A Domme Awakens - Part 6

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Michelle hadn't returned to the sex shop since witnessing Amy and Darryl's pursuit of pleasure. Nearly two weeks had passed. She'd thought about going back almost every day but something - a kind of fear she didn't quite understand - always stopped her.

Today, though, Michelle had overcome that fear. She'd just gotten out of work and was walking confidently towards the sex shop. She was dressed for work, though that morning she'd chosen a pair of knee high leather boots with three inch heels that made her feel far sexier than usual. Her skirt was a little tighter around her ass, too, as Michelle had consciously chosen to look hotter. Perhaps she'd known - somewhere in the back of her mind - that she was going back to the store that day.

Michelle's heart pounded as she approached the shop and for a moment she considered turning around and heading home. Then she saw Amy standing behind the counter and her mind flashed to the memory of being in the back room and sharing cum-flavored kisses with the beautiful blonde as Amy fingered Michelle to a thunderous orgasm.

That memory sent a wave of pleasure through Michelle's body and compelled her to open the door and step inside. Amy looked her way, smiled, and came around from behind the counter as Michelle approached.

"I wasn't sure I'd see you again," she said with a smile.

Michelle stuffed her hands into her coat pockets and looked away for a moment as she dealt with a sudden surge of shyness. "Yeah, I had some stuff to deal with."

"Anything bad?" Amy asked.

There was genuine concern on her face and Michelle couldn't help but smile. "No. I just didn't want to come back until I'd told my fiancée about what happened that day. It took me a little while to find the courage to do so. Plus, if I'm being honest, I was...I don't know, kind of scared to come back."

Amy stepped closer, reached out, and pulled Michelle's hand from her coat pocket. Their fingers entwined as she asked, "Scared?"

There was something so warm and intimate about Amy's touch that it took Michelle a few moments to respond. She didn't pull away, though, as Amy's touch felt reassuring. Instead, she squeezed her friend's hand and said, "Honestly, I couldn't actually say what I was scared of. I think it's just that coming in here always seems to lead to me stepping a little further outside my comfort zone. Or, in the case of the last time, stepping way, way outside my sexual comfort zone."

Amy laughed. "It felt good though, didn't it?"

Michelle nodded. "Amy, it felt better than good. I mean, the whole thing was incredible. It was sexy and wild and naughty and thrilling and the orgasm...I mean, the orgasm was amazing."

Amy unleashed a smile that was imbued with more than a hint of naughtiness as she let go of Michelle's hand and leaned against the counter with her hips pushed slightly forwards like she was presenting herself. She wore a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a slightly cropped t-shirt and she did so with such confidence that Michelle couldn't help but feel just a hint of desire.

"It felt good to make you cum like that," Amy said. "To cum that hard, I mean. I obviously don't know you very well, but it seemed obvious that you were in the throes of an exceptionally good orgasm as I played with your pussy."

Michelle was a little taken aback at Amy's boldness, and yet she felt a touch of arousal between her legs. "It was one of the best orgasms I've ever had," she admitted. "The whole thing just turned me on so much that when I came it was like a dam bursting."

"I can't really explain why, but Darryl almost always makes me cum like that," Amy said. "There's just something about him, about the way he fucks, about the way he's so...so in charge. I don't know...it's just so hot." She bit her lower lip, let her eyes linger on Michelle's face for a few seconds, and added, "I get a little wet just thinking about it."

"How often...how often are you with him?" Michelle asked.

Amy smiled and her eyes wandered over Michelle's body for a few moments before she said, "Would you like to take your coat off?"

Michelle nodded and Amy moved behind her and helped her out of her coat, folding it over her arm and setting it behind the counter as Michelle smoothed out her blouse and ensured that it was still properly tucked into her skirt.

"Darryl and I don't have set dates or anything," Amy said as she came out from behind the counter and headed for the front door. Michelle watched her friend flip the lock and turn the 'open' sign around and she felt her pulse quicken. "Sometimes he texts me. Sometimes I text him. Sometimes we meet up at his place or my place or sometimes he just comes in and takes me to the back room if the store is empty."

Amy turned and strode towards Michelle with a confident smile on her face and a gentle way in her hips.

"I was with him yesterday," she said before stepping behind Michelle and putting a hand around her waist. Amy pulled her close and her lips found Michelle's neck for a soft, astoundingly seductive kiss. "I went to his place after I closed. He was in a pair of shorts. No shirt. His body was a little bit sweaty like he'd just finished a workout. I’m sure you can imagine how good he looked."

Michelle thought of Darryl fucking Amy from behind in the little office, of how his body had been a little sweaty from the effort of pounding her with his long, thick cock.

"He took my hand and led me to his living room," she continued while loosening the first button of Michelle's blouse and slowly working her way down. Amy's hand slipped into Michelle's shirt and the cup of her black lace bra. "He sat down and gestured to the floor at his feet. I got on my knees for him, reached up, and pulled off his workout shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear so that big, beautiful black cock of his sprang into view."

Amy kissed Michelle's neck and played with her breasts, using her fingers to deftly manipulate the stiff nipples she found, sending intense waves of pleasure throughout Michelle's body and leaving her weak in the knees.

"He told me to suck his dick," Amy whispered. "He said it in that way that makes it impossible to resist him, like when he told you to show him your perky white tits or that wet, tight little pussy of yours. Do you remember how eager you were to do as Darryl wanted? Do you remember how quickly you showed him these perfect, perky titties of yours, Michelle?"

"Yes," she said with a moan.

Amy squeezed Michelle's breast hard. "I couldn't get his cock in my mouth fast enough. It's always that way with him. I just can't help myself." She moaned and kissed Michelle's neck. "Have you ever gotten wet sucking a man's cock, Michelle?"

"No," Michelle admitted.

"Mmm, that's a shame. There's nothing quite like the thrill of sucking a dick like Darryl's, a dick that you know is going to make you cum so hard you get lightheaded," Amy said softly as her hand moved down Michelle's side and tugged at her skirt's zipper.

Michelle offered no resistance. They were shielded from the store's windows and her pussy was already soaked with desire. She wasn't sure what Amy intended, but she was too turned on to stop her.

"I like that you wear matching underwear to work," Amy said before giving Michelle's ass a light smack. "I like a woman that wants to feel sexy. That's what you want, right Michelle?"

"Yes," she said.

Amy reached between Michelle's legs and pressed her fingers against the damp lace of her panties. Michelle thought of the orgasm Amy had given her, the orgasm she'd experienced while sharing cum-flavored kisses as Darryl stood above them and watched with his fingers wrapped around his cock.

"Mmm, you're so wet," Amy whispered. "So fucking wet. Should I put my fingers inside you?"

"Yes, please."

Amy pulled Michelle's panties aside and entered her. Two fingers slipped deep into her soaking wet pussy and Michelle closed her eyes and moaned as Amy worked her with great skill.

"Have you thought of Darryl?" she asked. "Have you thought of that gorgeous cock of his?"

"Yes," Michelle admitted as Amy fingered her at an increasingly rapid pace, filling the store with the sounds of her wet pussy being pounded. "I've masturbated to it. I made my fiancée fuck me with the black dildo I bought while I thought about Darryl, while I thought about cumming on his cock."

Amy pulled her fingers from Michelle's pussy and spun her around. She had a giddy smile on her face as she asked, "I guess your fiancée took the news well, then."

Michelle nodded as her legs trembled from the desire coursing through her. "He did. He's still a little hurt that I cheated on him, but he seems to find the whole thing so arousing that he can't get truly mad at me."

Amy held up her fingers and stepped closer. She reached for Michelle's mouth and a moment later she was tasting herself on Amy's flesh. Michelle closed her lips as her friend's slippery fingers pushed towards the back of her throat.

Amy leaned in and kissed her neck softly. "Darryl has a friend," she whispered. "A friend just like him. A friend that would very much like to meet a girl like you. Darryl told me to see if you were interested in a double date."

Michelle moaned at the idea and Amy pulled her fingers free. A moment later they were in Michelle's pussy once more.

"Do you want to go on that double date, Michelle?" she asked.

"Yes," Michelle said with a nod before unleashing a moan thanks to the intense pleasure that enveloped her body.

Amy smiled and plunged a third finger into Michelle's pussy while working her clit with a thumb. "And do you understand how the date's going to end, assuming it goes well?"

Michelle nodded. The date would end with another man's cock inside her. A cock that was almost certainly similar to Darryl's. Long, thick, remarkably hard.

"And that's what you want?" Amy asked.

Michelle's legs trembled so hard she thought she might fall down as she nodded.

Amy smiled. "You want to pleasure a big black cock? You want to use your pretty mouth to suck it? You want to bend over, look over your shoulder, and beg him to fuck your tight little white pussy? Is that what you want, Michelle?"

"Yes!" she cried out as her orgasm neared.

Amy must have seen it coming, because she pulled her fingers from Michelle's pussy. She sucked them clean and said, "You taste good." She smiled and asked, "Your fiancée will be okay with you going on a double date?"

"I'm not sure, to be honest," Michelle answered. "But if he's not, I think I can convince him that it's the right thing for both of us. The look in his eyes when he fucks me with the black dildo, when I tell him that it feels so good inside me, that I like it because it's so big...there's something there that makes it seem like he's absolutely the kind of guy that will end up being okay with me going on a double date."

Amy stepped closer, slipped a hand into Michelle's bra, and squeezed her breast hard. "And is he the kind of guy that will be okay with his fiancée getting railed by a massive black cock on that date? Is he the kind of guy that will be able to handle the fact that a man - not a toy - had his way with your pussy? That a black man filled you with his perfect cock and made you cum so fucking hard you couldn't speak?"

"He will be," Michelle answered with a smile, "because that's the kind of man I want him to be and I'm pretty sure I can convince Eric to be the kind of man I want him to be."

Amy kissed Michelle's neck and said, "I like your confidence. It's very sexy."

She then kissed her way down Michelle's body until she was on her knees and looking up at her. Michelle smiled and put a hand on the back of Amy's head. She pulled her towards her pussy and for the first time in her life she enjoyed a woman's tongue on her clit.

"Fuck, that feels so good," she said. "Make me cum, Amy. Eat my pussy and make me cum."

Amy did just that, bringing Michelle to a thunderous orgasm in just a few minutes. As Michelle climaxed, Amy showered her pussy lips and thighs in soft kisses while squeezing her ass. She smiled, too, experiencing what seemed to be genuine joy at her friend's orgasm.

"Should I set up the date?" Amy asked from her knees.

"Yes, you should," Michelle replied.

Amy smiled, stood, and they shared a long, lingering kiss with a wealth of tongue as Amy's hands moved over Michelle's body. "Let me get your number so I can text you with the details. Make sure you're free this weekend, though."

Michelle felt a sudden sense of nervousness and excitement at the prospect of expanding far beyond the pleasures of fucking a black dildo or watching Amy take Darryl's dick. Once again she'd be crossing a boundary she never imagined going anywhere near.

"Now," Amy began as she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed down, "I'd really like to cum, so how about you get on your knees and put your mouth to work."

Amy put a hand on the top of Michelle's head and pushed her to her knees, though Michelle offered no resistance. Instead, she happily dropped down, ran her fingers up the back of her friend's thighs, and leaned in to put her mouth to work.

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"How was your day?" Eric asked as he offered Michelle a glass of wine.

She took it, smiled, and enjoyed a long sip. "My day was...well, more interesting than most, actually. Or, the end of my day, I guess."

Eric looked intrigued, as Michelle hoped he would. "Okay, well, you have my attention. What made it more interesting than most?"

Michelle moved a little closer to her fiancée and rested her hand on his thigh. "Well, I went down on a girl for the first time."

Eric's eyes bulged with genuine surprise and Michelle moved her hand between his legs and caressed his cock in a bid to generate a bit of arousal.

"I was just returning the favor, though, as she'd already gone down on me...and fingered me quite a bit, actually. Giving her an orgasm was the least I could do," she added.

Eric studied her face like he was trying to figure out if she was completely full of shit, but the growing bulge between his legs made it obvious that he was at least a little bit excited at the notion that she'd indulged in a bit of sexual exploration.

"I went back to the sex shop," Michelle shared. "I saw my friend Amy. To be honest, she was all over me from the start."

"Like, kissing you?" Eric asked.

Michelle nodded. "And touching me. And unbuttoning my blouse. And playing with my tits. And unzipping my skirt. And fingering my wet pussy."

Eric was hard and Michelle couldn't help but feel a certain kind of delight at her fiancée’s willingness to indulge her growing sexual appetite.

"Then she mentioned Darryl," Michelle said, prompting a moan from Eric. "She asked me if I'd thought about him, if I'd thought about his big black cock, if I'd thought about getting fucked by him."

Eric's hand shook a little, sending ripples through the surface of the wine in his glass. Michelle ran her fingers up his thigh, squeezed his knee, and then moved her hand between his legs once more. This time, though, she loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He lifted his lips and she pushed his pants down to his knees and stroked him through his boxers.

"What did you say?" Eric asked.

"What do you think, sweetie? I told her I'd thought about Darryl, that I'd thought about getting fucked by his big black cock," Michelle answered with a smile. "I also told her that my fiancée was turned on at the idea, that I'd made you fuck me with a big black dildo while telling you how badly I wanted Darryl to fuck me, that it turned you on to do so."

Insecurity washed over Eric's face and Michelle freed his cock, sipped her wine, and then leaned in to kiss him as she stroked his stiff shaft. He parted his lips and she offered her tongue before sucking his into her mouth and moaning.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "Amy doesn't care that you're turned on by fucking me with that toy. She doesn't care that you're turned on by the idea of me fucking a guy like Darryl. If anything, she likes it. She doesn't know you, but she wouldn't think less of you if she met you. She'd probably think more of you, especially since she wants me to go on a double date with her, Darryl, and a friend of Darryl's."

"Wait, what?" Eric asked.

Michelle pushed forward. "Yeah. She set it up already, in fact. Saturday night. We're going out to dinner and if everything goes well, we'll go back to Darryl's place."

"All four of you?" he asked.

Michelle smiled and nodded. Eric was on board. He might not have known it yet, but he was on board. "Yes, all four of us. We'll go back to Darryl's place, we'll have a drink, we'll talk...and then, you know, we'll have some fun."

Eric's lower lip quivered as his cock swelled in Michelle's hand. "What kind of fun?"

Michelle sipped her wine and Eric did the same. He swallowed hard and she leaned in to kiss his neck while offering up a series of soft moans designed to deepen his arousal. It seemed to work, too, as Eric couldn't help but moan in response.

"I imagine it will start with a kiss," she said. "And that kiss will include me drawing another man's tongue into my mouth. I imagine I'll feel a strong hand on my hips, or my leg. I imagine that hand will explore, that it will see how far up my dress it can get, that it will try and feel the softness of my breasts, that it will try and arouse me as I suck on his tongue, as I moan for him, as I make it perfectly clear that I want him."

"Have...have you met him?" Eric asked.

Michelle shook her head. "I'll meet him Saturday. Amy said he's gorgeous, though. And tall, and strong, and sexy, and that he's got a nice big cock just like Darryl, and that he fucks a lot like his friend."

"Amy's...she's fucked him?" Eric asked.

Michelle nodded. "She has. She said she had a threesome with him and Darryl, actually, that they both fucked her, that they both made her cum." She smiled. "To be honest, when I heard that I felt a little jealous of her. I couldn't help but imagine myself being the center of attention in with two gorgeous black men both wanting to fuck me, both wanting to make me cum, both using my body for their pleasure."

Eric groaned and the look on his face made it clear he was on the verge of an orgasm, so Michelle let his cock go, finished her wine, and set her glass on the coffee table. She stood and stripped, removing every article of clothing while her fiancée watched from the couch. She left her boots on, though, and the look on Eric's face indicated his thorough enjoyment of that particular choice.

"I want to go on that date," Michelle said as she grasped one of her breasts and slipped two fingers into her pussy. "I want to meet Darryl's friend. I want to wear something sexy for him. I want to look irresistible. I want to flirt, dance, eat, and drink. I want to feel his hands on my body. I want to feel his lips on mine. I want to feel him get hard for me as we dance. I want to feel his desire for me, Eric."

Eric finished his wine, set his glass on the coffee table, and kicked his shoes and pants off. His shirt quickly followed and he grasped his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched Michelle masturbate.

"No touching your cock," she admonished him. "That's mine. I get to decide when you feel pleasure."

He moaned and released his dick as a drop of precum appeared at the tip.

"I like it when you do as you're told, Eric," she said in a soft, seductive tone.

"I...I like it when you tell me what to do," he replied.

Michelle smiled, bent over, and collected the precum with her finger. She presented it to Eric and he parted his lips. A moment later he was sucking her finger clean, tasting the sweet precum and swirling his tongue around her flesh.

"I won't fuck him if he's an asshole, but if he's not, I fully intend on getting fucked on Saturday night," she said. "I might even get fucked more than once, and I suspect I'll have an orgasm unlike almost any other with his big black cock inside me."

Michelle straddled Eric and took his cock inside her. She sat down on it, took his head in her hands, and kissed him. She rode him slowly, lifting her pussy off his cock and sinking back down at a pace intended to tease him.

"I expect you to wait at home while I'm out," she said. "I expect you to keep your hands off your cock."

He nodded.

"If you're good, I'll take care of you after my date," Michelle whispered. "I'll reward you, Eric. I'll make sure you cum almost as hard as I'm going to cum with another man's cock inside me."

Eric was close. She was fucking him slowly, but he was clearly so turned on that he was on the verge of an orgasm.

"I'll tell you all about how good it felt to have a big black cock inside me," she said as her hips moved faster and the sounds of sex filled the living room. "I'll tell you how his dick felt so much better than yours."

Eric groaned. Pleasure washed over his face. His eyes closed and his groan grew louder. He was cumming. His body trembled beneath her as Michelle leaned down to kiss her fiancée’s neck and moan in the hopes of enhancing his pleasure.

The orgasm went on for quite some time and then Eric's lips slowly curled into a smile as he opened his eyes and offered Michelle a look of genuine adoration.

"Was that good?" she asked.

He nodded.

"It will be better on Saturday night, I promise," she said.

"I know," Eric replied with a smile. "Now, can I make you cum?"

Michelle nodded. "Use your fingers while you're still inside me."

She leaned back and Eric reached down, found her clit with his thumb, and went to work giving Michelle an orgasm while she closed her eyes and let thoughts of getting fucked by a big black cock fill her brain.

Her climax arrived with haste and her body shook with pleasure, offering just a hint of thrills she hoped her Saturday night double date would bring.