Womanistic

'Shh... It'll all be alright, my love... Just let it happen...'

Her voice was like silk; soft, soothing,

safe.

It was hard to remember that, not twenty minutes ago, she had been the other party in, and on the receiving end of, a break-up.

Her warm thigh slipped over his hip, tantalising and tender. He shivered, even that small sensation intoxicating. She was as irresistibly hot as she ever had been. It had been what he'd gotten hooked on originally. But months of absenteeism, nights spent waiting for her while she apparently went to bed with other men--and women--and now solid proof that she had been messaging other men, had forced his slow decline from affection to a head like an ugly pimple.

So why the

fuck

was he letting her have sex with him now?

Despite knowing everything he had before he'd confronted her, he couldn't help himself. Couldn't bring himself to hold her back, to say the words he knew he had to say. "Stop, I can't fuck you when I know you've been going to bars and sleeping with any man who'll down more shots than you" was all he could think of, and yet when it came to speaking, his mouth felt like it were miles away, with communication between the two expected to take months, not moments.

A shocking thrill passed through him and he looked down, seeing her split legs shadowed behind the firm pole of his cock, standing erect directly before her pussy. Her hand rested on his hip, spread fingers ready to slip forwards and grip him. He knew what it felt like; she'd done it before, many times. Perhaps that was why she was doing it again now - to tease him, draw him along with familiar sensations, forcing him to anticipate her pleasure rather than think about her—

his--

pain.

His eyes roamed upwards, taking in the shapely hips, the slender waist, and the round, flawless spheres of her breasts, two glorious, perfect mounds that he still wasn't

totally

convinced weren't fake. They jutted out from her chest, breaking the hourglass curve of her torso with their figure, only making her lustful shape more tantalising. Her hands slithered up her body, chasing his eyes, and he watched her cup each breast tenderly, gently squeezing them, showing off just how taut and perfect they were. His eyes rose, seeing her neck, her sharp jawline, her feminine cheekbones, her flowing, ponytailed blonde hair, and...

... And those eyes. Blue like crystals. Blue like sunny ocean water. Blue like...

'Good boy,' she breathed, moaning softly as she compressed each breast, in her element. 'Just let yourself go for me... Just how you know you should. Focus on my body, my perfect, sexy body, and forget everything except for me...' She bit her index finger, reaching forwards as she spoke, both hands lowering to support herself on his chest, just beneath his pecks. Her breasts pinched slightly together between her arms, and he felt the cool touch of her skin just on the edge of his cock, enough to tease it with the slightest of contacts, but not enough to rub or even displace it where it stood, erect and waiting. 'You know you belong to me. I'm in control. I always have been... So let me control you now, and give in to my body. You know you'll be rewarded for obeying.'

Slowly, painstakingly, she descended, working her hands up his flesh until her elbows bent on his body, climbing higher and higher until she lay fully atop him. Two firm points drilled into his chest, while her flawless skin burned with warmth that drove him wild. His cock, now walked slowly down until it was sandwiched between their bodies, pulsed needily, stimulated but not encouraged towards orgasm by the tightness of her body and weight atop it.

She stared at him, huge blue eyes as wide as plates, fixated. He couldn't look away. Her breath came in short warm gusts, smelling of mint and lust. The scent of her shampoo reached him, floral and spicy. Loose blonde strands tickled his face, lighting nerves on fire inside an already nylon-taut body.

He wanted to fight, wanted to push her off him and scream... But the urge to do it paled in comparison to the pure, unadulterated sex clouding and controlling everything about him in that moment. He shuddered, feeling his cock pulsing between their bodies, and she grinned, an evil, knowing smile. Those huge blue eyes still stared down into his, impossible to ignore, impossible to resist.

'Good boy...' She breathed, barely a whisper, her breath cascading over his face. 'Submit for me. Let yourself go... And fall to my will. You're my pet... My man toy... My brainless slave... Sink for me. Return to your true self... A dumb, horny, cock for my perfect body to use.'

Something deep inside him broke, snapping like an over-taut rope. He... He would submit. Yes. Yes, he'd submit. He already had - not just tonight, but long, long ago. He knew he belonged to her, knew he always would submit to her control - she dominated him, and he needed only to be commanded by her, to obey, to be used. He was a toy, an empty doll, a hard penis for her sexual gratification. He was hers. Like property, he would obey her every whim.

She saw it through his eyes, some unseen fight dying in his mind. The grin deepened, her victory assured.

'Good boy,' she cooed, wiggling her hips slightly, rolling the cock sandwiched between their bodies ever so slightly back and forth. She began to rock gently, starting a slow, sensual motion. 'You always knew you would submit again... It was only a matter of time.'

Slowly, as minutes passed and her body tenderly rocked back and forth, barely even shifting their bodies on the bed, merely adding a rocking lilt to their intimate coupling, the gorgeous blonde girlfriend spoke, never letting her eyes wander, never losing her focus. She spoke of her love life, carefully ensuring that she raised each memory he had of her, each occasion—that he knew of—where she had fucked someone else. She roused recollections of late Friday nights and mysterious attendees to the house, noting the security camera footage he had seen when asked how he'd realised she was inviting lovers to the house. As she spoke, unravelling his memories of her infidelity, she never ceased her slow rock, tantalisingly stroking him by less than an inch with their joined bodies.

Then, once all his memories had been surfaced and all his concerns realised, she slowly began unthreading each, disproving them one by one, using circumstantial and in some cases even false information to invalidate them all. She paused only to kiss his neck or sample his lips, but she never let his eyes loose her own for more than a few moments, and she peppered her words with plenty of positive affirmations, reassuring her boyfriend of his good, obedient behaviour.

When she was finally done, she rose, back arching as she lifted herself bit by bit from his flesh, revealing a sticky puddle where the tip of his cock lay between their bodies. Slipping her hand down, she lifted it from its damp resting place, easily handling his firm shaft. With a few short adjustments via her powerful legs, she positioned herself atop him, and, hitching herself up slightly, brought her exposed, wet, and very much ready pussy down over him.

Pleasure like he had never felt in his life filled him as her pussy slowly sank around him, hot, wet and tight. He grunted as his helmet pierced her tightness, moaned softly as he drove inch by tantalising inch into her heated insides, and sighed as he felt his tip bottom out at her deepest edge, exactly as long as she was deep. He throbbed powerfully, over-stimulated cock more than ready to ejaculate, tantalisingly excited by her softly pulsating interior.

Careless of his needs, his girlfriend worked herself slowly, grinding back and forth, teasing her own sexuality rather than his, caring only for one person's pleasure; her own. At long last, as the rhythmic circular motion brought her primal needs more to the fore, she began to rock, then to bounce, and finally to fuck. By the twenty-minute mark, she was rising nearly to his helmet, powerful legs thrusting her up and down atop him, stroking her body mercilessly with his penis, bouncing breasts rolling and springing as she fucked him.

Moans became gasps, which became screams, which finally themselves silenced as her orgasm drew near. Where her previous affirmations had died off, now they resumed, though they were more lustful now, less commanding, less controlled. 'Oh, fuck me, fuck me,' she breathed, twisting both nipples hard, shuddering in pain and pleasure. 'Fuck me, oh you good boy, fuck me, you fucking man-toy!'

Shaking, jerking, and fucking like a porn star, the smoking hot blonde stroked herself to her orgasm atop her boyfriend without reserve, bouncing almost completely off his cock as it rocketed home. She gasped, stiffened, shook as if she'd been electrocuted, and for the briefest of moments, she sat still, half-way down his cock, whole body taut as a board. Then, she collapsed, bucking and rocking and shaking and bouncing, arms slapping roughly into her boyfriend's chest as she fell atop him in her release. She rode him the whole time, using his hardness to stimulate her release, feeling her squirt driving against his shaft, wet sounds illustrating the watery motions between them as her movements shifted her flesh. She heard herself spray his body, felt the heat of her ejaculate, but didn't give a single shit. She felt beyond amazing; she was in her absolute prime. A long, enjoyable fuck with the man who fitted her better than anyone else, having ensured that he remained submissive and obedient for a while longer yet... Couldn't get any fucking better than that.

She rode the high for minutes on end, straddling him, throbbing, tightening atop his cock, powerful vaginal muscles stimulating her further as they clenched around his shape. When it at last passed through her, she collapsed on him, resting on his chest for nigh on twenty minutes, cuddling the still male shape beneath her, who remained hard and impassive between her legs, his cock gently throbbing wonderfully in her hole.

Eventually, she rose, shaking and tired, and dismounted her man. She mopped the glistening ejaculate from her thighs and crotch, tossed the towel over her living fuck toy like a strange towel hook, and, swaying, shapely backside bouncing as she walked, left him on the bed, seeking a shower.

Forty minutes after

that,

she emerged, wrapped only in her towel, hair in a knot on her head.

She saw her boyfriend where she'd left him, a bulge still poking up beneath the towel, and, feeling rather generous, smiled and approached him.

Time did not exist in his mind. Words he did not conjure swam slowly through the placid waters of his brain, while images and sensations tingled at the edges, as if desperate to enter but unable to survive in the waters.

Warmth closed over his helmet, slowly descending until the upper third of his cock was inside something blissfully soft. It shifted, and for a moment, a sharp pinch gripped him beneath the helmet, then, the warm mass was back, and, accompanied by a rougher, rubbing shape, it began to bob. Still as aroused as he had been nearly an hour ago, obediently waiting for further orders, it took only a few quick pumps to bring him back to the edge, and there he stayed as she applied her mouth to him, sucking, slurping and stroking him with her face, one hand gripping his shaft. When at last she removed herself long enough to order him again, he suddenly found himself climbing again, orgasm not only ready, but only a pump away. Time seemed to have resumed, and with it came his ejaculation.

She'd never been a swallower, but she was feeling generous, so the gorgeous blonde woman drove her face down as she felt the cock in her hand thicken and begin to pump, adjusting her mouth so that she could stroke and suck with her lips while collecting his semen like a reservoir around it. Ejaculate leaked past her lips, running slowly down his erect shaft, but it only helped to lubricate her movements, until she was rubbing him with his own cum, milking the semen from his balls.

When at last he was finished, she freed his head with a pop, a thick collection of sticky semen falling instantly from her mouth, rolling down his cock on all sides. Her work done and her generous act complete, she let go of her boyfriend's manhood, stood, and, adjusting her hair towel, went to wash her hands and gargle. When she was done, she ordered the cum-covered boyfriend to shower, and he obeyed, doing his best to contain the running puddle of intermingled feminine and masculine ejaculate coating his crotch at her command.

That evening, she turned over in her bed, feeling her partner's heat beside her. She slipped her hand out under the sheets, finding his naked torso, tracing the shape of his chest, his stomach, his crotch. He wasn't hard, but he quickly stiffened as her hand neared, and though she didn't reward his primal reaction to her ministrations, she smiled all the same.

'You're all so simple, do you know that?' She whispered softly. 'Men... Even women. All of us... We're just animals, driven by sex and food and pain... Manipulating you is like changing clothes. This...' Her fingertips slithered to his penis, tenderly touching his shaft, index finger tapping the sensitive bundle of nerves at the upper edge of his underside, just beneath his opening. 'This is all you need to control. It's your key... Your trigger... Your true weakness...' Tenderly, almost unconsciously, she ran her fingers along his curving underside, stimulating him. 'Such simple creatures.'

She kissed the cheek that lay before her, her hand slipping away from his cock. It rose, curved around his torso, and settled into place there, palm just beneath his armpit. Her knee rose, sliding over his leg, kneecap halting a milimetre beneath the base of his still-hard cock.

'Go to sleep, toy.' She said softly.

'I love you, baby.' Her boyfriend said, stroking her back with the arm she was laying on. She sidled a little closer, bare tits parted by his body.

'I know.' She whispered.

THE END