A Domme Awakens - Part 1

Eric was working hard, like he always did. He was touching Michelle in all the right places. He was thrusting at the perfect pace. He was kissing her neck in the way she loved. He was doing everything he needed to do to satisfy her, and yet it wasn't working. She wasn't progressing towards an orgasm. She was simply staying at the same level of arousal no matter what Eric did.

He didn't know that, of course. He was too busy working hard and he assumed - and with good reason - that she would reach an orgasm like she almost always did when they had sex. Michelle couldn't get there, though. She couldn't get there because a conversation kept playing out in her head. A conversation she tried her best to block out. A conversation that kept coming back no matter what she did.

"I always thought it wasn't real," her friend Rylie had said at lunch that day. "That size didn't make much of a difference. That it was, like, just a little difference at best, that the way the guy used it was way more important. I was wrong."

She'd been talking about her new boyfriend, Sergio. Really, though, Rylie was talking about Sergio's cock, since she'd offered scant few details about the man outside of just how good it felt to get fucked - her word - by something so big. He was, as Rylie described it, both longer and thicker than any man she'd ever been with and the sensations she'd experienced were vastly different, to the point that she experienced orgasms with Sergio that were unlike any other she'd had in the ten years she'd been sexually active.

Michelle knew it was deeply unfair to Eric to let her mind wander to her lunch conversation while he was inside her. She should have given him every ounce of her attention. After all, she'd been the one to initiate the sex. Based on his moans, Eric was thoroughly enjoying himself and likely knew nothing of where Michelle's head was at, but it was still unfair to him for her to drift away.

Of course, knowing it was unfair didn't really help. Michelle couldn't control her brain. She kept wondering if the sex with Eric would feel better if he was bigger, if he wielded the kind of long, thick cock that Rylie had been enjoying for the past month. Would it even be necessary for Eric to kiss and touch her in all the right places? Would it be necessary for him to fuck her at the perfect rhythm? Or, would the sex be more like what Rylie had described?

"He just...he just takes me, Michelle," she'd said. "He just takes me however he wants me. It feels like he sweeps me away and sends me to this place of the most perfect, pure pleasure. It's animalistic and ravenous and wild and it feels a little different every time and I swear, sometimes I cum so hard I get lightheaded."

Michelle couldn't remember the last time she'd cum like that. She wasn't sure she'd ever cum like that. And then, all of a sudden, she was having a little bit of a panic attack as she lay beneath her fiancée and wondered if she would never in her life have an orgasm like that.

"What's wrong?" Eric asked as his thrusts slowed to a stop.

"What? Nothing. Why?" Michelle replied, though of course Eric was spot on in noticing that she wasn't as connected to him as she needed or wanted to be.

He smiled. "Michelle. Come on. You're not quite here. So what's going on?"

She couldn't tell him what was actually going through her mind. That would have been an act of cruelty. "Sorry," she said. "I don't really know what happened. I just got a little distracted. This thing at work just popped into my head and for some reason I couldn't stop my mind from chasing after it."

Eric leaned down and kissed her neck softly. He moved his hips in slow circles, generating the sort of friction against her clit that never failed to feel fantastic. It felt good in the moment, too, and Michelle's mind cleared.

"Fuck me," she said softly. "Hard."

Eric's lips found hers and they kissed as he fucked her just as she normally desired. In that moment, though, she desired more.

"Harder, Eric," she said. "Fuck me harder."

He delivered. He slid his cock into her with greater force. His pelvis slammed into her clit and the sound of their bodies meeting reverberated throughout the bedroom. Michelle moaned a little louder and ran her hands down his back to grab his ass and squeeze it hard.

She thought of Rylie. She thought of the look on her friend's face as she described Sergio's cock and the way he made her cum. In that moment, with Eric's cock moving in and out of her, Michelle felt a deep sense of jealousy. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to push thoughts of anything or anyone other than Eric out of her head.

"Harder," she demanded.

Eric delivered. Michelle imagined he was confused - in the past, she'd been fairly particular about liking sex at a specific rhythm and she was now countermanding those desires - but she was desperate to quiet her mind and draw it back to the present moment, and a good, hard fucking like Rylie had described enjoying seemed like it might be a good option.

"Pound my pussy, Eric," Michelle urged him.

She never really talked like that. She was usually so controlled in bed. In that moment, though, she felt a surprising desire to be anything but controlled in bed.

Michelle grabbed her fiancée's ass, squeezed it hard, and then delivered a hard slap. Eric groaned in a manner that made it seem like she'd hurt him a little, but his thrusts continued apace. For her part, Michelle experienced a surge of pleasure and her clit suddenly felt more sensitive. The distracting thoughts washed away and she spread her legs a little wider to make it easier for Eric to fuck her hard and fast. She smacked his ass again and felt the lust overwhelm any competing thoughts.

Not long after, Michelle came. It was a good orgasm, too. Better than most. Something about it felt elevated and the fact that Eric came not long after her made it even better as she'd been a little worried that her sudden change to how she wanted to fuck would have thrown him off his game.

After he pulled out, Eric sat back on his knees and ran his hands up her thighs as his cum leaked out of her. "That was...different," he said with a smile.

"Yeah," Michelle replied. "I'm not entirely sure what got into me. Sorry if it was weird."

"No. It wasn't weird or bad or anything like that." He crawled closer and laid next to her before kissing Michelle softly on the cheek. "I enjoyed myself. A lot, actually."

She smiled. "Me too. I came pretty hard, in fact."

Eric gently ran his fingers over her breasts, caressing the soft flesh and kissing her shoulder and upper arm as Michelle closed her eyes and smiled, both at the pleasing nature of his touch and the rather thrilling nature of the orgasm she'd just experienced. She was certain she hadn't cum as hard as Rylie had described, but it was a better climax than she'd had in a long time and that was reason to celebrate.

---

"So, wait, you spanked him?" Rylie asked.

Michelle's eyes darted around the little coffee shop as she leaned in and gently shushed her friend. "Rylie, please, not so loud."

"Sorry, sorry," she replied with a smile. "I just...you know, that's not you."

Michelle chuckled. "I know. It's not me at all. I mean, not even a little. I did it without even thinking, though. It just happened."

"And it felt good?" Rylie asked.

She nodded and sipped her cappuccino. "I couldn't tell you why. I really couldn't. But it did. It really did."

"So...what was different about that time? I mean, what prompted it?"

Michelle didn't entirely know the answer to that, but there was one element that was quite obviously different that she hadn't yet mentioned to Rylie. She was a little apprehensive about doing so, but if she couldn't share that sort of thing with her best friend, there was no one she could share it with, and Michelle felt the need to talk to someone about it.

She set her drink down, rested her arms the table, and leaned closer. "There was something different this time," Michelle began. "I was thinking about...well, about you and Sergio, or I guess about what you'd said about him, about how you...well, about how he makes you feel when you have sex. His...his size, and the way he…well, the way you have sex."

A smile slowly crept across Rylie's face, assuaging any worries that Michelle had about it being weird to confess the wanderings of her mind to her friend.

"You were thinking about it while...while you and Eric were..."

Michelle nodded. "I had this moment, it was...I don't know, it was almost like an existential crisis while he was inside me. I found myself wondering if I was never going to have the kind of orgasms you'd described having with Sergio. It's not like I don't orgasm with Eric or the sex is terrible or anything, but it's also not like what you described, and for some reason my brain chose that moment to start ruminating on that."

"So how did that lead to spanking him?"

Michelle laughed. "That's a fair question, since the two things don't really seem related, do they? So, I'm not sure I can actually explain how." She took a breath, let her mind wander back to the sex she'd had with Eric, and said, "You know what I think it is? I think I keyed in on what you'd said about just letting go, about being taken to a different place by Sergio. I think that's kind of what happened, or what my brain was trying to do."

Rylie sipped her drink as Michelle let that line of thinking play out a little more in her head before continuing.

"Because at first I told him to go harder, which I don't really do. Then I told him again. He did it, too. Then I kind of got a little lost in it and that's when I grabbed his ass and gave him a good...a good swat, I guess." Michelle smiled as she thought of that moment, of how it really was vastly different from the kind of sex she and Eric usually had and how that actually felt really good.

"So, does Eric leave a little something to be desired...you know, where size is concerned?" Rylie asked.

Michelle had never talked about with Rylie, but her friend knew the answer to that question. Michelle wouldn't have drifted to thoughts of size if Eric was anywhere near as well-equipped as Sergio purportedly was. It was the slight smirk on Rylie's face that Michelle found most annoying, though. It was as if her friend was silently gloating.

"I think you know the answer to that," Michelle said a little more sharply than she intended.

Rylie leaned back and the smirk disappeared.

"Sorry," Michelle immediately added. "That was bitchy of me. You did nothing wrong. Nothing at all, in fact. All you did was share that you're especially happy with the guy you're dating and there's nothing wrong with that."

She took a deep breath to try and collect herself as Rylie leaned in.

"You know, I'm not going to marry Sergio. I don't get the feeling he's the marrying type. He's not the most interesting guy I've ever been with, either, and he's not exactly a successful guy. He's just good-looking, charming, and blessed with a big dick," Rylie said.

Michelle laughed. "And sometimes that's good enough for some fun, isn't it?"

Rylie sipped her drink and nodded. "Damn right it is. I could let you borrow him, if you want."

Michelle nearly spit out a mouthful of cappuccino. She looked across the table expecting to see Rylie laughing at the joke she'd made, but instead her friend wore a smile.

"Like I said, I'm not going to marry him," she continued. "If you want a fling before you get married, you can borrow him. I'm absolutely certain he'd happily fuck a friend of mine if I asked him to."

Michelle was speechless, mostly because she was in the midst of a conversation she never in a million years imagined she'd have.

"So...does your silence mean you're thinking about it, or did I just suggest the most insane idea ever?" Rylie asked.

Michelle couldn't imagine doing something like that to Eric, and yet there was a part of her brain that was quick to reason that her fiancée would never have to know about it, that she could easily fuck Sergio without visiting any pain upon the man she was due to marry in six months.

"I can't do that to Eric," she said.

"He'd never have to know," Rylie replied almost immediately.

Michelle laughed.

"What?" Rylie asked.

"I thought the same thing," she answered. "It's awful that I thought it, but I certainly thought it."

Rylie leaned closer. "Which means you were also thinking about getting some of that big dick that's been making me cum so hard for the past month."

Michelle saw the flicker of desire in Rylie's eyes and she was struck by how badly she wanted to feel that. Eric didn't quite inspire that. Not anymore, at least. The sex was always good, but it was also true to say that it was never really great. Michelle was certain that they had the foundation for a great marriage, but she couldn't quite turn off the part of her brain that actually wanted to see what it would feel like to get fucked by Sergio.

"Well, it's another six months before your wedding day, right?" Rylie asked. "You have plenty of time to think about it."

Michelle knew the smart move was to shut her friend down, to completely write off the idea of a fling before she got married. She didn't, though. Instead, she smiled at Rylie without saying a word, making it perfectly clear she was going to keep thinking about it, even if that was the wrong decision.

---

"You're so hard," Michelle said as she slowly ran her fingers up and down Eric's shaft.

He lifted his head from the pillow, looked down at her, and said, "There's a beautiful woman stroking my cock."

Michelle wasn't the sort of woman to withhold oral affection from her man. In fact, she'd always enjoyed giving blowjobs and she'd crawled between Eric's legs that night with the intention of giving him head, making him cum, and swallowing for him. It was the sort of thing each and every one of her boyfriends had enjoyed and Michelle had always taken pleasure in the sense of control she had while a man's cock was in her mouth.

On this night, though, Michelle found herself distracted once more. Instead of indulging in the pleasure of slowly luring Eric into a deeply aroused state with her mouth, Michelle studied his cock and wondered what it would be like to be between the legs of a man with a longer, thicker shaft she could wrap her fingers around. She wondered what it would be like to wrap her lips around a cock that was actually a little bit difficult to suck on. She wondered what it would be like to have that cock in her pussy. Would it stretch her out? Would it feel different - or better, perhaps - to have a cock reach places inside her that no man had gone before?

Michelle took the head of Eric's cock in her mouth and sucked hard for a few seconds before running her tongue back and forth over the underside. She watched her fiancée's hands reach out as he grabbed the bed sheets. She listened to him moan from the intense pleasure she was offering and she felt the tingle of lust between her legs that always accompanied the delightful feel of being in total control of her man's pleasure.

"Fuck, Michelle, that feels so good," he said.

She took more of him in her mouth and for some reason she couldn't help but wonder if Rylie sucked Sergio's cock. She found herself wishing she'd asked her friend about that. She wanted to know the details – like if it was difficult to blow a guy with such a big dick - and again she felt terrible for letting her mind drift while she was pleasuring the man she intended on marrying.

Michelle took Eric's balls in her hand, twisted them just a little, and pulled. His cock jumped in her mouth and he lifted his head from the pillow and looked down at her. She smiled as best she could with his dick in her mouth and he smiled in return, seemingly offering his approval of a slightly aggressive move on her part.

Lust swirled between her legs as Michelle let his cock fall from her mouth, wrapped her fingers around it, and stroked him swiftly while she took a tighter grip on his balls and pulled a little harder. She watched the flesh stretch and listened to him groan, though the sound was absent even a hint of agony, making it seem like he enjoyed her somewhat aggressive manipulation of his testicles.

Michelle's interest in sucking Eric's cock drifted away. Instead, she felt a far more selfish desire. She took him in her mouth once more, though, this time pressing down until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and his cock tickled the back of her throat. He wasn't quite long enough to make it difficult to swallow him whole, which Michelle had always found quite nice since it made giving a blowjob fairly pleasant.

She pulled back, leaving his cock coated with her thick saliva. Michelle then looked up at her fiancée and slowly kissed her way up his stomach. The look on his face made it seem like Eric was absolutely certain he was about to get laid. He wasn't, though. Michelle had other plans.

She dropped her pussy onto his cock and Eric moaned. "Does that feel good?" she asked.

He looked up at her and nodded. The first thought that came to Michelle's mind was that Eric's cock didn't feel anywhere near as good as it could have, that if she was sitting astride Sergio her pussy would have been full and deeply satisfied, that she might have felt the head of his dick pressing against her cervix, that she might have been even wetter, that she might have been eager to take him for a ride until he unloaded inside her.

It wasn't Eric's fault that he was average - at best - in the cock department, but in that moment Michelle was largely uninterested in fucking him. Instead, she lifted her pussy from his cock, dragged it up his stomach and chest, and dropped it on his face.

Michelle looked down and smiled as she saw Eric's eyes go wide. She was certain he could breathe, but she was effectively smothering him with her cunt and there was something so sexy about that.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Use your tongue. Make me cum."

Eric's eyes somehow went wider, but he didn't hesitate to put his tongue to use. He ate Michelle's pussy with great vigor, in fact, and she closed her eyes, pressed her hands against the wall behind the bed, and moaned loudly at how good it felt.

"Fuck, baby, that feels so good," Michelle said. "Your tongue feels so good."

It wasn't enough for Michelle to simply sit astride his face, though. She needed more. She needed to pursue a deeper sense of pleasure. She needed to ride his face, to fuck it with her slippery pussy.

She dragged her hips forward and pushed them back. She felt her clit rub over Eric's lips and nose and then down to his chin. She felt her pleasure deepen as she used her fiancée in the same manner a woman would use a sex toy.

Michelle felt Eric reach for his cock. She felt him masturbating. A wave of annoyance washed over her at his selfishness. Some part of her knew there was nothing wrong with him jerking off in that moment, and yet she acted to stop him. She used her feet to pin his wrists to the bed and then grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled hard as she rode him faster.

"Just eat my pussy," she said. "Leave your cock alone. I'll take care of that when I'm done."

Eric moaned, though Michelle couldn't quite tell the source of it. Was it pleasure? Was it frustration? Was it a mixture of both? In the moment, she didn't really care, as her pursuit of an orgasm was all that mattered.

That orgasm arrived not long after as Michelle thought of how she'd swiftly turned Eric into a sex toy. He was largely motionless beneath her as she rode his face for her pleasure while actively preventing him from pursuing an orgasm of his own. It was, as it turned out, intoxicatingly pleasurable and it provided Michelle with a hugely potent climax that left her body shaking. She felt her pussy gush, too, and smiled at the thought of the juices dripping out of her and coating Eric's face.

Michelle took her time cumming, remaining astride Eric's face for a few minutes while pleasure emanated outwards from her pussy and left her feeling deeply satisfied and wonderfully relaxed.

Eventually, though, she climbed off her fiancée's face and saw that she had, in fact, left him quite wet. It delighted Michelle to see him coated in her juices, though it was his smile and the look of wonder in his eyes that she found most thrilling.

Michelle laid next to Eric and took his cock in her hand. She didn't say a word as she jerked him off, doing so swiftly and bringing him to a quick orgasm that left his body trembling with what she assumed was a wealth of pleasure.

"Thank you," he said after leaving a puddle of cum on his stomach.

"Believe me, it was my pleasure," she replied.

Eric likely had no idea what had run through Michelle's head in their bedroom that night, but she knew well enough to understand that those thoughts would return. The question was, would Michelle let her newfound thoughts - and the desires that came with them - become a part of her, or would she choose to push them back down and stay on the same vanilla path she'd been traveling with Eric.

That could be dealt with another day, though. In the moment, she released Eric's cock and headed for the bathroom to get a wet wash cloth to clean him up.

As she strode across the bedroom, Michelle thought of Sergio, or the mythical version of him she'd built in her mind. Her pussy tingled for reasons she didn't entirely understand, especially since she'd just cum so hard. For just a moment she entertained the idea of actually fucking Sergio. She thought of having a truly big cock inside her, of being stretched. Her legs trembled as an unexpected wave of arousal washed over her.

Michelle couldn't actually fuck Sergio, though. She couldn't do that to Eric.

Or could she?