Controlling His Desire

Controlling her-prequel

Part One

He couldn't sleep. Again. This was the third night he had be unable to sleep for more than a few hours. Not since the conversation with his friend (ex-girlfriend he thought) that they had had a couple of days ago. And with the no sleep came the other tormenting issue- a throbbing erection.

She had been his first girlfriend and he her first boyfriend. Like a lot of kids, they had met while in high school, working at the local fast-food joint. He still vividly remembered their first kiss- a early summer evening at the riverbank. He had just turned to say something, when he saw her really for the first time sexually- long blond hair framed by the late afternoon sun, with a look of excited expectation in her eyes. He didn't have a choice in the matter- he reached out, pulled her to him and they kissed.

Then followed the normal course for two kids-lots of kissing, fondling- but she wanted to remain a virgin, so they never had actual sex. Many was the night he went home hard and frustrated by this, but he didn't force the issue. After high school, he joined the army while she stayed and went to a local college. Drifted apart by the distance and by his discovery that women actually found him sexually arousing and were more than happy to act on that sexuality. Besides, deep down he knew he was never going back to their hometown- to many bad memories. And he knew just as surely that she would never leave. So, he broke up with her, figuring that was the best way forward. They lost touch for years as they both got married and had kids. He was living quite a ways away as well.

With his discovery of other, willing women, he started to realize that he liked to be dominate in the bedroom. And found a lot of women were really turned on by this and by being submissive to him. He wasn't into pain as much as being able to be in control. While he was out in Los Angeles, before he married, he had had an affair with an older woman. It was she who taught and guided him deeper into what he referred to as his "dark side". She would set up role playing for them, where she would be forced to please him. At first, she would pretend to be reluctant, getting him sexually frustrated to the point where he would just unleash, grabbing her, forcing his cock down her throat, throwing her on the bed or couch and fucking her mercilessly, all the while she screaming with pleasure as wave after wave hit. One of her favorite scenes was him, naked and slowly masturbating in a room when she walked in. She would pretend to be shocked at first, then demand he get up and leave. He would get up, but still stroking his long, thick cock- slowly, just locked on her eyes. She would get flustered and start stammering about how this wasn't right. He would slowly walk over, at 6'3", towering over her petite frame, forcing her backwards up against a wall or door. She would get even more demanding that he leave, but stammer as she focused on him gently stroking his cock, getting more heated by the moment. Finally, she would snap and reach out to slap him. But he could read her mind and easily intercepted the slap with his hand and force her arm behind her back as he pushed her even tighter against the wall. And with that, he would unleash- ripping her dress off to expose the slutty lingerie she always wore for him. He loved the black thigh high stockings, and seeing the combination of lust and fear in her eyes would drive him wilder. He would throw her, literally, on the bed and attack her pussy, quickly finding (with her help) just the right spots to drive her wild, forcing her to have multiple orgasms so that she was dripping wet. Then, just as she was nearing another orgasm, he would stand up and move his throbbing cock to her face. She knew that he loved it when she made a small "o" with her mouth as if to protest, only to have him shove his cock into her mouth instead. Then he would start talking dirty as she worked his cock over with her tongue. Telling her exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it, telling her who was in control and forcing her to acknowledge it. If she didn't, he would start on her pussy again, but never allow her to completion, teasing and stopping to demand she admit that she was a slut, his slut. She would refuse and say she was a "good girl", only to have him bring her to the brink and stop abruptly, demanding she tell him what she was- his slut. After several minutes of this back and forth she would break-pleading, begging to cum, calling herself every filthy name she could think of while so gloriously aroused. Like Pavlov's dogs, when he heard her finally submit, he would go even crazier with lust and fire, plunging his stiff cock into her soaking pussy and ramming it in and out, driving her even more insane until he finally exploded, and they would both collapse.

Afterwards, they would hold each other, basking the glow. She would teach him about the various ways to please women. He would learn, then practice with other girls, with her coaching. He would lay in bed with her, describing his sex with other girls, and she would give hints and suggestions for next encounters, getting so hot herself that she couldn't help but reach a hand down and start playing with her pussy as she talked with him. That was another turn on as well for him- watching this beautiful mature woman, in lingerie, laying submissively in front of him rubbing her pussy, slipping fingers in and out, telling him how she would have acted if she had been there with him. What she would have done to him. To the other girl. To them both. Getting so hot she would roll over and get on all fours, her gorgeous ass in the air and reach around and finger her ass. Getting him so hot and hard that he would take her again- in the ass, in the pussy in the mouth.

Then he had met the girl he would eventually marry and happily settled into married life. But he could still remember how he could feel his balls tingle when his mature lover had called him right before his wedding to suggest that they get together "for a drink...or something". And they had gotten together one last time. And he drove her wild with all the things that she had taught him.

His marriage was pretty good at first, but with children and bills and life in general, over the years their sexual activities began to diminish. She was sexy as hell with huge tits, and she quickly learned one of his favorite things to see during sex was for her grab and hold up her tits, jiggling back and forth as he fucked her hard, then raising them to her lips so that she could suck her nipples, running her pink tongue around the nipples-pulling, exciting them as he watched. She loved when he would be fucking her and reach around to grab her ass, spreading her cheeks. Often, he would run a finger up and down over her anus as they fucked, him on top, almost smothering her with his height and weight and she would cum hard when he slipped a finger in her ass, drenching the bed with juices. It was she who introduced him to marijuana and how it enhanced sex.

She really wasn't that into the role playing and only did the submissive side of things rarely- his favorites, and after a long time he just stopped trying. Gradually sex ebbed until it was a few and far between activity. Then, she started not wanting to have sex at all.

It wasn't that she didn't want sex anymore that really bothered him. It was that she was so unconcerned with his needs that she wouldn't even try to research how to get her libido back. And over time just expected him to deal with it. He really didn't want to cheat and would get relief by masturbating- but it was unfulfilling. But then the internet came into existence. And with the internet, came access to unlimited porn. He finally had at least a small outlet for exploring his sexuality. Videos took the place of real-life encounters and he masturbated while he watched the women on film do all the things he needed. And the variety stunned him as he learned even more things about himself while researching what videos turned him on the most. He realized he had a thing for older women, "Mature" in the porn world. No doubt due to his experiences in LA, but deeper was the realization that mature women not only knew what they wanted but they were open about getting it. And exhibitionism- feeling hard and huge as he pretended to be some guy being jerked off and blown by an older woman- again in combination with her submissive behavior and dirty talking to him in detail about how turned on she was and how it felt, then finally exploding over the woman's face and tits. It wasn't a great sex life, but he figured it was better than none.

After a while, Facebook came into existence. And like so many curious people he one day connected with his first girlfriend. They didn't talk much for a few years, but it was nice to be able to see each other's posts and goings on. She had married as well and had kids also.

One day he was looking at her profile and had seen photos from her wedding. It was a profile shot of her head and shoulders in her wedding dress and veil, holding bouquet of flowers. Her beautiful blonde hair had been flowing and she looked radiant. He also realized she looked sexy as hell. He envied her husband who must have been counting his blessings. That night, around 1am he realized he was not only awake but was hard as hell. That was the first time that had happened in a while. It took him a few moments to realize seeing her in that picture had really got him going. He started slowly stroking his cock, feeling it hardened in a way that he had almost forgotten.

He quickly got up and went downstairs to his office, locked the door and stretched out on the couch, his hard erection pointing to the ceiling. He had a bottle of baby oil in there, which he took out and slowly lubed himself. He felt hard, with the veins sticking out and the head extremely swollen. As he started gliding his hand up and down, he couldn't help but think of her in that dress. His mind quickly shifted to what he would have done with her on that wedding night. He saw them together, kissing passionately in the hotel honeymoon suite. His hands stroking her face, his tongue pushed down her throat, getting more heated by the second. She broke the kiss, stood back and told him to lie on the bed. She then sensuously, slowly removed her dress, but kept her white veil, high heel shoes and white lingerie on. Parading for him, and with a soft, husky voice telling him what she was doing as she began to run her hands up and down her body. Squeezing her tits, trailing her hands down as she began to gentle rub her pussy and clit-all while keeping locked eye contact. Turning and bending over to show him her ass, all the while describing how she felt. Telling him she was his- his woman, his slut, and for him to do anything he wanted to her.

Him beginning to rub his growing cock as she described what she was about to do with his cock, where she would put it, what she would do with it. She teased him, bringing him to the edge of climax again and again, until he couldn't take it anymore, grabbing her roughly and kissing her hard. Pushing her down on her knees and feeding his cock into her waiting mouth. Her slobbering over it, licking it, teasing it over and over till he snapped, grabbed her, threw her on the bed and for a moment just stood over her. Looking. Appreciating. Then slowly moving forward, his cock hard and standing out, pointed at her pussy. Her moans as he entered her-slowly at first, letting her get used to the size. Then both of them working together, rocking, fucking, harder and harder until they both climaxed together.

On the couch, his mind filled with this fantasy, he came harder than he had in quite a while. He was surprised- where had this fantasy had come from? Over time this scene, and others staring his ex-girlfriend became a regular part of his fantasies. He had even found a few porn stars that somewhat resembled her, so that he could fantasize visually instead of just mentally. Getting so hard as the women on screen acted out his fantasy for him- submissive, oral and making the transition from reluctant to more than willing slut-at his command and control.

He realized this fixation probably wasn't healthy, but slowly, almost without realizing it, he began to contact her more often. Facebook at first-just hi how are things and she would respond in kind. Back then he was in sales and on the road, so he had a lot of opportunity to find reasons to call her. They would talk for an hour or more at a time. They talked about their jobs and gave each other advice. Slowly they began to open to each other about more personal matters. Turned out that she was as frustrated with marriage and lack of sex as he was. She began to confide about her husband and his abusive ways. Not physically, but emotionally. Like he felt, missing sex, but missing intimacy more. Being cut off from a connection.

Things progressed this way for a while, until one time when she mentioned during one of their calls that she was going to be in a town not far from him for an arts festival that she went to every year. Her husband never went with her, as he didn't like the town or the music, and had no interest in. Turns out the town was on one of his sales routes that he traveled to frequently. Slowly, so slowly that maybe neither of them realized (or wanted to realize he thought), they began plans to meet there. Nothing was said out loud about sex, but there was a delicious tension building as each deep down began to contemplate what would happen. He kept expecting she would at some point just call the whole thing off. Or maybe get cold feet when she got to town. He found out which hotel she would be staying at and made sure to book the same. He was excited and found his fantasies running wild. But he didn't communicate for fear of offending her or maybe he just misread the situation. But deep down, he wanted this, bad.

They both met at the hotel, and for the first time in years, he relaxed as they chatted, catching up on things with each other. Then a dinner and a good 2-person band that she had been looking forward to seeing. Sitting in the audience with her, he found his arm naturally encircling her shoulders, and could feel her leaning into his shoulders. The back to his hotel room-desire there but unspoken. They began drinking a bottle of wine she had brought, and he slightly shocked her by pulling out some marijuana. It was her first time smoking, and they both laughed and relaxed even more. With the relaxation came deeper conversation, especially about their shared frustration. She surprised him by telling him that she was still in love with him, even after the breakup all those years ago. At one point, they both stood up at the same time, and the next thing he knew they were kissing. Hard.

But she said she couldn't do anything. She was a good girl. And he didn't want to push. So he led her back to her room. But his head was swimming, he was rock hard and wanted her bad. He made her a deal- he left his room key with her and just said if she wanted to come back, she should just do it. He went back to the room, immediately freeing his hard cock and stroking it. He smiled, thinking this was a little too much like high school all over again. Then, in the darkness, he heard the door open. She stepped in. She had changed in comfortable clothes, and lying in bed with him, told him that they couldn't cross that line. He knew this was a lie, she was already breathing hard. Slowly, in the darkened room, he began to caress her. Lightly, softly, running his hand up and down her body. He could hear her respond. Gently at first, then with increasing intensity, he began to slip a finger up and down her pussy lips. She squirmed and moaned but didn't move his hand. He began to run little circles around her clit, rubbing her alternately soft then hard. He could feel how wet she was, how much she wanted him. He pulled the rest of her clothes off, then his. She wasn't fighting it anymore. With an erection like he hadn't had in years, he rolled over on top of her and slowly started rubbing his cock up and down her pussy lips, feeling her wetness increase even more. Hearing her moans of pleasure-music to his ears. Then, finally, slowly started to enter her. She gasped as he entered, then moaning and sweating, pulled him all the way in until they were almost one being. He felt huge, massive and started moving in and out of her pussy. She held on as the first of her orgasms hit, her pussy clenching his shaft, gripping it hard inside of her. He didn't last long. He couldn't have lasted long. They both held each other and fell asleep.

The next day, they both had work to do, but agreed to meet afterwards. Another dinner, more small talk, both a little guilty and learning how to deal with cheating on their spouses. Back to his room, where she pulled out a bottle of wine. But he had begun to worry. Last night she had said she still loved him, and while he hadn't said it back, he did feel it to. But he felt guilt that he maybe was taking advantage of her and her feelings for him. He didn't want to think that he was just using her. He realized how easy it would be for him to manipulate her into additional encounters - for his pleasures, how he could start working on her submissive side, controlling her for his sexual desires. How easy it would be to leverage what she felt for him. Porn was one thing, but a human was something else. When she suggested more intimacy he hesitated, saying he had to work and was so tired from the previous night that it might be better for him just to sleep. She, confused by his turn about, poured more wine, asking him just to hang out a little more. They smoked a little more, never a good idea for him since it intensified his desire, and at some point, he had to use the bathroom. He determined that she would have to go then.

But when he came out of the bathroom, he saw something erotic that shattered his brain and reluctance. While he was in the bathroom, she had taken off her clothes and had gotten into the bed-obviously ready and willing. This was so unlike her that he snapped. His dark side roared out. He stripped his clothes off, then quickly moving to the bed, threw off the covers. He gripped her and spun her around, hard, so that she was laying on her stomach. He saw she still had a small pair of white panties on, and for some reason this sent him over the edge. He climbed on top of her and roughly pulled off the panties, allowing him to see her gorgeous ass. This enflamed him even more. He ran his hand over her pussy, and it came away soaking wet. He spun her over again, and as hard as the previous night, rammed his cock inside her. Not slowly like before, but hard and rough, bringing all his fantasies of control to light. She tried to calm him, asking him to go slower, but there was no way he could. He increased the pace and felt the first of her orgasms then, the wetness and tightness enclosing his cock like a sheath, making him even more insane. After hammering her, he moved off her, laying back on the bed, and told her to ride him. Which she did. He was entranced watching her ride him, moving back and forth and she fucked him the way he had fucked her. Again, neither didn't last long. Again, there was no way they could.

Afterwards, he was convinced it had been a mistake. He now knew he could control her, break her to him and use her for sexual fantasies. And she would do it, but he thought it would only be because she loved him, and he could manipulate that. At least, that's how he saw it. And he cared too much for her to feel like a shit that would do this just for his own gratification. After a bit, he took her back to her room, but she didn't want to go. He was afraid of what would happen if she stayed. And like the shit he felt he was, he left in the early morning before she had a chance to come back.