1 comments/ 9653 views/ 0 favorites Insatiable By: chealseagirl We met a restaurant about six months ago. I was leaving as he was coming in. As I passed him, I caught my heel on his foot and he caught my fall. As he grabbed me I giggled, "Oops, I stepped on your foot." We were still rather close as he tried keep his balance and in my ear slowly growled, "it's okay." That memory still thrills me and I can still feel his breath on my skin as those words escaped his lips. I get shivers just thinking about it. That was our first encounter--the next encounters were just as brief. I'd say "Hello," he'd say "Hello." We'd look at each other for a second or two, but it seemed to last much longer than that. We didn't know the same people and were never in the same room for longer than it would take to eat a quick lunch and go. He didn't let on that he was into me, and I tried not to either. However, I started dressing a little sexier, and later got more daring in my attempts to get him to really notice me. Once, I wore stockings and a garter under my skirt. I was able to pick a seat with perfect placement adjacent to his. I caught his gaze for a fleeting moment so I gently dropped my hand to my leg then slowly ran my fingers along my thigh to the hem of my skirt. I delicately plucked up the fabric and slid it back up to reveal my secret to him. I caught his blush as he looked away. While standing in line to order in the crowded restaurant, we were pressed up against one another like sardines--not that either of us minded. "Hello again, my name is Cal," he said. His smile was very young, but he was not exactly youthful. He was in his thirties but his face was still boyish. His eyes flashed as he smiled and the clear blue sky that reflected back was mesmerizing. I know I was breathless in my response. "Hello, I'm Sandy." I shook his hand. It was warm, welcoming, and firm. Most men give gentle handshakes to women, mistaking femininity for frailness--not him. I appreciated that. Ever prepared, I slipped my business card into his pocket. I had hoped for a moment like this. My home number was written on the back with a quick "Call me... love Sandy, the girl from the restaurant." The next night, we began a phone relationship that lasted for weeks. He had a dirty mind and I loved all the things we wanted to do to me. And it made me tingle just knowing that even when we were in the restaurant having lunch, we shared surreptitious glances, but no one else knew that we were even acquainted. We maintained our private phone conversations for weeks, but we eventually we both needed more. We decided to meet at a hotel and experience firsthand, all the intimate things we'd shared on the phone. I teased him and said that my desires were stronger than his and that I most assuredly could out last him; he disagreed. We made a date: a weekend for the two of us at a hotel on the beach. The hotel was a known hot spot for lovers that catered specifically to them. The room was perfect. Cal had gotten there before me and prepared it for our rendezvous. The lights were dim and the fireplace was crackling. He had opened a bottle of wine and had a glass ready for me when I walked in. I set my things down and in two long strides I was by his side. Taking the glass, I leaned in for a nice warm embrace. He smelled of cedar and cinnamon--very comforting. "Thank you," I whispered into his ear. "You're very welcome," he said as he pulled away. "I was starting to wonder if you'd reconsidered." He sounded relaxed and at the same time happy that I hadn't backed out. Seeing him so at ease with the situation made me feel better. Perhaps I shouldn't be such a scaredy cat. After all, he was obviously excited to see me and eager to proceed with our weekend. "Where should we begin?" I asked, trying to sound coy and yet alluring at the same time. I was nervous and trying not to let it show, but I honestly wondered what we should do next. We'd obviously been intimate on the phone and were both hungry for more. But how would we move past the first awkward moments? "Let's start with an ice-breaker," he said, sounding more confident. If he was apprehensive now, he didn't let on at all. His cool demeanor was enticing. "How about a shower, together?" It was the perfect idea--hot water streaming down our backs, relaxing our muscles, breaking the tension, and washing away the day. I wasn't the slightest bit hesitant about getting naked so soon. I knew that I did some of my "best work" in the shower. "I could definitely use a shower," I said. We walked into the bathroom and shower stall was amazing. It had eight shower heads shooting from all directions and room for at least five people. Yet I could see us getting very close and cozy in there. As the steam from the shower filled the room, we helped each other undress. I unbuttoned his shirt and noticed that his body was more defined than I had imagined. His warm hand helping me remove my bra gave me a shiver, and I wondered if he'd felt it against his palm. I walked toward the shower and turned on the water to a perfectly steamy temperature. I ran my hand across his ass as I made my way to the shower, and then paused and gave him a nice spanking—not too hard, just enough to make him tingle from my sudden intense touch. As soon as he walked into the shower with me, our hands and mouths were all over each other. I eased my way behind him and started with gentle rubbing of his back. Moving my hands gently across his skin and allowing my fingernails to scratch softly at him, I leaned in and kissed the back of his neck and nibbled there for a bit while my hand wandered around the front and worked his cock. Stroking him slowly up and down as I nibbled at him, I then slowly and gently kissed and bit the skin along his spine all the way down to his waste. His cock was already hard from my handy work, and ready for my mouth. I started with the just the tip--I eased him in gently, gave him a nice teaser and didn't let on that I was an expert at giving head. I worked the tip extensively, until I could hear his breathing become a little erratic. I knew he was enjoying my technique. I positioned my body perfectly so that I could work the whole cock; one hand stroking him, the other playing with his balls, and my mouth sucking and stroking. I worked until I was able to get the entire member into my mouth at once, and proceeded to lick his sack at the same time. I thought he was ready to climb the walls at that point, but I didn't stop. My tongue explored his entire cock. First his balls, where I licked and sucked as the water from the shower that rained down upon my head. His moans were encouraging, and I knew I would make him cum soon if I continued, so I slowed down--there was no need to rush. I took my time licking at his cock like a lollipop until once again, strong suction along with slow methodical stroking had him shaking and moaning loudly. He grabbed my hair and pulled, forcing me fuck him with my mouth. I didn't want him to get there yet, so I pulled away from him. As his breathing started to slow, I stood up and rinsed my mouth. With both hands, he grasped my face and pulled me into an intense kiss--more passionate than I had ever known before. His tongue explored my mouth and let me know he was an expert. My senses were reeling and I started to lose my balance a little. The water from the shower was hot and comforting, but it was starting to make my fingertips wrinkle and lose sensation so I suggested we step out and dry off. That was the moment he was waiting for. He turned the tables on me and started to work me over. He took my towel and carefully dried my body. His touch was softer than I had imagined, and it felt like he wore velvet gloves. Then, he took my hand and walked me to the room and gently laid me down on the bed. He began with a massage. As I lay on my tummy on the bed, he took the oil from the shelf and started to work it into my skin. His delicate touch and the scent of the jasmine oil made my blood race while it relaxed me. My sighs and moans told him what he already knew—he was already driving me wild. Despite my arousal, his hands worked the muscles on my back like an expert masseur. Then they were the hands of an expert lover. It wasn't just the lotion nor the touch, but the way his hands wandered my body as he discovered it for the first time. His fingertips were ever so gentle as they made their way down my back to my backside. With the pretense of rubbing the oil into my skin, his hands edged their was discreetly nearer my more secret skin. He would inch in, and then away. Every time he would get close to my pussy, I wished he would dive right in. But he didn't—not right away. It was a tease that seemed to go on for an eternity, every time he inched closer and closer. Without realizing, I began to spread my legs further and further apart, inviting him in. Before long, I felt a wet, soft licking at my now sopping wet lips. He gently stroked around the edges, teasing the layers of my flesh. I thought I was going to melt into him. He pulled away and gently rolled me over so that I could see into his intense eyes as he went for more. He paused, looked straight into my eyes, then lowered and the licking began again--this time with purpose. My mind was unable to process thoughts as he nibbled at my clit. Slowly at first, he sucked at the little nob. Every nerve in my body was on alert. I began to practice my breathing techniques to keep my body calm, but it was becoming more and more difficult. His tongue worked the crease and the sucking continued. Unable to keep myself from it, I began to move my hips in time with sucking, encouraging him to work harder. My nipples stood at attention as all the nerves in my skin were heightened. Without warning, his delicious mouth dove into my center, as deep as he could go, stroking and licking. I had never felt so intensely in my life. No one had ever taken the time to care for my little puss the way he did. As his tongue dove in and out, my breathing became erratic. The moans escaped my mouth before I could stop them and I grabbed his head and pushed him harder to me. I was dangling over the edge and there was nothing I could do to stop it--not that I wanted to. This was divine. I was so close to climax, my muscles were aching for relief when he stopped suddenly. "Not yet" he said "not yet". Cal was almost evil in the way he delighted my agony. He worked his mouth up to mine inch by inch. Kissing my tummy, then breasts, and finally my mouth. The taste of myself on his breath was unexpectedly delicious. He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. Cocooned in the cool cotton sheets, we intertwined our bodies. He nibbled on my neck and ears; I gave kisses on his skin. We worked much slower now. The softer, gentler actions took their toll on my senses. I wanted to know what his cock felt like from the inside, but he was taking his time. I reluctantly let him. His body was warm and comforting and my legs fell around his so that my pussy was in-line with his cock. Just a few sweet moments later, his throbbing cock was inside me. We let our bodies do what they were meant to do. We rocked slowly together, enjoying the sensations of our connection. I slowly sat up forcing him deep inside me. Then in delicate, slow movements, I rolled my hips in slight circles. He grabbed my hips and helped them along, rocking them back and forth. I leaned back allowing my long hair to fall and raising my heavy rounded breasts up so that they were all he saw. This change in position, while slight, sent shock waves through me. I kept it up a bit longer--just rocking up and down on him while my breasts bounced. I knew he loved watching them bob and sway with our movements. I came forward again, and sat up on my knees letting him slide completely out of me. I moved back just slightly, bent down and spit on his cock. The saliva made it nice and slick as I raised up and slowly slid his large cock in my ass. The sensation of him entering me was intense, so the motions had to be calculated and never hurried. He seemed surprised at my action, but immediately started to move into me. He fucked my ass nicely as I fingered my hungry pussy. He took his cue and moved his fingers in to help, so I moved my hand aside and let him play. The whole experience was taking me over. I started to feel my nearing orgasm and I just enjoyed the ride. We moved together in a frenzy of motion, breath, touch, and sound. It was building and racing and then, all at once, we came. At the same time,our bodies seized and trembled together. The next few moments were quiet. Cal laid by my side for a few minutes gently running his fingers up and down my arm. "So, as far as introductions go, I think that was the best one I have ever had," he said in a playful voice. "I think I would agree." I was still on fire and trembling. "So, do you still think you can outlast me?" he smiled his amazing, boyish smile. "I don't know; we seem closely matched." I gave him my most innocent smile. "But, I must admit, I have never made love for hours like that before." Cal leaned in closely to me, pressing his warm skin to mine as he pulled me down into his arms, resting his head on the pillow. He kissed the back of my neck as he moved my hair aside. "Honestly, I have never either. That was intense, and I liked it." He gently wrapped an arm around me as I settled into him and we both fell asleep I don't know what time it was when I woke up, but I was still entwined with him. The smell of his skin and his soft breath on my shoulder was comforting. The sun was just making its way up and casting a fresh glow across the room. We were warm, and temporarily satisfied. As I began to move, I realized that all my muscles were strained from the evening's fun. I needed to recharge--my body was screaming for help. Hot water, soothing bubbles and spa jets were calling my name. I slipped away for a soak while he lay sleeping. Once I was pulled away from his sleepy grasp, I watched him for a few minutes. He was some what childlike, yet very much a man. I wandered into the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature in the tub. Every inch of my body from my toes to my head thanked me in a huge melting sigh as I sank deeper into the water until all you could see was from my chin up. My tension and soreness melted away as my mind wandered to thoughts of the night before. He was a powerful lover, better than I ever imagined. I assumed he would be good, but he went beyond my wildest expectations. Those hands, those eyes, oh and those lips... he definitely knew how to fuck me well. In the water with my mind so focused on what he did to me I started to awaken again. I felt the urge stirring, swirling, and bubbling from my thighs to my head. As the jets massaged my back, I let my fingers massage my lower lips. I let myself sink further into my mind as the motions became quicker and more intense. As I closed my eyes to fully enjoy myself, I imagined him licking me again. The way his tongue masterfully knew where to stroke me was amazing. He sucked at my flesh like a juicy piece of fruit--it was unlike anything I had known before. Just the thought of him, licking, touching, and taking me over closed the gap and I came in rapid shutter of spasms. As I let myself slowly come to consciousness, still immersed in the effects of my orgasm, I was completely unaware of anything around me. "Did you enjoy that?" I could tell by the naughty smile on his face as he spoke, that he liked the show. His beautiful cock was already standing at attention. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did." Never a shy girl, not me--I loved that he had watched me come. "Why don't you invite me in? I need a bath too!" He has such a sweet smile, I couldn't resist. "Well, join me now, it's still hot and I bet we could make it even hotter!" I teased as I splashed him. He slowly melted down into the water and laid back between my legs so that his head was on my chest. As he relaxed, I massaged his shoulders and arms. We just laid back and soaked our bodies. It was a nice retreat that we both needed and enjoyed. Minutes passed and we heard a knock at the door. "Oh yeah, breakfast" he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "While you were having yourself a treat, I ordered us some coffee and food. Be right back." He practically hopped out of the tub. Seeing that he had so much energy made me excited. There were bubbles all over him, which I found amusing. "Nice ass!" I called to him as he walked out. It was a nice ass too, nicely rounded, perfectly shaped, and since I knew what it could do, it made me tingly all over. There were the usual conversations between room service and guest then he was back, coffee in hand. I wondered why no one seemed particularly bothered that he was completely naked, but then I remembered that this Inn was designed with people like us in mind. He was probably not the first nude they had seen, probably not even the first this morning. I pulled the plug in the tub and stood up. "Nice tits!" He said to me in the same smart-ass tone I gave him. "I know" I took a bow and followed him back to the room. The small table was laid out with a luscious assortment of fruits. Aromatics of oranges, strawberries, peaches and mango mixed with the bitter smell of the Sumatran coffee and aroused my mind. We sat across from each other, still completely naked and totally at ease. Watching each other eat the small bits of fruit became a game. I licked at the juices that dripped off my strawberry, moving my tongue deliberately and slowly across my lips to be sure I didn't miss a drop. Inevitably, little squirts of the juice missed their target and landed on my breast, rolled down and dripped off my nipple. He watched with the intensity of an animal about to pounce on his prey. Thinking better of it for now, he settled back into his seat and proceeded to eat a succulent peach. As he devoured the soft pulpy flesh in an intensely familiar way, my own sweetness longed for his tongue. I lost myself watching him lick at the center of that fruit--I was actually jealous of the attention it received. Crossing my legs did little to quell the rising heat. My eagerness was becoming as apparent as the blood that rushed to my cheeks. In an attempt at distraction, I chose a banana as the next object of my affections. Our eyes locked as I ran my tongue seductively up the shaft of the fruit. Slowly easing the wholeness of it into my mouth, I swallowed slightly so that I could fit it all the way down. He didn't blink, but I could tell that he wanted what I had to offer. Steadily, slowly, the fruit slid from my mouth. I bit the tip. A few impassioned moments passed between us. I watched him, watching me. We were hungry, but it wasn't about food anymore. Ravenous lust had taken over. Faster than either of us were aware we could move, he took me into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist as he entered me firmly. The cool wall supported me as we bucked up against it. I couldn't get enough of him; I wanted more. I kissed and sucked at his mouth as if to steel his every breath. Skin on skin, my hands tangled into his hair I was so close to him there was no space between us. Our connection unbroken, he knelt down slowly lowering our bodies to the floor in front of the fire. Soon he was working his beautiful magic down my body, pausing to nibble at my belly button. Kissing his way down my thighs, he teased my sweetness by moving in with his mouth closer, then going in the opposite direction. It was devastating, but delicious. At last, he slipped his tongue into the glistening slit of flesh. I nearly burst. So heavenly were his kisses that my mind went blank. Then, he surprised me. Out of a bag of tricks he retrieved a zingy little vibrator. While he maneuvered the his tongue deeper inside and around my nob, he worked the vibrator into my ass. The whole experience was almost more than I could bear. I grasped at his shoulders and head. I couldn't get a good enough grip and left several clawing marks until finally I was able to get a hold of the rug beneath me. I tried to pull away from him, it was too much, but he grabbed my arching back with his free arm, and pulled me into him. My legs were more powerful than he could have known and I was able to wrap them around him and flip us both over, effectively trading places. Insatiable Hovering over him, I allowed him to pleasure me a little longer. But I was in charge now, and I wanted to make him cum. On my knees, I moved down until I was at his waist, and I pulled him up to me. I was dripping--I wanted him inside me so bad. In one slick move, my mouth covered his and my aching puss slid nicely over his cock. I nearly came from the intensity. It took all the strength in my body to hold off my own orgasm as I worked on his. Pulling us into a seated position, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. We were locked in a sexy knot as we rocked in slow rhythm, completely tangled up in each other. Harder and harder we pushed. The moans escaping from my mouth grew louder the closer I got to orgasm, and I could tell he was nearly there too, as his own groans were hurried. Sweet, hot intense white light filled my brain as it came on. Every muscle in my ass and puss rang out in astounding throbs and, finally, I came. Wave after wave washed over me. I called out his name over and over. He came as I did. Intensely, he held on to my body as I felt him empty his load inside me. He shuttered and shook, holding me so tightly. We remained in that position for a quite a while as our bodies enjoyed what was left of their strength and energy. "I think I have proven that I have more energy than you." I said, softly breaking the silence. He was stroking my hair so nicely. "How do you figure? You think we are done?" He has such a playfully charming voice. "For now we are. We have to leave here in a couple hours." Neither one of us wanted to this to end, but it needed to, the room was only booked for one night. "And any way, the tally proves that I have more energy and drive than you." "Tally? You were keeping score?" his mock surprise was cute. "Of course I was. I came after the shower, in the tub and just now, that makes it 3 for me and 2 for you," I said, proudly. "Hmmmm......." He put his finger to his mouth as if coming up with an evil scheme. "if it's competition you want, it is competition you shall have my lady." He had the most devious smirk. "Let's say, you and me... next weekend, same place. The person who makes the other cum the most wins." "I like that idea. I have it in the bag. What is the prize?" I said, but knew I was in trouble because he could nearly make me cum just by looking at me. "The loser has to take the winner on an actual date, to the place of their choice." He still looked devious. "You'd better start saving, because I like really expensive steak!" When I left the inn that afternoon, I went strait to the bookstore. I bought a copy of the Kama Sutra and several books on techniques to drive a man wild. There was no way I was going to let him win. Insatiable This is my first submission, please be gentle with your criticisms. This is a completely fictional story made up by me and my imagination. It involves infidelity so if you are opposed to that sort of thing you might want to skip this. It's just for fun though! :) Thanks for reading! *********** The text, as usual, was short and sweet. It simply gave a time and a place that we were to meet. I smiled discreetly and cleared the screen before my husband noticed. Not that he would have. I was always on my phone, and anyway, he was unaware of my extra-curricular activities and in a pretty heavy state of denial about our relationship as a whole. It was more than a little annoying, his inability to pick up on what should have been obvious at least on some level, but whatever. I had more important things on my mind at the moment and I had to start getting ready. I mentally dialed through the excuses I had used most recently, trying to settle on one I knew he'd buy and that also would give me more than enough time. "Crap!" I said loudly. He glanced over at me but did not pause the video game he was engrossed in. "What's wrong?" he asked, eyes darting back to the television. "I forgot to fax my boss my time log for the pay period. If I don't do it tonight I won't get paid!" I answered semi-frantically, playing it up just enough to get away with it. My office was half an hour away and provided the perfect time frame. I probably needn't have bothered, time wasn't something he paid attention to. Especially when he had pot and video games to occupy his. "You can't do it tomorrow?" He offhandedly asked, the true source of his focus clear as he yelled out "NOOO!" in the direction of the television. I rolled my eyes and continued laying out my alibi. "Payroll closes tomorrow morning, I have to do it now," I finished, kicking down the footrest on the love seat and scooting off of it. I stood up and he finally paused the game to look up at me. "Do you want me to go with you?" He asked, blatantly insincere, as I knew he had no desire to leave the house and his PS3. Which was fine, his presence was neither desired nor welcome. "Nope. I'm good, do you want me to pick up dinner on the way home? I doubt I'll want to cook," I offered, knowing that would buy me more time and that later the food would distract from any unwelcome questions. It was telling how much effort I put into this subterfuge. "Yeah, sure. Be careful please," he lectured lazily before again turning his attention back to his game and Kobe or Lebron, or whomever was currently "playing". I rolled my eyes into my head again. I walked back to the bedroom, a smile playing on my lips. Even though this was not the first time, somehow it always felt like it. My heart was beating faster, I felt lighter and happier just knowing I was going to get to see him. I would have liked to have worn something slutty, but somehow I didn't think my husband, unaware as he was, would understand my leaving the house to go to "work" in a short skirt and low cut top. So I settled on a pair of tight white capris and a purple t-shirt that was tight without being ridiculous. It was something I wore all the time and was therefore inconspicuous but still looked good on me. I changed and ran a brush through my long brown hair and touched up my make-up a bit before deciding I looked presentable enough. I stopped briefly to give my husband a peck on the cheek, slip on my flip flops and grab my keys before heading to the garage and my car. The text had directed me to a movie theater in town, the matinee movie being one I had already seen as it had been out for several weeks. A perfect choice I thought, nothing like time alone in the dark in a hopefully deserted theater. I paid for my ticket and briskly followed the signs to the correct auditorium. The lights were just bright enough for me to spot him sitting in the middle of the back row, looking at his phone. When he sensed my presence he lifted his head in my direction and our eyes met. Even at the distance we connected and a smile took over both our faces. I climbed the stairs to the row of seats and he stood to greet me with a big hug. I sighed with contentment into his chest as I breathed him in. It felt so safe and warm to be in his arms again and when I felt his erection already growing against my hip I felt wanted and wet too. It was a wonderful, magical feeling that I never tired of. After a minute or two we reluctantly disentangled ourselves and sat down. I pulled up the armrest that separated us so we could sit directly next to one another, legs touching, his arm around me, my hand on his leg, my right shoulder next to his left as we waited for the lights to dim further. We didn't have to wait long; soon the previews were starting and we were submerged into near darkness. His hand started roaming my body, running up his fingers up and down my side, stopping briefly at my breast before moving back down and repeating the process. I turned my head towards his and our mouths met, kissing with the hunger and urgency of the time apart. Our tongues danced together and again his hand came to grasp my breast, to seek out the nipple and begin to awaken it as we kissed. One of my hands was on his head, grasping at his hair while the other stayed on his leg, kneading my hand into the firm muscle of his thigh. We had lost ourselves, again, in the intoxication of reconnection and nothing could have been more blissful. He pulled apart from the kiss and I turned so that I was lounging against him, both his hands moving to cup my breasts, above my shirt, as he kissed the sides of my neck with his hungry mouth. He was pulling on my nipples gently but with urgency and soon he was climbing underneath my shirt with his hands to the front hook of my bra, a lucky guess I suppose, and unclipped it, letting them hang free so he could gain better access. I moaned at the feel of his hands on my skin and I sucked in my breath. I moved my mouth back to his so I could feel his tongue in my mouth as he skillfully manipulated my nipples and I moaned into his mouth when he dropped one hand lower to rub the quickly warming area between my legs. I broke away from the kiss to look at him. His brown eyes were glazed over with lust and admiration as we stared at one another in the dark. He kept his eyes on mine as his hands moved to the button and zipper on my pants to undo them so he could slide his hand inside. When his fingers grazed my shaved mound and he realized I wasn't wearing panties, a low growl of appreciation left his throat and added to my wetness. He sounded and looked so sexy, so in need of me that it was impossible for me not to become more aroused hearing it and seeing the seductive look in his eyes, even in the dark. Our eyes stayed locked as his fingers slipped lower and I leaned back a little further, inviting him to touch me, to take what was his. His fingers reached my clit and rubbed it a little, making me squirm in my seat and a low moan to escape my lips. He rubbed it a little more, moving in slow circles around it, following the moans I was making. His other hand was still up my shirt, rubbing my nipples, one after the other, as I got closer and closer to coming for him, as only he was able to make me come. When he moved his hand from my clit and pushed down further to reach my now dripping pussy, he pushed in with two fingers as far as he could in our position and moved them in and out a few times. He then curled them upward and struck gold when he hit my g spot, tapping his fingers inside me as his thumb came to find my clit. When he brought his mouth to my neck and bit down, I spilled quickly into orgasm, my hips lifting off the seat and my mouth seeking out his to stifle the moans and profanities I was spewing forth from the immense pleasure rolling through my body. He kept his hands in place until I stopped moving, then he slid his hands out of my pants and brought his fingers to my mouth for me to suck clean. I eagerly took them into my mouth and sucked on them, my tongue running along them, licking my self off of them as he pushed them in and out of my mouth. His other hand was now in my hair, taking fistfuls and tugging as I orally pleased his fingers. "Now I want you to get on your knees and do that to my cock!" He whispered as he drug his fingers slowly from my pink, horny lips, the first words he had spoken to me, expressing the dominant side of him I loved. I glanced around the theater and, seeing no one, dropped to my knees in front of him, disregarding the dirty floor in my haste to comply. Probably a mistake, since I was wearing white but in the moment I honestly could not have cared less. My only thoughts were on getting that thick cock in my mouth. I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down just enough to reach my prize and pulled his cock out through his blue boxers. He was more than ready for me and I stroked him slowly up and down as I looked up at him, his eyes burning with desire and want for me to take him in my mouth. I brought my mouth down to sate our mutual desire and I felt his body jerk a little when my hot mouth made contact with his throbbing cock. I kept just the tip in my mouth as I felt him grow around my lips. I licked the head, swirled around it with my tongue, teasing him, making him wait just a bit longer before I went in for the kill. Without warning I pushed my mouth down and let his cock slide into my throat fast, stopping for a second to give my reflexes a chance to relax before allowing it to continue it's journey to the back of my throat. He let out another low moan and shifted in his seat as I sucked on him, keeping him deep for a few seconds before releasing him completely, popping him out of my mouth. His hands were desperately grasping at my hair, begging me to swallow him again and so I did, again taking him all the way into my mouth but this time keeping him there and starting to bob my head up and down as his hands guided my head, keeping me where he wanted me before pushing and pulling it up and down to meet his needs. I loved being dominated and the way he was ordering me around with his hands was making my pussy wetter and me even hornier, if that was possible. I was more than willing to please him and soon he was moaning and writhing and I knew he was on the brink when he let go of my head and whispered at me to "Go!" and I did, moving my head very quickly, tightening my mouth around his dick as his hands came down to caress my nipples. When my tongue shot out to slide down his cock as I quickly sucked on him, pausing ever so slightly in just the right spot I knew very well, he grunted and exploded into my mouth. His hips came up as he ejaculated a large load of semen into my mouth and then again as I eagerly lapped up every drop. His fingers had tightened around my nipples as he climaxed; when he came to, he released them and I suddenly became cognizant that I was kneeling on a dirty, hard concrete floor. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood up and sat back down on the seat as he brought his pants back up and readjusted them. I fixed my bra and pants as well. The movie was less than half over but we both had only one thing on our minds as we synchronously stood to leave the theater. I hurried out ahead of him and rushed to my car. I drove to the empty parking lot we were well acquainted with and waited. When his car pulled in beside mine I excitedly got out of my car and into the backseat of his. He had spread a soft blanket over the seats both for warmth and to protect the leather. He climbed over the seat to meet me there and immediately we began to make out, hands roaming bodies, eagerly, knowing time was quickly expiring and needing to reach conclusion before then. My hands were busily unbuttoning and removing his red shirt, his hands were pulling my own shirt off, his mouth coming down to nip at my nipples through my bra. He pulled at the clasp, moved it down and off my arms so he could suck on my tits and enjoy the feel of our naked bodies pushed together. Once I had his shirt off I turned my attention to removing his pants and boxers so I could stroke his cock as he tended to my tits. He was hard again, and his groan when I touched him told me he was ready to take me. Together we removed my pants with haste and I then propped myself up on my arms and legs, put my ass in the air and silently asked him to fuck the shit out of me. He was quick to comply, coming up behind me and smacking my ass a few quick times before sliding his dick into my wet pussy, slowly at first until he was sunk deep into me and I was crying out as he stayed in me for a couple of seconds, making a home in my nice tight welcoming cunt. When he began to move, my head pushed against the car door as he increased his speed until he was savagely fucking me as I moaned and begged. I felt the build up of a strong orgasm overtake my body, every stroke was hitting my g spot and he had a grip on my hair that was pulling me back slightly and allowing his cock to slide in further and when I clenched my muscles as tight as I could to grip him inside me, I came, intensely, calling out his name as I did, letting out all of the frustrations I felt, thanking him for making me feel so amazing. Soon the tightness of my spasming pussy overwhelmed him and he came, right behind me, hot cum shooting into my pussy, filling me, as he rammed into me several more times, emptying himself into me. We stayed in our positions for a few moments longer, before he gently pulled me back towards him by my hair, and to his lips for a passionate kiss. I took the opportunity to rub my hands one last time over his lean body and savored the feeling as he kissed me. We then collapsed back to the seat of the car, looked at each other appreciatively before picking up our respective clothing and dressing in the close confines of the car. I glanced forward at the clock from the low playing radio and rolled my eyes. The time had come and as much as I dreaded it, I resigned myself to my choices and prepared myself to leave. "How are you going to explain that?" he asked, referring to the dirty spots on the knees of my pants, a smile crossing his face at the thought of my husband seeing what he had caused. "Ummm, I'll say I fell, he knows I'm a klutz," I replied, looking down and preparing the lie mentally. "Good luck with that," he answered, a smirk replacing the smile as he attempted to lighten the inexplicable and unavoidable sadness we were both feeling now. "Thanks babe, I guess I'll see you in a few..." I said, my voice trailing off as I leaned over to kiss him sweetly on the lips, then pulled the door handle and opened the door, sticking my legs out before looking back at him. Seeing him looking so handsome and contemplative, I was full of many of words I wanted to say but instead I pushed them down and got out of the car. But by the time I had started my car I was in tears, choked up by so many conflicting emotions. I wondered why I kept putting myself through it, but doubted I would change anything. I was acting compulsively and felt out of control but at the same time I was in love and the happiest I had ever been in my life. I knew soon I was going to have some hard choices to face. But all of those thoughts could wait till later, for now I had to get dinner and get home to my husband before it got to be too much later. I sighed and pushed the accelerator with my foot, flashing my lights to him as I left, signaling my departure but knowing this was the far from the last time we would have an encounter like this one. It was one of the few things I was sure of. Insatiable Most of my life has been guided by sex. I haven't learned to control my sexual urges because of the emotional feelings it gives me. Most of the time my nipples are in erect state, a sensitive clit that has my body on constant edge that overwhelms me with orgasms. Men love that in a woman, I really should say, most men. Over the years I have encounted a variety of personalities of men from rough to caring, from cheaters to wonderful lovers. Nothing wrong with a woman and man making each other feel wanted. In my case I have wound up with to many one night stands. Its because of my job that calls for me to travel quite often. For sometime I had considered telling my story and found that Literotica readers would be my audience. I am 40 bi female, who has experienced several marriages, of which none worked out, partly my own fault. There are many reasons which you will discover over time. I haven't learned to control my insatiable desire for cock and the love for other women, shemales, trannys, ladyboys. The feeling, the urge for sex has controlled my life since my mid-teen years. Even on the day of my second marriage, which should have been only for my future husband didn't turn out that way. I didn't have the need for a full wedding gown, instead I chose a pink knee length dress with elastic top nylons and high heels. I haven't worn a panty or bra since I was 15, and wouldn't even consider it on my wedding day. My hair was adorned by a one carat jewel pin from my first husband. As I was preparing for this joyous day, hours before taking the vows, I was in my bedroom only wearing a short see thru bathrobe. I love the airy caress over my body. Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, I felt my nipples erecting, looking at them thru the mirror, it turned me on, seeing my 38DD's swelling. The feeling of dampness between my pussy lips was noticeable. My resistance was never strong and at this moment even weaker, as I inserted several fingers between the wet pussy lips. I opened my robe completely as my other hand massaged my blue veined tits. I succumbed to my weak resistance as I felt weaker and weaker exposing them to the warm air. Oh god just to feel my hands caressing those blue veined orbs, made my body tingle. Heavy breasts can be a burden. Taking the nipples between my fingers, was all I needed to work up the much needed orgasms. Pulling on them, stretching them till I began to moan with pleasure. I couldn't stop. I loved the feeling pulling on the nips. To bring me more pleasure I put spittle on my fingers to rub it around the pink erections. My whole body yearned for a cum, as I continued touching myself everywhere. I have been called a selfish bitch many times, only thinking of my own satisfaction, that it's never enough for me. My breathing became heavier and heavier as my urge for release was coming closer and closer and then..... OH GOD! I released the much needed orgasms, as the rolled over my body. I slowly came back down but it wasn't enough. I let the short skimpy bathrobe drop, reclined unto the lounge sofa, slowly spread my legs only slighty enough for my hands to caress up and down between my inner thighs again, till I couldn't hold back touching my wet pussy again. Wet from anticipation. My fingertips rubbed around the lips, slowly back and forth, exciting me more and more, overheating myself, as I spread my swollen pussy lips, the suckulent clit popped out of its sheath, as a wave envolped me into another barage of much needed orgasms. After calming down, and resting for several minutes I returned to the vanity table preparing my makeup. There was a knock on the door to which I responded with "enter". What I saw in the mirror, wasn't Rita my closest friend and bridesmaids as I expected, instead a former lover whom I had invited. I was so embarrassed him seeing me in the nude. I really shouldn't have been, but after many years one has a different feeling. I should have draped myself with my skimpy robe instead continued to sit there in awe. I was ashamed to be seen like this, eventhough years earlier during my first marriage we were lovers. There is more to Paul and me, which I shall share in another chapter. My face was red and with a smile told Paul to please leave. He just wanted to wish me luck and a wonderful life. He took me in his arms and kissed my lips. "I thought one friendly kiss would be harmless" he said. I tried to get out of his arms and again told him to leave but to no avail. "Please Paul behave yourself" "You haven't changed my darling, beautiful and glowing as ever" Before I knew it his hands were palming my tits, told him to stop and leave. I even tried to push his hands of my boobs, but he knew my weaknesses and with thumb and finger tweaked my nipples. "Please love, leave, please" "Do you really wish me to leave" "Yes" it was a weak yes. I felt his lips on mine again, tried pushing him harder and begged him to stop. "Please, please love" Paul kissed me again. He knew the effect it would have on me. Just kissing him made me weak in my legs. I heard his zipper opening. I was trying to zip him up, but his cock was already out. "Feel it my love, feel it" I wasn't going to touch his cock, no I wasn't. "You want it, I know you better then you know yourself" Paul was trying to push me back gently to the chaise lounge, but found strength to resist him. He just smiled at me knowing that my strength would give out shortly. I walked away from him, but he followed me to the vanity table. I had to concetrate on my makeup, when I felt kisses on my shoulders, his tongue sliding down my back. "Please stop" I begged again I starred straight ahead into the mirror and what I saw broke my resistance. His cock was exposed. "Please Paul don't make me suck it, please" He didn't have to respond, he knew me well enough that I would. I still kept fighting the urge, as he turned me in my chair, and.......... I hesistantly leaned towards his throbbing dick, licked around the peehole "Take it, suck it" I just kept licking around the rim, when I felt his hand behind my head being pushed towards his cock. I tried to fight back but not for long, because I wanted him, I wanted to taste and suck his cock to the fullest. "You are still a slut" I heard him say as his cock slide in and out of my mouth and the saliva was building. "SUCK IT YOU WHORE, YEA SUCK IT, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY WHORE" My mouth was sliding up and down his throbbing precum covered dick. I would let the cock escape from my mouth only to lift it with my hand and suck it in again and again. "Finger my asshole" he requested I didn't have to be asked a second time. I slid my middle finger in and out of his asshole, fast and faster. The faster I sucked and fingered his anus the load explosion would be near. My tongue licked from his peehole to the root of his 8 inches, around the thickness and DEEP THROATED his blue veined dick that I had never forgotten. Here it was being sucked again and again. My mouth sliding up and down till...... "Oh you bitch, empty me, empty my balls" I couldn't swallow fast enough, as Paul gushed his creamy load down my throat. Yes, I loved it, I always loved sucking his cock and many others he wasn't aware off. Not only that but a cock entering my pussy and anus is sublime joy for me. I am getting carried away with this episode of my life. What I couldn't swallow, Paul kissed of my lips. I was so turned on I pulled him to the bed, got on my fours and WHACK and another WHACK he spanked me hard. "Take it you cunt, take it you bitch" Received more WHACKS and WHACKS I heard the slapping on my bottom. His hand went up and down for fast whacks. I screamed, no one heard me, Paul covered my mouth with a small towel. "I knew all along you wanted it, the whore you are now and always be" "YES" was all I could say. WHACK WHACK again. Paul removed his belt from his pants and gave me several lashes. I deserved it. I knew I did. Oh, did I deserve it. I already knew in my mind that I wouldnt't be able to stop cheating even on my new husband, the4 wonderful man he was. OUCH OUCH AAAHHHH only two lashes showed some blood on my asscheeks. As brutal Paul could be, he was also so compasionate. He asked me for forgiveness, as he kneeled behind my asscheeks and licked blood spots of my burning cheeks. Paul's cock was raging hard again as he stroked it at the same time as he was soothing my bottom. I looked back over my shoulders, spread my asscheeks for his deep hard fucking entry. Cum was the only lube. Yes I wanted to be fucked hard and deep again by Paul. I have never forgotten the feeling of his massive rock hard cock fucking my anus and pussy. He held me around the waist, pulled me back against his cock, pushed me slightly away and then WOW he was deep into my asshole again and again. "Fuck me hard, fuck me" "I am still your obeying bitch" I couldn't believe I said that in the heat that enveloped my whole body "MMMMMMMM" I forgot time. Everything was forgotten when Paul was with me. Again weakness set in for more and more of his cock. The resistance to quench my sexual need made me a slave. His cock slid n and out faster and faster, as he reached to the front, palming my tits and massaging them. He loved calling them milk jugs. His Milk jugs. He twisted the nipples between his thumb and fingers pulling on them till I felt ache and pain. "I am cuming" thats all I heard him say as he flooded me with his hot creamy cum. He withdrew his pounding cock from my anus "Don't stop, please" I begged him, I was his again to do with me as he pleased. "Beg, beg for it, you want it again, deep in your ass, do you, answer me" "Yes, Yes, please my master" This was happening on my wedding day. Cheating on the man I am to wed. "OOHHH MASTER" I begged for it again and again. ...And then his COCK slide back in deep and hard into my wanton asshole. Yes wanton. It didn't take long this time to feel another load of cum trickling into my anus. Paul pulled out wiping the semi-hard cock over my lips, back and forth. I couldn't stop him, I didn't want to stop him, but.......had to wake up to reality. I opened my eyes and saw Paul hovering over me, "Let me sooth your ass" he said, "Let me lick and kiss your ass welts again" He showed his compassionate side as he smoothered me with kisses. Oh yes, I had welts. Eventhough I haven't worn panties since my early teen years, I was even hesitant to do so now with the welt marks on the cheeks. A knock at the door aroused us from the overheated love making. I didn't want it to stop, nor did Paul. I responded to the second knock, as Paul grabbed his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. I slipped into my short night gown and finally opened the door. Rita smiled at me, asked me if she could help with anything. "You haven't got much time, dear" Rita proclaimed "I fell asleep" was my reply Rita surveyed the bedroom and smiled again. ...And then a sound came from the bathroom. I went to check, opened the door and what I saw, was Paul jacking off his hard again cum filled cock. Just seeing his fist sliding up and down the pleasure tool, which had been in my asshole only several minutes earlier made my pussy damp. I closed the door, told Rita that something had fallen. I told Rita everything was going well and was able to manage myself. Told her to go and mingle with the guests. Before returning to the guests, Rita kissed me on the lips several times. I don't know what got into me and returned her kisses. Rita my best friend since school days introduced me to girl love. We exchanged more kisses as she slipped off my bathrobe. "Dear, please go mingle with the guests" "Why are u marrying again, it won't work for you" "I love him" was my reply "You belong to me" and slapped me. "You understand you are mine" and slapped me again. I succumbed to her as I did to Paul. I don't know why. Rita leaned towards my nipples and felt her wet tongue circle around them. Again I was overwhelmed this time with the woman who has stood by my side thru my sexual tormented life. I pushed her head towards my succulent tits, which had given her milk during my first marriage. My eyes were closed, feeling the sensuality of it all. As she aroused me more and more. At that moment as I opened my eyes I saw Rita removing her panties. Her voice drifted to my ears "Make mommy happy, touch me" I touched her pussy, it was the first pussy I had ever touched in my school days. "Bring mommy pleasure" When I heard her pleading voice, I couldn't deny her needs. I pushed her on her back, and seeing are wet cunt, I kneeled between her thighs, spread her pussy lips, eyeing her clit out of its sheath, made me ravenous to eat her to a climax "OOOOOHHHHH GOD" is all I heard. My tongue circled around the labia, teasing with slow entry into her wet pussy. I tongue fucked her cunt, that never had felt a cock. Her moans excited me, tongue fucked her more as I touched my pussy bringing myself relief again. Rita orgasmed again and again, leaving her comfortably exhausted. I rose from between her thighs and felt Paul standing behind me, turned me around and kissed me. "You looked beautiful sucking her cunt, made me hard, to see you down on her" I finally had strength to push Paul aside. Time was running out quickly to wed my second husband. I had to rush with my makeup and slip on the dress for my wedding vows. My honeymoon night was not what I expected.