1 comments/ 32818 views/ 1 favorites Man Addict By: EnglishEm I have a desire, a need that plagues me constantly. It is the need to touch, to taste; to feel the desperate arousal of another. I feel it all the time. When I'm shopping in my local supermarket, standing in line at the bank, even when I'm walking down the street. Some people would call me a sex addict, but I'm not, I'm a man addict. You see, it's about more than just sex. I'm not just looking for a quick fuck; I want a connection, a meeting of souls. I want to lie under a man and know that at that moment, he would do anything, give anything to be buried, balls deep in my body. I look at men constantly, wondering what their bodies look like beneath their clothing. Do they have a muscular physique? Is their chest hairy or hairless? Do they have a six pack, strong thighs, that intriguing line of hair that starts around the belly button and runs down the lower abdomen, to join the coarse curls that surround a man's sex? I look at their crotches and wonder how large their cocks are. Do they bend to the left or the right? Are they circumcised or uncircumcised? Do they like having their balls sucked, or a finger up their arse? I'm not looking to get married or settle down, so I never look past the outer package. It's a shallow world and I'm no different to any other woman who is looking for great, memorable sex, so I don't really care about their personalities, or if they have a job or money in the bank. I just care about their looks, their bodies and their odour. I know the last criteria may seem a little odd, but I have a really good sense of smell and enjoy savouring the individual aromas of a man, working backwards to peel away the layers of cologne, deodorant and soap, until I'm rewarded by his natural scent. I have a good job that pays well, so I can afford a decent flat, nice clothes and once in a while, a pair of designer shoes. I love wearing heels and have perfected the art of strutting around in five inch stilettos. At five foot one, I'm a little shorter than the average woman, so the extra height the heels give, enable me to be seen in a crowd, plus they make my legs look great. I inherited my tanned complexion and strength of character from my father. My auburn hair, sea green eyes and petite frame are courtesy of my mother. My toned body, firm thighs and flat stomach however, are all my own doing. Regular exercise and healthy eating are just part of my daily regime, the rest involves having my waist length hair trimmed every six weeks, to keep it healthy and shiny and having a complete leg, underarm and pubic wax on a regular basis. After all, if you want to catch the main prize, you have to bait the trap with honey. I love music and I love to dance, so I regularly haunt the night clubs of London and I always go alone. A petite, beautiful woman, alone on a crowded dance floor, is considered easy pickings, which actually helps me to pick out the kind of man I'm looking for. If I have to tell a guy no, but he won't take no for an answer, there is usually a protective alpha male, ready to step in. I like strong, protective men and if he happens to fit the rest of my requirements, I'll let him fuck me, but if not, I'll say a polite thank you, smile and move on. I frequent the clubs so often that I'm well known by the doormen and they always let me straight in. I'm pretty sure it's a combination of my looks and the gentle, slow caress I always give them across their crotch or backside as I make my way inside the club. Sometimes, they return the favour and one doorman even put his hand up my skirt once, sliding a finger into my panties and over my pussy. The move was slick and fast and after removing his hand, he licked the tip of his finger, giving me a cheeky grin. I responded with a sultry smile and blew him a kiss. Last night, I was on the prowl and chose to wear a backless, halter neck dress in black, with a gold thread running through it. I love wearing this dress because the gold catches the light, causing it to shimmer as I walk and comes to mid thigh, showing off my smooth, golden legs. My jewellery consisted of a simple pair of gold drop earrings and a set of gold bangles on my left wrist. Black peep toe stiletto sling backs and a matching clutch bag, completed my outfit. As I strutted down the street past the line, I walked like a model, Placing one foot directly in front of the other, which caused my hips to sway slightly. I kept my back straight and my head high, taking short, quick steps, which forced my lustrous hair to bounce as it cascaded down my back. I felt the eyes of the men on my body as I walked past. Their indrawn breaths indicating attraction and arousal, as they glanced at my face and then worked their way down, over my firm breasts, tight bottom and shapely legs. I heard the jealous muttering of the women and one girl even called out spitefully, "...Slut..." I looked at her and smiled. If I'd wanted her man, I could have had him and she knew it. But he wasn't my type and I walked on, uncaring of her opinion of me. As I reached the end of the line, the doorman removed the red velvet rope and slid a hand around my naked back, indicating with the other that I could go straight through. He bent down to whisper a greeting in my ear and my fingers found his crotch, brushing tantalisingly over his rapidly hardening shaft, as I caressed his lower lip with my tongue. I felt his hand tighten on my skin and his lips parted as he tried to capture me with a kiss, but I was too quick and much to his dismay, I slipped through. As soon as I arrived in the main body of the club, I stood at the top of the stairs and scanned the crowd. The club was packed; a multitude of sweaty, horny people, crammed the dance floor and I closed my eyes, savouring the heavy bass of the music as it thumped through my body. Gliding down the stairs, I weaved a path through the clubbers and made my way to the bar. Along the way I could feel hands on my body; caressing my back and hair, my bottom and the tops of my thighs, but I didn't stop. I had not spotted anyone I was interested in, but the night was young and I was in no hurry. As I approached the bar, I extracted a ten pound note from my clutch bag and folded it, stashing it in the built in cup of my dress. I ordered a drink; a vodka and orange and waited for the barman to place the glass on the bar. One of my favourite games to play is tease the barman and I watched his face carefully as I slowly inserted my fingers into the cup and pulled out the note. As I placed the money in his hand, I caressed his palm with my fingers. Every action, every movement was orchestrated to entice and titillate, so I then picked up my drink and glided my tongue beneath the straw, supporting it while I slid the tip between my lips. As I lowered my mouth down the straw I sucked, pulling hard which caused my cheeks to hollow. I had to be careful that I didn't pull too much liquid up the straw and choke, so I mashed the end of the straw against the roof of my mouth with my tongue, cutting off the liquid. I watched the expression on the barman's face as he stared at my hollowed cheeks. I could guess what he was thinking and he confirmed my suspicions as he turned away to collect my change and adjusted his cock. Grinning, he handed me the coins and a folded napkin with his phone number. I smiled benignly at him as I opened my bag and slipped the change inside, dropping the napkin to the floor. I was about to turn away, when I felt a band of steel slide around my waist, pulling me back against a rock hard body. A warm, moist breath whispered in my ear, "You're a little tease, aren't you?" Closing my eyes, I turned my head slightly and inhaled deeply. I could smell his cologne, leather and spice and beneath that, the clean smell of soap, shampoo and deodorant. Finally, I got down to his natural scent. He smelled earthy, musky and my heart beat increased. I reached down and grasped his arm. He felt immensely strong and warm and resisted me for a second or two, before allowing me to pull his arm away, so that I could turn around. I stared at him for a few moments, inspecting him. He smiled lazily as I perused his body, confident that I would find him attractive. I did. He fit all of my requirements. He was tall, well over six feet and muscular. His arms were strong and hairy and he smelled fantastic. It was difficult to tell in the muted light of the club, but I thought he had blue eyes and either dark blonde or light brown hair. He again bent down to talk to me. The noise in the club forced him to speak against my ear, causing a delightful shiver to race down my body. "Do you like what you see?" I turned my head slightly, positioning my mouth against his ear and whispered one word, "...yes..." He pulled back to look at me, his expression turning feral. Clasping my hand, he led me out of the club and around the corner to the underground car park, where the exclusive club members park for free. As we reached his car, a black 4x4, he activated the unlocking mechanism and reached out to open the passenger door. I counteracted this move by placing my hand over the door, preventing him from opening it. "We could just get in the back..." I offered, suggestively. But he shook his head, backing me into the side of the car. I arched away from the cold metal as it made contact with my bare skin and he palmed my breast, squeezing it gently. Leaning over me, he ran his tongue up the side of my neck in one long, wet stroke. As he reached my ear, he growled, "I'm not a young, eager stud, baby. I intend to have you several times tonight, in a place where we won't be disturbed." Pulling away, he stared intently at me, waiting for me reaction. My nipples tightened, my pussy wept and I allowed my expression to reveal the arousal and desire that his words had conjured. He groaned, swooping down to capture my mouth and just as his lips touched mine, I whispered, "Before this night is through, I'm going to own you, body and soul..." Man Addict Ch. 02 Without another word, he opened the passenger door and helped me in. As I climbed up, his hand rested on my bottom for a moment, before sliding beneath the hem of my dress. I was wearing lacy boy shorts that left the lower half of my bottom bare. His fingers moved up to caress the crease between my cheek and thigh before he shut the door and moved around to the driver's side. As he started the engine, I glanced down at his crotch and noted with satisfaction, the immense bulge nestled there. Moving up to his handsome face, I could see lines of strain bracketing his mouth as he expertly manoeuvred out of the car park and took off with a squeal of tyres. The short journey was completed in silence. Sexual tension coated the interior of the car like a fine mist, dampening our intimate clothing with anticipation. Thankfully, it wasn't long before we were pulling into another underground car park and he switched off the engine, hopping out quickly and walking around to open my door. Helping me out of the car, his hand slid possessively down my back as he guided me to a bank of lifts. We didn't look at each other as we rode up to the top floor. We didn't touch and still, we didn't speak. He reached into his pocket and extracted a door key, flicking it back and forth impatiently. The lift stopped and an older couple got in. The man glanced at me as his partner fussed with her hair and his eyes widened as a hair-roughened hand reached out to caress my breast, strong fingers slipping under the material of my dress to pinch my nipple. As he rubbed his thumb over the rapidly hardening nub, I sucked in a breath. The sound was barely audible in the quiet of the lift, but the woman heard. As she started to turn her head, the lift stopped and opened its doors. They exited the lift and the older man glanced back at me, licking his lips as I raised the hem of my dress to tantalise him with a glimpse of my panties. The doors closed and I dropped the material, chuckling quietly to myself. My would-be lover withdrew his hand as if it were on fire and moved over to the side of the lift, turning away from me. I frowned. Was he angry that I'd exposed myself like that? If he didn't want to play games, he shouldn't start them. But before I could ask him, the lift stopped once more and he strode out, pulling me along behind him. He stopped in front of a door at the far end of the corridor and inserted the key in the lock. I was opening my mouth to question his withdrawal in the lift, when he turned to me with an expression of such unbridled passion on his face that I gulped. Dragging me through the door, he kicked it shut and slammed me, face first against its surface. Pushing into me from behind, he rocked his hips slowly against me, pushing his rigid cock into my spine. I felt his hands under my dress as he attempted to pull my panties down. "Rip them off." I demanded, huskily. With a groan he grasped the delicate material in his meaty hands and tore them from me, causing my body to jerk violently against the wooden door panels. I was incredibly aroused. That small spark of dominance as he ripped the material from my skin drew moisture from my body and it soaked my labia, trickling down my inner thighs. The removal of my panties in such an animalistic way, tipped him over the edge and he lost all finesse as he ripped open the front of his trousers and shoved them forcefully to his knees. I heard the tearing of a condom packet and then movement behind me as he smoothed the latex down his shaft. He put his hand in the small of my back and pushed me downward. Stepped back, I braced myself against the door, giving him easier access to my pussy. Grasping his cock, he rubbed the head over my outer lips, lubricating the condom with my juices, before ramming into me. The violence of his possession and the accompanying bite of pain almost made me cum and I squeezed my inner muscles around his cock as it filled me to capacity. Growling, he pushed my feet further apart to widen my stance and began thrusting, hard and fast. The sound of his balls, slapping against my body as he fucked me was overly loud in the darkness and he grunted with every thrust, squeezing my hips in a bruising grip. A hot pressure began to unfurl in my abdomen and I moaned, pushing back against him. He bent his knees, changing the angle so that he could thrust deeper and then let go of my hips to rip the shirt from his chest. Dropping it to the floor, he curved his body over mine, pressing his naked, hairy torso against my bare back. His arm clamped around my waist as he grabbed a handful of my hair, using it to pull my head back and to one side. As he tightened his grip, he sank his teeth into the junction between my neck and shoulder without breaking the skin, pinning me possessively and I screamed as an intense orgasm rolled through my body, igniting nerve endings that twitched and spasmed. My pulsating muscles triggered his own release and he roared, jerking against my body as he emptied copious amounts of sperm into the reservoir of the condom. My quivering limbs gave way and I sank to the carpet, dislodging his shaft as he leaned over and braced his hands against the doorframe, his body shaking from the aftermath of his climax. Catching my breath, I turned. There was enough light showing through the curtains to dimly outline his body and I reached out, smoothing my hand up his inner thigh and over his balls to the base of his impressive cock. Gripping the condom, I slipped it from his body and replace the latex with my mouth. I wanted to taste his essence and stretching my lips around his girth, I swallowed him slowly from root to coated tip. Unfortunately, I am not like the minority of women who have no gag reflex and it has taken a lot of practice and perseverance to overcome the choking feeling of having a large cock touching the walls of my throat. What I have discovered however, is if you elongate your neck you can swallow more and I was in the perfect position to do just that. Slipping my tongue out, I licked his shaft as I reversed direction, gliding back down his length until just the head rested in my warm, wet mouth. Lathing my tongue over his glans, I cleaned him off gently, mindful that a man's penis can be very sensitive after he has come. He smelled musky but there was hardly any taste, which I enjoyed. I don't particularly like swallowing strong tasting cum, but I will do it, rather than ruin the moment. As I knelt on the carpet with my new lovers cock in my mouth, somebody switched on the light. I jumped, blinking owlishly and waited for my eyes to adjust to the harsh brightness. A naked man came into view, strolling across the living room to stand beside us. Cupping his hand around my cheek, he flexed his thumb, rubbing it along my lips until he touched the shaft of the other man. I pulled back slowly, until the softening cock fell from my lips. The head glistened in the light, a combination of the remnants of his cum and my saliva. Glancing up, I realised his hair was actually a dirty blonde and he had pale blue eyes, the colour of faded denim. Pulling me to my feet, he held my face reverently and leaned over to kiss me. As his lips touched mine, he moaned into my mouth and the kiss turned into a mating of tongues. He stroked the inside of my mouth, my cheeks and even my teeth, devouring me slowly, languorously. His mouth was hot, his lips soft and pliable and his fingers tantalised me as he caressed them delicately up and down my spine. I relaxed into his body, running my hands over his warm skin and enjoying his strength as the muscles in his arms, chest and abdomen flexed beneath my touch. Eventually, he pulled away, breathing heavily. He gazed down at me with a strange expression on his face, as if he'd just found something wondrous and didn't want to let it go. I smiled up at him, basking in the warmth of his gaze. This was what I wanted, what I craved. That look was worth everything to me. It let me know that the sex we'd just shared had been really special, possibly momentous. "What's your name, beautiful?" I hesitated. I don't often give my name, preferring the anonymity. Somehow, not knowing your partner's name can make the sex more exciting. But as I looked into his eyes, I realised this was important to him, so I answered him, truthfully. "...Ehlena..." I felt movement beside me and turned my head to observe the other man as he bent to retrieve my ruined panties. Bringing them to his face, he inhaled slowly, savouring my scent. Opening his eyes, he pierced me with his gaze. The man I'd just fucked, turned my face gently towards him and said, "My name is Jared and this is my lover, Kyle." "You smell good Ehlena." Kyle whispered. Leaning over me, he buried his face in my neck and stroked his tongue over the faint impression of Jared's teeth. I shivered and felt his lips curve in a smile against my skin. As he retreated, I placed my hand at the nape of his neck, pulling him back down. It was my turn to scent him and I took my time, rolling my nose slowly up his neck. His base scent was fresher than Jared's. He smelled of sunshine and warmth. A strange explanation, I know, but that's the only way I can describe it. I looked him over, noting the differences between the two men. Kyle also had blue eyes, but they were a deeper, darker blue than Jared's and his hair was light brown. His muscular frame wasn't as defined as Jared's either, but he had a latent strength that I found appealing as well as a completely hairless torso, so the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen were more visible than the other mans. I grinned in delight as I noticed Kyle had removed all of his pubic hair. His shaft and balls were completely smooth and the rest of his body hair was fine and pale. His cock was in proportion to the rest of his body, smaller than Jared's, but no less impressive. I sighed in appreciation. Both men were equally beautiful to me and I wanted them both...