3 comments/ 18077 views/ 2 favorites Satisfying Urges Ch. 01 By: Stompsalot I wake up excited. Today was the day that my fortune might finally turn around. I had an interview with one of the biggest companies in North America. Sure, it was only as an administrative assistant, but compared to the kind of job offers I had gotten over the past few months this could really be a step in the right direction. I roll out of bed and start to get ready, starting with a shower. There's nothing more invigorating then a warm shower. That feeling of warm water against soft skin is absolutely incredible. Rubbing shampoo through my long cherry-blonde hair always feels so relaxing too. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it as an excuse to feel up my own naked body either. I run my hands along my considerable D-cup tits, paying special attention to my nipples, rubbing them until they were hard as diamonds. The hot water and my caressing of my breasts were starting to give me a familiar tingle in my crotch. I knew that I didn't really have time, I knew that I shouldn't, but I just couldn't help myself. Unable to control the urge I start to massage my left tit with one hand while my other slowly starts to move its way down my firm stomach towards my eagerly awaiting clit. The second my hand grazes it I let out an audible gasp and almost collapse to the shower floor as pleasure washes over my body. Apparently I needed this more than I thought I did. "Oh fuck," I gasp quietly as my fingers start to work their magic. They start to move faster and faster against my clit, making my body feel like it was on fire. Taken over by my sexual arousal, I plunge a finger deep into my pussy, causing me to moan uncontrollably. I worked my finger in and out, deeper and deeper. It wasn't enough though, I needed more. I work another finger into my body, followed quickly by another. In mere moments I had all three fingers buried deep inside of me while my palm was rubbing my clit at a furious rate. I feel my body getting tense as I get closer to my climax. My breath began to get ragged and I had to release my breast in order to hold myself up against the shower wall. I work my pussy as hard as I can, hopelessly trying to force my body towards release. Finally, just as I thought I couldn't handle it anymore, my knees start to buckle and a wave of pleasure surges over me. I can feel my juices flowing from my loins as I arch my back and let out a loud moan of joy. Slowly, the incredible feeling of my orgasm begins to subside, my muscles relaxing. I turn and lean my back against the shower wall while gently rubbing my pussy a few more times. Ultimately, I ended up exactly as I had been a few minutes ago, standing in the shower, enjoying the feeling of water cascading over my soft skin except now, I'm much happier. I finish my shower quickly and step out, wrapping a towel around me. I had intended to give myself more than enough time to prepare for my interview, but as fate would have it my shower session had run just a bit too long and now I was running late. "Great," I say to myself as I rush around my small, cluttered apartment getting myself ready. I look in my closet and grab the first nice blouse I could find, a dark purple piece that was just tight enough to accentuate my ample chest. I also snatch a black business style skirt that ran just a little bit passed my knees, but still drew attention to my gorgeous ass. I also make sure to throw on a pair of stylish back high heel shoes, the staple of every professional woman's outfit. Haphazardly I throw my hair into a quick bun as I fly around the house, throwing a few things into my purse. Just as I was heading out the door I stop in front of the full sized mirror in my hallway and examine myself. Beautiful blonde hair, perfect tits and an ass to die for, all shown off with a classy, but still sexy outfit? Not too bad for the last minute. I rush down the stairs of my building to the small parking lot. Once there, I jump into my beat down Honda Civic and turn on the ignition. The engine makes her customary angry noises, but she starts up, and I guess that's all I can ask for. I pull out of my buildings parking lot and start off down the street, hoping that there isn't much traffic. My neighbourhood isn't exactly the best in the world by any stretch of the imagination. It's mostly made up of mid-sized apartment buildings like mine that provided a decent amount of room for a pretty cheap price. Definitely not the full floor penthouse I hoped for when I moved from the small rural town of Portman's Creek to the busy city of New Umbridge, but who was I to argue? I still loved it here in the "big city." As I pull onto the freeway, I hear my phone vibrate in my purse. I reach over and feel around for it while making sure I keep my eyes on the road. After a few moments I find it hidden at the bottom of my bag. Glancing away for a second I look down and read my phones screen. "Hey good luck today with the interview Jenny, I know you'll nail it! Holly Aww, how sweet. Holly was a close friend of mine who had moved to New Umbridge about six months before me. She had a job selling shoes at the local mall and spent most of her free time flirting with boys or texting me. Quickly, I text her back... Thanks beautiful. I'll tell you how it went as soon as I can! I drive for about fifteen more minutes before finally arriving at my destination. Edwards Enterprises was a massive building, at least 30 floors and filled with hundreds of windows, definitely an intimidating sight. A place like this would make even the most qualified of applicant's quake in their boots. Nevertheless, I find myself a parking spot on the side of the street that was relatively close to the huge building and make my way in. The lobby of Edwards Enterprises was massive. It was almost all white marble and glass, with two sets of stairs spiralling up to the next floor. Between them were four large glass elevators that lift their passengers into the bulk of the building. Large, beautiful fountains were on either side of the lobby, causing the rushing sound of water to echo faintly throughout the large room. In the very center was a full three hundred and sixty degree glass desk with receptionists working in the middle. Nervously, I approach the receptionist closest to me. She appears to be in her early twenties, about my age and she had short chestnut hair and tanned skin. I stand in front of her for a moment before she notices me and smiles. "Welcome to Edwards Enterprises, what can I do for you today?" She asks me with a cheery tone and a smile. "Uh, I have an 11:15 interview; do you know where I'm supposed to go?" I reply, hoping my nerves weren't too obvious. As soon as I mention the time though, the receptionist's expression instantly turned from cheery to serious. "11:15? Are you sure?" "Yep, they said 11:15." I answer, thinking back to the phone call from a few days earlier, trying to remember, just in case I was mistaken. "Alright, if you say so," The receptionist says, clearly still a bit sceptical. "Take the elevator up to floor 32 and check in with the receptionist there. She'll tell you what to do next." Following her instructions, I enter the large elevator and hit the button for the 32nd floor. I'm alone in the elevator as it moves upwards, my only company being the gentle hum of the elevator itself. 32 floors on an elevator alone is a really long trip by the way. Oddly though, it helps me settle my pre-interview jitters a bit. I just keep telling myself how much I deserved the job and how confident I was that I would get it. After what seems like eons, the elevator dings and the doors open up. I step out into a large room that looks a lot different than the lobby down below. Instead of marble, there were normal walls split in half, the top painted a dark red, with hardwood making up the bottom half. The flooring wasn't tiled, but instead had a thin carpet covering that was the same colour as the walls. Instead of large water fountains on the sides, there were simple ferns with small droplets of water still on them. At the far end of the room there are two large oak double doors, and slightly off to the left of that was an oak desk with a brand new Macbook on it, as well as a few phones. Sitting behind the desk is a beautiful looking red haired woman with pale skin. She was wearing a dress shirt very similar to the one I was wearing, except dark green instead of purple. I also couldn't help but notice that her shirt showed off her great set of tits almost as well as mine did. "You're here for the interview I take it?" she asks me, smiling sweetly at me. All I do in return was nod yes. "Mr. Edwards will be with you in just a moment." That one caught my attention. "Mr. Edwards!?!" I exclaim, probably a bit too loudly. "As in Edwards Enterprises Mr. Edwards?" "Oh didn't they mention? You're being interviewed to be his personal assistant," she says, giggling a bit. As I stood staring at her like an idiot, she presses a button on her phone, and tells who I assume was Mr. Edwards that I was here. A moment later there was a reply that sounds distinctly like static to me, but the red-haired woman seems to understand just fine. "He says he's ready for you now," she tells me still smiling. As I start to push open one of the large oak doors I hear her wish me luck. Yeah, it was starting to look like I would need it. The room behind the doors appears a lot like the one outside. The carpet, walls, and flooring are all exactly the same, and the same green ferns sit on either side of the room. In the far left corner is as small bar, and diagonal from that in the right corner closest to me sits a rather large leather couch. The most important thing however, is directly in front of me. A large redwood desk in front of a huge window that took up most of the far wall. On the desk are a computer, a single phone, a few scattered pieces of paper and a nameplate that read 'Jason Edwards; Owner & CEO'. Sitting behind the desk in a large leather office chair is a strikingly handsome man, most likely still in his mid to late twenties, with perfectly groomed brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Now I have seen a lot of men in my life, but none of them have ever captivated me with just their appearance like Jason Edwards did. His hair looked perfect, his skin looked perfect, and he dressed perfectly in what looked to be a two thousand dollar suit at the very least. You could just tell by looking at him that he is a man of power. Despite looking wholly unconcerned in his work, he just exuded charisma from every pore. I could feel my pussy getting wet as he sat reading his computer screen. "God he's hot" I think to myself as I slowly move to sit down in a chair opposite of him. I honestly couldn't believe how turned on I was becoming just by the sight of this man, It made me feel like such a slut. I was really glad that I had decided to wear a bra today, because if I hadn't I'm sure that he'd be able to see my rock hard nipples through my blouse. I sat for a few minutes, my slit getting wetter and wetter and my skin getting warmer and warmer. Half of me was praying that he wouldn't notice how flushed I was becoming while the other half was praying that he would notice and do something about it, maybe he'd him tear my blouse open and suck on my huge nipples, or maybe he would lift up my skirt and touch my throbbing clit. My crotch was on fire as I images of this man having his way with me fly through my mind. "How old are you?" he asks me curtly, snapping me out of my fantasies. "twenty-three sir, " I answer after a moment's pause. Amidst my urges it slipped my mind that this was a job interview, and if I was going to be working directly under the company's CEO, it'd be a very important one. The two of us sat for a few more minutes, him typing on his computer and me waiting patiently while trying to repress the fire enveloping my body. It was becoming incredibly difficult to keep focus in my state of heightened arousal. This interview needed to pick up soon or I was going to go crazy sitting here. "Masturbating this morning was a horrible idea," I think to myself as Mr. Edwards types a few quick words on his keyboard, essentially ignoring me. "I always wanna fuck the second I'm done." Despite my flustered state, I notice him look away from his computer screen for just a split second eying me. Oh god, what if he noticed how turned on I am? Why can't I control my hormones enough to get through a simple interview? This is a disaster... "You'll do," He says suddenly, yet completely disinterested, his gaze returning to his screen. "Report to Sarah and she'll start your training." "You mean I got the job?" I ask, unable to believe my ears. He just nods his head yes, clearly unconcerned with me. I walk out of the room with so many different thoughts and emotions swirling around my head. I was so excited to have gotten the job, but why was he so disinterested? More importantly, how was I going to work with him every day if he was going to get me so aroused? Whatever, I'd just have to deal with that later. "I got the job," I tell Sarah the red head as I exit Mr. Edwards office. "Good for you!" Sarah says, congratulating me. "You're very lucky. It's a great job. He interviewed over fifty applicants you know." "Fifty?" I ask, confused. "But he only asked me one question! And it really didn't seem like he cared at all." "Oh trust me, you're the right fit. He just knows these things," Sarah informs me me with a smile. "Now let's teach you how to do your new job shall we?" Sarah starts by explaining a bit of the history of the company to me. Apparently Jason's father, Thomas Edwards II had found a ridiculous amount of oil on his land in Canada and used that money to start Edwards Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company that dealt in everything from cars to software to food distribution. She told me that about 5 years ago, Thomas Edwards II died of a heart attack and left the company in the hands of his only son Jason, who had pretty much been prepped his entire life to run the family company. She also explains a few of Mr. Edwards's nuances regarding his schedule. For example, he always comes in at 10 in the morning and asks for a glass of apple juice and a muffin for breakfast. At one o'clock he normally has lunch in his office with a vodka and orange juice to drink. Three O'clock he goes to the gym for thirty minutes before returning to finish his work for the day. I try my very best to take in everything Sarah tells me, but to be honest it was near impossible for me to process what she was saying. Every time it was quiet for more than a few seconds my mind would instantly jump back to how horny I was. I can feel that my panties are completely drenched from the constant flow of my juice that were pouring from my aching pussy. It was taking all the willpower I had to stop myself from running to the bathroom and finger fucking myself to orgasm right then and there. Thankfully Sarah was kind enough not to mention anything, even if she had noticed. So the day wore on, just like that. Sarah would explain something to me, and I pretended to pay attention to her while instead I'd be imaging a huge cock plunging into my gaping slit. Occasionally Mr. Edwards would page Sarah to bring him a document, or to get him something to eat, but aside from that the job was pretty lax. Sarah informs me that Jason handles most of his work-related things himself, and that she really didn't have to do much during the day, only a few odds and ends that Jason didn't feel like doing himself. "Sarah?" I say, interrupting her as she explains to me how Mr. Edwards documents were filed. "Sorry to stop you, but I just realized that I have no idea how much money I'll be making here." "Oh, don't worry, its fine," She says with a perfect smile. "As for money, well you'll only be earning a dollar over minimum wage during your four month probation period, but once that's over you'll start making a lot more." "How much more?" "Well I've been working under Mr. Edwards for a little over three years now and I make about a six figure salary." I was speechless. I even manage to forget my burning loins for a moment as I stare at her completely dumbfounded. "You mean one hundred thousand plus? That kind of six figures?" I ask her once I gather my thoughts. "And you're leaving why?" "Oh Mr. Edwards promoted me," she tells me nonchalantly. "Almost all of his assistants are promoted to some sort of executive position within the company. I heard that the girl before me is in charge of our New York branch now." "Why does he do that? Promote his assistants like that?" "I asked him that once. All he told me was that 'being trust worthy was worth a thousand business degrees.' I guess that means he trusts us. We should probably get back to work though. A few more hours pass and my arousal had returned in full force. Five o'clock came, and Sarah tells that I can leave and it couldn't happen at a better time. I was going to explode my body was so hot. I take the elevator down to the first floor and I'm about to leave through the front doors when I decide to take a quick detour to the washroom to freshen up a bit. The washroom was impeccably clean and almost all stainless steel, exactly what you'd expect from the headquarters of a billion dollar company. I step into the far stall and reach under my skirt, feeling my panties. My earlier suspicions were confirmed, they were soaking wet. There's nothing in the world that I hate more than wearing wet underwear, so I opt to take them off and throw them in my purse. As I start to pull them off, the cool air of the air conditioned building causes a slight tingle in my burning and now very exposed slit. Unable to control myself any longer I reach down with my right hand and graze my clit with my middle finger. The sensation is incredible. Pleasure flies from my crotch throughout my entire body in an instant, my desire stronger than it's ever been in my life. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as I tilt it back and let out a loud uncontrollable moan. I can guarantee at that moment I would have only needed a few more quick strokes for me to be screaming in ecstasy, but right after that first touch of my fingers, some bitch walks into the bathroom, snapping me out of my sex fuelled stupor. I sit in silence as the woman who enters the bathroom washes her hands and leaves. Realizing that I had almost be caught masturbating in a public washroom, I straighten out my clothes and step out of the stall. Now standing in front of the mirror, I reach up and unbutton the top few buttons of my blouse, exposing a bit of cleavage. I was amazed to see that the top of my breasts, normally pale as ivory were so flushed that it looked almost like sunburn. My breathing was heavy and the cool air felt incredible on my chest so I just stood there in the empty washroom for a few minutes collecting myself. 'This is insane,' I think to myself as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Determined to fix this problem, I dig through my purse to find my phone. As I search I can't help but smell the sweet scent of my soiled panties that are inside. What an incredible scent. After a few seconds of searching I find what I'm looking for. It appears that I got a message from Holly asking me if I wanted to go out for dinner tonight. I quickly answer no, there's absolutely no way I'd be able to sit through a girls' night out in my current state. Instead I scroll through my contacts until I find exactly who I'm looking for. Ken Garrett is a 30 year old single man who lives on the floor below me. He's six foot two with sandy blonde hair and he boxes on the weekends giving him a great muscular body, rounded off with a great eight inch shaft. All in all, he was pretty much the perfect booty call. I send him a quick text, asking him if I can come over when I get back from work and thankfully he responds back instantly with a yes. I don't know what i would have done with myself if he had said no, I probably would have had to go home and finger fuck myself until my pussy went raw. Satisfying Urges Ch. 01 I speed walk to my Civic and start her up, her engine sounding a bit less angry than this morning. Before pulling out of my spot I text Ken back, telling him that I'll be there in about twenty to thirty minutes. I pull out onto the freeway and my mind is going crazy. Every minute I spend in traffic my desire gets worse. I can feel Ken's strong arms holding me as his cock pushes into me. I want sex more now than I think anyone has ever wanted sex before in their entire life. Casually, my mind wanders to Jason Edwards and how he managed to have this effect on me. That turns out to be a bad idea as the thought of him just fills me with more lust. I quickly push him out of my mind and keep focus on the task at hand. After perhaps the longest drive in my life I finally pull into the parking lot of my apartment building. Moving as fast as I can, I jump out of my car. About halfway to the entrance I realize that I forgot to lock my car doors, but I can't bring myself to walk back and lock them. I pull my keys out of my pocket and scramble to open the main door, but I can't get my hands to stop shaking I'm so flustered. Finally I managed to get the key into the lock and hear that click of the door unlocking. Mere moments later I'm knocking on Ken's door, shuffling my feet like an impatient child. The door swings open and before he even says a word I wrap my arms around him and force my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply. Without missing a beat, his hands drop to my skirt covered ass, squeezing it tightly as he kicks the door shut. His groping only makes me kiss him deeper as I press my whole body against him. Eventually I push him against the wall and our kiss breaks. Our eyes meet and I can tell that he knows what I need. "Jesus Jenny, what's gotten into you?" He asks, his eyes leaving mine, dropping to take in a view of my heaving tits. "I've never seen you like this." "You can't imagine the day I've had," I tell him as I reach out and start stroking his cock through his jeans. "The whole day all I wanted was a cock buried inside my pussy and no one would give me one. Isn't that a sin?" "Well fuck Jenny, you know I always have a cock for you," he says as he reaches and grabs me around the waist, pulling me in. "Mmmmmm, good boy," I moan quietly as I kiss him again, his hands kneading my firm ass. "Now take me to your room." I step away from Ken and he lets go of my ass before grabbing my hand and leading me down the hallway towards his room. The bedroom itself is simple, white walls, a few small pieces of furniture scattered about and a queen sized bed against the far war with a white bedspread and sheets. As soon as we step into the room I'm on the attack again, kicking my shoes off and forcing my tongue down his throat while my hands move back down to his crotch, deftly undo his pants. Our tongues dance inside of his mouth as I hook the band of his boxers with my thumbs. Our passionate embrace ends and I pull away from him. Our eyes lock again for a moment and I give him a quick seductive smirk before I drop to my knees and pull his underwear down in one swift motion, revealing the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. "Is this what you want baby?" Ken asks me, his hand reaching down and stroking my face as I stare at his cock in wonder. "God yes," I reply, barely a whisper. I don't even notice that my hand has started slowly stroking this fantastic prick, all I can do is marvel at how perfect it looks. It's long and thick with pulsing veins covering it. Every time I complete a slow stroke, it twitches slightly, begging for me to do more. It's warm as well. To be honest, I'm not sure if his beautiful eight inch dick or my soaking wet pussy is hotter right now. "Lick it bitch," he orders, and I'm too far gone to resist him. I start licking around the head of his cock slowly, almost like an ice cream cone while my right hand works up and down his cock slowly. Meanwhile, I start to grope my tits with my free hand, feeling my hard nipples through my shirt and bra. A drop of pre cum forms at the tip of his cock and I can't help but lap it up. His cock tastes so good that I can't stop myself from taking it completely into my mouth. My lips wrap around his pulsing dick and I start to bob my head slowly up and down the shaft, pressing my tongue against it as I move. I close my eyes and just lose myself in the act of sucking this perfect cock. I work it slowly and deliberately, feeling every inch of his cock against my tongue. I can't stop myself from moaning every time the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, which elicits a loud groan from Ken. However right now I don't care how he feels, I'm completely captivated by the feeling of his cock filling my mouth, enthralled by the taste of his pre cum as it drips down my throat. "Fuck Jenny, you suck such a good dick," Ken manages to groan. His hand had makes its way around to the back of my head and he starts to try and push his cock deeper into my throat. In response I start to slow down even more, just moving my lips over his the head of his cock while my tongue twirls around it. I open my eyes and look up at Ken. His head is tilted back as he constantly groans and grunts. It appears that e had removed his shirt while I was lost sucking his dick. I let go of my tits and run my hand along his chest. He has rock hard abs that feel great. Slowly I lift my head off of his cock, causing him to look down at me. "You wanna fuck my mouth don't you Ken?" I ask, my voice dripping with sex. He simply nods yes in reply. "Do it then," I order before twirling my tongue around his cock again. "Fuck my mouth Ken." The second I put my mouth back on his dick, Ken does exactly as I told him and forces himself down my throat. He has both his hands behind my head both with a firm grip on tufts of my hair as he shoves his cock into me with his hips. I can barely breathe as the tip of his cock pounds the back of my throat over and over again, making me gag. However every loud gag from me leads to an even louder grunt of satisfaction as Ken abuses my throat. I can feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head as Ken face fucks me mercilessly and to be honest, I was loving it. I felt like such a dirty slut with a dick deep down my throat, massive, hulking tits and a soaking wet pussy begging to be released. I was so aroused that it didn't matter who's cock it was and what it was doing, as long as it was inside of me. Without warning, Ken's massive member starts to shudder and massive amounts of cum start to gush into my mouth. I had taken a few of loads in the mouth before, but none were like this. His delicious cum was filling my mouth, I did everything I could to swallow it all, but try as I might I still had a bit of cum pour out of the side of my mouth. I don't think Ken had been prepared for his massive orgasm either as he stumbles backwards towards his bed, breathing heavily. I'm sure we made quite a sight, a naked man lying on his bed nearly passed out with a fully clothed woman on her knees, her hair a mess and cum dripping out of her mouth. As I sat there thinking about it, my ever aching pussy started to beg for release. I had gotten Ken off no problem, but now it was time for him to return the favour. "Shit baby, I don't know what got into you today, but I like it," Ken tells me as I climb to my feet. "Glad to hear it," I say as I walk over to the bed. "Because baby REALLY needs you to take care of her." Without another word I hike up my skirt and climb on top of Ken's naked body. Moving slowly and seductively I begin to gyrate my body against him, grinding my drenched slit against his semi erect cock. "Alright, but I'm gonna have to see these tits of yours," Ken says as he reaches up and starts to unbutton my blouse. "No," I say breathlessly, placing a hand on his wrist. Our eyes meet and I can feel the heat between us. The only motion is me pushing my crotch into him. "Just fucking tear it off." A split second later buttons are flung around the room and I'm moaning uncontrollably as I finally feel the air against my breasts. Seconds after that Ken has unsnapped my bra and my tits are free. Beneath me I can feel that Ken's dick is rock hard and I don't think that my body will let me wait any longer to have him inside of me. "I need you to fuck me Ken," I tell him as I reposition myself, letting his dick come free. "And it needs to be fucking good." I brace myself. This is the moment I've been craving all day. I can feel the head of his cock against my slit. My pussy is soaked and gaping, begging for him to push inside of me. My nipples are harder than they've ever been. My whole body is screaming for it. "OH MY GOD!!!" I exclaim as his full eight inches plunge inside of me. I stare at the ceiling, my eyes wide open. I arch my back so far that I'm leaning away from Ken as he forces his cock into me. My whole body spasms in pure ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm washes over my body. I think I came for a minute, maybe more. My mind just went blank as my incredible orgasm took over me. leaning forward again, I could tell Ken was ready to fuck, and so was I. He pust one muscular arm around my waist and in one swift motion he rolls us over on the bed, with him on top and my back pressed into the sheets. I feel a strong hand gently push against my inner thigh, spreading my legs wide. His other hand reaches out and roughly squeezes my right breast. Heat spreads throughout my body, emanating from my begging pussy. With one quick thrust, Ken has his cock buried inside of me, his balls slapping against the underside of my ass. "Shitttttt," I groan as I feel his full eight inches push into me for the second time. My pussy was so wet that his large cock had no problem finding the deepest depths of my body. He runs his hands all the way along my body all the way up my arms before finally gripping my wrists. Pulling my arms up over my head, he holds me down while also propping himself up, allowing him to pump his cock into me harder. Ken was completely silent save for a few quick grunts, his eyes fixated on my jiggling tits as he rammed his body into me over and over. I on the other hand, couldn't hold in my cries. My loud moans were echoing throughout the room as Ken fucked me with focused intensity. "Fuck me harder Ken!" I beg, wrapping my thick legs around his hips, trying desperately to force his shaft deeper. "Please fuck me harder!" My breath was starting to get ragged as Ken fucked me relentlessly. I did everything in my power to get more of him inside of me; I bucked my hips, meeting his rhythmic thrusts as best I could. The occasional graze of my tender clit would be forced me to let out a gasp, interrupting my uncontrollable moans. I struggle to free my arms from Ken's firm grip, trying to wrap my arms around his neck and press my body against him, but my useless flailing did nothing to shake me free of his almost inhuman grasp. The feeling of knowing that I couldn't stop Ken's vicious assault on my pussy even if I wanted to did nothing to cool me down either. In fact, it only made me hotter. Without breaking his furious pace, Ken leans over and takes my left nipple into his mouth, his soft tongue rolling it around in a slow circle. The sensation of his cool, soft tongue against my burning hot flesh was too much for me to handle, and I I arch my back high, forcing my chest into his face. He can tell that I'm getting close to cumming again, as his ferocious pumping begins to quicken and he starts to suck harder my tit. Finally, I feel a sharp pain in my nipple as he bites down. I let out a guttural, animalistic groan, the sharp sensation sending me over the edge. Again, my body starts to spasm uncontrollably as my second orgasm of the night washes over my body. My legs release Ken's hips and the stretch out straight, my whole body extending itself as far as it can. I seize for a few moments, letting the tidal waves of pleasure rock my body. After a few long, incredible moments, I start to come down. Ken slowly removes his still rock hard dick from my slit he climbs to his feet, making me let out a satisfied sigh. My breathing is still heavy as I prop myself up with one hand, wiping sweat from my brow with the other. As I sit on the sweat and cum soaked bed, I feel a drop of something rolling down my tit flesh. I gaze down lazily and see a drop of blood falling from my engorged nipple. Curious, I use my free hand and with my pointer finger I carefully wipe the drop of blood off of my breast before licking it. I closed my eyes and savoured the coppery taste. Perhaps it was because of the sexual haze I had been caught in since I was in Mr. Edwards, but the idea that I had gotten a man so aroused that he struck blood seemed so unbelievably hot to me. "Wow Ken, that really did the trick," I purr as I lay back down again. "You were a fucking animal tonight." "Roll over," I hear him say. I tilt my head forward again and look at him quizzically. He's standing about a foot away from the bed his hand is on his dick, slowly stroking it while he stares at me. The carnal lust evident in his gaze made me dizzy with longing. "I said roll over," he says again, this time harsher. "I wanna take your filthy cunt from behind." "Alright then big boy," I say as I lazily roll over at point my ass up towards him. Most nights I would just leave once Ken had satisfied my cravings, but his vulgar words and stern tone were getting me hot again, and there was nothing wrong with another round for good measure. After all, I didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night and have pleasure myself. "You have to keep talking like that though," I make sure to mention as he steps forward and places his cockhead against my wet slit. "Shut up and take it slut." In one quick motion his cock is deep inside my cunt. I close my eyes and let out a loud moan of satisfaction. His long shaft felt amazing as it slid into me, setting my groin on fire. Apparently I was much more aroused than I had thought I was. Ken wraps his strong hands around my waist and starts to pull my hips against him as he thrusts in and out of my pussy. He's pounding me so hard that I can feel my ass jiggle with each incredible push into my slit. Behind me, I can hear Ken's loud grunts in sync with his thrusts. Abruptly he bends forward and reaches with his left hand, squeezing my tit hard while his other hand stays on his waist. "You like my big tits babe?" I ask seductively between pants. "I love your big tits, they're fucking perfect." I was never one for talking dirty, but tonight it just felt so natural, so right, that I couldn't help myself. The more depraved and rough Ken was with me, the hornier I became. It was just so hot to be treated like a little slut. I can feel his nails digging into the soft flesh of my breasts and the pain was causing my body to writhe in delight. "Oh god Ken, your cock is incredible." "That's right slut, you need my dick don't you?" I didn't answer him as I was too enveloped in the feeling of his working of my tit. Instead of just squeezing, he had begun to knead it deep while pinching my ever so sensitive nipples. That combined with the feeling of his shaft splitting me in half had me completely lost in a fog of yearning and lust. "Answer me bitch!" Ken demanded as he gave my ass a hard slap, causing me to let out a high pitched squeal. "Yes! Yes! I need your cock babe. I need it so bad!" My words must have sparked something in him as he released my breast and started to fuck me harder. He had abandoned any sort of rhythm and was now resorting to just ramming his cock into my pussy as hard and as fast as humanly possible. Each mighty pump of his long dick was forcing pleasure to surge through my body .The incredible feeling of his relentless fucking was causing my body to shudder uncontrollably. My arms collapse and I fall face first into the bed, my ass still high in the air. My nose fills with the mixed scent of sweat and pussy juice from our last fuck session. The sheets don't do much to muffle my loud shrieks of delight as Ken reaches around with one hand and starts to finger my clit. I desperately start to grind my ass against him, trying to find some release. "That's right you little whore, move that sweet ass," he groans as I feel his cock begin to tense up inside of my cunt. "Oh fuck Jenny, I'm gonna cum." "It's alright baby," I tell him as I move my hips around in small circles, working his rock hard prick. "Cum inside of me, I'm on the pill." Moments later I can feel strings of warm cum start to fill my pussy. The sensation is enough to send me over the edge as well as yet another huge flood of pleasure courses throughout my battered body. Ken's loud groans and my high pitched screams echo throughout the simple bedroom as him and I climax simultaneously. After our orgasms subside, Ken falls flat on the bed next to me face down. I roll over and state at the ceiling for a few minutes, catching my breath after the insane fucking I just received. Having collected myself, I prop myself up on my elbows and turn my head towards Ken who's still face down. I poke him a few times, trying to get a response, but it appears that he's passed out. I get to my feet and start putting the tattered remains of my clothes back on. I try putting my bra on first, forgetting that my nipple was cut open and bleeding. I decide the pain isn't worth it and throw the bra into my purse to join my panties. Next is my skirt, which now lays crumpled on the floor next to the bed. I pull it up over my sore thighs and I wince a bit as it goes over my ass. Flung over to the other side of the room is my blouse, the buttons mostly torn off of it. Thankfully a button managed to semi-stay on near the middle. I put on the shirt and do up the one remaining button. It doesn't do much to cover my body, but it hides my nipples and that's enough modesty for me. Before I leave, I decide to roll Ken over and turn his body around so that he's at least laying the right way on his bed. I spot a blanket on a chair in the corner of the room and grab it, spreading it over him. Luckily, it's just big enough to cover most of him. "Thanks for the fun sexy," I whisper as I lean over and give him a peck on the cheek. "We'll do this again some time." By some miracle I didn't run into anyone as I left Ken's apartment and walked up the stairs to my own apartment. I don't think I'd be able to live it down if someone saw me in this sad state of disarray. I made sure that I had my key good and ready before I left Ken's apartment, so I was able to get inside quickly. As soon as I close the door I drop my purse on the ground, kick off my shoes and start walking towards the bedroom, stripping down as I go. I stop in front of my full length mirror and expect the damages of the day. My god what a sight, I had blood dripping from one of my breasts while the other was covered in nail marks, my ass had a bright red hand print on it from the Ken's spanking and the inside of my thighs were clearly starting to bruise. Shrugging to myself, I turn and walk into my room and collapse on my soft bed, utterly exhausted. As I lay my head back on my pillow and close my eyes, I silently pray that today was just a onetime only deal and that the next time I saw Mr. Jason Edwards it was strictly professional, with absolutely no arousal on my part because honestly, I don't think I'd be able to handle sex like that every day.