?"
Michelle wasn't sure Rylie had remembered offering her boyfriend's services - or if she'd been serious when she'd done so - but she clearly had.
"I was serious about that," Rylie said. "I really don't mind sharing him and I'm absolutely certain he'd love to fuck you. I'm pretty sure just about any man would love to fuck you, but I bet Sergio would take extra pleasure in fucking a girl who's engaged to another man."
Michelle felt the wetness between her legs deepen at the notion of having sex with another man, particularly one as skilled as Sergio seemed to be, at least based on Rylie's experience with him.
"I'm not quite ready for that yet," she said. "I already cheated on Eric and I don't want to do it again, especially since I think he might be able to forgive me since I didn't actually have sex with Darryl."
"But you want to fuck someone else," Rylie replied with a smile.
Michelle nodded. She'd already confessed everything to Rylie and there was no point in denying what was almost certainly an obvious truth. "And I could be wrong, but I kind of feel like Eric might be into it. It might take some work, but I think he might actually let me do it."
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah. I've had him fuck me with the toy I bought - a toy that's much bigger than his cock - and he really seems to enjoy it," Michelle explained. "He gets turned on and a few times I've given him a handjob while talking to him about how good it felt to have that big cock inside me and he gets off on it."
Rylie smiled. "Damn. I never would have guessed Eric would be willing to step outside the world of vanilla sex. How about that?"
"I know. I was kind of surprised too, to be honest. He really seems to respond to me taking more control, too," she replied.
"Taking control?" Rylie asked.
Michelle nodded and finished her glass of wine as the buzz got a great deal more pleasant. "Yeah. I've started being a little more...well, dominant. Sexually, I mean. Controlling when we have sex. The positions we use. Whether he gets to cum. How he gets to cum. Sometimes I deny him sex and make him go down on me."
Rylie seemed more surprised by Michelle's dominance than the fact that she'd participated in a threesome. "Wow. You're just opening all sorts of new doors, aren't you?"
Michelle laughed. "I guess I am. I don't know. It all feels like a whirlwind, you know? Like I've discovered this entirely new part of myself. It's really exciting, though. Kind of stressful, too."
"Stressful?"
"I feel like I...like I can't go back, you know? Like...well, like vanilla sex isn't going to work for me anymore, and I'm still not sure if Eric's actually as into the new stuff as he seems or if he's just willing to go along with it, or if it's just the novelty of it that's fun for him," Michelle explained.
"And if he's not into it..."
"Then I don't know how I can marry him," Michelle said. "Which sounds so harsh, but I think it's true. I mean, I just can't imagine a life where I'm not particularly fulfilled, sexually speaking, or where I'm frustrated all the time."
"You know, I could be wrong, but I wonder if you're not giving Eric enough credit. Maybe it turns out that you found the perfect man for you, that he's just as into non-vanilla stuff as you are," Rylie replied. "I mean, I feel like most guys would refuse to fuck their fiancée with a much bigger cock. Most guys would get really pissed at the idea, in fact. I mean, you know men and their dicks. If you express even a hint of dissatisfaction with a man's cock size he usually loses his mind."
Michelle laughed. "That's true, and Eric definitely didn't lose his mind."
"No, he got turned on," Rylie said. "So, you know, maybe he'd find it really hot if you told him the same story you just told me. Maybe he'd get hard as a rock if you told him that a gorgeous black man fingered your pussy while you watched him fuck a friend of yours. Maybe Eric would spill his load if you told him that you sucked that black man's fingers clean, or that you fantasized about being the one getting railed from behind, or that you took a fucking facial and then shared cum kisses with a gorgeous girl while getting your pussy fingered."
Michelle was so wet her panties had soaked through and the idea of Eric being turned on by the story only made her wetter. "It's risky, though. Really risky."
"Yes, it is," Rylie said. "But it's also really risky to marry a guy when you're not sure if you're on the same level, sexually speaking. Though I'm certain you already know that."
Michelle smiled and nodded. "I do. So I guess I just have to find the courage to tell Eric at some point. I mean, I probably owe him that since he should know he's marrying a woman capable of doing what I did."
Rylie raised her glass. "There's also that. Honesty is probably the best choice before you get married. Should I pour you another glass of wine?"
Michelle nodded. She'd have one more glass and then she'd go home and confess her dalliance to her fiancée.
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Michelle was dressed in a delicate white lace bodysuit, so of course Eric's gaze focused on her as he answered her call and stepped into the bedroom. Just a few seconds later, though, he glanced at the dildo on the nightstand. It was different than the one he'd used on her a handful of times. Michelle had unearthed the black dildo she'd bought at the sex toy shop. The long, thick, veiny black dildo that looked remarkably similar to the cock Michelle had watched slide in and out of Amy's pussy.
"It's kind of mesmerizing, isn't it?" she asked.
Eric stepped into the room and Michelle thought she saw a hint of excitement on her fiancée's face to go along with a touch of confusion. "Is it new?" he asked.
"I haven't used it yet, if that's what you're asking," Michelle answered. "I bought it a few weeks ago. Amy, the girl in the shop, suggested it, actually."
Eric's eyebrows shot up. "She did?"
Michelle smiled and moved to her hands and knees in the bed. She looked up at Eric, shook her hips just a little, and said, "She said it's almost as good as the real thing, though I suspect she was exaggerating a little."
Eric looked aroused but nervous and Michelle could understand why. After all, she'd been a little unpredictable over the past few weeks.
"She has a thing for black guys," Michelle said before Eric could get in a word. "A fondness for them, I guess you could say. Or, I suppose, for a certain kind of black guy that has a cock like that toy and knows how to use it."
He wasn't scared off. He was intrigued. There was no question about it. "How do you know that? Did she...did she tell you?"
Michelle bit her lower lip and nodded as she shook her ass, drawing Eric's gaze to her backside and the white lace that covered it. "She did, but that's not the only reason I know."
She crawled forward and sat on the edge of the bed before reaching out and pulling Eric between her legs. Michelle caressed his cock through his slacks and felt him grow at her touch.
"What's the other reason?" he asked.
Michelle's pulse raced. This was the moment. She was going to confess. She was going to try and make it as sexy as possible, but she was going to confess and there was a chance her relationship with Eric would be over before the night ended. She hoped for a far better outcome, though. One that enhanced her relationship, that unlocked something new and naughty for the two of them to explore together.
"I watched her get fucked by a black guy," Michelle said as she continued to gently rub Eric's cock through his pants. "A black guy with a cock just as big as that dildo. I saw her bent over a desk taking his cock from behind. I heard her moaning. I heard her tell him to fuck her hard and deep, to enjoy her pussy, to make her feel good with his big black cock."
Eric was hard. Hard as a rock. Michelle loosened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them to the floor. She stroked him through his underwear and looked up to study his face for signs of anger or betrayal. She saw none, though.
"I went to the sex toy shop. I wanted to talk to her. She wasn't there, but I heard moans coming from the back room," Michelle explained.
She pushed his underwear to the floor and took his stiff cock in her hand.
"I walked through the door and into the employee only area," she continued. "I turned a corner. I saw a naked black man standing behind a beautiful white girl. I saw him thrusting in and out of her. I heard her moaning as she took his dick from behind. I heard her pleasure. I saw it. I was mesmerized by it, Eric."
Precum poured from the tip of his dick and Michelle stood and kissed him as she continued to work his cock. Eric's lips parted without hesitation and when she offered her tongue he took it. He moaned, too, and his hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass.
"They saw me," she said softly. "They saw me standing there and watching."
"What did you do?" he asked.
"They told me to come closer," Michelle answered. "And I did. I walked down the hallway. I walked towards them. I walked into the little office they were fucking in. I saw his cock inside her. I saw her pink pussy lips wrapped around his long, thick, dark shaft. I saw him moving in and out of her. I saw it from just a few feet away. I saw him fucking her. I saw him taking her from behind. I saw him using her tight little pussy for his pleasure."
They kissed again, this time with even greater vigor. Eric's tongue was active and so were his hands as they moved all over Michelle's body, caressing and groping and fondling in an attempt to offer her pleasure.
"Did you...did you just stand there and watch?" Eric asked.
Michelle shook her head. "Darryl, the guy fucking Amy, he told me to take my blouse off."
Eric moaned and she felt his cock swell up in her hand.
"He told me to take my bra off, too. He said he wanted to see my tits," she continued. "He wanted to see my perky white tits."
Eric reached up and slipped a hand into her bodysuit, grasping the soft flesh of Michelle's breast and squeezing it with a touch of roughness that she found enthralling.
"He played with my tits just like that," she said. "His strong hand squeezed them while he fucked Amy's pussy."
Michelle reached up and pushed the straps of the bodysuit off her shoulders. Eric pulled it down, exposing both of her breasts and once again grasping her flesh and playing with it.
"Did it feel good?" he asked. "When he played with your tits, did it feel good?"
"Yes," Michelle admitted with a nod. "It felt incredible. I was so turned on from watching them, from the thrill of it, and his touch felt so good. He was strong and confident and I got even wetter as he took what he wanted from me, as he demanded I show him my tits so he could play with them."
Eric pushed his hand down the front of the bodysuit and his fingers pushed into her pussy. "You're wet right now," he said.
"Yes, I am," she replied. "Because I'm thinking about how he fingered me."
Eric moaned and Michelle felt his precum drip into the palm of her hand.
"After playing with my tits, he told me to strip," she said. "He told me to take my panties off. He wanted to play with my pussy, to finger me."
"And you let him?" Eric asked.
Michelle nodded. "I didn't hesitate. I took my panties off. I showed my pussy. I let him finger me while he fucked Amy. I let him discover how wet I was. I let him push his fingers so deep inside me."
Michelle pushed the bodysuit down her body and stepped out of it, leaving her naked. She let him play with her pussy for a little longer and then grabbed his wrist, pulled his fingers out of her, and lifted his hand to her mouth.
"Then he told me to suck his fingers clean," she whispered. "To suck my juices off of them."
"Did you?" he asked.
Michelle answered by taking her fiancée's fingers in her mouth and sucking slowly and sensually. She sucked just like she'd done for Darryl, recreating the naughty moment for the man she wanted to marry. She elicited a moan from him and his cock felt harder than it ever had as she continued to slowly stroke him.
"Fuck, Michelle..."
"There's more," she said. "I watched Amy cum on his big black cock. I watched her cum like I didn't know it was possible to cum. She had an incredible orgasm, Eric, while she was taking that big dick from behind. She filled the office with her screams of pleasure. It was incredible."
Eric moaned and leaned in to kiss her. He fingered Michelle's pussy once more and she moaned into his mouth as he worked her clit.
"Then he told us to get on our knees," she whispered.
Eric leaned back a little and studied her face. Michelle was quite certain that he was thinking about another man cumming on her.
"We did as he instructed," she continued. "He pulled the condom off. He stroked his incredible cock right in front of our faces. It was so long and thick and beautiful and the head was so plump and perfect."
Michelle stroked his cock and played with his balls, though she did so slowly to prevent Eric from cumming.
"Then he came on our faces," she said. "He came all over both of us, Eric. He came on my face and on Amy's face. He covered us in his cum. He made an absolute mess and my pussy was soaked the entire time."
"Holy shit, Michelle..."
She released his cock, spun around, put her hands on the bed, and bent over. Michelle looked over her shoulder, smiled, and said, "He told Amy to kiss me, to share his cum with me, and to play with my pussy as she did. He told her to make me cum while we shared the taste of his load, Eric."
Eric looked down at her ass and took his cock in his hand. He stepped closer and then hesitated before looking at the black dildo sitting on the nightstand. A moment later it was in his hand. He spit on the tip, rubbed his saliva all around, and then pressed it against Michelle's pussy.
"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me with that big black cock."
Eric slid the toy into Michelle's pussy and she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and let out a guttural moan as she imagined Darryl fucking her. She didn't even have to conjure the image. It just appeared. She was Amy. She was bent over the desk. She was getting fucked from behind by a gorgeous black man. Her pussy was the one giving him pleasure. Her pussy was the one receiving the intense pleasure of being filled with black cock.
"Harder," she said. "Fuck me harder."
Eric did as instructed. He fucked his fiancée harder. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it aggressively, eliciting a moan from Michelle as she sank deeper into her fantasy. She could hear Amy's moans. She could hear Darryl grunting and groaning as he fucked her. It was like she was in the office. It was like she was the one barreling towards an orgasm.
"Fuck, I'm close!" she cried out.
"Cum on his cock," Eric said. "Cum on Darryl's cock!"
That put Michelle over the top. She had a loud, wild, screaming orgasm. Her legs trembled. Her pussy pulsated around the black dildo. Juices dripped out of her and down her legs. She fell forward onto the bed and the toy slipped out of her as she lost the ability to hold up her body. Michelle saw stars as a smile crept across her face and a kind of joy she'd never experienced filled her body.
"Fuck...that was so fucking good," she said softly.
"I've never see you cum like that before," Eric noted.
Michelle crawled fully into the bed, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs. "Fuck me, Eric. Fuck me and cum inside me. Now."
Eric crawled into the bed, slipped his cock into her pussy, and began fucking Michelle without hesitation. She wrapped her legs around him, ran her hands down his back, and grabbed his ass just a moment before he cried out in pleasure and came inside her.
He hadn't lasted more than ten seconds, though Michelle took that as a very good sign, for he'd clearly been so aroused that he couldn't help but unload in her pussy without more than a few dozen thrusts.
"Was that good?" she asked.
"That was incredible," he replied.
Michelle held him close. They'd almost certainly have to have a far more serious conversation about what she'd done - she had cheated, after all - and the consequences of it, but for the moment she was going to bask in the notion that her fiancée found it impossibly arousing that she'd done what she'd done in the sex toy shop that day. With any luck, Eric would forgive her and they'd move on to exploring all kinds of naughty fun as a couple.
