Control



As he lay there with his head on her shoulder, her arm around him, his 
thighs and his dick pressing against her muscular thigh, she thought 
about how something had been different.  Yes, he had been as helpless as 
the rest as she had taken him again and again.  But she never saw the 
fear in his eyes she had seen in so many others.  She never heard the 
begging she had heard from so many others.  True, she had not punished 
this one physically the way she had so many of the others, but he had 
never been the over aggressive fool that they had.   

Then there were the eyes.  No matter how many times she took him, there 
was only the most intense passion, the most intense desire in those 
eyes.  And the soft, gentle moans, that only got more sensual, more 
seductive, the more she fucked him.  Long after most men would have 
passed out, this, sweet, gentle creature was still passionately 
surrendering to her magnificient, powerful, body in a way that only 
aroused her more and more.  Now after hours of tantalizing orgasms as 
his body melted into her body, surrendered to her body  in a way she had 
never felt before, she lay there holding him in her arms. 

At that moment, he wanted only to lay in her arms, only to be near to 
her.  He had never been fucked the way she had fucked him.  He had never 
felt the way he felt now, and he just wanted to lay there with her.  But 
her scent made his head spin with passion.  And the overwhelming 
combination of her soft, satiny skin, stretched over her dense, massive, 
powerful muscles, sent tingling sensations running through his body 
wherever his skin touched hers.  And there, right before his eyes, close 
enough to kiss, were those magnificient, perfect, breasts. 

He could not stop his hips from starting to move, he could not stop his 
fingers from starting to play lightly over her body, he could not stop 
his lips from gently, sweetly, kissing her sweet, lovely breast.  She 
could only think to herself how amazed she was that he could still move 
after all the times she had just taken him.  Besides, the gentle touch, 
the soft kisses, they felt good on her body.  She would enjoy it for 
now. 

Then he got up and straddled her waist, still teasing her breasts with 
fingertips and lips, gently moving his lips and his tongue from one 
firm, sensual breast to the other.  Not to arouse, but to worship, to 
bring pleasure.  She could see that in his eyes, and that realization in 
itself stirred an arousal deep in her body like she had never felt 
before.  Warm, growing with each kiss, each tantalizing touch. 

Now he moves between those satiny thighs.  His finger tips moving over 
her belly and her thighs... and her pussy while his lips gently kissed 
those rippling abs.  She could feel she was wetter than she had ever 
been before and she was not sure why.  He is so quiet, so tender, so 
gentle.  Is that what has her pussy purring?  Now those fingers are more 
focused on her sex.  One, no two fingers gently, slowly working their 
way between those soft, lips.  Gradually, patiently, deeper and deeper.  
Her hips start to gently move and her gentle moans start to echo his.  
She is thinking that maybe she will give him just a little squeeze with 
those awesome thighs, just to remind him who is in control.  Hmmmmmm.  

OHHHH!  she screams as suddenly her whole body jerks like it has been 
shocked with a thousand volts of electricity as the most overwhelming 
orgasm she has ever felt rockets through her.  What did he do?  She 
starts to close those deadly thighs again.  OHHHHHH!  Again her body 
jerks violently through another orgasm.  She shouts, "What are you doing 
to me?"  OHHHHHH!  Again those massive, powerful muscles are paralyzed 
by another convulsive orgasm.  And then another.  And another.  That 
magnificient body had never felt like this before, never refused to 
respond to her commands before.  Again and again.  Now those fantastic 
muscular limbs lay limp as her body trembles through yet another orgasm. 

Now she feels the head pressing against her soft swollen lips.  As he 
slowly slips his dick into her, she thinks it is so hot, so hard, and 
why is he teasing, why is he just holding it there?  Then as her pussy 
starts to spasm, and convulse she realizes that it is moving ever so 
slightly, steady, irresistably, tantalizingly.  Now there is no 
interruption, no break.  As that hard, hot dick eases gently into her, 
she can't stop cumming.  Continuous, unceasing, overpowering, orgasm 
after orgasm leaving that beautiful, powerful body limp and helpless.  
As finally she has it all, he looks down at her trembling, quivering, 
shuddering body, and overwhelmed by her passion he lays on her chest, 
his dick still deep within her, still hot and hard and trembling in its 
own right.  His arms around her neck he holds on as that muscular body 
continues to rock and shudder through orgasm after orgasm until he 
shudders and trembles through his owned excruciating orgasm and his 
dick, enslaved by her pussy, finally starts to relax.  As they lay there 
with him still on her chest, she regains control of her body.   She 
lifts his head and looks into his eyes, he whispers I only wanted to 
make you feel as good as you make me feel.  The look in his eyes, the 
gentle sound of his moans, the feel of his body against hers, and the 
tear rolling down his cheek told her what he said was true.  Told her 
the love in his eyes was real. 

She wraps those powerful arms around him and slips her tongue between 
his lips and crushes him with a long, deep, passionate kiss.  The longer 
she holds the kiss the harder he gets and soon they are trembling and 
shuddering through another long, continuous wave of orgasms.  The harder 
she kisses, the harder he gets and the harder she squeezes him.  She is 
afraid she will hurt him but she can't stop.  There are no screams of 
pain, just sensual, passionate moans as his body trembles through their 
mutual orgasms.  After all, he just wanted to be close to her.