She could still smell his cum inside her. She'd picked it up in the bar last night, not much work for either of them. She was a stunner, he was a nice guy, a bit shy, just the way she liked them. She'd expected him to have a nice big cock. Which he had. She'd teased him the very moment they'd gone to her place, to take her home and fuck her, first on the couch, then in bed and again in bed.
He almost hadn't come again. Both double orgasms had been so strong he hadn't believed it was possible. But it was. She knew how to clench the muscles in her vagina so that contractions of her pussy had his cock in such a grip that it almost could not be pulled out. He must have thrust comically shallowly into her, as even though he was much inside her, the grip of her pussy did not allow him to pull out much. It was only the second time when the cum from the first fuck had already greased her pussy well that he managed to pop it not only deep inside but pull it all the way to the edge of her throbbing pussy.
It didn't matter now. His hardness was there, achieving exactly what she wanted. He was asleep. He passed out after coming for the third time in her pussy and fell asleep almost immediately. She lay next to him, felt him breathing rhythmically, her fingers scooping his cum out of her pussy. She knew exactly what to do.
At first she just ran her fingers over his lips. It was a little naughty of her, she knew her fingers were sticky with his cum, and she liked this feeling of dominance she got from letting him taste his own cum in his sleep. She watched in satisfaction as her fingers sucked slowly but greedily. She liked it, letting his fingers suck deeper into her mouth. He was waking up now, but he was just so groggy, distracted. That suited her just fine. She needed his reflex, his desire to suck on her fingers.
"Lick them for me," she whispered naughtily, watching with satisfaction as he really greedily licked them, probably because he didn't recognize the taste of his own semen in his half-sleep. But she had to admit that was certainly mixed in with her pussy juices.
She reached into her lap again, deeper this time. Much deeper. She could smell her fingers, as she certainly couldn't see them in the dark of the room. But by the smell she could tell. Slightly sour, more like iron. A mild tenderness in her lower abdomen and her tight, sensitive breasts had been trying to tell her the night before that it was on its way. Surely her fingertips were red by now. Now all her juices were full of hormones, full of her womanhood. And she was preparing for its transformation.
When she inserted her fingers into his mouth once more, he didn't object this time-though he must have been able to tell that the taste was now different. Or perhaps he couldn't tell the taste, as his senses remained dulled in the wake of having her hips tonight, sucking for such a long period, and finally coming inside her. That was a good omen for her, though, because his lust must have clouded all his senses and especially all warning signs.
"Now lick me," she ordered, withdrawing her fingers from his mouth. She turned toward him on the bed, so that he had her spread legs straight out in front of him, lying on her side, and he also turned and began to eat her pussy from that comfortable position. He was able to do it, was turned on as the tip of his tongue went flicking over her clit. Not this time for her orgasm. She wanted him to shove his tongue deeper into her. She parted her legs, squirmed, his tongue slipping off her pussy and farther into her pussy. That felt good too but in a different way. She grasped his head and pushed it into her lap so he wouldn't flinch. And then she clenched the muscles of her belly and pushed. Her flatulence, so common for her when menstruating, released with a barely audible fart, but he certainly couldn't overhear it with his nose in her pussy.
"Don't stop, lick me!" she commanded him, and to add emphasis to her words, she pushed his head into her lap again with her hands. He willingly did so, though at that point he must have surely felt a whiff of her fucking. Or maybe that was the reason. The mix of pheromones, hormones, and scent was a combination men couldn't resist. She loved the way she was trapping them in her power, beginning to control them, subduing them until they could not resist her. Yet sometimes they even realize they can't resist the transformation when it happens. Smiling, she remembered one who was desperately digging his fingernails into his cock while his mouth was buried into her cunt, voraciously licking and unable to stop. Little did the poor guy know that she definitely wouldn't need his cock anymore, nor was she moved by his self-torture.
She rolled him onto his back, making sure her lap was over him, constantly over his mouth. That he was constantly licking her pussy while his nose was already in her ass.
"Lick your mistress," she thus revealed his fate in command to him. She wiggled on his mouth to get his tongue deeper and pushed again. Her fucking was a tiny bit louder and she felt it intensify. It was okay, this was how she wanted it, but she certainly didn't want his hands around her waist. That might give him the impression he was deciding on something. Only he wasn't supposed to decide on anything anymore. She shoved his hands back onto the bed, he yielded to her with no resistance, especially when her hand immediately touched his cock as if she was interested in it. All that counted was that, as hard as granite as a cock only a moment ago, it was now getting progressively softer, shriveling. Now he was attending fully to her.
She huffed again, but a little different now; now it wasn't so much about releasing the air inside her gut but letting out all the drink from the evening. Yet, she needed to drink it cautiously and slowly enough to get as much of it possible inside her body and get as much of her hormones into her body as possible. Now that she is menstruating, his transformation is particularly crucial.
She sat down, so that he could not move. Then she squeezed his head with her thighs, so that he could not get himself out of her, her pussy sucking his whole mouth. "Now drink me," she ordered, straining her thighs to his head so that he should not think that he was capable of escaping his fate. She felt wet, felt the stream of urine that came out of her and also his tongue that stopped licking her and his lips, his open mouth that hugged her pussy so that the stream of urine didn't escape his mouth. At once she stopped pushing to check whether he had succeeded in drinking her urine. He just leaned forward, scooped all of her pee into his widely opened mouth, and swallowed hard.
