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Compulsion

By: Czar96



Amanda lives in a quiet suburban street in a good area, has two grown children who have moved out and are establishing their own lives, has a loving husband with a secure job who has advanced in the company he works for, and she works full time in a government job.

She and her husband Ben have a good strong relationship and enjoy each other's company a great deal, even after twenty three years of marriage. Ben's sexual interest in Amanda however had waned over a period of eighteen months or so, due largely to his promotion within his company which required him to work longer hours, resulting in him getting home late at night and leaving him tired, but he was always loving and affectionate. 

Additionally, his job involved traveling interstate at least twice a month for a couple of nights each time, and sometimes longer, occasionally requiring him to be away over the weekend. These were the times Amanda missed him most. They were also the times where she had little to do.

Amanda for her part felt less desire for Ben sexually, as much as she still loved him dearly and could not imagine life without him, but she found she was fantasizing about various scenarios that over a period of many months had increased in frequency and had become increasingly debased. Over the years she had had the usual fantasies of sex with men other than her husband, occasionally of women and once or twice even group sex. Never had she had any real desire for bondage and domination. But lately the idea had invaded her thoughts more and more, to the point of distraction; she found herself thinking depraved thoughts during the day while sitting at her desk at work.

One trip while Ben was away she was on the computer at home, emailing some friends overseas. It was a Saturday night and she had nothing to do so when she finished emailing she casually started browsing the internet, not really looking for anything when she suddenly decided to do a search for bondage. This led to an incredible amount of websites. She opened a few sites to have a look and found so many photos of women in all sorts of bondage situations and positions, many tied in ways she had never imagined possible. Her mind raced with fantasies of being the women in the photos, tied, forced onto her knees, forced to do things to strangers, having strangers do things to her. She moved from one site to the next, spending hours looking at pornography, something she had never had an interest in and now it had her total attention. Almost without her realizing it her hand had slipped between her legs, sliding under the hem of her dress, caressing her thigh on its way to the junction between her legs. Rubbing her crutch through her panties Amanda was surprised to find them already wet. Her immediate thought was she had lost control of her bladder, but she quickly realized she was so excited and couldn't remember the last time she had been this way.

She got up and checked the house, ensuring it was securely locked and that she had total privacy. She poured herself a wine before returning to the study. She went back to web browsing while she continued to lightly rub herself. Her hand would trail lightly down her thighs and back again as she teased herself. Once or twice she looked around guiltily to ensure nobody had entered the room while she had been memorized by the images on the screen, even though she knew she was alone in her locked house. She finished her wine and poured herself a second, quickly returning to her computer. At one point while looking at a woman tied and suspended by ropes who was having her nipples tortured by another woman, she undid her top, freed her breasts from her bra and played with her own nipples, squeezing and pulling on them and she found herself unable to stop her other hand from finding its way inside the band of her knickers. Already very wet, she pulled her briefs aside and played with herself until she climaxed. It was not enough. She finished her wine and started on a third. She continued to look at more and more photos finding it was the pictures of women being dominated and used that especially turned her on. She started saving some of the images to her computer, keeping the ones that she found had the most effect on her. 

It was the early hours of Sunday morning before Amanda dragged herself away from the computer and took herself off to bed, a little tipsy. She had finished a bottle of wine by herself and now lying in bed she tossed and turned, unable to rid herself of the images of women tied and being taken. She rolled on her stomach and raised her arse into the air, fingering herself once more as she imagined a complete stranger dragging her hips into the air as he thrust himself inside her pussy. Her body told her she needed something inside her to take away the urge. She got up and searched for the vibrator she had in the bottom of her draw, unused now for so long she was unsure if the batteries would still be usable. She didn't care; she just needed to feel her pussy filled with something. To her surprise it buzzed to life immediately and she quickly slipped it inside herself as she lay on her back, her legs spread wide and inviting to the artificial cock. With one hand she teased and fucked herself with the vibrator, slipping it between her pussy lips just a little, and then a little further, but before long she was thrusting in and out of herself, while with the other she pulled and twisted a nipple until she was unable to inflict any more pain on herself. She cried out in the night as she brought on her own orgasm, panting and crying with her release. Afterward she was exhausted and fell quickly into a deep sleep.

In the morning when she awoke she was ashamed of herself for her foolish behaviour the previous night and resolved to delete the photos she'd saved on the computer and to push these silly fantasies out of her mine. She showered, but took longer than she normally did, enjoying the cascade of water over her as she stood there slowly soaping herself and washing her hair. She dried herself and dressed, her eyes lingering on a pair of sexy lace panties before she chose a plain cotton pair. She had a light breakfast and made herself a cup of coffee, taking it with her into the study. She sat down at the computer with the intention of deleting all the pornography she had saved, but when she opened the folder to do so she was immediately intrigued once again. She could feel herself becoming excited all over again just by looking at the images. 

'What is wrong with me?' she wondered. 'I have never had an interest in this sort of thing before, not pornography, not bondage and have not thought of myself in submissive situations like these. It has only been a few months since I started thinking of being tied up and now I am unable to force the idea from my mind.'

Amanda forced herself to get up and leave the study, but she left the photos undeleted. She did however move them to a thumb drive to keep Ben from inadvertently finding them. That wouldn't do at all.

Ben returned home the next day and it would be three weeks before he again had to leave for another trip. This time he would be away three days, so Amanda had two nights at home by herself again. At least this time it was during the week and she had work during the day.

The first night she was again emailing friends when she was informed of another friend who had met someone on-line in a chat room and had subsequently arranged to meet him in person, and they were now engaged. Her email friend told her how dangerous she thought this was to do. When Amanda had finished sending her emails she went to the website her friend had mentioned to have a look out of curiosity. Never having been in a chat room before she found it all a little fast and confusing, people talking to other people by writing to them, sending and receiving replies instantly, a dozen different people all going at the same time writing over the top of each other. It was very difficult for her to follow any one conversation. She spent about twenty minutes or so just watching the flow of conversations and was about to exit when something caught her eye. Someone had been flirting with someone else and had invited them to a 'private' room. It sounded intriguing so Amanda stayed on-line for a little longer to investigate these 'chat rooms' further. Over the next couple of months Amanda became used to the flow of the chat rooms and had gone to several others, eventually finding 'Adults only' chat sites. She created an on-line name for herself, 'Innocent Princess', and used it to talk with people.

She started talking to a man who was in his late fifties. He flirted with her over a period of a couple of weeks and eventually they agreed to meet in a private chat room. His name was Chris. He got her to describer herself and Amanda gave him her statistics, telling him she was in her early forties, five foot two inches tall, medium build with curves and largish breasts. She told him she has brown eyes and auburn hair, and would like to lose about 5kgs.

For his part Chris described himself as six foot tall, slim to medium build, blue eyes, and he shocked Amanda by telling her his cock was 7 ½ inches long, circumcised but more slim rather than thick. Over the next few weeks the two conversed every time Ben went away or when he was working late. As they continued to talk their conversations became more and more erotic. Amanda told Chris she was married and had no interest in leaving her husband. Chris for his part told her he was very happy with this as he had no interest in developing an intimate relationship or a full time one, but only one of friendship and sex if that is what she would like. He was offering her the chance of an affair without any emotional involvement. Amanda said she would have to think about it for some time as she had never been unfaithful to her husband before. Over the continuing weeks they talked and emailed each other every other day and Chris continued their erotic conversations. 

Eventually Amanda agreed to meet Chris, just for coffee. They decided, in the end, to meet instead over a glass of wine at a tavern one evening while Ben was away. When they met Amanda was wearing flattering clothes, a skirt and top that revealed her figure and showed the shape of her breasts, her lacy bra visible through the material. She and Chris kissed on the cheek in greeting and immediately felt chemistry between them, the air charged with erotic tension. They talked for some time, one drink leading to two and Amanda enjoyed Chris flirting with her. While sitting at the table Amanda felt Chris's leg pressed against her own and she did not move away. When they left they kissed, not on the cheek, but with lips meeting lips, just briefly. Chris took her hand and brushed his thumb across the back it in an intimate gesture.

On arriving home Amanda pondered her decision before she emailed Chris, telling him she would agree to meet him for sex. She also told Chris it would only be a one off encounter. She had no intention of becoming involved in a long affair. Chris accepted this. They both agreed they should wait until Ben was to be away again and she should come to his house one evening.

Amanda waited with impatience for Ben to travel away again, the days turning into a week and then two and then three, dragging by before their opportunity came. With nervousness and anticipation she dressed in stylish but sexy clothes, wearing an erotic underwear set, mauve sexy lace panties that were see-through at the back, with a matching lacy bra.

She arrived at Chris's house at about 8pm and knocked on the door. Chris opened the door, smiling in welcome as he invited her inside. The air was charged with electricity as they briefly kissed, a kiss that turned into a passionate one, lasting for what seemed an age. Amanda was left breathless and wanting more. She had not expected to feel such a burning need, a need that told her to embrace this encounter and enjoy it. The weeks and months of building up to this had left Amanda highly aroused with a lust that she needed to fulfill. She felt like a bitch on heat as they continued to play with each other.

Chris for his part wanted Amanda with a burning desire. He has been fantasizing about her from the start of their on-line conversations and since meeting her he knew he just had to have her in his bed. As far as Amanda's idea of it only being a once off encounter, while he may have agreed with her to encourage her to go through with it, he had every intention of having her again and again for as long as he desired her and could manipulate her into it.

When they finally broke from their kiss, Chris turned out the lights, and grabbing Amanda by the hand, led her straight to his bedroom. On entering, she found subdued lighting, the room lit by a dozen candles. However there was nothing subdued about the way they tore each other's clothes off. Chris lay a willing and naked Amanda across his large bed and climbed onto it next to her. He kissed her again and again, nuzzling her neck, kissing her shoulders, telling her how beautiful he thought she was, keeping his patience in check, before he began exploring her body. He kissed and trailed his tongue down her neck, across her breasts, finding her nipples erect and he circled them teasingly, before moving down to her stomach, still further down to her mound, bypassing her wanton pussy, kissing his way down first one thigh before moving back up the other. 

Amanda, initially, was somewhat shy, as much has she wanted this to happen, as much as she wanted Chris to take her and take her quickly, but it was also the first time she had been with another man for more than twenty years and she felt awkward, and was worried that her body would not please him. As Chris made his way back up her body, she caught sight of his erection and knew, at least in some way that she must appeal to him.

As Chris lay on top of her, she parted her legs almost without realizing it. Chris raised himself up, using his arms to support his weight as he looked down into Amanda's face, thinking to himself how lucky he was to have such a woman in his bed.

Amanda is not beautiful in the classic sense, but she is pretty, especially for a woman in her forties, looking much younger than her years, often having been mistaken for being in her early to mid thirties. Her auburn hair sits just on her shoulders, her figure is as she described herself, being curvaceous, requiring her to wear a D cup bra. Her breasts are crowned by largish nipples that love to be teased and sucked and pulled. From her breasts, her waist curves in, only to flair out again at her hips, giving her an hour glass figure. Her arse is not small, but neither is it abundant and has often been admired by many men as she has walked past, with them fantasizing about what she would be like to have sex with.

Chris's hard cock was just at the entrance to an open and inviting pussy, and as he let his weight sink it into her, he felt her arms wrap around him and pull him in further. Every nerve ending of his body was urging him to bury himself in her to the hilt, but still he held back. He wanted Amanda to want him so badly that she would practically beg him to fuck her. He felt still more urgency from her as she tried to pull him in, her legs opening wider, her heels on his buttocks adding to the pressure. 

Unable to hold out, Chris let his cock slide into her wetness, and indeed how wet she was! There would be no need for lubricant tonight. 

Chris's hardness hit the back of her cunt as he began long rhythmic strokes, and he had barely begun when he felt her tense and cry out.

'Don't move! Don't move!' she begged.

Caught off guard, at first Chris thought he had hurt her in some way, but looking into her face he realized Amanda had just had the first orgasm of many that were to overtake her that night, and he gazed at her in the candle light, wondering again at his luck to have such a delectable woman make love to him.

Their long night together left Amanda tired and a little sore and very happy, purring like a kitten. Chris had been everything she had hoped for in a lover, being considerate, passionate, inventive and exciting. She left late into the night after hours of sex. Each time she came Chris allowed her to come back to earth before taking her to new heights of passion once again.

The next day Amanda began to have feelings of guilt while at the same time admitted to herself she had enjoyed herself beyond her own unrealistic expectations. She also knew deep down that she would go back a second time.

They emailed each other almost daily, being careful to keep their secret. Chris thought he would have to work hard to entice Amanda to come back for a second encounter, given her determination to keep their encounter a one off event, but was pleasantly surprised when she readily agreed to another round of passion the next time Ben was away.

The second encounter was equally as good as the first. At one stage during their 'play' Amanda top rode Chris, sitting on his cock and leaning over him, her breasts hanging above him allowing him to play with her freely. He cupped her tits in his hands manipulating her nipples until she was moaning continuously, without even realizing it. Chris grabbed her hips, grinding her down onto his erection while it was buried in her. He grasped her buttocks pulling them apart, exposing her arse should anyone have been there. As Amanda approached orgasm he asked her, 'You'd like someone else behind you right now, wouldn't you? You'd like someone else to slide their cock in you arse while you sit on me wouldn't you? Tell me!'

'Please don't do this,' she cried, 'Don't make me say things like that!'

'But you would, wouldn't you? Just tell me! You'd like to be taken by another man while I'm buried inside you, to be used like a slut! Wouldn't you?!!!'

'Yes! Yes, I would,' she cried out, climaxing, covering Chris in her juices as she tipped over the edge of her orgasm.

Amanda did notice that Chris seemed to be more forceful and controlling this time. At one point he grabbed Amanda by a handful of her hair as he mounted her from behind, talking dirty to her and this was something entirely new to Amanda, however this only heightened the experience for her, her next orgasm more explosive than previous ones that night. This also did not go unnoticed by Chris.

Once again they continued to email each other. Chris encouraged Amanda to reveal to him her wildest fantasies, and while at first Amanda was reluctant, with continued encouragement she slowly gave Chris the details of her fantasies of bondage and submission. She fully expected Chris to be disgusted, however he only encouraged her to tell him more and in greater detail. Eventually they agreed to satisfy Amanda's desire to be dominated and tied and used. Details were arranged with Chris taking on a dominant role in their emails. He described for Amanda what she was required to do before he would entertain her once more.

In one of her emails to Chris, Amanda wrote in part...... 'I would like to thank you in advance for accepting my limitations, in that when we 'play' I have always been able to leave without any marks to show, and that I know I am able to leave without worry of discovery. I would like to set some safe words for our next encounter we are planning so that there are no misunderstandings of our limits.

If I say 'Red light' it means I want you to stop whatever you are doing and release me. 

If I am unsure about continuing or you are unsure if I wish to continue you can ask me and I will say 'Amber light' if this is the case. It doesn't mean we have to stop altogether, just re-assess what we are doing at that moment.

If I say 'Green light' it means I am happy for you to continue. I hope you are happy to agree with this. I just see it as a safe way of ensuring we are both happy with limits. So far I have not had any issues with anything we have done together and I thank you for your consideration. Also the fact that whatever we do is kept only between us makes my coming to see you possible and something I must admit I look forward to more than I should.'


Compulsion



In his email to Amanda, Chris outlined the items she would need to purchase and bring with her as a display of her submission. He told her where she could purchase them and Amanda agree, purchasing them on-line from the website Chris had told her to go to, and she ordered exactly what she would need. Chris had told her the website was secure and discrete and would show up as an innocent purchase of clothing on her bank statement. It did not occur to Amanda to wonder how Chris would know this.

Amanda approached Chris's front door and she rang the bell. The door opened; Chris was standing out of sight behind it as she walked through. He closed the door and made a show of locking the door behind her as she entered, this action in itself signifying that things would be somewhat different to her last visits. She immediately felt the change, understanding she was now under his control. This is what she agreed to in her email to him. He grasped her by her forearm and led her into his lounge room without saying a word. A coffee table was sitting in the middle of the room, and on a large screen TV to the side a porno movie was playing showing a woman on her hands and knees with her legs spread, being fucked from behind, and Amanda glanced at it knowing this could be become her fate before the night is over.

With her Amanda had brought a bag which she placed on the coffee table and Chris took it and looked inside to find the items he had instructed her to purchase and bring with her. Leather cuffs for her ankles and wrists, a leather collar and chain dog leash, a ball gag, and a blind fold.

A slight smile appeared on his face and he looked at her before ordering her to 'Strip'. One simple word, but a command full of meaning. If Amanda followed his order she knew she would be one step closer to surrendering herself to him for the night. As always she was nervous and apprehensive, only more so this night knowing what might transpire. She hesitated only for a brief moment before complying, removing first her blouse, then her skirt with the split up the side, her shoes, followed by her lacy bra.

Amanda was left standing in front of Chris wearing only a pair of crutchless lace panties, as he had ordered her to wear. Her breasts were bare, her nipples already hard and erect showing her nervousness and excitement. Her pussy was also bare but for a small tuft of auburn hair on her mound; she is a natural red head. 

This too was as Chris had ordered her to prepare herself. Amanda could see him appraising her, looking her up and down, looking at her breasts and her pussy which was clearly visible in her apparel and Amanda felt humiliated to be wearing crutchless panties in front of another person, all the more because she had shaved herself. She would not even wear crutchless panties for her husband. 

Amanda was aware that it was on Chris's orders but she was ashamed nevertheless, even as she realized this may have been part of his intention. However it also excited her.

'On your knees slave,' Chris ordered her. 'Before I am through with you tonight you will be begging me to fuck you. In fact you will beg me to defile you in more ways than one.' 

Slave! Yes, Amanda realized, that is what she would be here tonight, his sex slave. This too was agreed to before hand. Would Amanda beg him to do things to her? Yes, she knew if he touched her and tantalized her in just the right way as he has done on previous occasions she would beg him to do things to her she would never even dream of asking anyone to do to her. Although this night would be different to any other meeting, this night she had agreed to submit to him completely. Until she met this man she would never have contemplated begging anyone for sex, but he had mesmerized her from their first contact and had a way of making her want to please him, and also herself. 

Submissively Amanda sinks to her knees in front of him and watches as he removes his clothes, tossing them aside. They were now both naked as he stepped forward and his crotch was mere inches from her face, his hardening cock obvious to her. Amanda could not help but look at his shaven cock and balls and admire them anew. As much as she loathed the desires that have brought her here and driven her to submit to him, Amanda had to admit she craved it equally as much and had a need inside her that she must fulfill, must now satisfy at any cost.

His cock was now within reach of her mouth and Amanda opened it preparing to taste him.

'I have not given you permission to touch my cock with your mouth yet. Remember you are MY slut and may only do as I bid when I bid it.'

Chastised and stung by being called a slut, Amanda hung her head in humiliation and shame and waited on her knees for his next command. Amanda watched as he turned away and reached into her bag. He removed the collar and secured it around her neck. Next he removed the chain dog leash and attached it to the collar. 'This should remind you you are my slave.' He tugged on the leash and ordered her to stand. He removed the leather cuffs from the bag and handed them to her. 'Put these on and be quick,' he instructed her.

Amanda did as she was ordered, placing one on each ankle and wrist then stood before him awaiting his next orders. He took a spring loaded 'dog clip' from the bag and with her hands behind her he secured her hands together. Amanda was now collared and cuffed, hands tied behind her and on a dog leash, naked but for the crutchless lace panties. He moved behind her and Amanda felt his hand caress her panty covered arse and she was enjoying the feel of his touch before he gave her a slap on one of her buttocks. Amanda gasped, not expecting it. He stepped in front of her, still holding the leash and rubbed her bare pussy through the gap in her panties as he looked her in the eyes. She looked down submissively as he continued to rub her and soon her breathing began to increase and she wanted him to continue, but he pulled down on the leash and without words forced her to her knees once more. 

'Suck me and lick my balls,' he commanded. 

Amanda complied as best as she can using only her mouth to pleasure him. He used her thus for a couple of minutes, sometimes rocking back and forth 'face fucking' her, sometimes letting her do the work. He tugged on the leash and she realised without being told that she was to stop.

He once more reached into the bag and removed the ball gag, fastening it around her neck with the ball in her mouth. Amanda was now very effectively gagged.

He tugged on the leash and Amanda struggled to stand before he led her to the lounge. He sat on the lounge and using the leash dragged her across his knee. It is with shock and a sense of panic that Amanda realized he was going to spank her arse with her laying across the lounge and draped across his knee face down.

Using one hand to hold her cuffed hands high, forcing her head and shoulders down, he began. First one spank on her panty clad buttock. He did not hit her too hard, but it stung just the same and Amanda cried out, but her cry was muffled by the gag, her head hanging near the floor. He then rubbed the spot where he had hit her and it eased the pain. He repeated his actions on her other cheek, again rubbing it until the pain went away. He did this several more times and Amanda squirmed under his attacks. She was unable to beg him to stop, being gagged. Amanda felt Chris's cock as it pressed into her stomach and his hardness told her how much this excited him, though Amanda was fearful that if he continued to spank her her arse would be red and may bruise leaving marks, but he appeared to be aware of this also and he eventually stopped. He continued to caress her arse, rubbing away the pain and the pain turned into a warm glowing sensation. His hand also stole between her legs and he slipped a finger between the opening of her crutchless panties and inside her, commenting on how wet she was. Amanda was surprised at just how much the spanking had excited her, along with the feeling of total submission as she lay across his knee helpless. 

'Do you understand who is in command here slave?' he demanded of her.

Amanda tried to answer, but all that came out was a grunt. He rolled her onto the floor and ordered her once more onto her knees. He removed the gag and ordered her to service he cock and balls with her tongue as he sat on the lounge. Amanda sucked and licked his cock and balls enjoying the feel of his cock in her mouth, while the whole time he had hold of the leash, letting her know she was under his control. He called her a slut and a little whore as Amanda continued to lick and suck him while on her knees, and while she felt degraded and humiliated, his insults only served to increase her lust, for this was how she felt right now, like a slutty little whore. That, after all, was why she had come here tonight to play this out. Amanda continued to pleasure him for some minutes while he watched the porno movie playing on the TV, and Chris enjoyed the control he had over her, a beautiful married woman, another man's wife, nearly naked, on her knees, pleasuring his cock and balls.

Amanda ran her tongue up and down the full length of the underside of Chris's erect cock, teasing the glands under the head of his penis, and then ran her tongue around the head before taking it into her mouth. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered her mouth down on to him, sliding the whole thing into her, taking the full length in one go. She felt herself about to gag as his cock touched the back of her throat, but she wanted to impress Chris, she wanted Chris to really enjoy what she was doing to him, so she fought against the urge to gag and pulled back just enough. Holding his cock in her mouth she ran her tongue around it, teasing it some more. When she heard Chris moan with pleasure she felt proud of herself for being able to please him. She continued to pleasure him by bobbing her mouth up and down on him, sometimes sliding his cock almost all the way out before plunging in back into her mouth and taking it to the hilt. His pubic hair tickled her nose as she was held there by his hand on the back of her head, and she gently sucked on him. Finally he released her and she withdrew him from her mouth only to suckle the underside with her lips. Moving down his length she kissed his hardness until reaching his balls. There she took first one in her mouth and rolled it around before taking the other and doing the same to it. She continued this for a couple of minutes before starting on his cock again, once again taking it in her mouth.

Chris had long ago forgotten the movie and had been watching Amanda through half closed eyes as she knelt naked but for her panties, on her knees between his spread legs, enjoying the ministrations of her talented mouth.

After some time he reluctantly ordered her to stand and once she had done so he slid her panties down and removed them from her, leaving her naked except for her bindings. He ordered her to spread her legs wide, which she did, and he then softly, teasingly, played with her and Amanda moaned out loud. His hands ran up to her breasts and he stood in front of her cupping them in his hands, caressing them before he grabbed her nipples and rolled them between thumb and forefinger and 'tortured' her nipples, squeezing them, pinching them, lifting her breasts by them, exciting Amanda as nipple play always did, causing her to go weak at the knees. He stopped momentarily and moved to retrieve a 'toy' of his own, hidden out of sight. He revealed a leg spreader which he quickly fastened to the leather cuffs on her ankles, the cuffs he had ordered Amanda to supply. It wasn't that Chris didn't have his own collars and cuffs that he could have used on her. He had ordered Amanda to buy them as a show of his dominance over her, and to see the level of her desire and commitment to being used.

Once again a feeling of complete submission overcame her as she stood before him naked, her hands secured behind her, collared and cuffed with her legs spread wide apart, her sex on full display for him. Once again, Chris fitted the ball gag in her mouth. 

It suddenly occurred to Amanda just how much she had put herself at risk. Nobody knew she was there. There would be no way for anyone to find her. She had been careful and deleted all her emails as she had read them, ensuring she was not caught cheating on her husband. Would this be her undoing? Had she gone too far? She realized that even if she could beg Chris to release her there would be nothing she could do to help herself in her current predicament. She couldn't even call 'Red light' with the gag in place. Amanda felt a sense of panic rising in her, her eyes wide with fright. 

Chris began playing with her again, sliding his fingers in and out of her spread moist cunt, using her for his pleasure and at the same time exciting her, and her fears slowly faded away to be replaced with a tingling sense of excitement. This was exactly why she had come here, to be completely at his mercy and have him use her as he saw fit. 

Chris continued to build on her already high levels of lust as he lightly stroked her outer and inner labia with one hand while caressing her naked arse with his other. He continued his ministrations, slowly driving her mad with lust causing her to moan again, and she pleaded through the gag for him not to stop. Amanda felt his finger gently probing her anus, not entering her yet but teasing her and she continued to moan. On the one hand she wanted him to stop touching her there, to stop before he invaded her vulnerable arse; on the other hand it felt so incredibly undeniably good that she wanted to impale herself on his probing digit. He gently stoked her arse telling her she was his sex slave, and at this point Amanda knew it was true; she would willingly do anything to have him continue. If this did continue it would not be very long before he was proved right and Amanda started begging him for things other than a little light bondage and sex.

Without warning he stopped and Amanda struggled with herself not to plead with him to go on with what he was doing. He once again surprised Amanda by revealing another toy, this time a flogger, a whip of sorts with many many thin strands of soft rubber. It was not something Amanda has seen before and she was frightened anew. It hadn't occurred to her that by being gagged she would not be able to tell Chris she did not want him to do something, and this was definitely something she did not want him to do to her. She began moaning urgently through her gag as Chris walked behind her, trailing the tendrils down across her shoulder blades causing a shiver to run down her spine. She shook her head from side to side pleading through the gag for him not to do this, her eyes wide with fright!

As the first lash landed across her shoulders she yelped through the gag before she realised it hadn't really hurt. She was somewhat surprised that it didn't hurt anywhere as much as she had expected, hardly at all in fact. It surprised her so much that she stopped moaning and she stopped shaking her head. The next lash was equally as mild and in fact it sort of tingled. The next one was across her buttocks and much harder, stinging a little, but still it was not what she had expected.

Chris trailed the tendrils over her shoulder and as he withdrew them they traced a line up her neck and the side of her face and once again she shivered, this time with a sense of excitement. She now realised Chris wasn't going to whip her severely but was only playing with her. As he moved around in front of her, he saw the relief in her eyes.

'You didn't really think I would hurt you, did you?'

Amanda shook her head, but they both knew what she had been thinking.

Chris smiled at her as he brought the lash across her stomach, thighs and breasts repeatedly, much harder than previously, and Amanda closed her eyes and held her breath against the stinging, sure it was going to leave marks, but now unable and unwilling to stop it. For some bizarre reason this too was turning her on. Her eyes snapped open though when he whipped her pussy!

Once, twice, three times, and again and again and again he flicked it up onto her spread vulnerable cunt. Every now and then he would lash the insides of her thighs, only to return to her exposed sex. Amanda couldn't believe she could be so frightened and excited at the same time, and it left her panting and breathless.

Finally he stopped. He removed the ball gag and then stepped into her, his naked body pressed against hers, his mouth at her ear, and as he cupped her spread pussy, caressing it, he whispered to her, 'Did you like that?'

'Yes,' she sighed, 'Oh yes!'

'Yes, it certainly feels like it,' commented Chris referring to how wet she was.

Blushing profusely, Amanda was unable to look Chris in the eye, her gaze downcast as he stood directly in front of her.

He bent and removed the leg spreader, and taking the leash led her to his bedroom where he already had ropes tied to the corners posts of the bed and had pillows placed in the middle. He unclipped her hands and ordered her to lie face down on the bed with the pillows under her stomach. In short order he had her tied spread eagled on his bed, using her leather cuffs to tie to the ropes and Amanda was unable to move other than lift her head a little, so securely was she tied, then he placed the blindfold over her eyes, depriving her of her sense of sight. 

As he tied her hands to the corners of the bed, his cock brushed the side of her face and Amanda found herself turning her head trying to reach it to lick it and suck it. He obliged her by climbing onto the bed and positioning himself sitting directly in front of her face. Amanda was now tied spread eagled with him sitting with his cock in her mouth while her arse is raised in the air by the pillows. His legs are either side of her head which he grabbed, placing his hands on either side of her face and his cock and balls are right there although Amanda cannot see them. He guided her onto him and consumed with lust Amanda licked and sucked him with abandon. He let her work on him for some time before he face fucked her again, thrusting his cock into her willing mouth. 

Amanda felt him tense up and he came in her mouth, holding her face and forcing her to take his cum as he shot, coating her tongue with it. Still tied, there was nothing Amanda can do. He ordered her to swallow it and with great reluctance she did as she was told. She might have called a 'red light' on this except her mouth was full of Chris's cock and his cum, and once it was done there was no point. She resolved to tell him later though that she was not happy about it and would not do it again.

Amanda realized she felt disappointed that he had cum without fucking her. He jokingly told her not to go away and that he would return when he was ready to use her again. With that he left the room, leaving her tied spread eagled, and Amanda lay there with no idea of how long he would be. 

With his cum is still fresh in her mouth she once again felt debased and degraded. Amanda really had let herself be used like a dirty little whore. She was still tied and Chris had just walked off and left her after having used her for his own personal pleasure. 

And yet she still found herself hoping he would come back and fuck her when he was ready. Her level of lust was starting to subside, but not enough for her to gain control over her senses. Amanda still needed him inside her.

Her bare pussy and arse were fully exposed as Amanda lay there for some time with her legs tied apart and the pillows raising her arse in the air waiting for him. He was gone for what seemed a long time before Amanda heard him return. She saw a flash and realized Chris was behind her and taking photos of her in this position, her bare pussy and arse there for his viewing. She called a 'red light' asked him not to take photos but he reassured her that nobody will be able to recognize her from this angle and when Amanda realized the truth of this and then thought about someone else seeing the photos of her completely exposed it had an unexpected effect of turning her on again. A wild thought flashed across her mind and she wished that there was a complete stranger in the room to watch her being used in this way. 




Compulsion



She felt Chris climb on the bed behind her and felt his hands begin to run over her body. As he touched her and played with her her level of lust quickly went through the roof. He spread her arse cheeks and Amanda felt his tongue as it teased her anus and it drove her wild. He reached up removing the blindfold as his other hand lightly teased her pussy and she then felt him insert a finger inside her, first one then two then she has no idea how many were inside her, only that she needed them there and Amanda was moaning continuously. 

'Don't stop!' Amanda begged him. 'Please don't stop. That is sooo nice!' She couldn't believe how quickly she had become so aroused again.

She felt him untie her legs and briefly she had the chance to move them as he also untied her arms. Before she realized what he intended to do, she felt both hands being tied together and pulled back over her head and secured to a section of the bed head. 

Taking her legs, forcing her body to double over on itself, Chris quickly tied her legs again, right ankle to right wrist, left ankle to left wrist. If she thought she was exposed before, it was nothing to the position she was in now! Her legs were still spread wide, but now her buttocks were raised even more and her pussy and arse were completely exposed and vulnerable. He played with her for some more with his fingers and she was sure he had worked his whole hand in her before she felt him remove it.

Next she heard it before she felt the vibrator being inserted into her. Chris teased her labia and clit mercilessly before thrusting it in and out of her upturned cunt. In and out, over and over until Amanda cried out in release as she climaxed! 

Unlike the previous times she had been here, this time Chris did not allow her to come back to earth but rather continued to pound her pussy with the vibrator. As she climaxed again she felt it removed only to be replaced by a larger one. He did ease off slowly though before she felt him apply lubricant and then another vibrator at the entrance of her arse and he inserted that in her as well. Thankfully it was not as large. Slowly he worked it inside her with one hand while the other continued to play with her pussy. Very slowly he inserted it so that she became accustomed to the size of it. Once he had it inside her he started slowly fucking her arse with it.

Without intending to say it, without being able to stop herself, Amanda asked Chris to fuck her.

'How much do you want it?' he asked as he continued to slowly tease her with the vibrators and his fingers.

Amanda panted, 'Very much.' 

'Then beg me for it.' 

'Alright, I'm begging you for it,' Amanda cried out.

'Not good enough. I don't think you really want it. I want to hear you say please fuck me!'

'Please fuck me I'm begging you,' Amanda cried out, beyond caring.

'Say please Master I want you to fuck me.'

Amanda had not called anyone Master before. This was another step in her degradation and submission she realized, but she wanted to feel him inside her so badly. Amanda was wild with lust and would do whatever he wanted or say whatever he wanted just to get him to fuck her. She couldn't recall ever having felt a need to be fucked as bad as this one.

'Please I want you to fuck me,' Amanda submissively begged.

'What did you say?'

'Please Master I want you to fuck me,' Amanda said to him with a croak in her voice. 'Please.' 

As Amanda pleaded with him, she was so ashamed and humiliated that she had allowed herself to be brought down to this level, to be tied and exposed thus on a bed, collared, cuffed, and that she had just begged a man to fuck her, but at the same time Amanda was so overcome with lust she was willing to do anything. His fingers and the dildo in her arse had driven her insane. What would it be like when he buried his cock in her? Amanda wanted him to take her like this, to dominate her completely, to take her and fuck her.

She felt him slide both vibrators out and felt his weight move as he stood above her. She felt the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy as he lowered himself down, pointing his cock down at her upturned cunt and he paused just when she thought she would have him at last.

'Do you want my cock buried in your cunt,' he demanded.

Amanda hated the use of that word, but right now she would use it herself if he demanded it, just to get him inside her. 'Yes!' she pleaded, 'Yes I want you in me!'

'Then say it,' he insists.

Closing her eyes in shame, Amanda used the foulest of language just to get him to satisfy her need. 'Please, I want your cock in my cunt!' she said, a tear rolling down her cheek, brought on be the frustration of her need and from the humiliation and disgust of using that word.

'Where do you want it?'

'In my cunt! I want your cock in my cunt! Please!! For God's sake please, I need you inside me! I'm begging you please just fuck me!!' she begged him in earnest.

With her exposed pussy and arse in the air allowing him easy access to her, he slid his cock into her slowly, teasingly, just a little before withdrawing, going forward a little and withdrawing again, taunting her.

Amanda was beyond caring what she said or did, she just had to have him inside her, pleading with him, on the verge of tears.

'PLEASE!!!! Fuck me please, I need you inside me so badly!! I'll do whatever you want but I just need you in me, please!' she begged, a sob in her voice as she thrust her exposed pussy up at him as best she could, trying to get him to lance her.

Chris pushed all the way into her in one motion, filling her and she was out of control lifting her arse higher in an effort to take more of him still. She came straight away, thrusting up to impale herself on his rigid penis. She was sobbing, overcome and in tears as one orgasm became two, lasting an age and only an instant.

As he leaned forward he whispered in her ear, 'I will remember what you have just said.' Amanda had another shattering orgasm, quickly followed by one more, the next one starting as the last one finished. Chris continued to fuck her for some minutes to more violent orgasms before she felt him withdraw from her. He applied liberal amounts of lubrication to her arse and she saw him shift his position slightly as he aimed his cock at the entrance to her anus. Amanda felt his cock head as it began to enter her and prayed he was gentle while at the same time wanting him to take her there, wanting to feel him fill her there, wanting to be dominated completely!

Amanda had no need to worry as he slowly eased himself into her, backing off and pushing forward a little at a time, judging her reaction, trying to minimize the pain for her, knowing it meant he could use her for that much longer. He also knew that if it was not too painful for her and if Amanda enjoyed him inside her arse she would come back begging for more, of this he was now sure. He was effectively turning her into his personal sex slave, someone he could use at his whim for his own debaucheries. He had gathered enough photos of Amanda to ensure her return time and time again, although by now he was also sure she would come back willingly, that she was already a slave to her body's own desires and it would be a long time before she could say no to herself.

Back and forth he moved as he let her adjust to the size of his cock. His was not a thick cock but long and slim, not much thicker than the vibrator he had used on her arse, perfect for butt fucking. He took his time and worked himself all the way inside her. He slowly started to pull back and push forward, fucking another man's wife as she was tied helpless and exposed beneath him on his bed, the feeling of power he had over her intoxicating.

As Amanda became accustomed to his size she started to push up and onto him. He slid into her, continuing to use her for both his pleasure and hers, working his cock slowly in and out for some minutes and Amanda found herself pushing her arse up to him, pushing herself up to meet his thrusts, trying to impale herself on him, trying to force more of him deeper inside her. Amanda felt his hand at her mouth and he slid a couple of fingers inside and she greedily sucked on them as she would his cock, tasting her own cunt juices on his fingers while he fucked her arse.

He removes his fingers and Amanda felt he grasp the dog lead, holding onto it as he thrust into her, fucking her in earnest and demanded of her, 'Do you like your Master fucking you slave?'

'Yes, yes I do. Please don't stop,' Amanda moaned.

'Then say it!'

'Please fuck me Master! Please fuck me!' 

'Tell me you like me fucking your arse!'

'Yes, yes, I like you fucking my arse Master, don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop!'

The whole feeling of being tied and being helpless, nobody knowing she was there, unable to stop him fucking her arse made her feel dirty and slutty and like a whore and this only added to the feeling of degradation, depravity and humiliation, and it all drove her out of control with desire and lust. This was why she had come here.

But he did stop, withdrawing from her for a moment, making her want it all the more. He untied her legs, but held them in place with the weight of his body. With her arms thrown back over her head, her breasts and nipples prominently displayed for him he grasped her breasts, squeezing them before taking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he had done before and he pulled on them, rolling them, torturing them. 

He bent forward and sucked and bit a nipple with his teeth before he straightened and moved into her. Applying a little more lubrication he quickly re-entered her arse, again fucking her with deep fast strokes. He paused for a moment and he stroked her clit and spread cunt with his thumb while still inside her, masturbating her, driving her beyond reason as Amanda begged him over and over, 'Fuck me, fuck me, please don't stop! Please! Please! Please!' She was crying, tears running down her face as she wrapped her legs around him as he buried himself to the hilt, holding him there, so overcome was she with her needs. Amanda felt him tense and Chris moaned as he came deep in her arse. She too exploded, her orgasms washing over her one after the other in waves. This was another first for her as she had only had very limited anal experience, and had never had anyone cum inside her arse before.

Spent, Chris remained inside her and Amanda laid there, her legs wrapped around him holding him inside, literally and totally fucked. Finally she was spent, her lust abated, her needs satisfied. She immediately felt dirty, but she also knew beyond doubt that she would ask Chris if she can come back again.

For one night she had finally become the submissive whore she had been fantasizing about for so many months. Maybe next time he would invite a friend to watch...



Compulsion



This Ella's story. She is real, as are Dani and Gabrielle. Part of the story is true... the rest is Ella's fantasy. I've reflected exactly what she told me. For those who don't enjoy stories with interracial lesbian domination or reluctance and coercion as their themes, thank you for stopping by but please pass on. 

ELLA 

The delightfully pretty Ella Parker was the cutest of twenty-one year olds.

Like most young girls of her age, she loved nice things. It didn't matter how much it cost, her wardrobe was full of shoes, clutches and pretty dresses. If she liked it, she bought it. She was outgoing, friendly, full of fun and always—always—she liked to catch the eye. The revealing clothes she wore ... the larger heels than were appropriate ... her body piercings ... and the exuberant way she invariably acted were all designed to attract attention.

Perhaps that behaviour was rooted in her troubled background? Inner City Croydon, where she had grown up, was one of the toughest parts of London.

Her mother still lived in the Greater London borough and Ella hadn't seen her dad in fifteen years. She hated him. Samuel Parker had brought her mother to England from Trinidad and a few years later the bastard had disappeared from their lives.

Being an only child, the mixed race girl had needed to grow up quickly. She'd been a member of a gang for as long as she could remember and had been in a relationship with one boy or another since she'd been fourteen. That was the way gangs worked and if you didn't comply ... well ... Ella had made sure she complied.

When she'd seen the future on the wall, she had decided to get out and make a fresh start. It was a mature approach for a girl her age but all her friends were either getting into trouble or starting to get pregnant. She wanted more. It hadn't been easy to escape that environment but it was the best thing she had ever done.

Brighton suited her down to the ground. The whole town had a laid back, cool, atmosphere. There was a hippy, music generated feel and there was always something going on. She discovered clubs, drugs and dancing until the sun came up. Life there made quite a contrast to the gang fights she'd left behind.

She'd even found a new boyfriend there. Marlon was black, easy going and protective but for whatever reasons it had been more of a fling than a relationship. Ella often wondered whether her life might have moved in a different direction had it become more serious.

But then she wouldn't have met Danielle had she still been with Marlon...

That night at the Honey Club had changed her life forever. The nightclub was a fun place to go, she'd been told. It had a great atmosphere. And so she'd tested out the recommendation one night. She'd loved the place—it had been vibrant, hot and played some great music.

She'd danced for a few hours, ignoring several attempts to chat her up. It hadn't taken her long to realise that the type of guys who frequented clubs were similar to those she'd left behind. She was moving forward, not back.

Dani had been as high as Ella when they'd bumped into each other. The young girl from Croydon had made her way outside for some much needed air and within a few minutes the Oriental woman had joined her for a much needed cigarette. They'd quickly and easily fallen into a conversation and it had quickly become clear that the two women had much in common. 

When Ella had confided she was at the club on her own, Dani had insisted that she join up with her group of friends. They'd danced the night away. 

Before they left the club, they had exchanged numbers and her new friend had subsequently assumed a protective role. She would regularly telephone Ella to make sure she was okay, that she wasn't staying in on her own, and that she joined them whenever she and her group of friends were having a night out.

It was a couple of months after that when their relationship changed ... the night they'd gone to the Volks club. It was different to many of the other clubs— dirty, grimy, small, dark, sweaty—and played much heavier dance music. Most revellers were taking some sort of drugs but even that had a benefit. There was rarely any trouble and people could more or less do what they wanted. 

Ella loved the place.

DANIELLE

"I love it here," Ella shouted into Dani's ear.

They'd been dancing for at least a couple of hours and the heavy beat of the music was thumping around their ears. The speakers beside the dance floor vibrated with full on bass and smoke billowed from the machines above them. Everyone in the club was high and life had never felt so good. 

A guy who'd tried to cut in on them had made a suggestive remark about the way they were dancing close to each other. They'd laughed at him and begun to dance even more suggestively together. 

"Me too..." Dani shouted back.

The Oriental girl looked hot tonight. Her tiny white camisole top revealed her wonderfully toned stomach and that tiny black skirt flounced around the top of her light brown thighs as she snaked her body to the beat. 

She linked her arms around Ella's neck and rested forehead on forehead, her gaze staring directly into the younger girl's. Dani's deep soulful brown eyes had always given Ella goosebumps ... but now there was a look in them that the younger girl hadn't seen before.

"What?" she mouthed, giving her friend a puzzled stare.

Dani simply took her hand. "We need some air."

They made their way outside without another word. The fresh night air cooled their overheated bodies but not the fires within. Dani glanced at her again. Her luminous eyes were sending signals that Ella didn't fully understand. In an attempt to break the silence, she leant against her friend to whisper in her ear.

Dani misread the movement. Or had this been the moment she'd been waiting for?

Her hand snaked around Ella's neck, pulling her into a long kiss.

For a moment or two, the younger girl was shocked. Then her natural instincts took over. It could have been the drugs, pushing her nerve endings to the edge, but she couldn't resist. She tilted her head and snaked her pierced tongue into Dani's mouth as her friend's soft lips practically devoured her. 

She'd kissed girls before, of course, but that had mainly been to impress the guys. Those times had been nothing like this. Dani's hand was pulling her closer, deeper, teasing her and at the same time testing out her position. She had no idea how long they made out, but every part of her body was tingling when Dani eventually took her hand and led her back to the dance floor.

She stumbled along after her friend. She was so high on drugs, alcohol and her newfound arousal that it felt as if the floor was moving. Even the walls seemed to bounce and sway to the heavy rhythm of the music. The whole room seemed to be swimming, every touch as she brushed past caused tingles to run up her spine.

And then, in the middle of the dance floor, they were making out again...

Dani entwined her leg between Ella's thighs as they swung and swayed their bodies to the music. Her hands were in the younger girl's hair, ruffling it, curling it around her fingers, holding her head in position as their lips crashed into each other's again. She was sending out a message that she was the one in control. 

Some people around them were staring while others were completely lost in their own drug-fuelled world. They couldn't care less. They were exhibitionists, yes, but they could have been in the room alone for all they knew. All that mattered were their soft lips and the way their bodies rubbed against each other.

Dani took more and more control until the club eventually began to close. Their actions had become more intimate as the night had worn on and it occurred to Ella that what had begun as a heavy make-out session had turned into foreplay...

It was difficult to keep track of time, the drug fuelled haze was so consuming. Even the air seemed to vibrate as the bassline thumped around them and their bodies undulated to the heavy beat. By the time the club was closing Dani had taken more and more control and the intimate make-out session had long since turned into foreplay...

*

The Eastern European driver couldn't believe his luck as the two young women grabbed the first available cab outside of the club. They ignored his staring eyes in the driver's mirror and Dani was all over Ella again. The need to release the needy thirst that had been building up all evening was overwhelming.

Settled in the back seat of the cab, their embraces instantly became more sexual. Hands cupped perky breasts, thumbs flicked hard nipples, fingers dug into firm asses. Ella could see the street lights flashing by outside the cab, but with Dani sliding her hand under her skimpy dress the young girl was in a world of her own.

Inside her small apartment, Dani took control in a way Ella had never previously experienced. The Oriental was a sexual predator, needing to feast on her prize and sate her hunger. She pushed Ella against the kitchen work top, hands everywhere, making sure that her prey was left in no doubt who was in control.

They somehow made it to the bedroom...

With a strength that belied her slender frame, Dani threw her on the bed.

Ella gasped as her body bounced. "Oh God, Daniiii!"

The Oriental triumphantly smiled down at her prize. As she lowered herself onto the bed, her hands deftly slowly pulled Ella's toned thighs apart. Their gazes never left one another, adding to the sexual tension. Their soft skin sensually slid against each other, making the younger girl purr. 

The look of raw sexuality in Dani's eyes as she stared upwards was intoxicating. She scraped her slim body up and along Ella's, kissing and licking each piece of tender flesh like a cat who knows its prey is cornered.

Reaching Ella's sensitive breasts, she stretched an arm upwards and teased a fingernail lightly across the neck of her prize, testing for tenderness. Ella reacted to the perfect touch by wantonly squirming her hips beneath her. Dani's mouth was on the same spot in seconds, kissing, licking and sucking.

Her fingers slithered down between Ella's parted thighs, expertly teasing the sensitive skin. She was in no hurry, each soft touch seemingly designed to take the girl on the very edge of oblivion and keep her there...

Ella's body shivered with need. 

She wanted—needed—to abandon herself completely to her red-hot friend. They made out like animals in heat. Dani's lips were soft and feminine and yet more demanding than any boy she had ever been with. 

"You're mine, little Ella," Dani whispered teasingly in her ear.

The words, so possessive and commanding, made Ella shudder. When Dani began to slide back down her body, the little fireworks that started to explode inside her body were almost too much bear.

Dani dragged her thighs apart, feasting her gaze on the wonderfully smooth pussy for a few moments and then lewdly licking her lips.

The first touch of her mouth sent Ella into orbit. 

The young girl's body arched. Her hands found Dani's hair. She cried out but had no idea what she'd muttered. The Oriental girl's amazing tongue flicked along the ridge of her labia, teasing her clit without touching it.

"Please," Ella pleaded.

Her voice was hoarse. She could hardly speak. Her hands tightened in her lover's hair. She'd often wondered what it would be like with another woman but even in her wildest fantasies it had never been as good as this.

"Oh, Dani..."

"God, Dani..."

"Oh fuck, Dani..."

Her orgasm was closing in and it felt like it was going to turn her inside out. When it arrived, she screamed at the top of her voice. She'd never felt so good, so disorientated, so aroused, so dominated, so out of control...

It took her a long time to recover from the violent climax.

Half an hour later she was stumbling around the small bedroom, giggling uncontrollably as if her new lover had melted her brain. Time meant nothing and everything around her seemed as if it was surrounded by a pink haze. Every little touch on her body made her cry out for more. 

Then she'd willingly reversed positions. 

Her eyes sparkled with need as she took her place between Dani's thighs. She needed this so fucking badly. Boys she'd been with had gone crazy when they had felt the effect of her studded tongue. Dani was in for a treat...

GABRIELLA

It was a couple of months later and Ella was enjoying life more than ever. She was being fast-tracked for promotion in her job and even if Insurance didn't set her world alight, the money was welcome. It allowed her to do the things she wanted. How else could she afford her sexy clothes, accessories, drugs whenever she needed them, and regular nights out with Dani and the other girls?

Her relationship with Danielle had gone from strength to strength. Sex never got in the way of their friendship and they indulged whenever they felt the need. Otherwise, Dani continued to look out for her and the gang of girls continued to meet regularly each week in one club or another.

There was something about clubbing that brought Ella alive. 

She was at home on the dance floor, as high as a kite, dressed provocatively in a sexy little number and with all eyes feeding on her tight little body.

The Audio club was her favourite and they had been dancing non-stop for a couple of hours. She glanced across at Dani s as she shook her hips to the heavy beat, wondering if she could tease her friend into staying with her tonight. 

She wasn't sure.

Dani was even higher than she was and one of the other girls—Jade—had practically draped herself around her body. Ella knew what the bitch was up to. She was practically fucking her Oriental friend in front of her on the dance floor.

She swung away in frustration, hands above her head as she swayed her hot little body to the beat. But looking towards the bar, she almost froze in mid-step! No. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. Was it? My God, it was. The black woman watching her from beside the bar was none other than Gabriella Wilson.

Gabriella had run the newsagents in the area where Ella had grown up. Even though she was in her late forties, her full figure was as stunning, curvy and gorgeous as Ella remembered. And tonight she was wearing a tight red dress that turned her from a fantasy figure to a wet dream.

What the heck was she doing in Brighton, and in the same club as her?

Ella had had the hots for her ever since she'd first laid her eyes on the woman. She had been brought up in the midst of strong—really strong—black women. No shit! The older women were tough and forceful, and knew exactly what they wanted and how to get it. 'Miss Gabriella' fell into that category.

Ella's gang thought of themselves as quite cool and hard, but not a single one of them ever entertained any thoughts of stealing from her shop. That would have been suicidal. She could be fierce—a super bitch—and Ella knew she would have ripped out her hair extensions and dragged her along the road to the police. 

Oh God. That sort of domination was a real turn-on, especially with someone like Gabriella Wilson. It didn't matter how she dressed or what she did. She was just the type of woman who looks hot putting out their bins. 

And here Ella was, staring across the room at her!

Stomach churning with arousal, she pulled her hair high on her head and then let it cascade down around her bare shoulders. Give her a show, she told herself. Let her see Ella's transformation from a young girl into the hot woman she was today. She swayed her hips with an obvious exaggeration to each heavy beat. 

The dance floor was her home and she knew she could move her body in a way that most other women couldn't. 

Thank God she'd chosen her skimpy white one piece dress tonight. It barely covered the swell of her ass and revealed every curve on her toned body. When the clubs laser lights picked it out, it almost looked see through. Gabriella couldn't fail to be impressed.

The why was she turning away?

She had her back to her now, sipping at her drink. Her apparent indifference made Ella doubt herself. It was Gabriella Wilson! She was sure of it. But maybe her wet dream hadn't recognised her? There was only one way to find out. 

She made her way across to the bar, her eyes never leaving that black skin.

"Hello," she nervously whispered.

Gabriella turned around and glanced at her with that dismissive look she remembered so well. 

"Well, well, it's that nervous little girl who used to hang out with her oh, so cool little gang."

Ella's face coloured. A shiver ran through her. 

"Hello, Miss Gabriella. You remember me!"

"Well, you're different, babes, I'll give you that. But even back then you had a fire in your eyes. I could see it every time you looked at me. Like you wanted to strip my clothes away but were afraid I'd bite you. It's the same look that's in your eyes right now. You're feeling the heat, babes?"

Ella felt the perspiration break out on her forehead. She'd worshipped this woman secretly, but now it appeared as if she'd been able to see right through her all along. The woman was looking at her expectantly, those eyes burning into her again, waiting for some sort of answer but she felt strange, almost powerless. 

What could she say?

"Cat got your tongue?" Gabriella huskily asked.

The corners of her full lips turned up in amusement and she reached out to cup Ella's chin. The younger girl felt goosebumps break out on her skin. Recollections of her infatuation with this woman burned inside her head and she daren't move a single muscle as Gabriella lifted her chin and stared deep into her eyes.

"Let's find out, should we? Come with me."

Placing her empty glass on the bar, she walked towards the exit without as much as a backward glance.

Ella stood transfixed, uncertain as to her next move, but this was an invitation she couldn't refuse. She turned towards the exit, hurrying as fast as her four inch platforms would allow her. When she made it outside, Gabriella was already halfway down the narrow street, heading towards a small car parked near a corner. She thumbed a remote and climbed into the driver's seat.

Ella increased her pace, puffing hard when she came abreast of the car. Instantly, the passenger door was pushed open.

"Get in."

She hesitated. Shouldn't she have told Dani and the other girls were she was going? But Gabriella had already started the engine...

*

The small car smoothly accelerated away and snaked around two corners before Ella had time to rethink. Electricity was racing through her body. She sneaked a glance at Gabriella. Her dress was hitched up to the top of her thighs and her black skin looked every bit as sensuous as it had in the newsagent's shop.

This was foolhardy, wasn't it? She knew only too well how dominant black women could be. But that was part of the attraction. She'd masturbated thinking about Gabriella Wilson. And now ... well ... here they were, together in her car, heading off to God-knew-where. She was wet with anticipation.

"Where are we going...?"

Her voice quivered as she spoke. But the woman made no attempt to answer.

"Miss Gabriella, maybe I shouldn't be doing this..."

Her words were ignored. Only the steady thrum of the engine interfered with the silence between them. It added to Ella's sense of expectancy. Her heart was almost pumping out of her chest when, around ten silent minutes later as they drove along the seafront, their destination became clear.

The Thistle Brighton Hotel was located on King Street and Gabriella eased the car into the hotel car park. She found a vacant spot near the front of the hotel and nonchalantly looked Ella up and down as she turned the engine off. Without a word, she stepped out of the car and walked across towards the hotel entrance.




Compulsion



Ella stared after her. Her head was so fuzzy she thought she might faint. When Gabriella glanced back over her shoulder, she eased out of the passenger seat. The sound of the car door locking behind her made her jump and she hurried across to the hotel. Her large heels made her stumble and she let out a curse before hobbling across the remaining distance. 

Gabriella had reached the lift to the side of reception and was waiting for her. Inside, she pressed the button for the third floor and casually checked her appearance in the mirrored wall. She flicked her painted fingernails through her long, straight dark hair and then ran her tongue across her big, full lips.

It was as if Ella wasn't there...

When the lift pulled to a shuddering halt, Gabriella stepped into the long, empty hallway. She walked down to her left, knowing that Ella had no choice other than to follow. It took around thirty seconds to reach her room. She used a keycard to open the door but didn't enter. She turned to her young companion.

"Take the dress off."

Ella almost melted. "What?"

"You heard, little girl. Take the dress off."

Ella stared at her wide-eyed. She was weak at the knees. This was a joke, wasn't it? Gabriella couldn't be serious? But the expression on the older woman's face confirmed she was. There was a musical lilt to her tone, almost as if she was purring. It was a sound Ella remembered so well.

"Here? Outside the room?" 

The black woman nodded. "Here."

Ella felt her breath catch. The corridor was empty. For now. But another guest could easily come along at any time...

She didn't move for a few seconds ... and then capitulated. Her eyes darted along both directions of the corridor as her hands slowly rose and reached for the zipper behind her. A lick of heat ran across her body. Handing over control like this ... to Gabriella Wilson ... was so fucking hot. 

She allowed the skimpy white dress to fall to her feet, modestly covering her naked breasts with her hands as she checked the corridor again. Standing in only her black lace panties and heels, she'd never felt so vulnerable.

Gabriella reached out to cup her chin again.

"I came to find you tonight, little girl."

Ella shivered for a second time. 

"Why?"

"All in good time, babygirl."

She ran the back of her fingertips around Ella's chin, neck and shoulders, and then gently traced them across the younger girl's hands that were still protecting her breasts.

"Tell me," the voice in her ear continued. "Do you always go with strangers?"

Gabriella pushed the protective hands away and cupped Ella's apple sized breasts in her palms. Her hands were cool and Ella almost whimpered when she flicked her thumbs across her hard nipples. 

"You're ... you're not a stranger."

"Exactly," she whispered. "And you've been wanting this for so long, yes? How many times have you looked at me with that fire in your eyes? I could always tell, you know. And now it's time. Give me your dress."

Ella bent down and picked it up, briefly holding it against her body before relinquishing it. Gabriella took it from her and stepped into the room. But as she began to follow, the door closed in her face.

"Hey ... what ...? HEY!"

She stared at the closed door, shock written all over her face. Her eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open. This had to be a joke, a tease. But then she heard the click of the lock on the inside. She began to tremble and threw herself against the door, hammering against it with the flat of her hand.

"Let me in ... you can't do this..."

Each thump on the door made her wince but she was frantic. Anyone could come along the corridor at any time. She glanced down at her semi-naked body and began to bang harder against the wood.

Then the tears came ... tears of frustration, anger and fear. 

What if Gabriella didn't let her in? What could she do? Where could she go? Why was she doing this? She leant against the door and began to sob, softly at first and then harder.

Then ... then ... she heard the click of a lock. The door opened fractionally...

*

Ella entered slowly. The room was in semi-darkness, with only the two candle shaped lamps on either side of the large bed casting any light. Gabriella casually lay back on the bed, a black Goddess. 

She was naked... 

Ella had imagined this scene—and that incredible body—over and over again. How many times had she got herself off with her vibe to the image in her mind? The older woman's coal black skin provided an exotic contrast to the cream-coloured sheets and she languidly stroked her full breasts as she watched Ella hesitantly enter the room. 

The fantasy had become reality...

"It took me a little while to find you, lil girl," she huskily whispered. "I've been looking for you for a few days now."

Ella closed the door behind her and stood there, perplexed. Her eyeliner had run down her cheeks and made her a pitiful sight.

"Why?" 

"Because you're the only one of your gang to try and better yourself. Because of that needy look in your eyes whenever you looked at me. Because you're a hot little thing. You tick all the boxes..." 

The boxes? Gabriella was talking in riddles. But her words increased the temperature inside Ella's already overheating body. 

The older woman crooked a finger.

"Come here, babygirl..." 

She casually widened her legs and tapped the space between her thighs. 

"It's Ella, isn't it?" 

The younger girl nodded as she stepped towards the bed. Gabriella's body was sumptuous, a feast before her eyes. And she was hungry. She'd been hungry for this woman for longer than she cared to remember. She obediently slithered onto the sheets, hypnotically drawn to the prize on display. 

The woman poked a foot in her chest, keeping her a couple of feet away.

"No ... Ella's not your name..." She reached up into the air and closed her fist. "I have your name ... and I'm keeping it. You have NO name."

"But...." 

"Not until I tell you otherwise. Now watch me."

She slid a single finger deep into her shaven pussy. Ella had never seen anything quite so arousing. This was Gabriella Wilson! Her labial lips were already glistening with need and they easily parted as she began to masturbate herself.

"No name..." she repeated, "You're just a lil girl whose role in life is about to be defined for you." 

She pulled her finger out, holding it up to the dim bedroom light to inspect her juices.

"Tell me, babygirl, how long have you wanted this black pussy?"

She ran the wet finger across her body, lewdly painting tribal designs on her skin. 

Ella whimpered. The design she drew seemed to echo the tattoo on the younger girl's hip, or was that just her imagination?

"What are you waiting for?" Gabriella whispered. "I've thought of this moment for a long time too, little girl. Come and show me what you can do, baby."

Ella didn't hesitate. Her entire body was on fire. She attacked the waiting sex like a thirsty woman who had just found an oasis in the middle of the desert. There was no subtlety, not to begin with. She needed to feed. 

Gabriella's fingers tightened on her hair.

"Such an eager little thing ... but let's go a little slower, darling. Much slower. We have all night..."

Ella nodded and curled her young hands around the older woman's thighs, holding her black legs firmly in position as she slowed her pace. This was everything she'd ever wanted. Her pierced tongue lapped softly at the sweet pussy, making sure that Gabriella could feel her cool tongue stud. 

Dani had told her that the effect was like being taken to heaven so hard and so quickly she barely had time to catch her breath.

"Oh, yesss, you hot little thing..."

The words sent bolts of desire through her body. She speared her studded tongue between the wet lips. Gabriella grunted and arched her body upwards. Her lithe thighs settled around Ella's ears and her ankles locked against the young back. It was Ella who groaned this time. She was helpless. She was a prisoner. She was forcibly held in position, to be used like an object. 

She was there to please... 

With a growl of delight, she forced her tongue as far as she could inside the delicious wetness. The sweet taste invaded her mouth and drenched her senses. Gabriella wrapped strand after strand of her long hair around her fingers and roughly dragged her head even more deeply between her dark thighs.

"Black pussy," she whispered in that musical tone. "You love it..."

Ella purred like a cat. She did. Had the act of giving ever felt this good?

Gabriella ground herself into her face, seeking more of her studded tongue. Ella tried to move but those long legs on her back kept her firmly in place. The black woman was moving relentlessly back and forth, continuously masturbating herself on her face and smothering her with her juices. 

Ella gasped for air but wouldn't be denied. She pushed her tongue even higher, searching for that spot. When she found it, she rolled her stud across the bump. 

Gabriella screeched with pleasure. Her fingers gripped the sheets either side of her body and she pushed back hard. Her gaze found Ella's a second before an uncontrollable scream tore from her throat... 

Ella winced as Gabriella released and firmly clasped her head between her black thighs. The hot woman was ignoring her discomfort and caring only for her own pleasure. The orgasm went on and on, and she began to lick at the delicious pussy again as the aftershocks continued to run through Gabriella's body.

She still didn't understand it all. Gabriella had said that she'd come to Brighton, searching for her. Why? Whatever the reason, she told herself, she'd find out soon.



Compulsion



I've always been close with my mother. But in recent years we kind of went our own way, with me going off to law school, and her eventually moving in with her fiancee. 

But in this past year, both of us faced an unexpected change which led to something that neither of could have ever predicted. 

It started when my mother was laid off from her job as a university science professor due to California's budget cuts. Around that same time, she and her fiancee agreed to mutually spit up. Some timing huh? But at least it was an amicable break-up and there weren't any hard feelings whatsoever. 

Thankfully she was able to land another teaching job fairly quickly, but the dilemma she faced was that she would have to move to another state. Looking for something new in life, she took that opportunity, and that's where things developed between us.

Compulsion

It was early in the morning when I showed up to help my mother pack her stuff. Her ex-fiancee, Dave, was off at work and he didn't mind me being there with her.

We were in the living room, and in between putting her things in boxes and carrying her books for her, I picked up a picture frame of her running past the finish line during a marathon in San Francisco. It was something she liked to do annually for both person achievement and charity awareness. 

"Not bad for a 46 year old woman huh?" she asked proudly when she saw me looking at it.

I also couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked at that moment, with her hair tied in a pony tale, her eye glasses shining, and a look of pride of her face. She was barefoot, wearing a simple outfit consisting of gray sweat pants and a white t-shirt.

"Not bad for any age. Seriously, I know I couldn't do it."

She smiled, "That's because you never try."

"Good point," I replied. "But even if I did, there's no way I could finish as early as you did. That's one heck of an accomplishment. You always did have a lot of heart ya know."

"Thank you. Have a seat. I want to show you some pictures."

I sat down on the couch and my mother turned around to rummage through a box, pulling out a photo album. She sat down next to me and opened it while it was on her lap.

"I managed to make the top twenty percentile of all the participants. So not bad for a woman my age."

She pointed to a picture of her celebrating with her ex-fiancee, and she was drenched in sweat with a big smile on her face.

"Jeez, I had no idea you were in such great shape," I said. 

"Like you said, it takes a lot of heart, and it was worth it for charity. That was my last time running a marathon since it wears your body down, so I gave it my all. These days I stick mainly to pilates and yoga."

"Whatever works for you. But if you don't mind me asking, what happened between you and Dave? You two look so happy together in this picture."

She sighed, "He really is a nice guy. In fact, he's a great guy. But at the end of the day we're just two different people. If I want to watch science programs at night, he wants to watch reality tv. If I want to go hiking during the weekends, he wants to stay home and relax. And I suppose the fact that he works with attractive young models all day at the fashion agency doesn't help our relationship either."

"You mean he's cheated on you?"

"No, I didn't mean that. But it's hard to compete for attention with women who are literally half my age. You wouldn't understand," she said with an emotional tone.

I patted the back of her shoulder. "I do understand. And there are plenty of guys out there who actually prefer older women. I know I do."

"You do? That's news to me. I've only seen you with college coeds. Besides, it seems like all the younger guys who lust after mature women are only looking for that novelty one-night-stand. I've never had any interest in doing that."

"That's because you're a classy woman," I replied. 

She gave me a look of appreciation. "So what's going on with your love life these day? Dating anyone new? Is she older? Anything serious?"

"No...well...not exactly. She's around my age and we're just keeping it casual. Nothing serious."

"So all that talk of you liking older women was just to make me feel better huh?" she questioned.

"I actually meant what I said about that. Honestly. I've always admired the grace and class that older women carry. They're smarter and much more elegant. And I prefer the way they look over younger woman. You would be a perfect example of everything I just said. I think Dave is a real fool for letting you go and not giving you the attention you deserve."

She suddenly grabbed me by the neck with both hands, pulled me towards her just as she leaned forward, and give me a simple kiss on the lips. It only last a second.

"That's for being a real gentlemen and for making your mother feel special," she said as she let me go.

I paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling of her lips. "That felt...that felt nice mom."

"Why do I get the feeling you enjoyed that a little too much?" she asked playfully. "You're hooking up with a girl your own age and I'm sure she does a lot more than give you quick kisses on the lips."

"Sure she does. But...it's hard to explain. It just feels nice from you."

She looked over at the clock. "It's 9 am on a Friday morning. I'm leaving tomorrow and I won't be seeing you until at least a few months after. Have you got anything better to talk about?"

I paused for a moment. "I know I'm going to regret telling you this, but you've always been my ideal woman. Whenever I go out on a date with someone new, if she doesn't have your qualities, then I'm not interested. You've really set the standards for me. So to have a kiss from a woman like you is like a dream come true."

"I...I had no idea you felt that way," she said with a genuine tone. "I had always assumed you were like most boys who can't wait to get away from home after they graduate because they don't need their parent's money anymore. I mean, gosh, is this even normal?"

"I knew I shouldn't have mentioned that. Let's just get back to packing."

She put her hand on my leg for a moment to stop me. "No. I apologize if I came across as being judgmental. I'm not upset. But I am a little curious about this, that's all. My friends who are around my age tell me about how their children rarely ever call or visit them once they're out on their own."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure their kids don't have a mother that looks like you," I replied honestly.

"That's very sweet of you to say. Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure."

She took a deep breath, "I get the feeling that this is more than just about personality. Are you...have you ever been...attracted to me? How did it start?"

"Is this really necessary?"

"To me it is," she replied with complete sincerity. "My biggest regret these past few years is that we kind of drifted apart with you going off to law school and me moving in with my former boyfriend turned ex-fiancee. I know I would deeply regret it if I moved to another state without getting to the bottom of how you truly feel about me."

I paused and thought for a second before replying, "Fine. It was a long long time ago. I came home after high school and you were asleep on the couch with your blouse slightly open. It was the first time I had ever seen a bare breast and I never forgot it. I tried catching glimpses of you over the years, and sometimes I was successful, and sometimes I wasn't. Since then you became the standard for what I looked for in a woman, both physically and personality wise."

"I certainly wasn't expecting to hear that..."

"I'm sure you weren't. I never thought I'd find myself explaining that to you."

She put a hand over her heart as an emotional gesture. "I'm actually very flattered by this. I'm flattered that you would think this way about me. I know it's strange and not exactly common, but I'm really touched."

"I'm just glad you haven't freaked out and sworn to never talk to me again," I joked. "You've always been such a cool and understanding mom. And I guess it hasn't really hit me yet that you'll be moving away to Arizona and I won't be able to see you whenever I want."

"One foot in front of the other is what I like to say. We've all got to move on sometime. I love my life here. But I have a great job offer teaching science over there which pays well, along with having more students to work with. I also get to meet to knew people and experience a new environment. I'm not getting any younger you know."

"But won't you miss San Francisco and all it has to offer? You've lived in this area your whole life."

She smiled, "Of course I will. But like I said, new experiences. And let's not act like I have no other benefits from living there. I'll finally get to work on my tan all year round among other things..."

"Among other things? You sound like you have something up your sleeve?"

"Not really," she replied with a coy and mischievous look.

"Wait a second, after everything I've told you where I risked total humiliation, you're still keeping secrets from me? Come on, what 'other things' are you talking about?"

"You've always been too curious for your own good," she said with a smile. "But I guess you get that from me. To tell you the truth, I would get to enjoy roaming around my own place naked again. There's obviously a lot of hot weather and sunshine here in California, but I just see at it as an extra perk that comes with a new job and a new state to live in."

"Oh..." I gasped. "I wasn't expecting to hear that."

"So it looks like both of us learned something new about each other this morning."

"You've got that right," I replied. "Dave is a real idiot for letting you go."

"I wouldn't use harsh language like that, but I felt more comfortable being naked and he didn't. That was another source of contention between us. It's not that he minded seeing me bare while I cooked or graded school papers, but rather he didn't want to join in which made things awkward. Most men are insecure with their bodies, which I think is really unfortunate."

A warm tingly feeling crept through my body and I started getting aroused.

"You cooked and graded school papers while you were naked?" I asked rhetorically. "You've officially become even more perfect in my book."

She laughed, "Thanks I guess. I'm glad you think so. All my life I've always felt comfortable without the constraint of having to wear clothes. It gives me a sense of profound freedom. And I do my best thinking while undressed, which is why I like to grade school papers naked, not to mention writing articles for the school newspaper or online publications. If the scientific community only knew..."

"Yeah, I bet those nerds would have a serious nerdgasm knowing how you like to write. And I bet your classes would be packed with male students if they knew how their teacher liked to grade their papers," I joked.

"Hey, those 'nerds' are my friends. And students only come to my class to learn. Got it mister?"

"Got it. So when you're unpacking in your new place in Arizona, I take it you'll be doing it while unclothed right?"

"Gosh, you won't leave this alone will you? And this whole time I thought we were having a mature and enlightening conversation," she replied.

"We are, but it's hard for me to overlook the fact that my beautiful mother is a secret nudist."

"Do you think it's any easier for me to overlook the fact that my son has an incest fetish? You don't hear me making wise-cracks about that do you?"

I paused for a moment, "Good point. What an educational day."

"Look..." she said in a moment of candor. "This may sound a bit out there, but by your own admission, you have a certain interest in me, and I've just told you I have a thing for nudism, so why not make this a special day before I leave?"

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" I asked nervously, with a hint of excitement.

She nodded. "Why don't we just get naked and get this whole thing over with. You won't have to spend the rest of your life wondering what I look like fully nude, and I finally get to experience the freedom of nudism with someone who I truly love and who appreciates what I have to offer. What do you say?"

"I say that sounds like a freaking awesome idea mom. Dave's probably gonna kill us if he finds out that we pranced around his house naked- but hey, it'll be worth it."

She chuckled, "Actually, I doubt that. Dave and I had some pretty personal conversations in bed together, and he made me swear that I would never tell another soul about this...but...well...he sort of...his mother and him...God, I really don't know where to start..."

"He fucked his own mother?"

"Watch your mouth!" she snapped. "But to put it in less crude terms, yes, he sort of had an adult relationship with his own mother which lasted for many years. That was one of the reasons why I was so intrigued by what you said about me. He's only talked about it vaguely, and it was the first time I had ever heard anything like that. So it came as a real shock to me that both of you feel the same way about your respective mothers." 

"You have the internet right? I suggest you turn off your safety filters and do some online research. It's a pretty common deal amongst men. It's even starting to become popular amongst women."

Her eyebrows raised, "Good to know. I'll have to do some research on that...umm...for scientific purposes of course. As for right now, the clock's ticking, who should go first?"

"You're the experienced one. You should go first mom."

"Fine. And it's such a strange feeling hearing you call me 'mom' right before I'm about to get naked in front of you. Anyway, here it goes..." 

She stood up and placed her glasses on the counter. And she followed that up by undoing her ponytail, letting her long hair fall freely. I could see her breathing become heavy as she bent down to remove her sweat pants, revealing her thin and nicely toned legs. Then off came her t-shirt, revealing her thin upper body with it's small breasts. She stood in only her bra and panties.

"What do you think so far?" she asked with her hands raised high.

I looked her body over and replied, "I think you're perfect as far as I'm concerned. You're the reason why I love older woman."

Her face lit up with pride and she got the confidence she needed to reach back and undo her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She bent down and did the same thing with her panties, letting them drop to her ankles and kicking them away with the tip of her foot. My eyes examined every inch of her, taking in her small but slightly hanging breasts, and her large brown nipples which stood in stark contrast to her fair skinned body. Her crotch had neatly trimmed pubic hairs and I could see her dark brown labia protruding below it.

My heart pounded as my decade long fantasy of seeing her completely naked had finally come true.

"God you're beautiful," I told her. "You're amazing. Even better than I ever could have imagined."

"You always were a charmer. Now it's your turn. Let's see what you've got underneath those clothes."

I remained seated and pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it on the other end of the couch.

"And the rest of it?" she asked.

"I don't think that's a good idea right now. Can I take a rain check?"

She put her hands on her naked hips and gave me a stern look. "A little shy all of a sudden?"

"It's not that," I replied. "It's just...you know how these things go. You're a beautiful woman. And you're naked. You can see where I'm going with this."

She raised a single eyebrow, "Are you erect?"

"Yeah, I am."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of sweetie. I gave birth to you and raised you. It's a perfectly normal human reaction, and in my life experience, men's penises pretty much look the same. So stop being such a wimp and get naked already."

"Okay, if you insist."

I took off my socks, stood up, and in simple movement, I dropped my shorts and underwear to reveal my fully naked body to my mother.

She squinted her eyes and leaned her head forward, looking at my crotch. "I thought you said you were erect? Are you cold or something?"

"You better be joking or else I'm unpacking all the things I helped pack."

"I'm kidding!" she shouted with a laugh. "I couldn't resist taking a jab at your delicate ego. You're a perfectly healthy young man. And whoever you're currently seeing is a very lucky young woman."

"Thanks," I replied. "So what now? Do we just hang around doing naked stuff together? Or do we just sit down and enjoy our nakedness? I'm new to this."

"Well there's not a lot of things we can do with that stiff erection between your legs. And we certainly can't have you pack my things like that. God forbid you drop something heavy on your precious manhood. I would never be able to forgive myself."

I laughed, "You still haven't lost your sarcastic touch. It's your fault I'm standing here with this erection you know."

"Then I suppose it's my responsibility to undo it. Is that what you're saying?"

I tried my best not to jump around the room in joy, and I succeeded. I stayed as calm as possible with my mother seemingly offering to take care of me.

"You can interpret it that way. You're the scientist. I don't mind."

She took a few steps towards me and we stood face to face. She maintained a relaxed expression while she used both hands to softly caress the shaft of my erection with her fingertips.

"I certainly didn't plan for this to happen," she said with her fingers staying busy. "But we're already naked and you're male fertility appears to be at its peak. So are you interested in making my last full day here a special one? It'll be special for the both of us."

"Why do I get the feeling that you haven't been made love to in a very long time?" I asked after seeing the longing in her eyes.

She paused for a second. "It hasn't been that long. But it's been unfulfilling in many ways. I'm not a woman who goes around looking for one night stands. I have nothing against woman who do, but if I don't feel that there's love and a connection there, then it's meaningless to me. And that's what's been missing between me and Dave. We haven't had an intimate connection in a long time."

"You seem like that kind of woman," I replied. "That's one of the things I really love about you. And I'm sure you wouldn't mind being with a much younger man with a little extra, you know..."

"Vigor?" she smiled.

"That too."

Her fingers went from simply caressing me softly, to wrapping themselves around my entire shaft and giving me a good squeeze, which sent a jolt down my body.

"So what's your answer going to be mister? Are you interested in making love to your mother? Or am I going to have to save these fingers of mine for myself later?"

I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck the way she did to me earlier, and I bent forward to give her a kiss. It wasn't the quick touch of the lips like she gave me, but a kiss which showed love and compassion. It was wet and sensual, and both of our tongues found themselves wrestling against each other in our mouths.

"Does that answer your question?" I replied.

She smiled and gripped my erection even tighter. "Yes. Yes it does. God, I can't believe this is actually going to happen. My own son of all people..."

I touched her soft breasts for the first time and gently pinched both of her erect brown nipples and played with them. We briefly kissed again.

"Son or not, this feels right. You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

"How should we start?" she asked.

"Sit down on the couch. I want you to spread your legs for me."

A shy expression crept over her face and she tried to hold it in. It was as if she was a virgin who heard a dirty word for the very first time. But she wasn't a virgin and she wasn't about to hear dirty things. She was my mother and we were about to have our first sexual encounter together.




Compulsion



Once she sat down, she did as I asked and spread her legs open for me. The look on her face showed that she didn't know what to expect until I got down on my knees in front of her.

"Are you going to perform oral sex on me?" she asked in a state of disbelief. 

"Has it been a long time for that too?"

She nodded. "Dave isn't a very big fan of doing it. Neither was your father when we were still together. I'm so nervous I feel like I'm going to lose my virginity all over again."

I pressed my hands on her thighs and rubbed her legs. "Good. This is supposed to be special right?"

My hands continued rubbing her thighs and made their way up to her crotch. I examined her vagina and was mesmerized by how beautiful it was. Her labia was dark brown and protruded at just the right amount. But what was most eye catching was seeing her clitoris swell and the pink area of her vaginal opening start to release clear fluids. She was aroused alright.

I leaned forward to give her womanhood a nice kiss, feeling her pubic hairs against my lips. My hands were still on her thighs and I felt her twitch, so I did it again and again until she was used to it. Once her movement stopped, I stuck my tongue out and gave each side of her labia a nice long lick, which she reacted to. Then finally, I stuck my tongue inside of her vagina and she let out a sharp moan. 

"Oh my god..." she gasped. "Whatever you're doing, don't stop."

Hearing my prudish mother's sexual pleadings only motivated me to suck and lick her vagina even harder. Her fluids filled my mouth and I couldn't help but notice how good she tasted. I looked up at her while I continued my oral service to see her eyelids squeezed shut and her hands squeezing each of her small breasts and pinching her large brown nipples.

"I'm ready," she suddenly said. "I'm on the verge of an intense orgasm and I want you inside me already."

I patted her on the leg, "Come on, lay on the floor."

After I stood up, I did the gentlemanly thing and extended my hand for her to hold to help lift her. But to my delight, she took my hand to get off the couch and immediately dropped to her knees to orally please me. As great as it felt, the thing that grabbed my attention the most was the surreal sight of my throbbing cock in her pretty little mouth.

After a few seconds later, she spit out my cock and said, "I hope you don't mind but I'd like to return this oral reciprocation another time. I'm in desperate need of making love."

"I'm sure we can work that out later," I smiled.

She smiled back and she laid down on the carpet. Her eyes never left me and she watched me climb on top of her, kissing her after I pressed my weight down.

"I bought this rug for Dave and I when I first moved in here," she said in between kisses. "We were so close to getting married. So it's especially hard to believe that I'm currently laying naked on it with my son on top of me."

I gave her a few more kisses. "You're a woman with needs. If he's not willing to take care of them, then someone else has to. And it might as well be me. You deserve it mom."

"Do you really want to have sex with me? My vagina is the place where you came from after all," she said with a hint of shyness.

"That makes it even more special doesn't it?" 

Her eyes lit up when I said that, and then she reached down to guide to tip of penis towards the open entrance of womanhood.

"You're right, it does make it more special," she said. "And this is our special day. Now give me an experience I'll never forget."

I pushed my hips down and I penetrated my mother. She felt warm, comfortable, and dripping wet; everything a real woman is supposed to feel like. After I went all the way in, I pulled back and did the same thing again, forming a nice rhythm.

"Oh god..." she moaned with her eyes wide open. "This feels so good."

Her legs wrapped around me tighter and her hands squeezed my back. I'm no stranger to good sex, but actually screwing my own mother was the best thing I had ever experienced. The depraved and lust filled look which filled her eyes showed that she agreed and felt the same way. Both of our heart rates skyrocketed as I continued pounding her thin body.

She suddenly tapped my shoulder to get me to stop. "Wait, I have an idea. Turn around, lie on your back."

I had no idea what she had planned, but with the excitement in her eyes and the lust in her voice, I knew it would be good, so I did what she said. Once I turned to my back, my mother climbed on top of me with my cock still inside of her, and she straddled me in the 'cowgirl' position.

"I had no idea you would be interested this position," I noted to my mother.

"We'll see," she said with her voice filled with curiosity and heavy breathing. "I've always wanted to take charge during sex, now here's my opportunity. Another piece of memory I'll take with me. So where did we leave off..."

She placed both hands on my chest and slowly started to rock her hips back and forth. I missed the closeness we shared with me being right on top of her with our faces just inches away from each other, but that feeling was immediately replaced with the erotic sight of my mother's hair waving back and forth. And as she picked up her pace, I got to see her small breasts jiggle in front of me with her large brown nipples being as hard as they possibly could.

Beads of sweat formed around her face, as did mine. She squeezed my chest harder and I squeezed her thighs tighter. Both of moans and breathing became louder. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, and suddenly her back arched and I could feel her legs shivering on top of me. She was having an orgasm.

"Oh my god...Oh my god...I'm cumming...."

Her face was pointed upwards and her hips kept gyrating in short movements while she entered a state of sexual bliss. It was an amazing sight to witness, and it felt equally as amazing feeling a slight rush of fluids gush from inside of her body onto mine.

It didn't take long for me to reach my climax as I shot spurt after spurt of my cum deep inside of her womb, while I squeezed her hips tightly.

When it was over, she collapsed on top of me. Her long hair covered my chest, and I could feel her face and her breasts on my skin while we tried to calm down and make sense of everything.

"Thank you," she said a few minutes later. "Thank you for this. I'll never forget it. And I'll always have this memory of us even after I leave tomorrow."

I rubbed my hands through her hair and back. "No, thank you. I've had this fantasy since I was young. And you know that fantasies rarely come true. I'm glad this one did."

She gave me a kiss on the check and then on my lips. "You're so sweet."

"Do you think we'll get to do this again in the future? Or is this a one time thing? I would understand if you wouldn't want to or if you meet somebody else over there, but I think this feels right between us."

"We'll see," she said as she rested her head back on my chest. "I was never very good at predicting the future. And I certainly never could have predicted that this would ever happen when I gave birth to you all those years ago. But for now, let's just enjoy this moment."

"So...do you plan on telling Dave that we had sex in his living room?" I asked in a joking manner.

She looked up at me and smiled, "Are you kidding? I'm going to tell him every last detail about what we did just now. Trust me, his right hand will have plenty to do for the next several months. It's still fairly early in the morning, so who knows, maybe we can give him more stories to think about."

The End



Compulsion



Urges

After the accident Megan found her life changed in many small ways. The head trauma meant she had to relearn a few basic abilities, like how to concentrate and how to actively remember things that came as second nature once before. These small changes affected her life in all manner of ways. 

One particular change however had much greater impact on her life. 

Megan discovered she had a powerful, profound desire to suck cock.

All day long it churned in her mind, constantly distracting her. Every man she met she wondered what his cock looked, smelled and tasted like. It was terrible. Old men, younger men, married or tragically disfigured she didn't seem to care, all she wanted was the comforting feeling of an erect penis filling her mouth or sliding between her lips. 

Before her car accident she didn't particularity care about oral sex, receiving or giving. She didn't dislike it, but the feeling of a penis between her lips was no more exciting than any other sex act.

Now however she found that the only time she felt totally calm, totally safe was with a man's member in her mouth. 

It was tied directly to a powerful new anxiety she woke up with after returning from a coma. 

The anxiety was that she wasn't real, that she didn't exist. 

The very concept terrified her beyond reason. 

It came from a paranoia that she might still be in the coma.

Her coma had lasted two weeks. When she woke up she discovered that her family had flown into town to sit vigil beside her bed. The doctor told her she would have some issues for a time, but that doing physiotherapy and mental exercises would probably bring her all the way back to normal. 

Too humiliated to speak of it, Megan didn't mention her desire to suck cock. She didn't tell her best friend, her mother or her sister. It churned in her mind, tied to this fear she had whenever she was alone.

If a male friend came to visit she had to bite her tongue not to beg him to show her his cock. Unfortunately she didn't have a boyfriend so she couldn't satisfy her needs with a lover. She was too shy, embarrassed and groggy to flirt with her friends and perhaps relieve this aching need.

Megan was attractive, in a girl next door sort of way. She had sandy blonde hair that got bright gold in Summer. Her eyes were bright blue, her skin pale, translucent when she wasn't tanned, but golden when she was. 

Standing five foot two she was small and petite and no-one believed she was twenty seven. 

Megan was thin, almost frail some would say. Her hips were narrow and her breasts a small A cup with delicate, tight nipples. Her belly was flat and her bum round and firm, but compact.

On any given day she was told by any number of people she should eat more. Yet Megan loved food. Always had. She had a very sensitive sense of taste and enjoyed savouring interesting flavours. So she didn't have an eating disorder, she simply had a very fast metabolism. It had slowed before the accident and she had begun to gain some weight finally, but her coma shed that. 

Physical rehabilitation was hard. Her body wasn't broken, but her mind's connection to it was. And she felt extreme anxiety. At any moment Megan felt she would collapse under the weight of her fears. She put on a brave face, but underneath it all was the underlying sensation that she didn't exist, that no-one knew she was there and that she was utterly alone.

Prior to the accident Megan had been a bit of a loner with many acquaintances but few close friends. She had simply been comfortable being on her own, but no longer. Now solitude terrified her. It was a slow mounting terror that took hours to manifest so it had taken a long time to understand the source.

It took even longer to associate the deep desire she had to see, touch and taste every man's cock with her fear. But when she did, when she understood that the best way to feel connected to someone was to have them inside her mouth... then her need to suck cock grew even more 

profound.

The first time she gave in to this new compulsion was with her physical therapist. After an hour of intense physical exercise, trying to push her body back into the shape she had had before, Megan found her need to see what Seth's penis looked like got so intense that she simply asked him.

"Can I see your penis?" The words were uttered before she could stop her mouth from speaking such obscenity.

His blank, shocked stare alerted her to the fact that she had spoken out loud this time. 

"I apologize. I shouldn't have said that. I just can't stop wondering what your cock looks like." She gaped at him. "I didn't mean to say that either. Oh god I am so embarrassed."

He looked at her for a long time, and Megan realized he was considering it. Once more she spoke before thinking.

"I'm grateful for the work you are doing with me, and I would like to show my gratitude. If you like I could suck you off. No pressure. I'm not going to stalk you or anything, I just want to do something nice for you. And me."

Saying it gave her more of a thrill than she ever would have thought it would. And his face seemed to be open to the idea, even if he wasn't speaking.

"I won't get you in trouble. I'll be as discrete as you want."

Seth just reached out and took her hand and led her from the gym to the shower room. He took her into one of the individual stalls for cleaning up and closed the curtain behind her as she squeezed into the moist stall with him.

Megan found her body trembling with need as her desire was manifesting. 

Seth was a big, strong man, fit and sculpted from years of body building. Megan was usually indifferent to big muscular men, but Seth was so well sculpted and so kind and gentle that she found him even more sexy than other men his size. 

Crammed into the small space with him she suddenly felt weak with sexual desire, his body driving her wild. 

Dropping eagerly to her knees in the small space she pulled down his short's elastic waistband and exposed his semi-hard cock. It was average sized, she supposed, but today it seemed absolutely perfect. 

Taking it in her hand she aimed it at her mouth and took it between her lips.

The second his shaft rested on her tongue she climaxed. 

She had never cum so fast, and certainly not without a lot of stimulation. Yet just having his partially hard cock in her mouth set her off. The powerful climax made her shiver with lust and gush fluid into her panties. 

As soon as her orgasm faded she began to work her mouth over his throbbing manhood. Nothing had ever felt as sexually charged as this illicit encounter. Slavishly devouring his member Megan swallowed him as deep as she could and pulled him all the way out to lick him up and down. She couldn't stop changing what she was doing, each change made her hornier, she couldn't get enough of his cock. 

Then she lowered her mouth and slurped on his balls, loving the weight of them on her tongue and thrilled to have his soaking wet shaft resting on her cheek. She rubbed her face all around his pole and smeared her own saliva around her skin. His sweaty smell had her clit tingling and she began to touch herself with one hand as she stroked his length with her other hand, her lips exploring every inch of his dong. 

Her desperate fingers worked under her shorts and panties to find her slippery opening. Frantically she rubbed her burning clit in a circular motion, making her body quake with desire.

Once more she took his length into her mouth and bobbed her head all along his shaft. Seth was moaning and his hips humped his member into her soft mouth.

Megan couldn't believe what she was doing. Even with her long term boyfriend in college, when she experimented with all manner of kinks, she wouldn't do anything publicly, but now knowing that at any moment she could be caught only added more to the erotic power of this moment. 

Once more she began to cum, less powerfully, but over and over again as his cock pushed into her mouth and her finger worked her button Seth began to take over the pace of the blow-job and Megan passively opened her mouth for him as he fucked her face. 

A few moments passed while she opened herself to his activity and she rubbed her burning clit. His balls slapped her chin lewdly and Megan loved how perverted it felt. 

When Seth started to fuck her face harder and faster Megan found herself craving his cum desperately. She worked her hand up and down his dripping wet shaft and wriggled her tongue over his knob frantically. 

When he finally spilled his precious juice onto her tongue she instantly climaxed. Her brain seized with pleasure as her mouth filled with sperm. Light exploded behind her eyes and she lost awareness of where and who she was. All she could think about was the thick hot fluid she gathered in her mouth. It felt slippery, thick and tasted of salt and chemical, thrilling her. 

More and more spunk coated her mouth and Megan's body clenched with need and passion as she relished the spill of semen. 

Then, all too soon, his orgasm ended and Seth pulled out of her mouth too sensitive to handle anymore of her ministrations. 

As she swallowed his cum she continued to climax as the thick juice oozed down her throat salaciously. 

When it was all gone Megan gazed at the glistening, shrinking penis dangling before her face and shuddered with passion. She wanted more, but restrained herself. 

Seth tucked himself back into his shorts and Megan sat back on her haunches, her brain tingling inside her skull. She had never felt more satisfied after an orgasm in her life, and she hadn't even been touched by her lover. 

Looking up at him from her vulnerable position Megan thanked Seth.

"That was great. Thank you. Did you like it?"

"That was easily the best blow-job I have ever had." He grinned down at her. "Anytime you want to show your gratitude I would be more than willing to accept."

Megan smiled an embarrassed smile because she knew she most certainly would do that for him anytime. It felt far too good not to. 

Her rehabilitation went by very quickly, each session she worked hard pushing herself further than she would have thought possible while her mind was preoccupied with the need to taste Seth's cock as soon as she could. 

Bit by bit she grew stronger and even surpassed her fitness from before the accident. 

And after each grueling therapy session she went into the shower with Seth and went to her knees before him and gave him her thanks. 

Megan cherished the feeling of his cock on her tongue, his balls on her chin and her throat filled to gagging with his knob. This was the only time the tension, anxiety and fear from her accident completely went away. When his cum coated her tongue she felt utterly safe and at peace with the world. 

But after a few months her therapy was done. 

She had to find a new way to feel comforted. 

She needed to find a new cock to suck.

Compulsion

By this time she was home from the hospital and had reconnected with her friends and her old life. Most things were more or less normal, but all her male friends had something she wanted. They all owned penises. 

Megan wanted to taste them, to feel the weight of their cocks in her mouth, their testicles on her chin. Each and every conversation she had with her male friends was distracting as she wondered what their cocks looked like. 

Constantly the urge to cup their packages, to feel their size, swamped her ability to focus. Passing it off as being a result of the accident Megan earned sympathy from all as she struggled to cope with life after her trauma.

Once Seth was no longer available as her trainer she had to make a choice... Continue seeing him on the side, which had implications she couldn't handle: A regular boyfriend was too challenging. She actually didn't know Seth well, and didn't feel like they were compatible. 

Plus he had never so much as touched her sexually. Their whole affair he had been content to let her pleasure him, but did nothing for her. Megan hadn't required it of him, her climaxes from sucking on him were more than enough, but did she want a man who cared so little for her pleasure as a full time lover? No.

The other options were taking lovers from among the men she already knew or find a new one traditionally, or... Have sex with strangers. It all terrified her.

What would a man think of her need for cock? Could she reveal her compulsion? Would it ever go away?

A week after things ended with Seth, Megan was feeling particularly anxious. A sense of impending doom settled over her. Life seemed fragile and her sense of well-being precarious. More than food, or shelter or even love Megan wanted a cock in her mouth to sooth her anxiety.

She found herself picking up her phone and scrolling through the contacts looking for a man she could blow.

Over and over she denied herself that release, setting the phone down and trying to distract herself.

Finally she found herself already calling Gavin, a guy she knew peripherally. The phone was ringing when she realized she was calling him to ask him over for sex. It was terrifying that she didn't remember dialing, her body did it without her conscious will.

Just as she was going to hang up and call a psychologist Gavin answered.

"Hello?"

"Um... Hi Gavin. This is Megan, Megan Van Dorn. Do you remember me?"

"Of course! How are you? I heard you had a car accident! I think I saw on Facebook that you were in intense physio, or something."

"Yeah. It's been crazy. That is sort of why I'm calling. I need a little manly help, if you can come to a damsel in distress' aid."

"Oh, sure. Of course."

"Are you busy?"

"Now?"

Megan felt herself blushing furiously. This was a humiliating conversation. Asking for help of a near stranger was bad enough, but this was a pretext for sex, and the deception was worse than simply asking for help.

"If you can't I understand, it's really random and out of the blue."

"Actually, you caught me at a good time. I don't have any plans for the afternoon; I was just sit-ting here wondering what to do with myself. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just you. I'll text you my address so you have it."

"Okay, sounds good. See you soon."

They said goodbye and Megan hung up and began to freak out. 

"What the Holy Fuck am I doing!?" She screamed into her empty apartment. As she ran to the bathroom to shower Megan had a long elaborate conversation with herself. In her head she questioned everything about herself, even as she showered, shaved her legs, armpits and pubic hair, then did her hair and makeup, dressed in her best underwear and matching bra, put on a cute, sexy summer dress and generally behaved as if she were going on a regular date with a hot guy.

Gavin was fine looking, and nice enough, from what she knew, but he wasn't her type, and there had never been any spark between them. She just knew he was single and she didn't care if he thought she was insane or a slut or anything. He was essentially disposable as far as her regular life went. Thus, he was safe to try and seduce.

When he arrived she had wine and a few snacks laid out, all as if this were a romantic night of seduction, not a perverted, desperate ploy to satisfy a sexual compulsion, which it was.

When he arrived his expression was shocked as he took in her sexy look. 

They made small talk and she told him about the accident, a story she had told many times, and it eased her, but the tension in her body, the need to suck Gavin's cock grew every passing moment. 

Gavin commented "This is great, catching up like this, but I have to say... I was a little shocked that you called. It's been a while."

"I know, it was pretty random..." Megan trailed off awkwardly still not sure how to proceed, and distracted by her need.

"So... What can I help you with?"

There. He'd asked bluntly and she had no way to put it off any longer.

"Well... Something happened to me after the accident. Something strange that I don't know how to explain. It's pretty embarrassing."

Gavin looked compassionate and eager to help, and her mouth was practically watering to taste sperm so she just let the words fall out. "Ever since the accident I've been having anxiety, of a sort. Not much can calm me down. It's irrational and insane but only one thing helps me feel grounded again..."

He looked at her patiently, giving her all the time she needed.

"I...can I suck your cock? Please."

He shook his head as if the question was a slap. Then his expression went from shocked to confused.

"I want to suck your cock. It helps me feel... Calm... Normal, sort of. It's crazy, I know, but it is the only way I can settle my nerves. Nothing else works. I understand if you don't want to. You hardly know me, but... I need this."

"Are you serious?" He asked. "I mean if this is a joke, I guess I don't get it..."

"No. It's not a joke. I wish it were. I'm crawling out of my skin here. This is humiliating to have to do, but it really is the only thing that makes me feel human again."

Gavin looked her up and down, looked at the wine and the platter of snacks and blew air be-tween his lips as if he were taking on a big task. "I'm not sure how to proceed, or what to say..."

"Don't say anything. If you want a blow-job, just sit back and let me do it. If you don't, you can leave and we never have to speak of this again."

Gavin made eye contact and held it, clearly appraising Megan's mental state.

The need in her for cock was so overwhelming that Megan chose not to let him leave without a serious attempt to get what she needed. She got up and came to him, kneeling in front of him and pressing her hand to his chest pushing him so he relaxed against the back of the couch.

Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she undid his belt and zipper and pulled his jeans open to reveal his underwear. 

Gavin let her do all of this, so Megan felt more confident that she was going to get her medicine.

Without looking at his face she pulled his waistband and tugged his pants down. Lifting his hips Gavin helped her strip him and she exposed his cock where it lay soft in his lap.

The moment she saw it Megan felt her tension dissipating. Laying an eager cheek atop his shaft she snuggled the smooth flesh and felt a calmness spreading along her spine and her fearful need turning to desire. 

Unable to wait any longer Megan took the flaccid shaft into her mouth and began to suckle him. Even a soft cock felt soothing in her mouth. Sighing around the flesh in her mouth Megan began to suck softly, urging him to become hard.

Urging blood to flow into his member Megan lightly tickled him with her tongue while caressing him with her lips. With one hand she cupped his balls and gently massaged them. Moaning softly she relished the feel of man flesh inside her face. Calm radiated out from his cock spreading along her nervous system bringing peace to her tense body.

Doubt lingered in the back of her mind and part of her felt anguish as she understood fully that the easiest way to assuage her feelings of anxiety really was to simply have a cock in her mouth. 

As Gavin grew hard under her ministrations she recalled her near indifference to him in the past. He simply hadn't registered on her sexual radar until now. That was in part why she had called him particularity. She had hoped this exercise would fail, but as his cock grew to its full size and her mouth drooled saliva over his hard shaft she clearly felt safer feeling manhood so close, filling her face, almost gagging her.

Knowing this was irrational and probably not healthy she began to blow him in earnest, raising and lowering her mouth over him while caressing him with her lips. 

Using her mouth like a vagina she fucked Gavin sensually, easing her lips down over his knob all the way down his shaft until her lips brushed his pubic hair and his head nudged the back of her throat. Opening wide she swallowed his tip a little and he groaned appreciatively. 




Compulsion



Then she drew her mouth back up along his hard pole running her tongue all along the bottom of his cock tasting him fully. 

Whatever her misgivings were, Megan performed as best she could, giving him the most pleasurable blowjob she was able to provide. 

The feelings of serenity that brought quiet to her otherwise fearful being were so welcome that Megan felt she would do anything for Gavin, or rather Gavin's cock. That was truly where her gratitude lay. Right on his cock. 

Megan lavished all her appreciation on the totem of manhood in her mouth. She slurped and sucked and stroked it. Loving it with all her heart Megan praised this warm flesh, happy to have it near making her feel so much better than she had all week.

Lifting her mouth from his tip she began to lap his balls, stroking her tongue all over the mobile sack, sucking the firm orbs into her mouth appreciatively.

Gavin moaned and humped his hips up at her while she bathed his nuts wetly with her happy tongue. 

Stroking him faster Megan began to feel deep arousal now. Her warm feelings of contentment gave way to profound lust. She needed to fuck this cock with her face. She wanted hard activity the way Seth had used her mouth. So she once more returned her mouth to his cock and took him deep, sucking him hard and fast. 

Gavin grunted as she changed the pace. Her head bobbed up and down and she hungrily gob-bled his manhood. Spittle drizzled over him as she took him deep and oozed saliva over his en-tire length. 

This cock was all she wanted in her world. Having it her mouth was bliss, but his cum filling her, coating her tongue would be beyond wonderful. 

Stroking him with mouth and hand she worked him over, waggling her tongue all over his shaft and knob as she pulled back. Gavin began to fuck her face harder, meeting her energy and rhythm and Megan felt her orgasm building deep inside. 

Her hand slipped down below the hem of her dress, pulled aside her tiny panties and began to, frig her burning clit. 

Masturbating herself she worked over Gavin's throbbing cock and she knew soon she would get her reward. His body trembled, his breath became ragged and he hissed when she began to focus on his cockhead with her mouth. 

Stroking her hand up and down rapidly she jacked him into her mouth as she brought them both closer, and closer to climax. 

When he spurted his first jet of sperm over her tongue she cried out and began to clench with her own powerful orgasm. 

Not relenting in the slightest she continued working them both over, her hands a blur on his shaft and between her own legs as cum filled her mouth and her body had spasms of pleasure. 

Both his hands gripped her head tight as he held on for dear life. 

Megan was a woman possessed. Her need for cum impelled her to pump his pole for every drop of the precious fluid but there was only so much available.

When his orgasm ended she sucked and sucked, still stroking him and he shuddered with sensitivity.

His hands tightened in her loose hairs and soon he pulled trying to get her to stop,

"Megan. Megan! Enough! Hahahah jeezus, I can't cum anymore!" 

She gasped as she pulled up off him, then she swallowed his thick load and had an even more powerful orgasm as the viscous fluid oozed down her throat lasciviously. 

Then the spell was broken. 

Utterly calm for the first time in a week Megan knelt before Gavin and felt her tension released fully. 

She sighed relieved and leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock and laid her head in his lap contentedly.

"That's was incredible." Gavin whispered. "I don't know what is going on with you. I hope that was okay to do. I'm not sure, but you were great. Amazing. By far the best I've ever had. Thank you."

She didn't raise her head to look at his face; instead she gazed with half lidded eyes at his cock as it slowly lowered before her into a restful state.

Gavin sighed releasing tension and Megan felt gratitude that he didn't judge her. 

Savouring the flavour of his semen she licked her lips and tasted her tongue, loving the sperm still there. Why wasn't there more of it? She wondered. 

Soon he grew restless and she lifted her head to look at him.

"Is there anything else... Do you need... More?" He inquired.

"Could you cum again, do you think?" She asked shyly.

"If you did that again? No doubt. But what about you? Do you want me to return the favour, or do you want to fuck?"

Her eyebrows lowered as she pondered his question. 

Surprisingly it hadn't occurred to her to screw him, but she was so calm and horny she most definitely wanted to.

As an answer to his question she reached down and lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Tossing it aside she reached back and unclasped her bra. Revealing her small breasts to a man she hardly knew made her feel vulnerable once more. Even though his cock had been in her mouth moments before she was shy about him looking at her body all of a sudden.

"Holy shit, you are hot. Way hotter than I thought, or remembered... Um. Shit I apologize, that was rude."

Laughing at his earnestness Megan said "It's fine. I probably look different. I've been working out a lot with physio." 

As she said it she knew she did look different. Looking down at herself and seeing her body through another's eyes she saw that she was fit, toned and almost athletic looking. She smiled as she tried to imagine a world where she was sexy and desirable. 

Looking up at Gavin's face she saw that this might well be the world she lived in.

His reaction encouraged her so she stood and pulled off her panties, suddenly eager to show off her freshly shaven slit. 

Gavin gaped at her as she posed in front of him. She sucked in her already flat tummy and stood on her tip-toes, sticking out her bum and her tits all more or less unconsciously. She knew she was doing it, but it was simply what one did when naked. Even when she was alone.

Gavin stood up and kissed her for the first time. It was weird kissing him, having never done so, while worrying that he would taste his own sperm on her lips. 

He didn't seem to mind. His mouth explored hers while his hands roamed her body making her even more wet anticipating his fingers finding her pussy and delving inside. 

As their mouths devoured one another their hands groped and kneaded whatever flesh they could find. When his palms pressed over her small breasts she moaned into his mouth hungrily. 

Dropping once more to her knees Megan began to suck on his cock again while pushing off his pants and underwear. Gavin helped, pulling his feet out of his pants while taking off his shirt.

When he was stripped Megan pushed him back onto the couch and crawled up after him. Squatting over his lap she reached between them and grabbed his erection aiming it at her slick opening. 

For a few moments Megan teased them both by running the head of Gavin's cock up and down her dripping wet groove. Each time his tip slid over her clit she twitched from the intensity of the stimulation.

Unable to wait any longer she impaled herself on his cock and settled her weight onto his thighs filling herself with his cock. 

Immediately she felt the beginnings of an orgasm thrill along her nerves. Beginning to lift herself up and down on his manhood Megan fucked Gavin, moving her pussy over his cock the way she had her mouth; slowly, seductively and erotically.

Undulating her body over him sensuously Megan put on a show for Gavin, enjoying the way he was staring at her with such unmitigated lust. He reached up and began to knead her breasts making her moan as pleasure ignited on her chest.

As he pulled on her nipples she felt a sympathetic tingle in her clit. Her skin burned with passion. Her breathing became short and she gasped each time she ground down onto his cock the feeling of being filled was so intense. Not an ounce of anxiety slithered around her mind; she was wholly absorbed with joining with Gavin. 

Soon Megan couldn't hold back her pleasure and she cried out, "I'm going to cum." Gavin squeezed her breasts hard and drove himself up into her and sent her off on an explosive climax. "Fuck. I'm cumming!" She grunted and did so over and over as Gavin took over the movement of their bodies. 

Being only a hundred pounds Megan was easy to move around for a grown man, and Gavin took advantage of that by lifting her up and spinning while still lodged deep inside her cunt. He threw them both onto the other end of the couch and lay on top of her. Megan was still mid-orgasm and could do nothing to either stop him or help. 

Grabbing her behind the knees he lifted her legs high and pressed them down onto her shoulders. He then began to pound down, driving his cock deeper inside her than she had yet felt him. This prolonged, heightened and intensified her orgasm. 

Megan wailed as her pleasure peaked even higher than before making her cum so hard she quaked from head to toe. Every stab of his cock sent another wave of delight along her nerves.

Megan was delirious with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mind was fogged by a chemical dump of pure euphoria. 

Gavin hammered away at her pussy while it spasmed with endless orgasms.

Long moments passed while Megan came again and again. Then she suddenly felt hollow as Gavin pulled out. She opened her eyes in time to see him moving toward her head aiming his cock at her mouth. Opening wide she instinctively took his cock in and began to suck.

The musky flavour of her own vagina filled her mouth and it made her cum once more the taste was so lewd and sexually charged. Relishing this new taste while it brought her to another debilitating climax she was unprepared for the gush of spunk that soon followed. 

Gavin pushed his cock deep into her face and unleashed his jism on her tongue. His load was thick and delicious and mingled with her own tang made a stew of pure eroticism in her mouth.

Megan trembled as her body was ravished by pure lust. Her climax went on and on as sperm filled her mouth, then trickled down her throat. She slurped and sucked Gavin and let his cum ooze around in her mouth soaking in. 

When he pulled out she lay still, crumpled and quaking with aftershocks, his sperm dribbling down her throat. 

Megan had never felt so utterly gratified sexually. Her body was warm and flushed, loose limbed and glowing with delight.

No fear lurked anywhere inside. 

When she finally caught her breath and regained control of her body she looked over at Gavin where he slumped on the sofa beside her.

"That was amazing." She gasped. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." He chuckled. "Literally."

Gazing lovingly at his cock Megan knew she wasn't done. She wanted to taste more cum. His penis looked adorable where it lay glistening on his lap, still semi-hard.

"I need more cum. Think you can give it to me?" She asked as she scrambled clumsily off the couch to put her mouth near that glorious appendage.

He looked dubious. But she shut him up by placing her mouth over his semi-hard tip and once more urging him to fullness with her mouth. 

This time took longer and she was less feverish. She took her time working him over and enjoying the feeling of him in her mouth. Slowly she brought him to fullness and then gently she massaged him with her mouth. 

Even now, with her anxiety abated, she cherished having him in her mouth. Lovingly she sucked him off until once more the passion grew until they were both at a fever pitch and she was on the cusp of climax. 

Megan felt her orgasm close and yet Gavin wasn't cumming. Making a choice she let herself climax, as a reward for having to degrade herself like this. 

Her orgasm was small and personal but wonderful none-the-less. Her fingers danced over her tingling clit and she trembled from head to toe as she once more climaxed. 

Not missing a stroke she continued to suck Gavin's cock, and when she was done cumming she put more effort in bringing him to the same place she had just been. 

When he came she did too, but it was even smaller than ever. 

His load cascaded over her tongue and she swirled the spunk around her mouth and over his knob as he spilled a small load onto her grateful appendage.

This time she didn't swallow right away. She let his jism soak into her mouth, spreading it around inside her cheek, over her teeth, and slowly letting some of it dribble down her throat in dribs and drabs. 

Once more Gavin had to beg her to stop, but her fever was broken and she released him with a laugh.

Now her mouth was filled with his flavour and she was as content as she had ever been with a long term lover. 

There was a moment of awkwardness as Gavin tried to determine what to do next.

"Listen," she said. "I don't know what is happening to me, but this helped a whole bunch. I'm very grateful. But I'm not looking for a boyfriend, or even a lover really. I clearly need this type of activity to feel normal, but I do feel normal now, thank you. I'll work on not making this a habit, but I'd be willing to suck you anytime you want, but you don't owe me anything. If you don't like this, or want to stop for any reason that is fine. It's sort of medicinal for me, not emotional, y'know?"

Gavin was quiet for a moment, looking down at where she knelt her face still inches from his softening penis. The view must have been odd considering what she was saying, she knew, but it was the truth for her.

"Well first off- I'm a dude, I like having my cock sucked, and you do it really well. You are super cute and a pretty great person from what I can tell so... I'd be an idiot not to want more... But I can't guarantee I won't developed feelings for you. If you are sure you don't want a boyfriend, I don't know how long I can keep this up. I've never been one for casual sex. But... Jeez, this was great. But I feel a little guilty... Like I'm taking advantage of some illness or something."

"Okay. I get that. Actually that's pretty cool of you to say. Let me sit with it, okay?"

"Sure."

He stood and put his cock away, and the second it went out of sight she felt a tremor of fear. She was able to shove it away, but it worried her that she could feel that only moments after having him in her mouth. How bad was this? Was this what addiction felt like?

They hugged awkwardly and said goodbye and he left.

Was this her life now? Awkward, guilt ridden exchanges with men she hardly knew? That was no life? 

But could she tell her doctor about it? The shame made her throat tighten just thinking about it.

"Doctor I suck cock and fuck men I hardly know to make me feel safe?" 

It sounded stupid and crazy to her. Would they medicate her and make her numb to the rest of her life?

But maybe anti-anxiety medication would help. 

She sat curled on her sofa, right where Gavin had been, the spot still warm from his body. She could look up Anxiety and find out if anyone else felt like she did. Maybe this was common.

Exhibitionism

Two days later her searches proved futile. There were similar themes but nothing she could find specifically related to how she felt.

And in those two days she felt a mounting tension. Each moment she found herself alone she felt less and less in control, more afraid, detached and remote from those around her. 

The craving for cock was coming back. 

Megan was still not able to go back to work, her doctor deemed her mental state too precarious, and so she found herself with far too much time on her hands. She was done official physio-therapy but she was enjoying the way she felt and looked so she was keeping up with the exercising. It was giving her confidence in her body, and the way Gavin had looked at her sure helped. 

She splurged and went bikini shopping. 

Feeling bold she bought a bathing suit she would never have had the courage to wear last year. It was a tiny set of triangles that just barely covered the areas they were supposed to cover. There were strings on the hips attaching the two small pieces of cloth to her each other as they more or less covered her butt and sex. Other tiny scraps covered her nipples and most of her small breast tissue, but any amount of moving around and the swells of her mounds popped out the side or bottom. 

It was sexy, slutty, pink and perfect. 

Next stop was the roof of her apartment building with a towel, sunscreen and a drink. The roof was tar paper covered with wooden slats for walking on. Her building was eight stories tall and had a clear area around it to the west so it got great afternoon sun. 

There were lots of others buildings that overlooked her roof so she hardly came up here. Now she was counting on those other buildings to provide her with potential lovers.

In the back of her mind it was the building being built right next door to the north that interested her. There were usually a dozen men working over there and the building was now past ten floors. That should give her lots of men to show off for. And if not, there was an office building to the east that always had a lot of windows free of blinds to let in the bright Summer sun. 

Laying out her towel she picked a spot over near the construction side. Putting on a seductive show she lathered herself in sunscreen while peeking from behind her mirrored sunglasses. 

The men that could see her, there were four on one floor and a couple on the top. They all stopped what they were doing and stared at her as she smoothed the thick lotion over her legs, arms, belly and chest. 

She lay down and wriggled around getting comfortable knowing each movement was being witnessed by a rapt group of observers.

Then she bathed in both, sunlight and the attention of a group of strangers. 

It was wonderful knowing she was being watched. Even when they went back to work someone was always glancing over at her. This wasn't as good as sucking cock or being fucked, but it helped make her feel real, as if she was being noticed. 

When she was afraid of getting too burned she went back in. During her slow, flirtatious traipse back to the door she felt the eyes of not just the construction workers, but also glancing up, she saw numerous men from the office building watching her stroll across the roof barefoot, nearly naked and kissed pink by the sun. 

Rushing downstairs to her apartment Megan ran to her room which overlooked the office building and she hid behind her curtain looking up at the building to see how many men were looking down.

Here and there she could still see the odd man hoping she would return. A careful count showed her at least seven men gazing down at her roof and one woman. 

Pulling back her curtain, counting on the sun being too bright for them to really see her Megan stripped and stood masturbating while imaging those watchers could see her. 

Her climax was powerful, but did nothing to sweep away her building anxiety. 

She still needed cock.

The next day she returned to the roof and lay out once more. There were just as many men watching from the construction site, but many more observers, of both sexes, in the office tower. 

The hot weather made her perspire, but the watchers made her hot. 

Her fingers itched to stroke her clit, and every time she moved into a different position she took the opportunity to stroke her tits or quickly rub her pussy. 

It only made things worse.

The next day her audience was even bigger but the real news was when a neighbor from her building came up on the roof too. 

He was a young guy, tanned and fit. Skinny but sinewy with muscle. He looked and dressed like a surfer even though this city was landlocked.

When she heard the door open she looked over and saw him staring at her. He waved and looked for a place to hang out on the featureless roof. Seeing none he paced and smoked a skinny cigarette.




Compulsion



At one point the smell wafted her way and she realized it was pot. 

The medication she was on meant she couldn't drink, but she thought she might be able to smoke pot. It might take the edge off her anxiety. She had smoked a few items before, but not much, so she wasn't sure. But it was an excuse to talk to the guy and maybe find a way to suck his cock

"Hey." She called to him. "Can I have some?" She smiled as cute a smile as she knew how and posed, looking as sexy as she could get away with and not be obvious. She hoped it looked seductive. He wandered over taking a long haul and handed her the joint.  

It was half smoked and he grinned down at her where she posed. Taking a small drag Megan inhaled the pungent smoke and felt it warm in her lungs. Before she felt a cough coming on she passed the joint back and let her breath out slowly savouring the funky flavour. 

Two more passes and they exchanged names. He called himself Chico but he was blonde with blue eyes, so wasn't likely his birth name.

When the joint was gone she felt her head grow lighter and her body tingly. Suddenly she felt more horny than she ever had in her life. Chico was cute in a rough, street rat, kind of way and he smelled like patchouli. 

"Thanks I really needed that."

"Any time."

Chico was checking her whole body out, since most of it was on display. His neutral expression made her doubt her allure, but then she glanced past him at the many windows full of people looking down at them and she felt confident that he was likening what he was seeing. 

"No, seriously I needed that. It's sort of medicinal. I really owe you one. Can I do something for you now?"

"I'm good, really it's no big deal. Stuffs cheap." He grinned, clearly trying to be a gentleman about this. 

"Can I tell you how I'd like to pay you back before you say no?"

"Hahaha, sure."

"How about I sit right here and suck your cock for you? Does that sound like a deal?"

Chico laughed for a moment, then sobered as he saw her not laughing. "That's a little above and beyond."

"Not at all. You don't know how badly I needed you to come over here."

"I suppose not. But I don't know if you noticed... but there are a bunch of construction dudes risking life and limb working over there while staring at you. One of those fuckers is going to nail his hand to a two-by-four if you don't stop looking so hot."

"I've been torturing them for three days now. I think they deserve a good show."

"Man. This sounds great, but what's the catch? Things like this don't happen to me."

"Today they do." Once again she had to take the lead and Megan reached out and took hold of the kid's belt and pulled him toward her. 

Taking a hold of his zipper she pulled it down while he glanced all around at their audience.

"Don't look at them, look at me." She said quietly and pulled his cock out of his underwear. She stroked it a little trying to get it hard then she leaned in and took it into her mouth. 

Knowing that dozens of people watched her do this Megan sucked the guys cock slowly and sensually, putting on a show, but also enjoying the taste of him; sweaty and musky but real, human and male. 

Chico tangled his fingers in her hair as she knelt before him, and he pumped slowly in and out of her mouth while her tongue danced over his swelling member. 

Megan heard catcalls and gloved hands applauding from the construction site and she could feel the weight of all those eyes egging her on. She reached up and undid her bikini top and let it fall, baring her beasts. She squirmed around until the office tower could see her tits while she sucked on Chico's now fully erect cock. 

Finally she felt whole again. 

Her fear and anxiety vanished, eclipsed by lust. 

Chico reached down and fondled her right breast and she moaned around his knob. As he massaged her mound she jacked him off into her wet mouth. She focused on the tip for now, really polishing it. Letting her tongue swirl around the end she drew her lips back and forth across the first few inches of his prick. 

He was hissing and working his hips back and forth helping her bring him to orgasm quicker. 

A couple voices reached her from the construction site.

"Fuck ya baby. Suck that dick!"

"Give it to her man!"

"This is awesome!"

Megan basked in the attention not in the least ashamed of her slutty behavior. This felt too good. Knowing so many people saw her was a powerful balm to the wound of feeling like she wasn't really here, that she had died in that accident.

All too soon Chico started to lose rhythm and his breathing became ragged as he approached orgasm. Megan started to take him deep in her throat and work him hard and fast with both her mouth and fist. 

Her free hand dipped down between her legs and under the tiny patch of cloth covering her leaking slit. Frigging her clit she tried to time her orgasm to match Chico's. He gripped her head tight and fought to prolong his pleasure while she struggled to get him off and taste his hot cum. 

Then at last he blasted the back of her throat with his spunk. Megan pulled back and released him from her oral grip. She tilted her face up and let his cum drip onto her outstretched tongue so some of her audience could see his load as she drank it.

Chico took over jacking off and he squeezed the last few drop onto her waiting tongue while the echoes of applause bounced off the surrounding buildings. 

When it seemed he was done Megan took over and slurped him back into her mouth, cleaning every last drop from him. The taste was soothing and she felt relieved to have it. Her body tingled with how close her orgasm had been, but she missed it. She was too distracted by the crowd. 

"Are you a porn star or something?" Chico asked, his breath still ragged from his climax.

"Haha, no. I've just started getting off on this sort of thing lately."

"That's fucking cool." He grinned down at her, her breasts still exposed, gleaming white in the bright sun." I'm having a party tomorrow night if you wanna come. I'm in 4C."

"Awesome." She said, thinking of other young men she could seduce. "What time?"

"Any time after eight I guess." 

"See ya there." She smiled and he tucked away his cock and laughed. 

"Fuckin' eh!"

Chico walked away watching her as long as he could until he bowed a few times toward each of the buildings full of gawkers. 

"Hey baby what about me?!" A voice cried from the construction site. 

Megan looked over and shrugged, lifting her arms in a here-I-am gesture. She couldn't see who called out until a couple guys started pushing him, daring him to come over to her. There was a lot of encouragement but no-one seemed brave enough to come to her building. Megan put on her bikini top and savoured the taste of sperm in her mouth watching the schoolyard antics on the other building. 

When it became clear none of the men was brave enough to come over she packed up her stuff and slowly left the roof, still topless, letting all the eyes on her body fully memorize it, if they hadn't already.

She went to her room and once more stood in the window and rubbed her pussy until she came while watching people gather in the office windows and talk about what she had just done to a total stranger. She came dozens of times as she remembered feeling his cock in her mouth and the breeze on her skin in broad daylight. 

Yet as soon as she satisfied her lust and could cum no more Megan flopped on her bed and a felt deep shame and sadness wash over her. What kind of life was this to lead? She asked her-self. 

She didn't cry. There was no need to feel pity for herself, she enjoyed it while it happened, every salacious detail, but she worried for her future. Who could love a women who did these things? Would she never be able to raise a child because she was compelled to debase herself for the sake of a few moments of physical connection with a man? 

Escalation 

Gavin came over that night and she confessed what she had done, unable to lie to him.

He didn't take it well. He was hurt, admitted it, but told her she didn't do anything wrong. 

"I knew what I was in for here, sort of. You are some kind of nymphomaniac. I'll never be enough, I know that. I'm just part of a bigger picture. It just doesn't feel so hot right now. I'm not used to it." He began to pace, but he laughed. "It's crazy, but I'm totally turned on by it actually. I can't picture it, but it's like it's on my laptop. It's totally hot porn but you really did it. Wow!" 

Megan felt relieved that his hurt was only part of how he felt. That it was something he felt he could get past.

"I really want to fuck you now. It's really awesome picturing your body being looked at by all those people." He came to her and kissed her deeply, possessively and it turned her on, the animalistic urge, the primal claiming of her he was doing. 

Megan was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, nothing fancy, but ones she thought made her look good because she knew he was coming over. Gavin stripped these clothes from her violently, tearing her shirt and hurting her when he pulled her bra from her, but she absolutely loved it. Megan felt intensely alive. Passionately seen, and comforted by his anger. Jealousy meant she was real, tangible and worth strong emotions. It felt amazingly arousing.

They fucked violently, passionately and gymnastically. 

Gavin took her anyway he wished. For long moments he would fuck her one way, pounding into her from behind while she bent over the couch. Next he would pull her to the ground and drive her into the floor holding her ass up as she splayed across the wooden floor.

He flipped her once more and folded her legs over her body and speared her powerfully while holding her hard to the floor. He would make her suck her juices off of him and then take her once more by forcing her into some yoga pose while he absolutely fucked her blind. 

Megan came again and again but Gavin seemed unable to climax. He grew angrier the longer it took. Then on a simple instinct she spoke.

"Oh god Gavin I can't take it. You are fucking the shit out of me. It's too much. You are so good I can't take it." She was gasping out the words and with each phrase he pounded her harder.

"Please I can't take it. I'm cumming too much. It's so intense. Please, please cum and let me stop."

He fucked her faster, absolutely slamming himself into her. It was bruising her cervix and her vulva but it felt absolutely amazing to be fucked so fervidly.

Megan continued to beg him to cum and Gavin began to almost sob from the effort to fuck the living daylights out of her. Then he suddenly hurled himself off of her and grabbed her hair, pulling it so that she would bring her face to his cock. He furiously masturbated over her face and she opened her mouth to catch all his precious cum.

Then he rained jism down over her features. Spattering her cheeks and lips with his spunk he jerked off madly spraying his seed all over her upturned visage. Megan caught some on her outstretched tongue and she let it trickle down into her mouth where she wanted all of it. 

Then abruptly Gavin crammed his prick into her mouth and immediately Megan began to ardently bathe him with her grateful lips and tongue. 

Lapping at his balls she deliriously scoured their entire surface with her tongue. She worshiped his shaft from bottom to top, paying homage to his wounded pride and his powerful skill as a lover. 

When she reached his knob she adored it with her lips and tongue giving all her love and care to this beautiful totem. Using only her mouth, no hands, she slowly, patiently brought Gavin to the brink of orgasm once more. His seed still lay drying on her face from his last load when she had him on the verge of depositing another there.

"Cum on me baby, give it to me.' She whispered, her lips brushing his tip as she murmured her filth. "I deserve to be covered in cum. I'm such a dirty whore." Her tongue flicked out and slipped around his knob. "I'm your little cum slut." She took his head between her lips and swirled her head teasing him. "Cum all over me baby." He took his cock in his hands and began to jack off between her lips. "Give it to me."

The very first words had him grunting with need. The more she spoke the closer he got.

Then as she kissed his knob he began to spray her lips with spooge. He lifted his cock from her mouth and painted her face with the drizzle of semen he had left. 

Oddly the act of being defiled or punished or whatever this was for Gavin, made her super aroused and as he dribbled his jizz onto her she had an orgasm as well. She reached down to prolong it by rubbing her pussy and found herself leaking cum like a faucet. 

Afterwards Gavin tried to apologize. 

"I've never been like that. I should have asked if you were into rough sex, or something. Man I was an animal." 

"I fucking loved it. She assured him. "That was like nothing I've ever experienced. So hot. I'm still totally wet thinking about it. I could fuck all night. You have nothing to apologize for."

He left soon after and she sat in her living room, naked with two loads of cum drying on her face. It felt so debauched and amoral, and was nothing compared to the utter sense of gratification and belonging she felt. There hadn't even been a pang of panic when he left which was usually what happened when she first found herself alone. 

It was euphoria she felt, not anxiety.

Indulgence

The next night was the party at her neighbor Chico's, downstairs. Still dressed in workout clothes from her exercising earlier Megan sat on the roof looking down as people arrived so she could determine what to wear. 

The party goers were young and dressed casually, but sexily. There was a lot of beach like wear; girls in bikini tops and short shorts with a loose shirt thrown over. Or tight jeans and halter tops, with high heeled stilettos and teased out hair. There were a few girls in summer dresses, but most wore shorts. The guys were almost in uniform of long surfer shorts and tank tops. 

Megan wanted to stand out so she chose a little black dress. It had an elastic skirt that hugged her narrow hips and accentuated her newly firmed up butt. It hugged her flat belly then bloomed out into a deep V cowl neck that opened to just above her navel and almost exposed her breasts when she leaned forward. If her breasts were B cups instead of A she would fall right out. 

It was backless and showed the work she was doing in the gym. It was hip, classy but not stuffy at all. And it made her look gorgeous. She let her hair fall loose and did her make-up in shadowy colours to look more sultry and less breezy like the girls she had seen going in. 

When she entered the party she felt the attention as it shifted to look at her. The women were not pleased; she was standing out from the pack, which meant trouble. The men were far more pleased to see someone who was different. 

Chico found her and took the wine she had brought into the kitchen where she followed him. There was a DJ playing at a less-than-eviction-level volume and he was good enough that people were mostly dancing instead of talking making it louder. This clearly wasn't their first party.

Chico got her a wine glass from a high shelf crammed with other things he never used. A cork screw was harder to find and he was often distracted by people coming up to say hi. He was clearly popular but some of the men were using him to meet her. 

She eye fucked a few likely partners and was eye fucked in return. This was going to be a good night, she thought. 

Chico wasn't being possessive so she asked him, "You mind if I shop around?" 

He grinned and said "Be my guest."

Assured that there would be no macho bullshit Megan found a perch and settled in for a bit to people watch, and be seen. She didn't come here to antagonize other women, she just wanted to get laid so she didn't mingle, she let guys come to her. Presumably only single guys would do that, so she was being somewhat considerate. 

Men did come. Many came over to say hi, flirt and ask her to dance. She did dance with many guys. She would give each about fifteen minutes on the floor and she would go back to sip her wine. Getting drunk was not her plan, so the sips were small and well-spaced. She took a few hits off of a bong that was going around and soon felt wonderfully open and horny.

By midnight there were two clear contenders for lover for the night. Deacon was a big Nordic looking fella with a huge beard and long strawberry blond hair. He was built like a giant and laughed loud and long. He wasn't giving up to any man. He latched on to Megan and was going to have her no matter who else tried.

Lucio was a thin, dark Italian looking guy who was gorgeous. He looked like a model. His features were sharp and aquiline and he smoldered. He had this quiet intensity about him. He too wasn't going to take no for an answer. Both men were clearly used to getting what they wanted, but in this case Megan couldn't choose. 

Then it occurred to her... she didn't have to. 

She was dancing, with both men grinding on her body, each trying to outdo the other in being audacious and intimate while keeping it above the clothes. She was so horny from all the rubbing that she was suddenly inspired to have both men at the same time. 

She pulled both men to her by hooking a hand around their necks and drew their faces down to hers. 

"Gentlemen you have got me so fucking hot that I demand you both come upstairs and finish what we've stared here."

Looking from face to face she saw them size each other up, nod and then grin at each other.

"Sure, why the fuck not?" Deacon bellowed.

"It should be entertaining." Lucio said.

And with that Megan took both by the hand and led the way to her apartment.

Leading them through her place to her bedroom she stripped on the move, both men helping her pull off her dress. When they reached the bed she lay back on it, her breasts already bare and she lifted her feet for them to remove her boots. Then Deacon lifted her legs and Lucio pulled her panties down her shapely legs.

Deacon let go and with a flick of his wrists Lucio completely stripped her. 

Now Megan was alone with two strangers in her room, completely naked. It felt amazing. 

She bounced off the bed and knelt before her two lovers. Reaching out she took both men by the waist of their pants and pulled them close. She then stroked their cocks through their clothes, kneading the rising bulges. She felt impressive packages and ached to suck them. 

"Show them to me." She whispered.

The sound of two zippers filled her ears and both men pulled out beautiful cocks. 

Deacon was big, a big man and his manhood was proportionate to his size. It was thick and probably seven inches. It was pale and had a pink head. There were a few thick veins running down the shaft and Megan couldn't wait to feel them under her tongue. 

Lucio was huge. 

His cock was probably nine inches and also thick, a big slab of meat, darkly tanned with a deep purple knob. Suddenly his air of superiority seemed completely justified. 

Megan knew she was going to have a great night, and was eager to fuck both men, but Lucio's cock was looming large before her. Knowing full well she wanted that cock more Megan chose instead to swallow Deacon's cock first. It was going to be hard not to focus all her attention on Lucio's glorious pole so she made herself wait to suck it. 

She took Deacon far into her mouth and she slavered over him wantonly. She behaved like a total slut, spitting on Deacon and lewdly rubbing his drool coated tool all over her face. She wanted to put on a show for these two young men and she put everything she had into being audacious and free.