Becca Bellamy
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A Domme Awakens - Part 4
🕑 Added 2023-12-21 05:37:04 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Michelle didn't get much work done for the rest of the day. Thinking clearly proved nearly impossible as she kept replaying what had unfolded in the back room at the sex shop.
Over and over she saw Darryl's big black cock filling Amy's pussy from behind. She heard the way they talked to each other, the exclamations of desire and pleasure. She heard the sounds of vigorous doggystyle sex.
Though she'd eaten lunch, Michelle felt like she could still taste Darryl's cum in her mouth. She could still feel the viscous fluid on her tongue even though she'd long since swallowed it. She could still feel Amy's fingers working her pussy and the pleasure of an intense orgasm working its way through her body even though hours had passed.
Michelle also felt guilty, and with good reason. She hadn't fucked another man, but she'd absolutely cheated on Eric. The ring he'd proposed with had been on her finger as she touched another man's cock, as she placed that cock in Amy's pussy, as she'd let Darryl grope her perky tits while he fucked Amy. There was no question she'd cheated on Eric.
The guilt wasn't anywhere near as overwhelming as Michelle thought it would be, though, in part because she was going through a sexual awakening that felt as though it had turned into a runaway train. It was terrible timing to be going through that awakening while engaged, but it would have been far worse to be doing it after they'd gotten married.
Eric had shown at least a passing interest in Michelle taking some measure of control over their sex life, but it was a stretch to say that he'd suddenly be okay with her expanding her sexual interest outside of their relationship. It had already happened, though, both with Michelle's solo use of a sex toy and with her thrilling, voyeuristic interlude with Amy and Darryl.
Despite her attempts at rationalizing, Michelle was nervous as she stepped into the apartment she shared with Eric. The TV was on and she heard his laughter coming from the living room.
"Hey honey," he called out.
Michelle set her purse down, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. In an instant, she could feel Darryl's hand on her breasts. She could see his cock sliding in and out of Amy's pussy. She could feel herself dropping to her knees to receive a facial. The first facial of her life. She could feel Amy's lips and tongue against her skin as she cleaned up the mess Darryl had left on Michelle's face.
Just like that, her pussy was soaked. Her thighs trembled with desire. "Hey honey," Michelle called out as she opened her eyes and tried her best to focus on greeting her fiancée.
Eric looked up at she stepped into the living room and smiled. "Wow, you look beautiful," he said.
Michelle was surprised. "Really?"
He stood, tossed the remote on the couch, and moved towards her with a smile on his face. He reached out, slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her close. Michelle looked up at the man she'd agreed to marry and thought of how she'd looked with Darryl's cum on her face. She wondered what Eric would have thought of her in that moment. She imagined he would have called off the marriage in an instant, though a part of her hoped that Eric would have actually found it thrilling to see his future bride behave in such a wanton manner.
"It's like you have...I don't know, a glow," he said before reaching up to caress her face.
Michelle smiled and when Eric leaned down to kiss her, she eagerly parted her lips and welcomed his tongue into her mouth. She felt his cock grow stiff and press into her stomach. Eric clearly hadn't seen a look of guilt on Michelle's face. Instead, he'd seen her lust, her desire, her wonder at the way she'd behaved that afternoon. He'd seen it and he'd responded to it with lust of his own.
Eric kissed Michelle's neck and she thought of Amy doing the same thing, only she was doing so in service of cleaning another man's cum off of Michelle's skin.
A tidal wave of lust washed over Michelle as she thought of Eric being the one to clean Darryl's cum from her skin. Her pussy tingled and she felt the wetness growing and along with it came an intense need for an orgasm.
"I want you," Eric said.
Michelle didn't feel the same way. She wanted to cum, but she didn't want Eric's cock to provide the orgasm. She knew it was unlikely he'd be able to fuck her to the kind of climax she craved, the kind of climax Amy had experienced that day, the kind of climax her friend Rylie regularly experienced with her boyfriend Sergio.
Michelle stepped back and unbuttoned her blouse. Her legs trembled as she thought of doing the same thing at Darryl's instruction. She thought of how her heart had pounded as she bared her breasts for the tall, handsome black man she'd met just moments before. She thought of how her pussy had gushed with desire as she crossed a sexual boundary she'd never in her life considered.
"Yeah? How do you want me?" Michelle asked.
"I want to fuck you," Eric replied as he stepped closer.
Michelle stepped back again, pulled her blouse off, and tossed it on the floor. She unzipped her skirt and worked it over her hips, leaving it on the floor as she stood there in her bra, panties, and heels.
"How do you want me, Eric?" she asked. "Do you want to take me to the bedroom, toss me on my back, and fuck me missionary style? Do you want me to ride your cock with my tight, wet pussy? Do you want to spin me around, push me up against the wall, and fuck me from behind?"
He looked dumbfounded, and not without reason. Michelle wasn't prone to talking like that and he was likely surprised at the aggressiveness in her voice.
"I...I want you missionary style," he said.
Michelle unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her panties followed and she stood there in her heels as her fiancée's eyes wandered over her body. For a moment she wondered if her breasts were still reddened from the aggressive way Darryl had handled them, but a quick glance down showed they looked as normal as ever.
"Yeah? And how do you want me?" she asked. "Will you make love to me? Will you fuck me? Will you pin my hands above my head and pound my pussy, Eric?"
Eric closed the distance between them and kissed her as his hand moved between Michelle's legs. His fingers parted her pussy lips and slipped inside her. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced and then he kissed her neck again and once more Michelle thought of him licking another man's cum from her skin, just as Amy had done.
"Fuck, that feels so good," she said as her thighs trembled and her pussy dripped with desire.
Michelle unzipped his pants and freed Eric's cock. She stroked him, eliciting the kind of moan that signified great excitement on his part. They kissed again and she couldn't help but think of the taste of cum on Amy's tongue as she'd shared a messy kiss with her new friend while on her knees in the back room of the sex toy shop. Arousal coursed through her body and Michelle felt an orgasm approaching, one fueled almost entirely by the thrill of what she'd done outside her relationship.
Michelle didn't want to have missionary sex with Eric. She'd had far too much missionary sex with him. It had already gotten boring. It wasn't his fault. Not really. He just couldn't quite thrill her. Not with the typical missionary sex, that is. Michelle could thrill herself, though, by seizing control.
"Get on your knees," she demanded.
Eric looked surprised, but then his lips curled into a slight smile and he sank to his knees. Michelle reached between her legs to play with her pussy and grasped one of her breasts. She squeezed it hard and fingered her slippery cunt while Eric watched from his knees.
"Don't," she said when his hand moved to his stiff cock. "Not without permission. Remember, I own your cock."
She'd uttered those same words just a handful of days prior and it seemed that Eric did, in fact, remember, as he quickly moved his hand away. Michelle was delighted to see a surge of lust on Eric's face, indicating his desire for her to continue to exercise control.
Michelle backed away until she was leaning against the wall, spread her legs a little, and beckoned Eric to come closer. He crawled towards her, sat back on his knees, and looked up with a beautiful kind of desire in his eyes.
"Do you still want me?" she asked.
"More than anything," Eric replied.
Michelle reached out, put a hand on the back of his head, and pulled him to her pussy. His tongue went to work immediately as she leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and moaned. Again the scene from earlier that day filled her head. Again she saw Darryl's big black cock moving in and out of a tight pussy, but this time it was Michelle bent over the desk. This time it was her taking that big dick from behind. It was her urging Darryl to fuck her harder, to enjoy the pleasures of her pussy in pursuit of an intense orgasm.
Michelle pushed Eric's head away from her pussy and he looked up with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "You almost made me cum," she said. "We can't have that quite yet, can we?"
Eric shook his head.
"I need to get fucked, Eric," she said. "Can you do that? Can you fuck me?"
He nodded. "Yes, Michelle, I can."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
He seemed a little put off by the question. "Yes, I'm sure."
Michelle smiled, turned around, and pressed her hands against the wall. She arched her back, sticking her ass out and offering Eric what must have been a rather lovely view of her pussy.
"Then get naked and fuck me," she said while looking over her shoulder.
Eric stood and stripped hastily. He ran his hands down Michelle's back and then stepped closer and guided his cock inside her from behind. He filled her slowly and leaned in until his chest pressed against her back.
"Fuck me, Eric," she demanded. "Fuck me hard."
Eric grabbed her hips and fucked Michelle hard, just as she wanted. He fucked her as vigorously as he could manage - which was fairly vigorous - and it felt good. His hands moved from her hips to her breasts and he grasped them in a rougher manner than he ever had. That felt good too.
Something was missing, though. It felt good, but not good enough. There was also the matter of Eric's cock not being anywhere near as large as Darryl's. That was an unfair comparison, of course, but Michelle had witnessed firsthand the pleasures of a woman taking a large cock in her pussy - and she'd experienced something quite similar with the big toy she'd bought - and in the moment Eric wasn't offering her those same sensations.
"Michelle...I'm close," he said.
She felt disappointed. It wasn't Eric's fault, but Michelle still felt disappointed. She pushed her hips forward and his cock slipped from her pussy. Before Eric could push it back inside her Michelle spun around, grasped the base of his dick, and squeezed hard.
"That hurts," he said.
"I know. I don't want you cumming just yet. You need to get me close first," she replied. "You need to tend to my needs, Eric."
He seemed annoyed, but Michelle stroked his slick cock and every bit of annoyance washed away.
"Will you tend to my needs?" she asked.
"Yes," Eric answered with a nod.
Michelle released his cock, stepped to the side, and headed for the bedroom. "Follow me."
Michelle wanted to get fucked. She needed to get fucked, in fact, and she was certain that her fiancée could not - in that moment, at least - provide her with the fucking she craved. At least not with his cock.
"Stay there," she instructed when Eric stepped into the bedroom doorway. He was naked and his cock was still stiff with a drop of precum glistening at the tip. He obeyed her instruction, putting a smile on Michelle's face as she crawled into the bed and rolled onto her back.
Michelle closed her eyes, reached between her legs, and played with her pussy. She rubbed her clit and pushed three fingers deep between the wet, plump folds of her cunt. She arched her back and unleashed a long, low moan as thoughts of other men danced through her head. She heard Amy moaning. She heard Rylie telling her about how good Sergio fucked her and about how she'd be more than willing to lend her boyfriend to Michelle if she needed a good fucking before getting married.
Her eyes popped open and she sat up, looked at Eric, and said, "Open my underwear drawer."
He took a moment to process her request before striding across the room and opening the dresser drawer that contained the multitudes of underwear she owned.
"In the back left you'll find something," she said. "Something I bought for myself."
Michelle's heart pounded as Eric reached to the back left of the drawer, pulled aside her panties, and found the toy she'd bought at Amy's shop. The toy that was considerably larger than Eric. The toy that had already fucked Michelle to a thrilling orgasm while she fantasized about another man.
Eric turned with the toy in his hand and his gaze fixated on it. He closed the dresser drawer and leaned against it as Michelle studied his face for some sense of his reaction.
"Have you...have you used this?" he asked.
"I have," Michelle replied. "And now I want you to use it. On me, that is."
Eric looked up and his eyes wandered between her legs. He took a step towards the bed and stopped. "You want me to...you want me to use this toy on you?"
"I want you to take care of my needs, Eric, and when you're done I'll take care of yours," she said.
He smiled, perhaps because he was thinking of how she'd taken care of his needs over the past few weeks, including a blowjob where she'd let him cum in her mouth before swallowing.
"I want you to fuck me with that big cock in your hand," Michelle said, making her point perfectly clear.
Eric looked down at his dick and back at the toy. He likely didn't need to examine his cock to know that he was nowhere near as big as the dildo, but he confirmed it nonetheless.
"I need to be fucked by that big cock in your hand," she added. "I need it desperately, Eric. Will you do that for me? Will you crawl into the bed, slide that big cock into my tight, wet, needy pussy and fuck me until I cum all over it?"
She was, in a way, asking him to embrace the notion that his cock was incapable of meeting her needs in that moment. It was the truth, though, and Michelle had decided that she needed to know if Eric was malleable enough to join her in exploring her sexual awakening or if she needed to do the painful thing and simply end their engagement.
"Yes, I can do that for you," he said. "I think I'd really enjoy doing that for you, in fact."
Those were the words Michelle wanted to hear. She spread her legs a little wider as Eric approached the bed and pointed to the nightstand and said, "You'll need lube. It's big enough that it's a lot easier if it's lubed up."
He grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer and Michelle sat up, extended her hand and took it from him. She did the same with the toy and Eric stood at the side of the bed and watched as Michelle poured lube on it, wrapped her fingers around the surprisingly lifelike shaft, and stroked it while looking up at her fiancée.
"There's something mesmerizing about it, isn't there?" she asked. "About watching me stroke this big cock."
He nodded.
"My pussy is wet for it, Eric. It's soaked for it. My pussy needs to be fucked by this big cock. It needs to be filled and stretched before it gets pounded hard." She tossed the bottle of lube aside and offered Eric the shiny, slippery-looking toy. "Will you fuck me, Eric? Will you slide this big dick into my pussy and fuck me the way I need to be fucked?"
"Yes, Michelle, I will," he said.
Eric took the toy and climbed into the bed. Michelle figured he'd take his place between her legs and watch as the toy filled her, but instead he laid next to her, pressed his body against hers, and reached down to rub the tip of the dildo over her pussy lips.
"Fuck me, Eric," she said. "Fuck me with that big cock."
He pushed it inside her and Michelle closed her eyes, arched her back, and moaned.
"That feels so good, baby. Stretch my pussy. Stretch my pussy with that big dick."
Michelle felt Eric's stiff cock press into her thigh. It left a thin, slick layer of precum behind, a surefire sign of his continuing desire. She would have been surprised were she not so consumed with the overwhelming lust coursing through her, but as it was Michelle could barely think straight now that she was finally getting what she needed.
"It's so deep inside me," she said. "That big cock is so deep in my pussy, Eric."
He kissed her neck and moaned while rubbing his dick against her thigh. Michelle couldn't tell if he was purposefully grinding against her or simply acting on instinct, but she liked that he was so turned on.
"Does it go deeper than I do?" he asked.
Michelle studied his face for a moment and then smiled and nodded. "That dick in your hand goes much deeper in my pussy than the one between your legs, baby. Much, much deeper." She punctuated the sentence with a moan and Eric's lips found their way to hers for a long, lingering kiss.
"Fuck me harder," she said. "I need it harder, Eric. I need that big cock to fuck my tight little pussy hard and fast."
He sped up the pace, fucking the full length inside her while Michelle closed her eyes and grasped her breasts. Eric kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe and moaned softly as he worked her pussy with the toy with an unexpected level of skill, like he was destined to be the sort of man that fucked his fiancée with a dildo.
"Does it feel better than my dick?" he asked.
Michelle opened her eyes and saw desire on his face. Pure, intense desire. He was far more aroused than she'd expected and she smiled, reached up, and pulled his lips to hers for a kiss.
"Yes, it feels better than your dick," she said softly before kissing him again and offering just a hint of tongue. Eric fucked her harder and his thumb brushed against her clit with every thrust, bring an even deeper level of pleasure. "Oh, fuck, Eric, right now it feels so much better than your dick."
He groaned and Michelle kissed him again, this time doing so while an orgasm washed over her. She moaned loudly and sucked on his tongue while experiencing a deeply-satisfying climax that made her toes curl while her thighs shook wildly as Eric buried the toy in her pussy and held it there, stretching and filling her wondrously.
"Wow," she said softly. "That was...wow. Thank you for that, Eric."
"It was my pleasure," he replied.
Eric gently pulled the toy from her pussy and Michelle looked down to see it covered in the same thick white cream that had appeared the first time she fucked herself.
"I came all over that toy," she said with a smile.
"Yeah, you really did. I guess...I mean, does that mean it was a really good orgasm?"
Michelle took the toy from him and set it on the nightstand before turning back and crawling on top of him. She guided his stiff cock into her pussy, leaned down, and kissed his neck before whispering, "Yes, that means it was an incredible orgasm, Eric. One of the best I've ever had."
She kissed his neck while slowly grinding on his cock and eliciting a series of moans that made Michelle think he was already close to cumming.
"I came all over that big cock while you watched, Eric," she said softly while thinking of the fact that she'd watched while her new friend got fucked earlier that afternoon. "You watched and you fucked me with that big toy. You watched my pussy stretch out around it. You watched my tight little cunt open up to take every inch of that big toy. You watched and you fucked me like a good boy."
Eric groaned and his body spasmed beneath her. He was cumming. He was cumming inside her. Michelle sat up, rested her hands on his chest, and moved her hips back and forth to work him with her pussy and offer as much pleasure as she could to the man that had given her such intense satisfaction that night.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.
A big smile broke across his face before Eric nodded.
"Thank you for fucking me with that big dick," Michelle said. "It was exactly what I needed tonight, and what I'll probably need on many nights in the future."
"You're welcome," Eric replied. "It was...well, it was my pleasure. It really was."
She leaned down, kissed him, and ran her fingers through his hair. "I'm glad to hear that," she whispered. "Very, very glad to hear that."
Michelle lifted her pussy from his cock and rolled onto her back next to him. She felt his cum leaking out of her, turned her head, and said, "You're leaking out of me. Would you run to the bathroom and get me a towel so I don't make a mess of the bed?"
Eric nodded. "Of course."
Michelle watched with a smile on her face as he rolled out of bed and hurried towards the bathroom, doing exactly as she'd requested. She felt a twinge of pleasure at the sight of him obeying her small request and she filed away that feeling in hopes of stoking it in the coming weeks and months, perhaps outside the bedroom as well as inside it.
Michelle closed her eyes and reached between her legs. She rubbed her clit in slow circles and moaned. It felt good. Exceptionally good. So good that she wanted to cum again. Eric could handle that, though. He could clean the mess inside her and then use his tongue to get her off a second time, assuming he was willing to continue to be good even after his climax.
Eric returned to the bedroom with a small towel and Michelle spread her legs. He crawled between them, dropped to his stomach, and dutifully cleaned the cum leaking out of her.
"I'd like to cum again," she said.
Eric looked up with a hint of delight in his eyes.
"I'd like you to make me cum," she continued. "With your tongue. Will you do that for me?"
He nodded. A moment later his tongue brushed against her clit. He was so eager to get her off that he didn't want to wait a moment longer, or so it seemed based on his eagerness and the delight in his eyes.
"Oh, fuck," Michelle said as she reached down and grabbed a fistful of Eric's hair. "That feels so good, baby. You're being such a good boy for me."
He groaned and licked her faster and with a touch more pressure. Michelle's pussy came alive and sent tidal waves of pleasure through her body, leaving her tingling with utter delight.
"Put your tongue inside me," she instructed.
Eric looked up at her and hesitated, but only for a moment. He plunged his tongue into Michelle's pussy and used his thumb to rub her clit. He'd almost certainly cleaned most of his cum out of her, but the idea that he was tasting something of himself and doing so with such vigor was enough to put her over the top.
"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" she cried out.
Michelle grabbed a second handful of his hair and pulled Eric closer, holding him between her legs as he continued to probe her pussy with his tongue and gently rub her clit. He gave her a thrilling, body shaking orgasm and she released his hair only when the shockwaves of pleasure had fully subsided, leaving her on her back with a smile on her face and a delightful tingle between her legs.
"Wow," she said softly. "That was amazing. You were...well, you were a very good boy for me."
He sat up and Michelle noted he was sporting a half hard cock, indicating a deep level of arousal. She didn't say a word, but she filed away that bit of information to be used later, as it seemed that they'd both thoroughly enjoyed a bit of kinky post-sex play with his tongue probing her pussy and no doubt bathing his taste buds in the remnants of his cum.
"Come here," Michelle said. "Kiss me."
Eric did so happily and as his tongue slipped into her mouth, Michelle thought of kissing Amy that afternoon, of tasting Darryl's cum on her tongue. Now she was tasting her fiancée's cum and it too brought a sense of kinky thrill.
"I love you, Eric," she said while caressing his face.
He smiled, kissed her once more, and replied, "I love you too, Michelle."
Eric rested his head on her chest and Michelle ran her fingers through his hair while she smiled at the intensely arousing events of the day. So much had happened in such a short span of time and it felt as though she was well on her way to becoming an entirely different woman, sexually speaking, at least.
Michelle couldn't wait to see what other pleasures her sexual awakening might bring. If they were anything like what she'd experienced so far, she had a great deal to look forward to.
