A Domme Awakens - Part 3 (Patreon)

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Michelle closed her eyes and smiled as she stepped into the shower and felt the hot water flow over her head and down her body, spreading a gentle sense of relaxation that felt like the absolute perfect way to start the day.

She heard the bathroom door open and close just a moment later before Eric said, "Good morning."

"Good morning," Michelle replied before wiping the steam from the shower door to get a better look at her fiancée. She noted his erection - morning wood was a common occurrence for him - and smiled as she thought of the fun they'd had the night before where she once again dominated Eric - just a little - before offering him the reward of cumming in her mouth.

Eric turned towards the shower and Michelle saw his eyes wander over what he could see of her body through the foggy glass. She smiled, took her breasts in her hands, and squeezed them gently before closing her eyes, biting her lower lip, and letting out a moan so soft he likely didn't hear it.

When she opened her eyes again, Eric was standing on the other side of the glass with his boner still going strong. "Would you like to join me?" she asked.

He nodded, stripped, and opened the shower door. Michelle moved back and Eric stepped under the water. He smiled at her as she reached out, took his cock in her hand, and stroked him slowly.

Eric tried to step closer, but Michelle put her hand against his chest and gently shook her head. Eric clearly wanted her, but she wanted to be in control. She wanted to be the one that doled out whatever pleasure was to be experienced.

"I like that your cock is so hard," she said softly.

"You're irresistible," he replied.

Michelle leaned against the shower wall, released his cock, and reached between her legs. She was a little surprised to discover just how wet she was as two fingers slipped easily into her pussy. Michelle grasped one of her breasts with her other hand and played with herself as Eric watched without coming closer. It was a small act of obedience on his part to not try to approach once more and it thrilled her far more than she expected.

"Do you want me?" she asked.

"Yes, desperately," Eric replied.

Michelle beckoned him closer and he smiled before closing the short distance between them. He reached between her legs and his fingers quickly replaced hers while he utilized his thumb to stimulate her throbbing clit.

They kissed as Michelle gripped her husband's cock and stroked him slowly. She took his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it in the hope of reminding him of the pleasure she'd offered last night. He moaned like he found it thrilling, which was more than enough to delight Michelle.

As they kissed, Michelle's hand moved up his back and into Eric's hair. She ran her fingers through it before being struck by a potent desire to seize control. Michelle did so by taking a handful of his dark hair and pulling back hard enough that Eric winced.

"Ow," he said, though Michelle refused to loosen her grip. Instead, she smiled at him and continued to stroke his cock, an act that quickly restored a look of pleasure to her husband's face. On top of that, his cock felt even harder than it had before.

"Get on your knees," she demanded.

Eric's eyes went wide with surprise, but he fell to his knees just a moment later. She smiled at him as an intoxicating sense of power coursed through her body. There was no question, though, that it concentrated between her legs. Her pussy tingled and Michelle was overcome by a need to be serviced.

She took Eric's head in both hands and pulled him between her legs. He put his tongue to work just as she wanted him to. He plunged it between her labia and licked his way up to her clit. She moaned and smiled down at him as he serviced her from his knees, submitting to her desire without question and without her having shared that she was unquestionably getting off on the dominance.

"Fuck," she said. "Eat my pussy, baby. Eat my fucking pussy and make me cum."

Michelle leaned against the tiled wall of the shower and gently moved her hips up and down, grinding her slick pussy over her husband's face as he worked her clit with his tongue. Her fingers entwined in his hair and she pulled tight enough to make him wince without making him suffer any great pain. That little act of seizing control was enough to send yet another surge of dominant lust through her, though this time it was followed by a wave of pleasure that put Michelle over the top.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" she cried out.

Michelle closed her eyes and let the satisfaction or her climax wash over her, maintaining her grip on Eric's hair throughout. It was only when she'd felt the last wave of orgasmic delight that she released her control over him, opened her eyes, and smiled down at her husband, who remained on his knees.

"That was an incredible orgasm," she said.

He smiled up at her, leaned in to kiss her thighs, and added, "It seemed like it." Eric ran his fingers up her legs, past her pubic bone, and up her taut stomach. Michelle smiled as he took his breasts in her hands and gently played with them, no doubt in a manner designed to pleasure him just as much as her, though she didn't mind.

Eric stood and leaned in to kiss her. Michelle parted her lips and welcomed his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it once more and eliciting the kind of moan that thrilled her.

"I still want you," he said.

Michelle smiled. She could have given Eric an orgasm. She could have jerked him off, gone down on him, or turned around so he could take her from behind until he'd cum. She considered all three of those options, but ultimately decided on a fourth.

"I know," she replied softly. "I can feel how hard you are, and I love that you still want me. But, I'd prefer it if you wanted me all day long, if you couldn't stop thinking about me while you were at work, if you couldn't stop thinking about how badly you want to fuck me tonight. Maybe that desire will inspire you to book us a reservation at a nice restaurant so you can wine and dine your wife in the hope that she'll let you have her pussy before the night is over."

"What's gotten into you?" Eric asked, though the smile on his face made it obvious the question came from a place of amused arousal instead of deep frustration.

"I don't know," Michelle answered as she stroked his cock. "I like it, though."

Eric leaned in to kiss her again and Michelle grabbed a handful of his hair once more.

"I don't have time," she said. "I can't be late for work. Now let's hurry up and shower." She grabbed a bar of soap and handed it to Eric. "In fact, how about you wash my body? Do a good job and I'll sneak off to the bathroom at work today and send you a few naughty pictures."

Eric took the soap, rubbed it vigorously between his hands, and once again grasped Michelle's breasts. This time, though, he was doing so with a purpose. He cleaned them before moving his hands over her stomach and between her legs. He washed her ass, too, and then leaned in, kissed her neck, and said, "For what it's worth, I like it too. Whatever's gotten into you, I mean. I like it a lot."

Michelle felt such joy at his support - for that's what it felt like to her - that she very nearly spun around and let Eric have his way with her. Ultimately, though, she decided it would be far more exciting to tease him while he was at work and reward him with her pussy if he did, in fact, book a reservation and take her out for a nice date.

It felt like a good test, in fact, of just how much he liked whatever had gotten into her. If he was willing to put in the effort it would mean he was, in fact, genuinely excited about her newfound approach to sex. Time would tell, but Michelle was hopeful that Eric would come through.

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Normally, Michelle stayed in the office for lunch. She never worked through lunch, but it was almost always easier to have something healthy delivered so she could enjoy it in the break room while chatting with her friends.

The fun she'd had with Eric and with her new dildo inspired Michelle to mix things up as she found herself exiting the office building and strolling towards the sex shop where she'd purchased her new toy and made a connection with Amy, the young woman that had helped Michelle embrace her burgeoning desires.

Without even a hint of shame, Michelle stepped into the store and looked towards the register. Amy wasn't there, so she scanned the aisles only to find that she was alone.

Undeterred, she roamed the aisles of the store while waiting for Amy to return from what Michelle assumed was a quick trip to the back room, perhaps to replenish an item that had sold out.

Michelle mostly strolled the store without paying close to attention to what she was looking at, but she couldn't help but stop and study the selection of exceptionally skimpy, slutty-looking clothes that adorned one particular aisle. The skirts were tiny and almost all made of a shiny material. The tops were equally skimpy and some were entirely sheer, making Michelle wonder if it was exclusively strippers and prostitutes that purchased such items. Perhaps some women happily indulged in a man's fantasy of fucking someone dressed in an exceedingly slutty manner.

Michelle reached out to run her fingers over a shiny, short, silver pleated skirt and wondered if Eric would enjoy seeing her in it. She suspected he would, though she wasn't entirely sure she'd enjoy wearing such a skirt even if it thrilled him beyond words.

Her revelry was interrupted by a loud, distinctly feminine moan. Michelle turned her head towards the door with an 'Employees Only' sign on it, for whoever was behind that door was undoubtedly the source of the moan.

Michelle listened intently, but she heard nothing more. She knew it was not her place to investigate the source of the moan, but curiosity lured her closer to the door. It wasn't until she was standing just outside it - and behind the counter where Amy should have been standing - that Michelle heard another moan.

She grabbed the door's handle and slowly pulled down. It opened without making a sound and Michelle poked her head into the hallway on the other side of the door. Straight ahead of her was the bathroom with a sign that noted the manager's office was on the left and the supply room was on the right. The sounds of sex were unquestionably coming from the manager's office.

She heard another moan. It was definitely from a woman. There was another sound, though. It took a few moments for Michelle to discern that she was hearing the sounds of sex. More accurately, it was the distinct sound of one body slamming into another. Flesh on flesh.

"Fuck, that feels so fucking good," a woman said.

Michelle felt a naughty rush of pleasure. She shouldn't have been listening, and yet it was intoxicating to do so.

"Yeah, you like that black dick?" the guy asked.

Michelle's excitement deepened as she thought of Amy having revealed that she'd been with a handful of black guys. It seemed that she was adding to that list in that very moment, a notion that brought Michelle a wealth of excitement.

"Yes, fuck, I love your dick," Amy replied. "Fucking pound me. Pound me harder."

Michelle stepped into the hallway, silently closed the door behind her, and tiptoed towards the sounds of sex. She knew it was wrong, that she was violating Amy's privacy by doing so, and yet Michelle couldn't help it.

She stopped a few steps short of the bathroom, took a deep breath, and then slowly poked her head out to see if she could catch a glimpse into the manager's office. What she saw proved to be arousing in a manner that caught Michelle off guard.

Amy was bent over the desk facing away from Michelle. Her dark lace panties were around her knees and her pleated skirt was pushed up around her waist. A tall, naked black man stood behind her with his hands on her hips. His tight ass moved back and forth as he fucked Amy from behind, creating the flesh on flesh sounds that had lured Michelle into the hallway.

Though she knew she'd crossed a boundary and was now fully violating Amy's privacy, Michelle couldn't look away. She didn't even have a full view of the sex, and yet she felt utterly enraptured. From Amy's moans to her partner's deep grunts and groans to the power with which he fucked her, it was an intensely arousing sight that left Michelle's pussy dripping with an unexpectedly potent level of desire.

"Darryl, fuck...fuck me harder," Amy said. "Make me cum. Give me that big cock and make me fucking cum!"

He ran one of his hands up her back and grasped her shoulder, presumably for better leverage. The thrusts that followed were harder. They were so hard that Amy began grunting each time her lover's big cock bottomed out inside her. It was almost as if she was working to withstand the fucking, to take it for his pleasure, but she'd asked for it and it seemed quite clear to Michelle that her new friend was moments away from cumming.

Amy turned her head to look back at Darryl, but instead she stared right at Michelle, who remained frozen in place, unable to remove herself from a situation that felt both hugely erotic and more than a little risky, as she'd been caught peeping.

Amy showed no signs of alarm, though. If anything, Michelle saw her new friend's lips curl into a slight smile as she realized someone else was witnessing the vigorous pounding she was taking.

"You can come closer," Amy said.

Darryl stopped thrusting and looked over his shoulder. He too seemed utterly undisturbed by Michelle's presence, flashing a bright and charming smile before beckoning her to stride down the hallway and join them in the office.

Michelle felt a touch uncomfortable at the idea of doing so, but a sense of curiosity mixed with arousal propelled her towards Amy and Darryl, both of whom smiled as she approached.

"Sorry," Michelle said as she neared them. "It's my lunch break and I wanted to talk to you and I came in and I heard the sounds and I just...I just..."

"It's not a problem," Amy replied in a soft, soothing voice. "Obviously, it's not a problem. Honestly, the real problem is that I thought I locked the door and I definitely didn't. So, if I could ask a quick favor, Michelle, would you mind running out front and locking the door so no one comes in and clears out the inventory while we have our fun?"

Michelle nodded, turned, and rushed down the hallway and into the store. She locked the door, flipped the sign to closed, and then headed right back for the office. Any sense of reluctance had left her as she was now possessed by an intense sense of excitement.

Amy's gentle moans filled the air as Michelle stepped into the hallway. She turned left and headed for the office and saw Darryl fucking Amy with slow, deep thrusts, like they were waiting for Michelle's return before they got back into it.

"Here she is," Darryl said with a smile as he looked over his shoulder.

His thrusts got a little faster as his strong hands gripped Amy's hips. She looked at Michelle, smiled, and then closed her eyes and let out a moan so deep and beautiful that it made Michelle's pussy tingle with jealousy.

"Do you like what you see?" Amy asked.

Michelle nodded at her new friend and let her eyes wander to the sight of Darryl's big - remarkably big, in fact - black cock moving in and out of the pussy Amy seemed gleeful to have offered up by bending over the desk.

"You can come a little closer," Darryl said with a smile.

Michelle looked up at him and noted just how good looking he was. He was blessed with a remarkably fit body, too, that seemed almost entirely absent of fat. His arm and chest muscles rippled just a little every time he pulled back on Amy's hips and thrust his cock into her. A gentle sheen of sweat had formed on his skin from the effort of taking her from behind but it only served to make Darryl sexier.

He offered his hand and said, "Come here, girl."

Michelle placed her hand in his and stepped closer. A moment later her body was pressed against Darryl's. She felt the warmth of his skin through her blouse and when he placed his strong hand on her ass and squeezed it hard Michelle's thighs trembled from the sudden and intense feelings of both pleasure and desire that moved throughout her body.

Darryl pulled out and rested his long, thick, slippery, condom-wrapped black cock on Amy's milky white ass. "You ever had something that big?" he asked.

Michelle shook her head as she stared at the impressively big cock that looked very much like the dildo she'd purchased at Amy's urging. Her first thought was that she wouldn't have been able to take it, that it was too big, that it would have been a genuinely painful experience to get fucked by Darryl. Her second thought - that arrived almost immediately after the first - was that she was suddenly quite eager to discover if she could take that cock.

As Michelle stared, Darryl reached up and deftly unbuttoned her blouse all the way down to her belly button. Despite the sudden and surprising invasion, she made no move to stop him.

"Damn, I love a woman that wears a bra like that to work," he said while admiring the delicate, semi-sheer black lace of Michelle's bra.

He reached inside her blouse and took one of her breasts in his strong hand. She moaned as he squeezed her perky flesh and she looked up to see a smile on his face.

"Put my cock back in her pussy," he instructed.

Michelle's hand shook a little as it slowly moved towards Darryl's cock. His fingers moved into her bra and she moaned again as he found her nipple and rolled it gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure to her loins. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, guided the head to Amy's pussy, and placed it inside her.

"That's a good girl," Darryl said softly before taking her bare breast in his hand and squeezing just hard enough to cause the mildest kind of pain.

Despite the discomfort - or perhaps because of it - Michelle felt another burst of intense pleasure and arousal. She watched Darryl's cock move in and out of Amy's pussy and saw her new friend pushing back on the monstrous invader. Soon the small office was filled with moans of pleasure, largely from Amy, though Michelle unquestionably offered wondrous sounds of pleasure as well.

"Take your blouse off," Darryl instructed with his hand still in her bra.

Michelle unbuttoned and untucked her blouse. She took it off and tossed it onto the chair on the other side of the desk. Darryl wore a bright, confident smile and he fucked Amy a little harder.

"Now show me those tits," he said.

Michelle reached back and unhooked her bra without thinking. She tossed her bra onto the chair and looked up at Darryl with a surprising desire for his approval.

"Mmm, damn, they're beautiful," he said as he grasped one, gave it a good squeeze, and then grasped the other. "The perfect size and so fucking perky."

Michelle couldn't remember the last time she'd felt such excitement and arousal coursing through her body. Those feelings only seemed to get deeper with every passing second, in no small part because it felt so good to reward Darryl's boldness by doing exactly as he desired.

"He's incredible, isn't he?" Amy asked.

Michelle looked at her new friend - who was smiling brightly as she looked over her shoulder - and nodded.

Darryl's hand moved to Michelle's ass and squeezed it hard. He gave it a good smack - causing her to cry out from the surprise - and said, "Take your skirt off."

She reached back, unzipped her skirt, and worked it over her hips and down her legs. She tossed it onto the chair and Darryl's hand immediately grabbed the bare flesh of her ass. She squeezed it possessively and she leaned into him and let out a long, low moan as Amy's exultations of pleasure got louder.

"Take your panties off," Darryl said softly.

Michelle lowered her panties, kicked them aside, and left them on the floor.

"Good girl," Darryl said, eliciting a surprising rush of desire from Michelle. His fingers moved between her legs and she looked up at him as he penetrated her pussy. "Nice and wet. Just how I like it."

He lifted his fingers to her lips and held them there without saying a word. She waited a few moments for instruction, but when Darryl remained silent Michelle parted her lips and sucked his fingers clean. She took them to the back of her throat, moaned, and swirled her tongue around them while he smiled and fucked Amy a little harder and faster.

"Cum for me, Amy," Darryl said. "Cum on my cock."

His fingers moved in and out of Michelle's mouth as she held his gaze and fellated his flesh. Amy's moans got louder, as did the sounds of his pelvis slamming into her ass.

Darryl pulled his fingers from Michelle's mouth, leaned down, and kissed her. He grabbed her ass and squeezed while his tongue invaded her mouth. She ran her hand up his muscular chest and sucked on his tongue, luring it as deep into her mouth as she could and moaning from the overwhelming feelings of pleasure that coursed through her body.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Amy screamed.

She slammed her hands on the desk and let out a series of beautiful moans that got increasingly loud before the sounds of sex slowed with Darryl's tongue still deep in Michelle's mouth.

Finally, the kiss ended and Darryl said, "I want you both on your knees."

Michelle sank to her knees and Amy soon followed. Amy's fingers entwined with Michelle's and the girls held hands as they looked up at Darryl while he peeled off the condom and stroked his big black cock inches from their faces.

"Open your mouths," he instructed.

Michelle opened her mouth and tilted her head back. She knew what was coming next and she was overcome with excitement.

"Good girls," Darryl said as he stroked his cock faster. "You're both so beautiful and you're going to look even prettier with my cum all over your faces and in your mouths."

Michelle's pussy gushed as she watched Darryl's cock swell up. She saw his balls tighten and a moment later they leapt in their sack as a massive volley of hot cum landed across her face. Michelle closed her eyes instinctively as she tasted cum on her tongue and felt it on her forehead, cheek, nose, and chin.

More cumshots followed. Michelle assumed Amy was taking part of the load, too, and she moaned right along with her new friend as she received the first facial of her life. The experience proved unexpectedly enthralling, the proof of which was evident as her pussy tingled while an even deeper wetness formed between her thighs.

"Kiss," Darryl instructed once his orgasm had abated. "And Amy, give your friend an orgasm."

Michelle opened her eyes and turned to see Amy's cum-covered face. She smiled at the idea that her face looked exactly the same. Amy leaned in and reached between Michelle's legs. A moment later pleasure exploded outwards from Michelle's loins as her friend's fingers went to work.

"You look so pretty covered in his cum," Amy said.

Michelle moaned. In the moment, it felt like a compliment. Like a kinky, beautiful compliment. "Thank you," she said. "You do too."

Both girls smiled before their lips met for a cum-flavored kiss. Their tongues danced erotically as the salty taste of Darryl's semen quickly filled Michelle's mouth. It served to further her arousal and to quickly bring her to brink of an orgasm.

Michelle moaned into Amy's mouth as she came. She sucked on her friend's tongue and savored the taste of cum. She acted in a manner she'd truly never acted in her life and she experienced the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.

"Was that good?" Amy asked as she pushed her fingers deep into Michelle's pussy.

"That was the best orgasm I've ever had," Michelle replied.

Amy smiled, scooped up some of the cum on Michelle's forehead, and pushed it into her mouth. Michelle sucked the fingers clean as her friend said, "I think this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

Some part of Michelle knew that she'd never be the same. She'd discovered yet another side of her sexuality to go along with her recent dominant desires and in the moment it felt impossible to quiet these newfound elements of her lust.

The only option was to see if she could meld her burgeoning sexuality with the life she and Eric had planned. It might not have been possible, but Michelle was certainly going to try.