3 comments/ 60444 views/ 36 favorites In Heat By: katnip_21f It's a typical weeknight. We retire to the living room after dinner to watch a little TV, enjoy an after-dinner drink and smoke, and chill out until bedtime. But tonight I see my lady slip away to the patio, pipe in hand, to enjoy a different kind of smoke. When she comes back in, I notice a change. A lassitude has overtaken her. Her eyelids are heavy and sensual. She lies back on the sofa to allow the drug to take full effect. I return my attention to the TV for the time being. Moments later I look over to her. She is touching herself unabashedly. The herb always has this effect on her. But more than that, she becomes malleable, suggestible, willing to give up control. No, more than that, she becomes almost incapable of higher thought. Like a pet. Like a little puppy. A puppy-girl. This gives me the opportunity to give her her fantasy, one that she has expressed to me in more lucid moments, blushing. Tonight she is my puppy-girl, and I am her master. I look at her through different eyes. I love my puppy-girl. She is such a beautiful specimen, and I have waited so long for her to mature. As I look over at her I see that she is stroking herself, pumping her hips ever so slightly. The realization dawns on me that my puppy is in heat for the first time. She isn't even aware of what is happening to her, why she feels such an ache deep inside her; why her pussy-lips are swollen and her clitoris sensitive; why her cunt lubricates itself -- she only knows need, but not what she needs nor why. She writhes now, her body craving something she doesn't know or comprehend, yet instinctually desires and demands. My intention had always been to breed her when she reached the right age. But not knowing exactly when that age would arrive, I hadn't made any plans for a stud to service her. Now she needed servicing, and I was the only one to help her. "Poor puppy," I say to soothe her, laying a hand on her thigh. "Daddy didn't know you'd be in heat so early." She whines at me, her eyes pleading with me as she opens herself to me. I see the wetness on her cunt, the pink lips, the swollen clit. I brush my hand over them, and she groans deep in her throat. "Get down off the sofa," I command her. Last thing I need is puppy cunt-juices on my upholstery. She hops down, looking to me for further direction. I get up and pet her on her head. She turns her head to lick my hand. "Good girl." I notice the leash and collar hanging by the door, and take it down to fasten on my puppy-girl, in case I need extra control over her. My fingers on her neck make her body break out in goosebumps. "Poor baby," I murmur. I run my hands down her back, making her shiver. I smooth them over her lush round rump, trailing my fingers down the crack of her ass, making sure to run them through the wetness of her pussy. She arches back against me, instinctually asking for what she cannot verbalize. "Oh, you're so wet, sweetie," I say as I bring my fingers to my mouth to smell and taste. Her juices are fresh and sweet, ripe with the smell of raw lust. "Daddy was going to get a stud to service you when you went into heat. I didn't realize it would be so soon." She whines at me, arching her back and humping her hips. "It kills me to see you in need like this." Her eyes are so full of pleading, and her naked body so ripe, lustful, and obedient before me that I can barely contain myself. But, I remind myself and her, "You know this heat could last several hours. Daddy wants to help you, if you'll be a good girl." She bows down before me, arching her ass up in the air. I plunge a finger into her wetness, and she fairly sighs with satisfaction. My thumb glides over the wetness surrounding her clit, and I cannot contain myself. I lean down and lick her pussy in a parody of canine courtship. She groans and presses back against me joyfully, humping her hips and yipping softly. I reach down and free my throbbing cock. A good girl like my little puppy should be happy to please me. I direct it in front of her face, and after a moment I feel her soft tongue lapping at me. "Good puppy," I say, petting her head. I think with just a little coaxing, I can have her deep-throating me in a matter of minutes. Her licking becomes bolder -- it would seem my little doggie likes the taste of my salty pre-cum and musky cock. I coax her to open her mouth and slowly I begin thrusting between her lips. She adapts to this new game with gusto, and it in fact seems to enhance her lustiness. I pace myself, knowing that we have plenty of time to play ahead of us. She whines, reminding me that she is still in need, and I take this opportunity to assert my dominance. I grasp her face in my hand and eyeball her. "No," I say firmly. "Take care of Daddy now." She dutifully returns to her cock-sucking duties, and I praise her lavishly. She knows who the top dog is here, and she is eager to please, trusting me to take care of her needs. I enjoy her mouth for a good long while. Who knew my puppy had such a natural talent? "Good little cock-sucking puppy," I praise her. "You'd make Daddy much more money sucking cock than producing puppies!" Within minutes she has me close to coming -- and that wouldn't do when we had so much play time ahead of us. I pull out of her mouth and move behind her. She moves to follow me, but I admonish her with a sharp, "No! Stay!" and she obeys instantly, watching me. Behind her, I lick at her pussy, tasting the copious juices, making her squirm with glee. "Poor puppy," I say softly, "you're just so horny, and there's no one to help you but Daddy." I lick her a good long time, listening to her horny little grunts and moans, bringing her ever closer to that elusive orgasm. But I know that only one thing will truly satisfy my baby puppy-girl. I move behind her, lining my hard cock up with her wet pussy, rubbing her wetness across her clit, teasing her. "Daddy had a good stud in mind to service you, to give you exactly what you needed during your heat. But you went and grew up early. Now only Daddy is here to help you." She whines loudly, arching back, trying hard to impale herself on my cock. "No!" I correct her with a swat on her butt. I will mate her, not the other way around. Through her haze, she obeys me, submissive, needy. "Ohhh, my poor puppy. You're only doing what comes naturally, aren't you?" I tweak her nipple. She's near a frenzy now, and it's difficult to deny her what she needs. I grasp her shoulder hard and slide my hard cock deep into that sweet wet puppy pussy. She yips gleefully and humps back against me. She's stroking herself again, and the stimulation against my balls enhances my pleasure. I know in order for her to get any satisfaction, I'll need to breed her just like she needs. I grasp her hips and grind deep into her, rolling my hips so every crevice of her pussy gets the attention it needs. Then I pull back and pump into her hard, relishing her grunts of satisfaction as our bodies slap together. After some moments of this, I repeat the cycle, pulling out and returning to her mouth She is such an incredible cock-sucker, and I love the feeling of her mouth on me, sucking my cock, licking my balls. After all, we have hours ahead of us, and I can do this all night long. "You're such a good puppy, Daddy can use you for his pleasure anytime he wants -- and you'll like it." Pacing myself, I continue to take advantage of my puppy for my own satisfaction -- and she does enjoy it. "Horny puppy," I growl at her, "You can't get enough. Who knew Daddy's puppy-girl was such a cock-slut?" She'll let me use and abuse her, let me control her climax, and let me degrade her as I choose. The power I have over her is heady. Finally she reaches her climax. And for my little doggie, this is an extended orgasm that lasts several minutes, and the challenge to me is to stay my own orgasm until she has finished. She howls her pleasure as she humps against me, her swollen wet pussy trying hard to swallow my cock up as wave after wave of pleasure seizes her body. "Yeah, Daddy's little puppy want my cum? Want to mate with Daddy and feel my cum all in that puppy pussy?" And although I hadn't intended to breed her myself, her unabashed display of pleasure takes me over the edge. I end up flooding her sweet little puppy-pussy with a raging torrent of hot sticky man-cum. She continues orgasming as I pound myself into her, releasing all my pent-up tension on her sweet young body. Bodies sheened with sweat, I pet her tenderly. I think tonight, I'll let her sleep in my bed, just in case there's any residual urges that need tending to. As I pull out of her, my cum slipping from her abused pussy, I congratulate myself on being such a compassionate and caring pet owner and helping my baby through her first heat. And I consider perhaps next time, I'll see how my puppy likes the taste of my cum in her mouth. In Heat [In Heat follows my other stories on Literotica by 6-12 months.] * Coll McDiarmid intended to relax and enjoy himself tonight. It was in his capacity as five times winner of the Sen-Tae and Sen-Gae Universal Championships that he had been invited to present the prizes at an award ceremony for martial arts visual entertainment. A senior Underground officer who had been in the service for over twenty years, Commander Coll McDiarmid had accepted the invitation both as an opportunity to maintain his cover as a retired intergalactic athlete and to unwind away from the two demanding young trainees who had been occupying so much of his time and attention in recent months. Tall and roughly handsome with sandy hair and compelling blue-green eyes, Coll talked and flirted easily with actors, directors and martial artists thoughout the pre-ceremony drinks. Perhaps he would pick up someone simple and unchallenging after the awards, the blonde actress talking to him now for instance. Or perhaps he would gather several like-minded men and women for a night of group pleasure in one of the luxurious hotels which Meressun, this planet's capital city, was famous for. Sipping his drink, he imagined a tangle of soft female and firm male flesh writhing and moaning together without inhibition on a large silk-covered bed. Yes, tonight he wanted both the strength of another man in his arms and the soft wet pull of a woman's mouth and sex. He smiled across at a dark haired young man without breaking his overall focus on the blonde woman. A familiar prickle then intruded on Coll's fantasy, making the hair on his neck stand. Someone was watching him and he quickly scanned the room. Sweft Apollorida stood at the far end of the large auditorium, completely unexpectedly since she and Kestrem Forré were meant to be in the middle of eight weeks leave from their training programme. However, as a past Sen-Tae Universal Champion herself, her interest in the subject matter was natural enough. Perhaps she had a reason for being there. Coll watched her disinterestedly shrug away the attempts of various young and not so young males to get her attention. Then, she looked straight at him again and Coll smiled, enjoying the excitement of connecting with her gaze. She had silver-grey eyes shot with slivers of blue ice and they were very intense tonight, even at this distance. Her smooth light brown hair was fastened in a simple twist, leaving her pale neck bare and kissable above a half-open white collar. Coll imagined the pink pattern that rough kisses would leave on her throat and felt a corresponding tingle in his cock. Sweft loved to have her neck kissed while fucking. Unlike all the other women in evening and cocktail gowns, Sweft wore a tailored female version of male evening dress. As was her habit in public, little of her skin was actually on show but the trouser suit followed her curves perfectly, accentuating the fact that she was female and easily one of the most attractive women in the room. Coll already knew exactly what lay under the close-fitting fabric of Sweft's clothing and behind those sexy eyes. Her beauty, skill and intelligence together could make a man scream. He knew the soft roundness of her breasts, the tautness of the curve at her waist and hip, the humid welcome of her tight slit. He knew the sounds she made when she experienced pleasure, the expressions that crossed her face when she received a cock in her sex, the effects of orgasm on her whole body. No one else in the room could match her vibrancy and interest for him. He would speak to Sweft tomorrow about the importance of taking her leave, maintaining her cover and keeping some distance from him. Tonight was already a lost cause. "What brings you here, Sweft Apollorida?" he asked himself aloud and began to move towards her through the crowd, firmly brushing off any attempts to detain him in conversation. Electric. There was no other word to describe Sweft's eyes tonight once Coll got closer to her. She had lined them in black and silver but it was the energy animating her than generated their electricity. "You summoned me," he said as he pulled up opposite her. "Yes," Sweft agreed, still looking at him, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her pink mouth. Her hand reached out to touch one of his lapels, which was an intimate gesture in itself, and then took a handful of his shirt which was deliberately and delightfully inappropriate. Coll looked down and raised an eyebrow. "Walk with me," he ordered. Putting an arm around her, he guided Sweft to a communication and monitoring blindspot behind one of the audioscreens at the back of the room. Out of the reach of broadcasting devices, she instantly pressed against him, her lips seeking and finding his, her hands feeling their way under his jacket. Sweft's skin was hot and transmitted something of the same electric quality as her eyes. Coll slid his hand immediately now into the front of her trousers. He swore and laughed delightedly on encountering her aroused sex. "You're on heat!" he observed in loud whisper, getting only a slight moan in response. Withdrawing his now-slippery fingers, Coll touched them to her lips and then his own. A minute later they were running together down the stairs to the transport bay and into Coll's ship. Once the door closed, they got no further than the stairs. Sweft's heat was contagious and Coll quickly ripped open her shirt and pulled down her trousers. No underwear. "On heat," he said again, stroking her thighs. Sweft lay panting on the stairs half-naked as Coll knelt between her legs. Moving down a couple of stairs, he bent and buried his mouth in her hot wet sex. Sweft cried out and arched as his tongue and fingers probed deeply. "Where's Kes?" Coll looked up for a moment. "He hasn't been inside you for days. I know his taste as well as yours." "With Zester," she panted "With Zester?" Coll lowered his face for a few moments more, kissing and licking skilfully and then looked up again. "You two haven't had a row have you?" "One week every year with Zester." Sweft tried to explain, struggling to get the words out as Coll's tongue distracted her. "Aha." Coll understood the terms of this agreement. While generally not bothered about Kestrem Forré's casual liaisons with both men and women, Sweft limited her boyfriend's only other long-term relationship to one week every year. "Don't tell me any more now. Save it." Coll undid his trousers and took out his hard, ready cock. "You've come a long way tonight for hot sex tonight, Beautiful. Now relax and let your Captain give you what you need." Sweft was more than ready to take his big penis. Her long involuntary moan as he pushed into her was a sound of pure pleasure. Entering her tonight felt like completing a circuit, becoming a conduit for primal energies. Coll knew it wouldn't take long for either of them as he worked to set up a rhythm for his thrusts, kneeling between her legs with a hand cupping her bottom. Sweft's trousers were trapped beneath his knees pinning her ankles together as her thighs flexed to receive him. With his other hand he caressed her face, breasts and then clitoris and the moist pink flesh clinging to his penis. Her cries rose quickly. "So hot, so ready," Coll whispered to her. A few more harder thrusts as he caressed her clitoris and she was there, coming and coming on his cock with sweet spasms of pleasure strong enough to trigger his own orgasm too. Drops of semen fell onto the steps as he withdrew from her body. "Sweft," he murmured, kissing her hot mouth, then her even hotter, stickier lower lips, before standing and fixing his clothing. "I have an award to give in five minutes. You coming with me?" Sweft was now sitting up and pulling off her disordered clothing with quick but deliberate movements, displaying her body to Coll's appreciative gaze and enjoying her own touch as she stripped. "No." She stood and looked at him again with full awareness of her own beauty, sexuality and magnetism. "I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you, my Captain. Any broadcast would have to go out on the adult channels." Their eyes met again with a new current of sexual electricity, hints of smiles, of deep hunger. Sweft turned away and started walking up the stairs. Looking back over her shoulder she told him that she would be waiting in his bed. "Best place for you," he growled, grinning, and then opened the door to leave. *** He re-entered the auditorium as the opening speaker was beginning to look flustered by his disappearance. Coll walked straight down the central walkway towards the stage, security parting at the front to let him through. "And now to present the award for this year's Best Actor, the only man to win the Sen-Tae Universal Championships in five consecutive years, Coll McDiarmid." Coll took his place on the podium with his usual broad, charismatic grin, energised by his recent coupling. Watching the screen in the bedroom, Sweft felt herself responding to him, even in virtual form. He looked out at the audience as if he knew every one of them, exciting men and women alike with the possibilities implied in his eyes and smile. "Timing," he began "is everything." *** Coll was back on board his ship within fifteen minutes. On the screen, Sweft had seen how short he kept his handshakes, kisses and backclaps and knew his determination and desire mirrored her own. "Sweft Apollorida" he grinned as he stood at the end of the bed, his powerful smile now just aimed at her. "Coll McDiarmid." Coll sat down on the bed and reached out to grasp one of her ankles. Drawing her towards him, he kissed her toes, instep, ankle, calf and rested his head against the inside of his knee. Sweft sighed and closed her eyes, already wanting to feel him inside her again. "So, to what do I owe tonight's unexpected but extremely welcome pleasure?" He began to press kisses slowly along her inner thigh. "Young Forré has clearly, and foolishly, been neglecting you." There was both laughter and lust in his voice. "I'll have to talk to him seriously about this. A woman like you should be pleasured, fully, at least twice a day." Sweft felt Colls breath on her throbbing slit but then he continued moving up her body. "Ideally more often when you're this...hot." He kissed below her navel with a flick of his tongue. Sweft luxuriated in his words and caresses, Coll's knowing perfectly how to touch and arouse her with both. Finally he reached her face with featherlight kisses. "How many days since you and Kestrem last made love?" he asked, cupping her sex in his hand without exploring inside. "He's been with Zester for four days." "Four days?!" He kissed her deeply, amusement and desire vying with one another on his face as he came up for air. "Four whole days..." Sweft's body was so responsive now to every small touch that he almost had to hold her down just to run his hands along the length of her torso and caress her breasts for a moment. "One day, I'll teach you to channel this energy," he commented. "Like you do?" she laughed, sitting up and kissing him again, hands all over his body, suddenly ripping open his shirt. "Like I can when I choose," he smiled easily, deliciously distracted now by her mouth on his chest and shoulders. "I couldn't at your age though, any more than you can." Her hands pulled open his trousers, searching for his erection. "It's pointless to try. Just let it go...." Sweft took this as an invitation to push Coll back on to the bed and straddle his body. "Ravish me," he encouraged her with wicked eyes. "Take what you want." She met and held his gaze, feeling powerful sexual excitement at his words and their position. The disparity in the size of her hands and Coll's wrists made the idea of holding him down seem absurd for a moment. He followed her gaze and train of thought. "Willpower," he reminded her. "Not physical strength." She nodded and looked him straight in the eye with a lustful smile to match his own. The size and strength of Coll beneath her was always thrilling in itself. He let her do what she wanted to him but not passively, meeting her kisses fiercely, caressing her hips and stroking her face as she lowered herself onto his cock and began to move. Coll's eyes were sharp and knowing, despite his tenderness. He understood her pleasure and urgency as she rose and fell and rubbed on his body, his own movements subtle but purposeful and targeted, helping her gently but surely towards climax. As she began to come, Sweft heard Coll telling her how beautiful she looked, how amazing she felt, how he was going to make love to her all night. She cried out her passion and then lowered her head to his chest and sighed contentedly. After a few strong pulsebeats, Sweft became very aware again that his cock was still strong and hard in her body. She sat up and looked at him again, tingling and eager. Coll grinned and then lifted and turned her to face his feet without losing penetration. "Coll..." she breathed and began to move on his cock again, exploring the contrasting pressures and stimulation in this position. Coll's hands reached around and covered her breasts and then slid lower to her hips, caressed her undulating bottom and the dark-haired slit stretched open by his glistening cock. "That feels so good Sweft. You feel so good.... Are you ready to be touched here again?" his fingers rested lightly on her clitoris. She pushed against his hand and experienced a wave of pleasure that Coll clearly felt in his cock. He rubbed her now as she moved, Sweft setting the pace again until she cried out loudly again and clutched at the bed, arching forward and throwing back her head. Coll's own urgency overtook him then, stimulated by the sounds, smell and view of Sweft's arousal and enjoyment. He pulled himself up into kneeling position behind her, Sweft already spread open, wet and willing, in front of him, still moaning with the last spasms of orgasm. Knowing that he could sometimes bring Sweft to a consecutive orgasm simply by taking her hard at the right angle straight after her climax, he immediately remounted and began to ride her forcefully. She cried out wildly, incoherently, at this new rhythm of penetration but had learned to trust Coll with her body and kept her legs wide open to his onslaught. Coll's own groans took on the same tone as hers and he maintained only enough control not to hurt her, although he quickly found that she was so soft, open and well-fucked now that she enjoyed being taken harder than usual. If he were still able to talk he would have told her this as verbal stimulation but they were too far-gone for speech. It was simply imperative that he drive his cock up to the hilt in her eager, swollen sex again and again until they both came. When they did, Sweft's legs gave way beneath her and Coll's spunk jetted so copiously that it filled her and immediately overran down her thighs. They rolled to their sides, and lay in moist, peaceful conjunction until they fell asleep. *** "Feeling better this morning?" Coll asked her when she opened her eyes. Sweft found that she was still half-lying in his arms. It felt good and she made no attempt to move. "I really did travel across five galaxies last night, Coll," she laughed. "It wasn't planned. I surprised myself a little. You and Kes are the only men I want and I needed you." "I hope I made it worth your while." Coll kissed her. "As it happens, I'm on leave. What would you have done if I'd been working?" "Exploded?" she suggested. "You came close. You were radiating sex when you walked into that room last night. I haven't checked the entertainment channels today but I'd be very surprised if you weren't picked up even from only 10 minutes attendance. One man nearly choked on his drink when he just looked at you." "I felt like I was on fire and anything I touched would burn too." "Well, that's pretty much how it works, my dangerous young Sweft.... Nineteen years old is so very young. I forget that too easily." The statement was made with curiosity rather than sentiment. "You're not like Kes. I occasionally forget that too." Coll kissed her again, more lingeringly. "Strong libido, ridiculously high standard in sexual partners and all the exuberance of youth. What am I going to do with you?" It was clearly a rhetorical question. Coll's hands had been at first subtly, and then less subtly caressing Sweft's body as he spoke for some minutes, finally moving to lie between her thighs. Now he caressed her damp silky pubic hair once more and then gently pushed his cock into her, receiving a deep sigh of satisfaction. "Do this..." she moaned, moving her hips to meet his careful thrusts. "And this again?" he suggested "and this?", hands, cock and lips all busy now. "This?" Afterwards, Coll held her again, gently and without pressure, punctuating their conversation with light kisses, evidently no more ashamed of demonstrating affection than sexual appetite. As with Kestrem, Sweft observed that there was something particularly erotic in the tenderness of very strong men. "You're not doing anything to lower my standards, you know, Coll." "Not really in my interests to lower your standards, is it?" he grinned. In Heat My period was approaching. How could I tell? Bitchy, hungry, crazy dreams, and horny. Horny like a goddamned bitch in heat and all I could think of was sex. The problem? Being single without a reliable friend. This time seemed particularly nasty, and I wondered if it were at least partially due to my failed attempt at taking Chaste Tree regularly as a liquid supplement. Chaste Tree was touted as a way to reduce sexual desire, and was an all natural berry extract. I needed to invest in the pills, which were much easier to take. The liquid draws too much attention, and I didn't really want to explain to anyone what I was doing. I texted the only person that was even a small possibility and no go. He had a terribly low sex drive, and I knew it, but I was in dire need here. He seems at home reminding me how incredibly embarrassing it is to be turned down for sex. I was desperate to burn off some energy. It was Saturday, and I called several different friends to go dancing, but everyone either had plans or just didn't want to go. "Screw it," I told my cats, "I'll go alone." It wouldn't be the first time, I just didn't make a habit of it. I pulled on a simple black dress that sparkles a bit, with a loose skirt part that stops above my knees and twirls nicely when spinning. I did my makeup subtly, donned earrings and black flats, and I was out the door. The club I like to go to is about an hour away, so I cranked up the music and tried not to think about sex. This included not thinking about the man I liked who said I was too young for him nor the married man I wanted to jump, but couldn't for obvious reasons. I finally made it to the club, and I could hear the muted beat as I approached the doors. I paid the cover charge and took a deep breath before going to the closest bar and ordering a shot of tequila. I stood watching the dancers for a bit. Thank goodness the night was in full swing; the floor was nearly packed with warm bodies. I ordered another shot, and then joined in the throng; moving my arms, legs, feet, and hips to start the rhythm and loosen up. I closed my eyes, letting the music build in me until I felt like I was becoming part of the beat, that I was fluid, moving in a perfect interpretation of the music. My hands moved over and around me, head thrown back as I dipped backward slightly, and then grinding against the empty space in front of me. After a while I opened my eyes, and could tell the alcohol was taking effect. I needed fresh air. I walked through the club out to the courtyard in back and sat by the fountain with its color show. It was a warm evening, but still cooler outside after having been dancing. I pulled my hair back and away from my neck and let my body cool off. There was lots of chatter outside, and I smiled at a memory of the night I was spanked by a perfectly nice stranger over on the bench. Not hard, it was all playful, but so out of the ordinary. I felt a tightening in me, low. Ok, thoughts like that were not helping. I got back up and walked back into the club. On my way through the crowd, I started to let my hands trail over different men, meeting surprised looks with an impish grin, and grabbed some backsides. Yay tequila! This was naughty, but fun. On the dance floor, I bumped into someone behind me in order to not run into someone else, and realized they were male. Without turning around, I scooted my ass into his crotch, grinding against him. I figured he would probably move away, but instead his hands came down to my hips as he thrust back at me, bending knees to take us both down a little bit. I bent over at the waist, letting it appear as if he were fucking me from behind, and I could certainly feel that he wouldn't mind. We danced together for a while, him behind me and never seeing his face, before I disengaged and simply walked off. I smiled to myself. That had been fun, but I needed to not be doing this with the guys here, as it was not helping my situation. I went to a less crowded section of the floor, and just did my own thing again for a while, letting the music take me away. I was getting sweaty and panting from the exertion, and it felt amazing. The night was melting my stress away as I lost myself in the dance. Someone came up behind me, leaned in and spoke in my ear "Wanna dance?" I pushed back against him, wrapping my hands behind me to pull us tighter, and we were swaying and grinding together. I leaned my head back on to his shoulder, and his arm was around my midsection. He leaned down to kiss my neck, going from my ear down to my shoulder, nipping along the way. Aw hell. My eyes were closed, lips parted, and I was beginning to get lost. He turned me around, putting one leg between mine, and brought his face down to kiss my mouth. I let him, and we were locked in the dance our bodies were doing in time to the music, as well as the dance of tongues that was building my heat back up. My hands had a firm hold of his ass, as his were on my upper back with thumbs curved around to brush the sides of my breasts. I was starting to burn up. We danced like this, his lips and hands taking liberties with me, rubbing against me, and I couldn't do it anymore. I stood on tiptoe to reach his ear. "Fuck me. Now." Before I change my mind, I thought. He pulled back to look at me. He was good looking. A bit younger than I usually like, but with dark hair and dark eyes. He smirked at me, looking around. He finally grabbed my hand and walked through the crowd. We were heading towards the courtyard, but he swung around into the small hallway that held the restrooms. Ahh. There were four other guys in the restroom when we burst in, but none in the stalls, thank goodness. A couple of the guys were startled, quickly putting their junk back and re-zipping, watching as my guy got a condom from the machine on the wall, and then pulled me into one of the empty stalls. I heard a low whistle as he turned me around and flipped my skirt up. I braced my hands against the wall, already panting, as he fumbled with his zipper and pulled my panties down at the same time. I stepped out of them and heard the packet rip. A moment later he slid right into me, hard and fast. I was so wet, there was no resistance, and I cried out at the sudden penetration. He began fucking me in earnest, and I was trying to be quiet, but it was impossible. I could hear hoots and chuckles over my own vocalization, but even as I felt slightly embarrassed, I wanted more. I was in a full haze of lust, and could barely think of anything more than the need to come. I vaguely realized that the stall door was open and the guys were watching. Then he came. Without me. Fuck! Too short... it almost always takes a little bit to get me to come the first time, but then I'm usually good to go and can potentially have orgasm after orgasm after that. Not always, but that's what I was looking for tonight. That's what I needed so damn desperately. I almost started crying in frustration, my head hanging over the toilet. I was trying to catch my breath and calm down when I heard the quiet question of whether I was this guy's girlfriend or not. Then he stepped back, and I felt another body behind me. He leaned in to whisper in my ear "My turn." I heard the stall door close and lock. "We don't need an audience." His voice was deep and seductive, his breath hot against my ear. And then, his fingers pushed into me -- first just one, and then two, slowly. I pushed back against him and gave a strangled "Please." He crooked his fingers until he found the right spot, and I immediately came hard. His other hand came up to stifle my screams as I gushed over his hand. He chuckled, not slowing his movements. "That's it, good girl. Now come for me again." And I did. Twice. My legs were ready to give out. He pulled me up and turned me around, just as the bouncers were coming in to kick me out. He put one arm around me so that I could stand without falling, and then told the bouncers we were leaving. He took me outside and looked me up and down. I was still a bit wobbly, and he took in my glazed eyes and slack mouth. "You're coming home with me," he stated matter-of-factly. I simply nodded my head. I didn't even know his name. He guided me to his car, helped me in and got me buckled, and we left in silence. I took the opportunity to look him over; somewhat concerned I was going to end up dead by the end of the night. I felt incredibly stupid to have just gotten into the car of someone I didn't know, who had just fingered me in the men's restroom of a dance club. He appeared to be in his early to mid-40's. He had dark hair that was graying and a goatee. He had laugh lines at his eyes, and his face was tanned. His arms appeared subtly muscled, and he drove in a relaxed manner with one hand on the wheel. He glanced over at me a few times without smiling, more of an appraisal. His quietness was making me nervous, and I was coming off my lust high. I was afraid to say anything. What the hell had I done? After around 20 minutes, he pulled into a driveway, pushed a button to open the garage, and drove in. He got out of the car and came over to open my door before I had time to reach for the handle. He held out a hand and I took it, letting him pull me up and out of his car. He closed the door and led me into the house, then let go of my hand and walked into the kitchen. We were in the dining room. He opened a cupboard and got a glass, filled it with water, and came back to me. "Drink." He held out the glass for me to take, and I was thirsty. My mouth was dry from the earlier sex as well as from nervousness. I drank the whole glass and handed it back. "How do you feel?" he asked me. "Ah..." What could I say? Nervous, embarrassed, still turned on but not frenzied like I had been? "I think you were drugged. You can stay here tonight, I can take the couch. I won't touch you again." My jaw dropped a little bit. He thought I'd been drugged and had sex because of that. My cheeks started burning in real embarrassment. I cleared my throat. "Um, no. I wasn't drugged. Maybe a bit tipsy, mostly just, um, horny." He frowned at me, waiting a moment to see if I would go on. "You were just out for kicks? And I interrupted." He ran his hands through his hair, looking embarrassed himself. My savior. Who had also made me come three times. "No, I don't go to clubs to get my kicks like that," I said, slightly testily. "I've never done that before, things just got out of control. I've been in heat for the last 4 days and I got... carried away. I only went dancing so that I could get rid of all my energy. I thought it would help." I frowned at him. "And what kind of savior takes advantage of the supposed victim he's trying to save, exactly?" His face flushed. "Oh. Yeah, I ah, I'm sorry about that. I was going to just take you out of there, but I know that twit didn't get you off, and it's been a while for me too... I couldn't stop myself." He paused and eyed me up and down slowly. "Are you all better now, then?" His eyes came up to meet mine, and I swallowed. No, no I was not all better. I felt my desire rise up again and land firmly in my abdomen. I shook my head no. He slowly walked over to me and held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Lucas." He gave me a soft smile, and a small giggle rose out of me. I took his hand. "Carly." He led me into the living room, motioning towards his couch. We both sat down. "So what brought you to the club tonight, Carly, did you say?" And I told him. I mean, what the hell, right? I told him of my frustration, and how it happened, and his fingers started trailing along my arm and legs, then back up, along my side, and lightly over the side of my breast. I was having troubles concentrating on what I was saying, so I just trailed off. My body was strung tight, and I couldn't help but wriggle and strain towards him. "This time I'll ask... can I help you with that?" I just nodded, and both of his hands went to my breasts, fingers brushing over my nipples through the cloth so that I groaned and closed my eyes. His hands went down to my legs, then slid up under my short dress. I had left my panties at the club and could feel my wetness on my thighs, cooling as he parted my legs. He slid down to the floor and scooted me to the edge of the couch. I laid back, inhaling sharply when I felt his tongue touch my clit, then start working it hard. He'd play with my clit for a little while, then lick all along my slit, tongue fucking me shallowly, and back to my clit again. I could feel my orgasm building, it kept going to the edge, and then recede or hold fast. I was whimpering with the need to come, and my hands were everywhere; in his hair urging him on, grasping the edge of the couch, on his shoulders... Lucas pulled back a moment to look at me, and pulled me gently down to lay on the floor with him. He slid two fingers inside of me, searching for the spot to trigger my orgasm. I arched at the feeling, knowing he was watching my reaction, but couldn't think much past the feeling that was building as he rubbed inside me. I came, but Lucas hadn't stopped fingering me, and my release just kept rolling, turning into multiple orgasms as I cried out, shaking on his living room floor. My upper body half rose off the floor with another orgasm as I came so hard, I squirted. "Jesus!" I cried out. I laid back and bumped my head on the floor, trying to drag air into my lungs. Lucas stopped. He leaned over me, and asked if I was ok. I could barely just nod. "Want some water?" I nodded again. He got up, and after a minute came back with a glass of water and a towel. I had made a bit of a mess, but it didn't seem to bother him one bit. He cleaned me up and lay down next to me, head propped on his hand, watching me catch my breath and come back to myself. "You ok?" he asked. I nodded and smiled. I opened my eyes to look at him. His eyes seemed to be sparkling, and I do believe he had enjoyed that. Maybe not as much as I had, but he had enjoyed it nonetheless. "How many times did you come?" he asked. I shook my head. "No clue. I lost track after the first one." I laughed. "You can do that all night, if you want to." "Hmm, I just might..." He leaned down to kiss me, and my arms went around his neck automatically, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss, and then down to get under his shirt to feel skin. He had a firm, smooth back, and I was delighted to move my fingers down the indentation made by his spine. I started pulling his shirt up, and he broke the kiss to sit up, pulling it off in one fluid movement. I ran my hands over his chest, twirling fingers in his dark chest hair. He was beautiful. I undid his pants, and he pulled them the rest of the way off. He was a boxers man. His cock was straining at the fabric, and I had a peak as he was moving around. I pulled the waistband down low enough to free him; he was hard and already dripping pre-cum. He stood on his knees, boxers pulled part way down, letting me look. I touching him, rubbing the pre-cum around the head, and he twitched. I ran my fingers down the soft skin, grasped him, and firmly stroked him a few times, then rubbed the palm of my hand over his head. His hips seemed to involuntarily buck out, pushing his cock against my hand again. I sat up and moved to lick him. I licked from the base, all the way up, then took just the head into my mouth to suck gently. Lucas moaned, and sat back on his heels. I rubbed my tongue over the top, back and forth, and then started taking the rest of him into my mouth slowly. I got almost to the base of his cock, and he hit the back of my throat. I pulled back most of the way, licked the head again, and took him back into my mouth a little faster. I sucked him in and out faster and faster, and felt him starting to fuck my mouth. He was back up on his knees, and I held still, letting him set his own pace, taking as much of him as I could, and moving my tongue over him almost constantly. Lucas pulled back suddenly, with a gasp. There was fire in his eyes, and he looked as if he were trying to gain control. I wanted to watch him come, plus there was something empowering about me jerking him off to completion while he was naked and I was still wearing my dress. I reached out and grabbed his cock, rubbed my thumb over the tip, and then pumped him with a steady pace. His eyes closed, his mouth was open, and he was enthralled completely. It took only a few strokes, and his cum shot out, covering my hand and dripping onto the floor. I thumbed the head of his penis again, and he jerked at the sensitivity. He opened his eyes and then sat back against the couch. "I didn't want to come yet." His breathing was hard, but the fire wasn't out. I shrugged, and grabbed the towel to clean off my hand. "I wanted to watch you come, though. It was beautiful." I smiled. This time I got up to get some water for him. He drank part of it and offered the rest to me. I shook my head and set it aside. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked. He pointed towards the hallway. "Second door on the left." I took his directions and relieved myself, washed my hands, combed fingers through my hair, and opened the door to go back to the living room. He was standing at the door waiting for me. He took my hand and led me into the room at the end of the hall, which was his bedroom. He reached down to the hem of my dress, and pulled it up over my head as soon as I held my arms up. Lucas pulled me to him and bent down to take a nipple into his mouth. My head fell back and I moaned. Lips, and teeth, and tongue, all playing havoc on my nipples as he went back and forth between them. I could feel he was getting hard again, and my legs were ready to buckle. "Please," I whispered. He backed me up to the bed and I sat, his mouth still latched on to my breasts. He nipped me, and I gasped loudly. He looked up, but I wasn't complaining. He scooted me back onto the bed, and entered me with his fingers again, maintaining the assault on my breasts, and I came immediately. I cried out as I pushed against him, embedding his fingers deeper inside of me. He pulled out and rubbed a finger along my wet pussy, up to rub at my clit, and then back down to press against my anal ring. I inhaled sharply but didn't pull away, and he took it for what it was: ascent. He dipped his finger back into my wetness, and then pressed against me until I opened for him. He pressed in slowly as I clutched at him... it had been so long since anyone had been inside me this way. He started up a rhythm, using his other fingers on my clit, and he watched me as he made me come yet again. He kissed me, then got up from the bed. Still pulling in much needed air, I started to sit up to see where he was going, but he returned almost instantly. His hands pushed me back down, then he was opening a packet and rolling a condom on. I watched him with desire curling almost painfully in the deepest parts of me, wishing he would hurry up... and then he was there. He pushed into me slowly, making me take him inch by precious inch. I was sopping wet. He pushed all the way back in, and stopped. "You feel so damn good." He murmured. I whispered back the same. He pulled out, and then back in again, just as painfully slowly. I was trying to push back at him, but he placed one hand on my hip and one on my shoulder to keep me down. He was torturing me. Slowly, slowly, he let it build up in me, in us both, and his mouth came down to find my breasts again, increasing the torture ten-fold. I was getting desperate, I wanted to be fucked. I was close to begging him when he finally picked up the pace. I had my hands on his ass, urging him on, and we finally settled into a fast pace. I was coming repeatedly, barely able to get my gasps out because I was breathing so hard. He was long enough that he bumped my cervix, just a little, and the harder he fucked me, the harder he hit it. Little pleasure spots pains, and I was beside myself. In Heat All of a sudden, he pulled out. "Turn over," he demanded, already tugging at me to get on my knees. I spread my legs, and opened for him to take me from behind. He entered me quickly, beginning to fuck me hard. Deeper in this position, I was practically screaming at the combination of sensations. He pushed a finger into my ass again, and I was coming and coming, and couldn't seem to stop. Nothing existed except the pleasure he was inflicting on me. With a final cry from his own lips, he was coming as well, pressing into me to the final depths of this round, and then laying his body on top of mine, still in the position I was. He allowed himself to fall to the side and pulled me with him; his cock falling out as he draped an arm over me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I started laughing. "What?" he asked. "My savior of the night. Saving me from idiots and sending my fire out of control, long through the night." I shook my head. "Sorry, that was a ridiculous thing to say." He chuckled. "Through the night, eh?" My eyes were closed and I couldn't see his expression, but he sounded amused. "Well, if you're up to it." I opened my eyes and turned to look at him with my eyebrow raised. "When I'm in heat, it can last for days. But if you're not, I understand..." my voice trailed off as I felt his fingers finding their way into me, and I started writhing again. "Oh, I think I can help take care of that for as long as you need." And it seemed he was right.