From her observations of herself to this point, there were two new developments, which she believed were clear enough and important enough to pay particular attention to. There might be more available, but her ability to think logically and to assess herself in a detached manner was deteriorating rapidly; in fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if her first climax came before she got his cock all the way in.

 

The first development she observed was that her growing connection of intimacy with Cole was literally changing her body’s chemistry. The feeling of his hands on her thighs was not arousing her at expected levels. In fact, the result was far beyond simple arousal -- it was an excruciating aphrodisiac, which she had no words for and no previous experience to compare – and it was growing. She was certain of it. She felt much more aware of him now than she did only a short time ago. 

 

The second development, she observed, suggested that her rising level of intimacy was more or less controlled by his cock. The deeper she managed to work him in, the more rewarding it was on every level of her awareness – mental and spiritual included. Thus, his cock was also the true controlling aspect of the physical responses expected from her erogenous zones, as described before.

 

She nearly laughed when the idea crossed her mind that Cole’s cock was therefore a possible tool for humans to achieve enlightenment.

 

“It’s a fucking god,” she groaned through gritted teeth as she exerted more effort into her ass, hip, and thigh rotations, drilling his cock harder into her depths, resulting in an amazingly electric and galvanizing degree of global arousal. “Fuck, I love your cock, Cole! Shit!”

 

While it wasn’t a true development, she noticed something else with growing concern, a concern that was developing into alarm. She observed that the aches and agonies, the rushes of pleasure and other emotionally charged events resulting from her fierce efforts to grind his cock in were on display. They were being communicated physically without her design or consent. As these stimulating events occurred, such as the growing ache in her pussy to get him inside, they were reflected instantly by a physical display of body language, communicating the occurrence of these events.

 

For example, she may feel a rush of pleasure and sway with it, or suddenly convulse unexpectedly because of an agony in her clitoris; her abs rolled and her hips twisted reflexively when other events occurred. A swooning wave of bliss may make her hands into claws or alter the rhythmic gyrations of her hips. She watched with dismay, several times, as her hand shot to her nipple and pulled, reflexively creating a counter stimulation to the one threatening her.

 

The result of these sexually charged actions was a charismatic, primal, and savagely erotic dance she apparently had no control over. While this was very disturbing and certainly not expected after years of experience, meditation, and training to ensure this exact phenomena did not happen, another observation was slightly more alarming at the present time.

 

Cole was watching her – watching what amounted to an X-rated interpretative dance – with tremendous focus and reading her body language with increasing interest. Through their connection, she could she knew she was driving Cole wild with these sexually charged sways and moans and nipple pulling. In fact, his growing urge to take her down and fuck the shit out of her was reaching a critical state. She could feel his urgency, as if it were inside of herself.

 

She did not want to tease him like this, not right now, but how could she stop what was reflexive and wholly out of her control?  “Please wait Cole, please,” she begged, her voice deep and husky, filled with erotic stirrings. It was the wrong voice to use. Her voice in that state was only going to invigorate the provocations her dance-of-cock displayed.

 

Cole’s hands squeezed her thighs as he arched his neck, as if fighting to control himself under extreme duress. Her thighs and eyes were suddenly feasting on powerful stimuli, blasting her insides with waves of lust and desire. Her hips suddenly rolled a little higher and then ground down with a little more twist, as a result while choreographing these actions with a deep moan of lust and crazed yearning.

 

The visual stimulation of seeing a man as powerful as Cole displaying unbearable desire for her brought her knuckle to her mouth where she bit down while her other hand combed provocatively through her hair – all before she realized what she was doing. With the realization, her mind created an image of her current, sexually charged posture. “Ah shit, Cole. I’m sorry!” she moaned pulling her hands down and gripping his. 

 

“You are driving me fucking insane!” Cole told her and his voice was so desperate, and close to unhinged, that it flipped all of the passion switches in her brain, to green-light-on.

 

“Please Cole, please. I’m almost there. You’re so fucking big and so fucking hard! Shit, baby!” she groaned with a voice dripping with lust while a voice in her head told her to shut the fuck up, because she was making it worse.

 

The experience of fucking such a cock had become categorically new, she decided. The effects, it seemed, were far reaching and could even be global. She was now unable to control the sound of her voice or the music of her moans, which was a skill she took pride in. Her throat was set at full stimulation and the off switch was broken.

 

Her erogenous zones lit her up in unpredictable ways, resulting in uncontrollable physical displays of lust and allure, resulting in uncontrollable excitations of Cole’s reaction. Never, not once in three years, had control during sex been rendered so critically inept. 

 

Her empathy levels were off the chart -- she could feel exactly what her gyrations and actions were doing to Cole. She knew what aroused him, how much, and she had a clearer estimation of just how far he was from breaking. But her empathy, which she worked on nearly every day to cultivate its use and strength, was laughably useless, because she couldn’t control the dance! She had no control at all over how desirable she was or what primal signals she was giving off.

 

Her pussy was throbbing with need and anticipation. She wanted to be fucked. Hard. She wanted to be taken like a woman, not a call girl. Her abs begged to work him, as well, but she managed to hold them back. Any further stimulation and they were both lost at this point. The first task was to get him inside of her and then she could bring him to riot.

 

After that, she had no plan. She had no control and no skills that didn’t require control. So, she accepted the fact that she would just go wherever his animal wanted to run.

 

With all the newness and everything going on inside of her, it felt like it took over an hour to work him into her completely. In reality, it was probably seven or eight minutes.

As soon as she could comfortably take him in this position, she began to fuck him with strong strokes of her thighs and curls of her hips. She ground her clit into base of his cock. She worked her pussy up and down his shaft with growing speed until she felt from him that she was simulating him just right.

 

She let go of the restraint that she held her abdominal muscles with, turning them loose to do as they willed, which felt like she was setting the dogs on him. Groans escaped her lips, which were unrehearsed and unprepared. They probably weren’t even on key. You can't orgasm in C? Really? What kind of call girl are you?

 

The level of lust in his eyes for her was now close to being violent. She definitely would have quailed, screamed, and ran from the room if her connection to him hadn’t assured her that he intended no harm.

 

Her body’s enthusiasm for the worship of his cock rose to bizarre realms and her dance-of-cock became a wanton display of intense lust, which nearly matched the blaze in Cole’s eyes. The room filled with moans of raw craving. Cole's pleasure was now singing, as well, and his control was disintegrating.

 

She could feel the destruction of his holds, when they trembled his hips and produced awesome displays of energy and power by rippling his abdominal muscles. Watching his abs while feeling his restraint crumbling apart, knowing at this point she wouldn’t stop enthralling him if she could – the thrill was just too delicious – brought to life her first climax.

 

The currents of the orgasm rushed through her with total abandonment, adding volume and greater urgency to her outcries, and a feeling of lewdness into the rotation of her hips. The small orgasm, promising to produce powerful results, was instantly in control. She fell forward, humping him like an animal while clawing at his chest. Her eyes were fixed on his flexing, pulsing abs, which fed into the growing orgasm like gasoline on a match flame. Then her abs, and pussy muscles began to work him, as well.

 

Cole's hands on her thighs turned into to grips of steel. His thick, hard fingers dug into her flesh as she rocked and rolled her ass on his thighs, assaulting his cock with perverse madness. Her hair flew wildly around them as she tossed her head erratically, wildly desperate to regain some form of control before her orgasm surfaced. She no longer had any connected thoughts. All of her knowledge was useless now. Her throat growled, joining the growls of Cole’s desperate efforts.