The Awakening .... Taking Control

* My first erotic fiction story*

Kitty and Jean-Paul had dated a long time ago. They had a passionate affair, sordid to some, but to them, it was magic, and neither had ever forgotten it. A lot of water had passed under the bridge, and when they met on that fateful evening, the passion was silently re-ignited in each of them but was not voiced.

“I have changed a lot,” said Kitty.

“So have I replied?” replied Jean-Paul as he took a sip from his brandy and dry.

She remembered how much she loved the taste of brandy on his breath; how much she had lusted after him. His hairy chest, his sculptured body, his massive cock, and how it used to throb inside her.

“I have a proposition for you,” announced Jean-Paul, snapping her out of her dream.

“I have become obsessed with the sexual body,” he continued, “Not in a lurid way, but in a way that heightens every sense of your being. The kind that creates anticipation and lust of the highest order and totally awakens and refreshes your sexuality.”

I would like to explore this with you if you will permit it. We used to have such good chemistry,” Jean-Paul said in a charismatic and intriguing way.

“I want to reignite passion in you like we had and see where it goes.”

“I don’t know what you mean—are you propositioning me?” Kitty replied with a cheeky smile.

“In a way.”

“I will provide you with a series of experiences over the next few months, just you and me. If you are up for it, I promise you, it will reignite your sexuality; it will raise you to new heights.”

“I don’t understand,” she said in an innocent voice. You are not going to hurt me or do anything that I don’t want, are you?”

“I would never do that, (he hesitated) I still love you; I always have.”

She felt a stirring between her legs and again started to drift back to when they had enjoyed each other’s bodies, sometimes several times a night.

“Would you be more comfortable if we established some ground rules,” he asked.

For several minutes, she listened with intrigue as Jean-Paul described different scenarios, to which she either replied “yes” or “no”. With the ground rules established, the stage was set.

Kitty felt herself growing hot and wet. She almost felt ashamed of her behavior (almost). The temptation was too great; she was hooked now and had decided to agree even before Jean-Paul asked her. She already felt so horny. She could feel her pussy getting wet as her heart raced through a hundred-and-one scenarios.

“So, are we in agreement then, Kitty?”

“You can stop at any time in our escapade, but if you do, I will vanish forever, and you will never see me again.”

Conceited bastard, she thought, “And what if I leave? What of you, Jean-Paul?”

“What if I never come back?” asked Kitty.

“Good point, my darling; then I guess I will be no worse off than I am now.”

He moved towards her as she sat in the chair. He put his drink on the table and reached out and put his hand on her leg; she immediately felt a shock of electric excitement.

“I know the thought excites you,” he said as his hand slid up her leg, under her dress, and with great finesse, slid inside her panties and explored her now wet flower. He pushed his fingers inside her; they slid in with ease.

She wanted to part her legs so that his fingers would find her clit, go deeper, and he could touch her inflamed bud, but as quickly as he had found her open nest, his hand moved away.

“We can’t get ahead of ourselves now,” he mocked her. “Next Tuesday you will come to my place for champagne and pate.”

“Wear a black dress, my darling, and sexy see-through lace panties and bra. Black, of course, to match your dress.”

She was taken aback by the thought that he would tell her what she could and couldn’t wear.

He sensed her displeasure.

“Does it concern you that I ask you to wear specific clothing?”

“No!”

She was beyond caring. Her emotions had been stirred, and she would have fucked him there and then. She swore she could see a bulge in his pants and wondered if it was because he had touched her wet, warm pussy or if it was that he got off, thinking he was controlling her.

Little did he know, she thought.

She could handle this. She could play along with his little game, and as he said, she could leave whenever she wanted to.

If she had only one more time with him sucking on her tulip, making her wet beyond her control and bringing her to one of those shuddering orgasms that she remembered so well before she let him explode his load of hot cum inside her mouth, it would be worth it.

Who had the control, she thought to herself?

“See you next week, Jean-Paul; I look forward to it.”

She kissed him on the mouth and turned to the door, not looking back.

The week seemed to take forever, and every day, she thought about what might happen at their next encounter; it thrilled her. She had never experienced such anticipation and found herself getting wet at the slightest thought of it.

At night she would dream about the possibilities and, on more than one occasion, found herself stroking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Each time, she stopped herself. She wanted the excitement to build. She felt dirty but in a nice way.

***

As she rang his doorbell, her heart was pumping so hard she thought she would explode. Jean-Paul opened the door.

He wore a pair of white linen pants that showed off his tight arse and, more importantly, the bulge in his pants. She wanted his cock so badly.

His powder blue shirt was open to the second button, and his chest hair was slightly visible. She had always loved his chest hair and longed to run her fingers through it. All in good time, she thought. Or was it not going to be like that? What if he was just going to have a drink with her, and this was all some far-off fantasy that she had dreamed up?

She quickly got her answer as he offered a glass of champagne.

“Tonight, my darling, I am your slave. You tell me what you want to do; I am your plaything. The aim is for you to cum like never before,” he explained.

She did not know what to say, but the thought excited her. Could she tell him to do whatever she wanted to?

Not what I expected, she thought to herself and decided not to answer just yet.

John-Paul continued, “I have prepared this little box of tricks.”

It is free to be used by either party, but when you are not in charge, so to speak, you will wait to be asked. In fact, you must ask or give permission for anything we do.” After all, that is only good manners,” he added with a smirk.

“Now, let’s begin.”

“Off you go, my little kitten. I want to see what you are capable of. I must warn you, though, prepare to be fucked like never before. I have missed you.”

She pondered her first words with trepidation; this was all new. She had to trust Jean-Paul, but how far could she go; how far would she let herself go?

Go for it, she told herself, set yourself free.

“Take off your pants, lie on the floor, and play with yourself. I want to see your hard cock!” so far so good, she thought.

He did as he was commanded with a smile on his face. She could see that he, too, was full of anticipation. He was not totally erect, but his size was already noticeable.

She found some satin rope in the “box of tricks” and tied his hands above his head. As she did so, he struggled to kiss her neck.

She slapped his dick and brushed him off, “when I am ready,” she said and playfully grabbed his balls with just enough force to make him wince.

I like this game, she thought as she got to her feet.

She stood above him, strategically positioned so that he could see right up her dress.

“Can you see my pussy wrapped up in my sexy black lace panties?” she asked.

“Yes,” he obediently replied, “it looks gorgeous, may I lick it and kiss it?” he asked.

“You want to kiss my flower and put your tongue inside me?” she taunted. “I bet you can almost taste my honey.”

She sat on his chest; her legs parted, just far enough away so that he could not reach her but close enough that he would get the scent of her wet pussy.

“You will touch me and kiss and fuck me when I tell you to, not when you think it will happen,” she scolded him.

“Would you like to see my breasts? I bet my nipples are hard?”

“Yes,” he groaned with delight.

She let the left sleeve of her dress drop to reveal her perfect breast enclosed in her see-through black lace bra. He could see her nipple, taut against the soft lace, and desired to nibble on it. Then her right shoulder dropped, and as it did, her dress fell to the floor, revealing her trim and toned figure. Her nipples jutted out; rock hard.

His primal urges became obvious as he thrust his hips in the air and grunted, making a gesture that reeked of ‘I want to fuck you!’

She let her finger pass over her breast, pausing long enough to tickle her erect nipples.

“I bet you’d love to suck my tits,” she mocked him as she slid her tits out of her bra.

She tweaked her nipples. They were on fire, and it was as if they were directly connected to her pussy; she felt her juices flow. She was getting more and more turned on, and he had not even touched her yet.

Jean-Paul was now fully erect, his huge member throbbing with his heartbeat, just waiting to be devoured.

She knelt above him and pushed her tits into his open mouth. He feasted on her, sucking wildly on her nipples. He devoured her honey pot with his eyes, longing to slip his tongue into her wet slit and suck her juices.

She stood up, dominant above him, and pulled her panties to one side and touched her wet pussy.

“Is that what you want, do you like what you see?” as she spread her lips to give him a full view of her exposed pink pussy.

She bent down slowly again, and she did, her fingers spread her lips a little more.

“Lick me,” she commanded.

”Lick my wet slit.”

His tongue was already out, and as she slid down onto his face, she felt his warm, rigid tongue slide inside her.

Like a magical toy, he immediately started lapping, and her body became an electric charge.

The electricity ran shots from each of her nipples to her clit. She rubbed her nipples, tweaked them, and sent the pleasure shooting back to her clit, all the while feeling his hot tongue greedily lapping her juices.

She had not felt such excitement in a long time, it was almost too much for her. She backed off.

“Kiss my nipples again, bite them,” she commanded.

His mouth encircled her breast, and his tongue flicked across her nipple. He took it between his teeth and pulled gently on it. A little, then harder, until she felt the contrast between pleasure and pain.

She reveled in her pleasure; the pain almost became too pleasurable.

She grabbed her breasts, offering them to him again, pushing them into his mouth.

He devoured them greedily, first one and then the other, using his teeth to bite on her nipples.

She loved it.

Moaning while she squeezed them with her own hands.

She put her mouth hard against his; it was warm and inviting.

She loosened his hands and freed them from the rope restraints.

He pressed hard and slid his tongue into her mouth. She pulled away briefly as she reached down to grab his throbbing cock.

His hands now free, he ran his fingers through her soft silky hair in approval; as she squeezed his dick, he grabbed her hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck.

He kissed it greedily with his hot tongue, making her coo with delight.

He bucked his hips and pressed his erection against her leg.

His fingers tweaked her erect nipples and then gently pinched them.

She thought she would explode. Her pussy was on fire, and it seemed like it was dripping like a tap in anticipation; she could hold back no longer, she was his, and she liked it.

She leaned over him and kissed his ear. She went down his neck and bit his shoulder, then back to his ear.

As she did, she asked the magic question, “Do you want to fuck me, do you want to stick your hard cock in my pussy?”

“Oh yes”, replied Jean-Paul.

“Well, you will have to wait,” she said as she grabbed his dribbling cock and ran her fingers over his head, using his dribble as a lubricant.

“First, I want you to suck my pussy some more.”

“I want you to stick your tongue out hard as I sit on your face so that I can fuck your tongue again,” she demanded.

“I want you to run your tongue the length of my pussy, lapping up my juices, and then nibble on my clit until I cum all over your face.”

“If you Satisfy me, and only if you satisfy me, you can then fuck me.”

Jean-Paul rolled her over on her back and quickly peeled off her black lacy panties to reveal her pussy in all its splendor.

He wanted to rip them off, but he respected it was their first encounter.

Next time.

He could see her cunt inches from his face. Her waxed tulip, velvet inner lips swollen with desire, already parted and glistening with her juice.

He brought his hands up under long her slender thighs, stroking the inside of her legs until they reached her pussy. Gently he let the tips of his fingers touch her pussy; she moaned.

His middle finger ran the length of her lips, gently gliding from her wetness. He plunged his finger inside her. Again, she moaned.

His finger started to pump in and out her wet pussy, as his other fingers spread her lips apart. He gazed at her perfect form with lust, pure lust.

He thought about how much he wanted fuck her. How much he longed to stick his throbbing dick in her wet pussy. He visualized himself pumping in and out of her, finally reaching a climax and finishing himself off by wanking his load of hot cum all over her pussy.

He parted her lips further and exposed her clit, sitting above her open pussy.

Down he went, his hot tongue probing her wet slit.

His mouth wrapped around her clit, nibbling it, then sucking it, then nibbling it in an endless circle of excitement and pleasure.

She thought it was divine; she bucked against his face, grabbed his hair, and pulled his face onto her open pussy.

Her time was near.

She felt an all too unfamiliar welling emanating from her clit, electrifying her nipples, sending her brain into a wonderful place of euphoria.

Like a shot of fire pulsating the length of her body.

Before it was too late, she pulled his head away and pushed him off her.

He was taken aback and shocked.

The surprise was evident on his face.

She pushed him hard on his back and put one leg on either side of his head, and planted wet pussy squarely on his face.

She grabbed his hair again.

“Fuck me with your tongue. Come on, I said fuck me with your tongue!” she commanded.

“I want you to make me cum.”

“Make your tongue stiff. That’s right, lick my clit.”

He obliged, and she rocked her clit back and forth on his erect tongue.

She slid her pussy the full length of his face as he lapped at her pussy and sucked on her clit.

“Oh, Oo’—hh, Ooooo---h,” she squealed.

She could hold back no more, and she bucked and cavorted with the explosion of excitement in her clit.

It ran all up and down her body like a hot charge, to the end of her nipples and back, making her brain feel lightheaded. He kept licking her pussy and nibbling on her clit.

She felt the burning sensation of a second orgasm.

‘Oh God, I Am coming again. Fick me with your tongue.”

She came again.

Spent, she collapsed and slid down his body.

His cock immediately engaged with her swollen pussy and easily slid into her open slit.

As their cheeks touched, she shifted her position to feel more of him.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard, with that big cock,” she uttered as he started to pump inside her.

His cock felt like a red-hot poker. In and out it went. He pushed down on her hips and pushed her back to get more pressure on his cock.

His breathing intensified; his breath heavy in her ear.

“Uhhh, uhh,” he murmured as he gave three final shoves.

“Uh, uh uh,” a slight pause, and then she felt the momentary spurt of his cum in her pussy.

He pulled out and shot the last of his load over her little bush. She watched the pulsating of his cock as he enjoyed the fruits of his labor.

She felt wonderfully relaxed, she felt awakened. She had not felt such sexual desire in a long time and wondered what their next encounter would bring.

“Till next time?” he whispered.

“Indeed,” she replied with a smile.

“Kiss me, slave,” she added with a smirk of contentment.