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Primal

By: Calpurnius Erex



“Why are you so quiet tonight?” Leta asked as we ate dinner at the little Italian restaurant we frequented when we needed a night away from town.

“I’m just thinking,” I said. I poured her another glass of Chianti. I hoped she might let me off with the vague answer. I wanted to spare her being my sounding board for the evening. Not that we didn’t have a relationship based upon communication. Talking was the thing I liked best about us, aside from sex.

I couldn’t reveal myself to her, however.

But I couldn’t fool her, either. She sensed work was bothering me. She had probed me with questions about my workday, about things I had mentioned earlier in the week, on our drive to the restaurant that evening. I had avoided the questions as tactfully as I could. Worse: I felt as if I had avoided her for asking them. It was difficult to tell her how dissatisfied I was with my job, how aimless I thought the position had become. Though I felt every bit the modern man, I still subscribed to the notion that it was my duty to bring a greater share of financial responsibility to our relationship. To admit that I was having a difficult time fulfilling that duty felt like a weakness to me. It was something I could have shared with a brother, not the most important woman in my life.

We quietly finished our meal. I followed her through a single quiet circuit of the mall. We quietly started home.

I drove with the windows down. The air was cool. The sun had all but faded from the sky, leaving only faint wisps of burnt orange clouds amid the purple, gray, and dark blue of twilight. I enjoyed this time of day the most of all the hours. Though most of the world would soon be thinking about sleep, I felt as if I was truly only waking in my day. I felt bad that I was spoiling it with the rat race. I felt bad that I was not enjoying it with the woman I loved.

She watched the world speed by her window, her long brown hair tossing gently in the breeze. She had worn the skirt I had bought her for her last birthday, her 31st, and the red silk blouse I had bought her for Valentine’s Day. From the corner of my eye, I could see a kind of tightness in her face. Concentration. Concern. I hoped my quiet had not given her too much to think about.

Letting a hand drop from the wheel, I reached over and cupped her bare knee. She turned toward me. She smiled in relief. He’s going to say what’s bothering him, her smile said. I wasn’t ready for that yet, but I couldn’t let her be alone any longer while we were together. I let focus upon the road mask the look and smile I should have given her.

My hand, however, sought to give her warmth. My fingers ran slow circles around the inside of her knee. I felt her begin to relax under my touch. In itself, touch was communication. She accepted that. I could give that. Her face softened. She leaned her head back against the headrest.

I felt bad for keeping her secluded from this thing which was not about her and yet was as equally important in her life as it was in mine. Such are the weights of being a man. They tell us we do not share our feelings; it is only because sometimes we cannot.

She was precious to me and deserved more from me.

My hand smoothed up along her thigh in hopes of conveying gratitude I could not otherwise express at the moment. She sighed pleasantly. Her body shifted down in the seat. Her legs opened ever so slightly more to me. It was a very subtle, small move.

I stroked her thigh softly. I petted her. Never once did I look more toward her than with the corner of my eye. Never once did the expression on my face change. What a mystery I must have been to her. Stoic. Then feeling her up.

My fingers found the silk at the junction of her thighs. I had watched her slip into the creamy ivory panties before we left for dinner. Not directly. Through a mirror in the bathroom as I finished my shave. At almost any moment, she would have bared herself for my viewing. Yet sometimes I preferred these voyeuristic moments when I caught her within the mundane, unaware of me, unaware of herself, when I could see her completely.

I felt the silk dampen as I traced along her slit. Her breathing had grown deeper, punctuated with soft mewls.

I signaled a left turn, took the BMW from the highway onto a smaller lane that followed round the northern edge of the lake. Ahead were picnic areas where we often came on Sundays. Another turn took us closer to them. This road was even smaller and more secluded than the last. Spindly southern pines guarded the road on the left. Scrub led toward the inky lake on the right. I’m not sure she had noticed we left the highway. My hand kept her thoughts preoccupied.

I moved my hand long enough to park and shut off the car before returning it to her thigh. She had blinked “awake” when my hand left her silk-covered sex. She took note of our surroundings. She smiled at me, though I had yet to look at her.

As I stroked her thigh, she said, “This is so much better than not talking.”

One thing I may never be able to understand about being a man is our illogic. I do not know why I perceived it so, but something in what she said bothered me. Angered me? It made no sense to me, but I felt it nevertheless.

I took my hand from her. I opened the door and stepped out of the car.

“What’s wrong now?” I heard her ask from within.

“Nothing,” I said. I walked away from the car. It was one of those moments when I expected to hear the engine turn over and the tires squeal away as she gave up on the foolishness I had given her. Instead, I heard her open her door and follow me across the gravel. I did not stop to wait for her, but continued toward the shore through the grass that had grown high after the close of the summer season. I was surprised by the brightness of the rising moon as it broke through the trees and glistened upon the lake. It stopped me.

She stepped in front of me.

“I know something’s bothering you, but you need to decide if it’s more important to you than we are.”

I looked beyond her.

“I won’t put up with this forever,” she said.

She started away from me. I had imagined the car speeding away before; I could feel her leaving me now.

I grabbed her by the arm.

She tried to pull away.

I grabbed her by both arms and pulled her to me. She looked at me angrily.

“You’re more important,” I said. She was. Whatever else concerned me, she was more important. This I understood more than anything.

I kissed her hungrily.

She broke her lips from mine, breathing heavily.

“So you CAN talk?”

I kissed her again.

I let go of her arms and held her to me. I stroked her hair and back. I eased her up against a tree. My fingers tangled in her hair. I pulled her head back and kissed her throat. She groaned as I nibbled at her pulse point. Her hands clutched my back. I felt her nails press into my shirt.

As I kissed the hollow at the base of her throat, I undid the top buttons of her blouse. She gasped as I cupped her breast. I felt her nipple spring against her bra and my palm. With my free hand, I continued to unbutton her blouse. The blood-red silk fell open in the moonlight. Her pale chest and belly glowed like marble in the moonlight. I opened the front clasp of her bra and palmed her bare breast. How warm she felt. How soft she felt. I felt my own arousal begin to stir.

Her hands found the tail of my pullover and walked it up my back. I wrestled the shirt over my shoulders and tossed it with her blouse on the ground.

We kissed as I held her to me.

My fingers found her skirt zipper. I undid it slowly. She wiggled it off her hips, then stepped out of it.

I cupped her behind and held her to me. I looked down into her eyes. I nibbled at her lips.

The world of concrete and steel, of finance and sales, meant nothing compared to the world of flesh I held in my hands. Why had those matters seemed so important before? What were they really but little games to be played between bouts of living? If I felt aimless, it was because I allowed myself to feel aimless. If I felt dissatisfied, it was because I did not seek to please myself. My destiny was mine to take, as was the flesh I held in my hands.

I kissed her throat. I kissed between her breasts. I took her right nipple between my lips, while my hand slid inside her panties.

She groaned as my fingers found her sex. Her hands clutched my back.

I bunched my hand in the cloth of her panties and wrenched it. The seams popped with the first tug. They ripped with the second. The flimsy cloth fell away with the third.

I cupped her sex with my open hand and kneaded her mound. I flicked at her nipple with my tongue. She panted and mewled in my ear. She ground my back and shoulders in her hands.

So wet.

So hot.

So aroused.

I wanted her.

Gently, by her shoulders, I turned her around so that she faced the tree, not me. I took her hands in mine and lifted them over her head. I placed each on the tree. Her fingers clutched at the coarse bark. He back and bottom glowed in the pale moonlight. I patted her bottom lovingly, then took a hip in each hand. I guided her back form the tree one step, then two so that she was bent at a slight angle. A hand between her inner thighs guided her to straddle her legs.

I was rock hard. I undid my belt and pants. I took my cock from my boxers and rubbed it against her left inner thigh. She gasped at the touch. I thumped it against her bottom, then rubbed it against her right inner thigh. Her hips moved of their own control in a swaying circle.

Like an animal she presented herself to me.

Like an animal I took her.

We both groaned as I entered her.

I began to rock against her.

Fucking is one of those moments when you tend to discover the most about yourself. Are you someone who needs the electric flash of getting off quick? Are you someone who needs the slow burn of a long, hard grind? Are you so attuned to your lover that you find yourself becoming a part of them? Do you touch them only until you come? Are they your sole focus? Do you pretend they’re someone else?

Fucking can capture your heart.

Fucking can set you free.

Fucking can make you weak.

Fucking can make you strong.

I felt very strong as I fucked this woman I loved most in the open night.

With my hands clutching her hips and my cock deep within her, I felt more in control of my life than I had in weeks. I wanted nothing more than to come in her, to bathe her in my power, to claim her with it.

I thrust deeper and harder. Her hips rocked back to meet mine. She panted and grunted. Her fingers clawed at the tree bark. Her head lifted and fell, her long hair fanning out around her. Her body grew hot.

I came in waves. She moaned with each, her sex clutching and clutching my cock in her own orgasm.

I withdrew and held her to me, caressing her, hugging her. She turned to kiss me on the lips, then the shoulders. Her hands smoothed along my back. She nuzzled her cheek against my chest. She knelt and cleaned me with her tongue and lips. I stroked her hair and petted her lovingly.

I kissed her in gratitude when she was done.

I put on my shirt. I draped her blouse around her shoulders and guided her back to the car in my arms. I covered her with a blanket we kept for picnics or winter emergencies. She cuddled up against me as I began to drive home. She slept.

In the most peaceful moment I had known in weeks, with the most treasured person at my side, inspiration flared within my mind.  Yes. Yes… The solution to my troubles was really that simple.

END

Primal



My breath catches quietly when I first glimpse you through the trees. The dappled sunlight shines through the forest canopy, casting patches of golden light across the forest floor as well as your body. Your long hair is pulled back and tied with a small piece of leather; its golden locks seem like sunlight to me as I crouch lower, taking care not to be noticed. For a moment it is all I can do to stare as you hum softly and pick the ripe berries, depositing them neatly into the basket you carry under your arm. Your back is turned to me, hiding the breasts I have admired so often. From underneath the loincloth around your waist I catch brief glimpses of your backside; the same glimpses that have teased me for weeks.

As I watch, I feel my pulse begin to quicken and the familiar feeling in my groin begins to urge me forward. I step from my hiding place and watch you turn to face me, enjoying the stunned look of surprise that passes across your face, replaced quickly by a look of subdued panic as you see the rock hard manhood that stands out between my legs. Your eyes dart past my shoulder down the path back to the village. In those eyes I see your thoughts: I'm too far away to scream; he's too strong to fight. 

The moments seem to pass into eternity as my gaze travels from your eyes across your long neck where the beating of your heart pulsates. Then to your chest, where your breasts rise and fall with your quickening breath. Down to the one part of you I crave more then any other. My eyes linger there as my imagination sees what the dark leather hides from me. In that moment, nothing exists to me but you. The forest blurs away to the edge of my vision and you fill my every thought. 

When our eyes meet again, my gaze bores into you with the primal lust that drives me to you. The intensity of my gaze, the heavy breathes, the predatory stance: you know I have come to mate.

Casting aside your basket, you turn and dart away from me. I can only admire your trim legs carrying you quickly into brush as I let out an animal yell and bolt after you. 

I fight my instinct to simply chase you down and take you. Instead, I let you run, taking care to always stay just out of sight behind you. I know you can hear me, my footsteps tearing through the brush reaching your ears over the increasing heavy breaths you are taking. Suddenly your loincloth gets caught on a thorny branch, nearly tripping you. You yelp as you try to break free, frantically pulling at the branch while casting furtive glances to see where I am. I yell again and you jump, giving up on saving your garment and letting it strip away from you as you start to run again.

My heart skips a beat as I see your now naked form sprinting through the trees ahead of me, sweat glistening off your skin. Ahead, I can see a clearing in the forest and I know the time for the chase to end has come. 

As you break into the clearing I increase my speed, coming up quickly behind you. We reach the middle of the field and you turn your head just in time to see my reach out and grab you from behind. I encircle my arms around your waist and pull back, lifting you neatly from the ground.

Your arms and legs begin to flail wildly in the air as you start to scream, trying to break my grip. I pull you down into the soft green grass, still holding you from behind. The sweat mixing from our bodies makes it increasing difficult to hold on to you, but the struggle only strengthens my resolve.

Finally, I am able to pin your arms and free one of my hands to reach in front of you and grab your breasts. You twist even harder now, trying to bite my hand while your feet still pound against my legs. But as my hand meets you tender nipples, still hard from your run, I feel your exertion begin to lessen. Another moment and you stop kicking. Another and the tension leaves your arms. Another and I finally feel your body push ever so slightly back into me, a small whimper escaping your lips.

I slowly loosen my grip, not giving you enough room to flee, but trying to make you feel more comfortable, more at ease. With both hands free, I now begin to rub both your breasts and nipples. The soft flesh, gleaming with sweat, feels slick in my hands and the feeling makes me want them even more. I know you can feel my pulsating manhood, pressed firmly between our bodies and I feel your backside sliding against it, driving my lust.

Overcome with my own passion, I lean my head forward and begin to kiss and gently bite at your neck and shoulders. I am rewarded when your head twists back and our lips meet for the first time. Your tongue reaches out into my mouth, parting my lips, and our tongues begin to dance.

We are both breathing heavy now as the warm sun beats down on our naked bodies, writhing together in the soft grass. The power of our lust, of our drive to join our bodies in the way we know we must, consumes all other thought and we are lost to passion.



Primal



The annual company Christmas party was underway when the CEO motioned me towards the Christmas tree for a photo. He called, "Over here, Julie. I want a picture with my two top dogs." 

My boss's idiom made me smile. It was appropriate for the dog-eat-dog environment he fostered at Amalgamated Industries, Inc. I was the highest ranking female in management, the alpha bitch, if you will. My rise to power had been the result of my forceful drive and extremely competitive nature. Unfortunately, my approach had led to plenty of conflict with the other executives, especially with the man standing next to the CEO, my rival, Roman Grey.

He was definitely the alpha male of the pack of executives that ran the corporation. His relentless rise to the top of corporate hierarchy was the end result of his dynamic domineering disposition and ruthless results-oriented temperament. He was my major competition for promotion and we had often battled tooth and nail for the next rung on the corporate ladder.

Frowning with disdain, I nodded acknowledgement to my boss. I broke from the group of male executives that had been jostling for my attention and joined the pair in front of the tree. Standing beside Roman, I felt him slid his arm firmly around my waist in a possessive gesture. Annoyed by his egotism, I glanced at him and was greeted by his wolfish grin. Yet, his rugged good looks and confident air produced a sexual allure that I had trouble ignoring. 

My nostrils flared as I caught an exhilarating whiff of his pheromones. Responding rudimentarily, my nipples hardened with excitement. It aggravated me that I was physically attracted to my adversary and that my body responded so eagerly to him. I bared my teeth more in a snarl than a smile while my boss framed us in his camera's viewfinder. 

Neither Roman nor I were married or even seriously dating for that matter. Putting my career ahead of everything else hadn't allowed me to develop any romantic relationships. And, Roman was too busy mounting any bitch that would stand still long enough for him to fuck her to have a serious relationship with anyone, but himself.

The CEO pushed the button on his camera, pairing his two top dogs in photographic perpetuity. The flash blinded me and it took a moment for my eyes to refocus. When they did I saw that my boss was holding a sprig of mistletoe above our heads. He had sensed the undeniable sexual tension between the two of us. Exploiting it to the fullest advantage, he chanted, "Hail, hail the mistletoe. You now must kiss, don't you know."

I glanced into Roman's gunmetal blue eyes and discovered a glint of passionate promise. My pussy dampened with almost unbearable anticipation. Biting my lip, I tried to discourage my body from reacting so wantonly to my nemesis. My heartbeat hammered in my chest like cornered quarry as Roman me into an embrace.

His lips pressed against mine, then covered my mouth with a demanding hunger. Instinctively, I submitted to the forceful domination of his lips and returned his kiss with primal intensity. The spark of sexual chemistry between us ignited into a sensuous flame of desire. As the kiss grew more passionate his tongue penetrated my mouth and wrestled mine into submission. His hand slid from my waist down to one of my buttocks. He squeezed it and my body melded into him. His eager erection pressed against me.

Breaking the kiss, Roman growled, "Conference room, now."

I nodded, panting. My pussy had such an overwhelming need for his cock that even my ovaries ached. Disregarding the consequences, I surrendered to my primal urge to breed and followed Roman through the crowd of revelers.

A young executive that had been sniffing around me earlier stepped into our path. Grinding his teeth, he issued an unspoken challenge to Roman's claim to me. 

Roman's eyes flashed with icy contempt. Accepting the challenge, he snatched the champagne glass from young man's hand. He gulped its contents never breaking eye contact, daring the pup to take action. Handing the empty glass back to the whelp, he curled his lip in a silent threat. 

The overt act of domination intimidated the young tyke. He lowered his gaze, but didn't step out-of-the-way quickly enough so Roman bumped him aside with a lowered shoulder. With puppy-dog eyes, he looked at me for a sympathetic pat on the head, but I was repelled by his weakness.

Scornfully, I snarled, "Cur."

Howls of encouragement erupted from the pack of party-goers as I pranced like a poodle down the hall after Roman. Exuberantly, I giggled. My big boobs bounced playfully in my tight sweater like excited puppies while my ass wiggled wantonly with each step. 

I hesitated in the open doorway of the conference room. The domesticated part of my brain urged retreat. A tryst with Roman would complicate my status with the other predators in the company. Yet, I craved him. The yearning wet heat of my cunt disclosed my physical need to copulate with my alpha counterpart. My extreme horniness clouded all rational thought. Animal lust won out. I entered the conference room and closed the door. My legs trembled with excitement and I leaned against the door to regain my composure. The latch audibly snapped as I locked it.

Roman was waiting by the window. His arms crossed impatiently across his chest. Moonlight reflected off the snow outside, flooding the room with enough ambient light to make artificial illumination unnecessary. He looked at me with a carnal longing. The lust in his eyes revealed how much he wanted to fuck me. His voice was thick with arousal as he snarled, "Strip bitch."

Silently, I unzipped my skirt and let it drop to my feet. Pulling my red sweater over my head, I dropped it on the floor. Unhooking my bra, I let it fall. I watched as Roman's gaze prowled over my bare breasts then tracked down my torso to lurk between my stocking-clad thighs to my black panties clinging to my wet cunt in an evident camel-toe.

"You are such a sexy bitch," he growled. His eyes locked on mine in a dominate stare as he sniffed the air. Picking up my sex scent, he grinned at me knowingly.

Slowly, I walked towards him like I was stalking prey. I felt very feminine and sexy as my big breasts jiggled with each step. Hissing with delight, I tweaked my rigid pink buds between my forefingers and thumbs. I had never felt such raw sexual power, so animalistic. 

Roman pounced, pulling me into an embrace and kissing me hungrily. Reaching for one of my breasts, he cupped it and caressed my smooth, sensitive skin. He gently but firmly squeezed it. Waves of undeniable delight raced up my spine as he rolled my hard, but sensitive nipple with his thumb. He smiled as I moaned, appreciating my responsiveness. He lashed my nipple with the tip of his tongue before capturing it between his lips.

I hissed and arched my back as he sucked vigorously on my nipple, sending a surge of pleasure through my body. Running my hands through his hair, I encouraged him to suckle. I purred, "That's it, that's it."

The solid swelling of Roman's cock was pressed against me. I was enthralled by it. Rumors, fueled by secretaries that had dated him, abounded among the female employees about the massiveness of my rival's manhood. I had dismissed the tales as myth, but still I couldn't get the imagined image of Roman's cock out of my head. I reached down and squeezed Roman's big bulge. Fascinated by its hardness, I pushed Roman away from my breasts.

Startled, Roman growled his objection. His face split into a crooked grin when I dropped to my knees in front of him and rubbed the thick tube resting in his trousers. He leaned back against the conference table and watched me with knowing eyes.

I tugged his zipper down and watched amazed as Roman's cock emerged from confinement like frisky python, just inches from my face. My jaw dropped, the reports about his cock were true. It was easily double the size of any other cock I had seen in the flesh. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I examined it. I was mesmerized by its sheer size, its shape, its thickness, its length. 

Expectantly, I looked up into Roman's eyes. He returned my gaze with a discerning half-grin and gave me a silent commanding nod. 

Opening my mouth, I engulfed his cock. I used my tongue, my lips and my hands in harmony to give him the ultimate pleasure. Looking up at Roman, I saw that he really seemed to enjoy how I licked, sucked, and even just kissed his cock. I felt his cock twitch and he tried to thrust into my mouth, but I squeezed it fiercely, maintaining control. My saliva covered his cock and erotically dripped from it. Keeping my eyes locked with Roman's, I stroked his cock, coaxing his cum up from his bloated balls. A loud, deep moan welled up from deep in his gut and I jacked his cock with even more vigor. 

"Uuuhhhh fuck!" snorted Roman as cum exploded from his cock.

I kept pumping his cock as cum splattered over my breasts. Maintaining eye contact with Roman, I punctuate the blowjob with a smoldering, lingering look that communicated how much I wanted to satisfy him. It seemed to send a ripple of added pleasure through him. After the last spurt of cum had shot from his cock, I greedily licked the head of his cock clean. Even stabbing my tongue into his piss slit to get at the remnants. 

Roman jumped like a bee had stung the tip of his cock. He decreed, "That's enough of that."

I got back up on my feet with Roman's cum still covering my breasts when unexpectedly Roman spun me around. Instinctively, I clutched the edge of the conference table to keep from falling.

He bent me over the table. The very table we had sparred over just a few hours before snapping and snarling at each other over some inconsequential company issue. His cum dribbled from my breasts onto it. He slid his finger up and down my panty covered slit. Huskily he said, "You're panties are soaked, Julie. You're such a bitch in heat. Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," I whimpered. My pussy grew even wetter with my submissive admission. Panting, I looked over my shoulder and saw Roman lick his lips as his eyes tracked the contours of my panty clad ass.

"When I'm done with you, there will be no doubt that you belong to me," he declared with unbounded confidence.

He slid his foot between my feet and pushed them shoulder width apart. His eyes narrowed and grew fierce when I looked back at him. He bunched my panties into his palm and I felt the material stretch against my skin. Knowing what was coming, I gripped the table edge like it was lifeline. With a snarl and a violent jerk, he ripped my panties off my ass. The sound of tearing fabric reverberated throughout the conference room. Casting my ripped panties aside, he slapped my bare butt. 

"Ouch," I yelped, feeling the warmth of a hand shaped welt rising on the flesh of my butt-cheek.

Roman dropped to his knees behind me and kissed the heated mark on my buttock. Turning his attention to my other buttock, he sucked a hickey on it, marking his territory. He spread my ass cheeks. He teased me with a long lick along my crack before circling my anus with his flickering tongue. His hands massaged my buttocks while his tongue worked its magic. He teased me with his tongue tip, dragging it along my taint. Using his teeth, he nipped one of my pussy lips and gently tugged it from side to side. He broached my pussy with his entire tongue. Using it like a probe he explored the wet depths of my flesh while I yapped in ecstasy. 

I rasped, "That's...that's it...oh, that's it."

Roman feasted on my pussy. Using his tongue and fingers, he explored and teased every inch of my sweetness. He backed off whenever I approached orgasm, pushing me to the edge of sanity. Coaxing my clit from its hood, he roughly lapped his tongue against it and I shivered. He sucked forcefully on my clit and I groaned. Standing on my tip-toes, I wildly bucked my butt with the rising wave of climax. Somehow, he kept his mouth on my clit and sucked even harder on it. Gently, he bit my clit, pushing me over the abyss of orgasm.

"Cumming!" I howled while my body convulsed with orgasmic gyrations. I blinked back the black as white light flared through my consciousness. My orgasm subsided. Looking over my shoulder through half-open eyelids, I feebly smiled at Roman.

Standing up, he grasped his colossal cock. He rubbed its huge head just inside my wet and swollen labia, growling, "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked. I'm going to give you orgasms like you've never experienced."

I didn't know if that was a threat or a promise. I whimpered, "Yes, fuck me Roman, fuck me."

Ignoring my request, Roman continued to tantalize me by making small circles with his cock-head at my cunt entrance, coating it with my wet excitement.

"Put it in me," I demanded, snarling through clenched teeth.

With a vigorous thrust, his stout cock-head penetrated my swollen and wet pussy lips. I gasped. Closing my eyes, I focused on the enjoyable sensation as he slowly, but steadily buried his massive cock into my pussy. After I had taken every thick inch of him, I barked, "Fuuucck!"

"You're pussy is so tight," growled Roman gratified as the velveteen wetness of my cunt encased his hardness. He paused, allowing me to adjust to his gigantic girth. 

"Pussy...full...so full," I groaned as my pussy responded to Roman's deep probing cock. My cunt lips were stretched so tightly around his cock I could feel the blood pulsating in the big vein that ran along it. Gritting my teeth, I clutched the edge of the table so hard my knuckles turned white. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I experienced my first ever cock-penetration-only orgasm. My entire body trembled as I yowled, "Aaaaaah, Fuucckk!" 

Roman snarled and hissed through clenched teeth to keep from busting his nut while my cunt constricted tightly around his cock. Once I calmed from my climax, he slowly withdrew his cock until just the head remained inside me. He paused in that position while my labia wrapped around his cock-head, trying to draw him back into my cunt. When I whimpered and shifted my hips back towards him, he rewarded me with the full penetration of his behemoth. 

I felt like a wild beast, grunting and groaning as Roman made me his bitch. Wantonly, I arched my back and pumped my hips backwards into each slow stab of his cock. Twisting and turning on Roman's cock, I strained to orgasm again. I cried out as he sent his entire shaft completely inside me, exuding an overpowering pleasure to my core. Another gut-wrenching climax tore through my body and I howled as my whole body shook in orgasmic relief. 

Roman growled, once again, fighting off his own orgasm as my cunt violently convulsed around his cock. When I settled down, he was no longer able contain to his natural urges and he fucked me like he was trying to pin me to the table with his cock. His frantic pace drove waves of ecstasy throughout my body. He pummeled my pussy with his massive meat. At last his monster cock disappeared completely into my pussy and he bottomed out against my cervix. He pumped powerful jets of cum into my cunt while I stayed perfectly still receiving his seed. A deep rumble of gratification erupted from deep in his throat, "Aaaaaaahhh!"

My ears rang with the blissful baying of my lover. Just when I thought he had finished climaxing, his balls would tighten against me and he would send another stream of cum deep into my pussy. I felt his hot cum filling my pussy, its warm essence spreading through my body. This was the best sex I had ever experienced.

Finally with his balls emptied, Roman reached between my thighs and pressed his thumb against my overly agitated clit. The pressure he was placing on my clit combined with the fullness of his cock in my pussy to send an electric-like surge passing through my body. With a low growl, I vocalize my orgasm as intense pleasure arose from within me. It reached its pinnacle and ejaculate exploded from my cunt, splatting on the floor of the conference room. 

Euphorically, I howled, "WOOOOOOO!"

Completely spent, I collapsed on the table barely conscious. I was more sexually satisfied than I had ever been in my life. My pussy was hot and dripping with the sweet mix of our ejaculations. Tingles of sweet ecstasy warmed my skin with the glow of gratification. I loved the feeling of being filled with Roman's seed. It made me feel so receptive, so completely female. 

Roman's cock softened, having fulfilled its purpose of inseminating me. Exhausted from his exertion, he flopped down into a chair pulling down me into his lap. Dog-tired I curled up in his arms, basking in his post-coitus amity. He kissed me then growled, "You are the most responsive woman I've ever been with. That was the most incredible sex I have ever had."

I hugged him, feeling his strength and warmth. Laying my head on his shoulder, I said, "I've never had such powerful orgasms in my life. Sometimes it's best to give-in to your primal urges." 

Our sexual hunger was sated and we embraced, trembling with spent desire. The intimacy of the moment was powerful and further heightened the impact of what we had just shared. It was more powerful than lust, it was more primitive than love, in the simplest of terms it had been the mating of the company's alpha pair. And, with it was a vow unspoken, yet mutually and instinctively understood that Roman and I were now mated for life.



Primal Anal



Leaning against the doorway, I watch you; standing by a bed bereft of all but the sheets, bending over to retrieve a tossed and forgotten pillow from the floor. The sun revealing the parting of the curtains, your petite figure clad only in my shirt which is twice your size. Legs long and lean, I smile remembering their feel against my lips and hands. Watching you now, I bask in your sensuality, your taste still fresh upon my lips and chin.

So long we have waited to be together, the urgency of our meeting filled with need and ravenous hunger. In two long strides, I am behind you. You gasp, not in surprise but anticipation as I press my body against you. There is no mistaking my need to have you and as you slowly moves against me in response. It is apparent the feeling is mutual.

I take pleasure in sliding my hands under the hem of the shirt, moaning as your hands reach up and claps behind my head, drawing it closer to your sinewy neck. Your back arches as my lips linger, my beard rough against soft skin.

Sliding my hand between your legs, I run a finger along the slit of your pussy, your desire making the lips wet, slick. I can feel your clit harden under my touch and slowly mash it back and forth making you moan. I caress your firm abdomen with my free hand, fingers splayed, my thumb tracing tiny circles along the skin. Cupping your breast, I pinch your nipple hearing you whimper. Your hands come around to cup my ass, pushing me into you. 

"You like the way that feels?" I whisper into your neck.

"Yes." You moan, grinding against me. "I want you to fuck my ass," your voice husky with passion, lust.

My breath catches in my throat....my caresses pause for a moment as the vision of your naked body races through my mind. In that moment, you move away from me. I watch as you crawl onto the bed ... as the shirt hitches up past your hips revealing your beautiful ass to my view ... as you turn onto your back...watching as you slowly unbutton the shirt .... as the material parts. 

Unable to wait, I bend down and kiss along your inner thighs, your fingers going through my hair holding me steadfast. As you lift your pelvis to me, I kiss you gently, smelling your aroma, enjoying your moans, your whimpers of pleasure. The musk of our desire fills the room as the sweat from our bodies voices our passion. 

I relish in the sensation of running my hands over her your supple thighs, along your stomach...resting my palm on your pelvis. Sitting on my heels, the sun shines through the curtains, alighting upon your beauty prone before me, your hands cupping and squeezing your breasts, your legs wrapped about my hips as I slide deep into your ass, your back arching, reaching.

Your exhalation causes me to hesitate...but you plead with me to go deeper. Through whispered shouts you beg "Slide it in! Push your cock deep in my ass! Pleeeaasssee..." Your heels on my back enforce your moans.

The sight of me sliding between your perfect cheeks is overwhelming. The fingers of one of your hands drifts lower, rubbing your clit as you clinch your cheeks ...milking my cock, sucking me in. I push two fingers inside your opening, curling upward, alternating my thrusts...fingers rubbing...cock probing.

Your breath quickening as your juices flow...rivulets pool in the crease of the melding of your pelvis and thighs...lubricating my shaft as I thrust fully in now...holding. Enraptured by the sensation of being fully enveloped by your ass, your muscles clenched, feeling your insides spasm fully about me, my thrusting fingers pulsate inside of your pussy. Your two fingers rubbing furious circles over your clit as your bucking hips grind up and down my torso, riding my cock. 

Barely able to mouth the words, your eyes rolled back in your head, you pant "Fuck me...please fuck me hard...cum with me...cum in my ass," you moan. But I cannot so easily release the incredible sensations. I want to retain the feelings, the sounds, the rapture of your gyrations awhile longer, so I tell you "Not yet. Let it build, baby. Rub your clit, feel me in your tight ass. Wait until I cum with you." 

Throwing your head back, your bottom lip held between your teeth, "No, I can't," you sigh. But I know you can...and will. You love it when I deny your orgasm. Together we build, faster and fiery. A bead of sweat falls from my chin, landing upon your sweet pussy. So hot, I can almost see it sizzle on your skin.

Switching hands, I savor the feeling of my other fingers pushing aside your pussy lips...soft, succulent moistness awaiting my up thrust. Curling my fingers, I seek to find that wonderful spot that leaves you thrusting and bucking on my hand. Bringing your juices to my lips, I taste you again, savoring your sweetness. Strands of your nectar still lingering, I lower the other finger to your mouth...and groan as you engulf me, licking yourself from me, devouring my finger as you had my cock. Your mouth pumps my finger in rhythm to your ass pumping my hard desire...further exciting me, enticing me to cum.

Your thighs glisten with perspiration, squeezing my waist, your pussy pulsating on my fingers, your eyes part and capture mine....begging. No longer able to even mouth the words, you whimper for release... 

Your ass is so tight, your lust so wanton, your passion so arousing...I thrust faster, deeper...taking you now...your ankles locked behind me, your heels pulling me...demanding me...fucking your ass hard now. Unable to control myself any longer, I take you; devour you, groaning with each stroke, completely captivated by how incredible you feel, taste, sound.

My hips rock back and forth to your writhing...my breath now ragged and primal...my desire now unleashed as I grab your hips, pulling you onto me...your shrieks of ecstasy exuberant, joyful in the knowledge that soon...soon you will cum...together we will cum.

Your head tosses back and side to side...hair strewn about...the pillows and sheets wet with our lust...your hand torn between grasping the sheets and squeezing your nipples...your other hand a blur on your clit..."Yes....Yes, honey!" I gasp..."Your ass feels sooo good!" as I pound in and out...hunger, thirst, insatiable desire to be with you...inside of you...meld with you...a beast unleashed...I roar as I sink deep..."Now!!"

Your scream reverberates from the walls as you cum...your hips thrusting hard upward and onto me...your head arched back, the only contact you have with the sheets...your mouth gaped open...your body quivering over and over again...your ass cheeks milking me completely of my fluids as I hold myself fully emerged inside of you...my head thrown back, my cock spasming deeper as I fill you with my cum.

Still in the throes of ecstasy, we collapse in each other's arms. Kissing you, I taste your juices on your lips and tongue. Still breathing rapidly, your nipples press into my chest. Lost in the moment, neither of us are willing to part.



Primal Beat



The hypnotic beat of the music infused my body as I walked into the darkened club. I smoothed my hands down the silk violet slip dress, smiling at the memory how I twirled in front of the mirror after dressing, admiring how the tan stood out against the dark fabric. With a flick of my head, my hair flew over my shoulders and I moved deeper into the room, my hips swaying to the beat. I walked past the bar and went straight to the floor; platform heels accentuating my legs, making me look taller than what I was. I closed my eyes and started bouncing back and forth from one foot to the other. When the music started to bounce a little louder, I snapped my hips, grinding down as I brought my arms slowly up my body, hands splayed under my breasts then skimming over them, bringing my nipples to hard peaks. Upwards they traveled, fingertips dragging lightly over the skin of my neck as I let my head fall back. Beneath the long blanket of cherry cola hair, bringing it up, exposing the slender column of my neck only to let it fall as the beat picked up, my body caught in the hard rhythm of the music that surrounded me. 

My eyes flew open as hands landed on my hips, dragging me back against a wall of hardness. My head turned to the side and I ground my ass back against Him as He held me captive. To any who didn't know, it looked like He'd just walked up to me took over a stranger. But I knew better. I knew who He was and I reveled in the fact that I was His.

I moved against the wall of body behind me, driving my own body to peaks of pleasure by those small touches. The heat made my blood rush as His head came down to nuzzle my neck, nudging the hair out of the way, tongue drawing pictures on my skin as W/we lost ourselves in the non stop beat that drove us. Hands that were on my hips slid around, splaying on my stomach, dragging slowly upwards to cup my breasts, fingers tweaking hardened nipples eliciting a gasp from me. My body was no longer my own as I let His touch burn over me, through me. Trapped, I did the only thing I could and that was dance against what had me shivering even though the heat was blazing. 

Slowly, I turned and tipped my head back, looking up to meet His eyes, recognizing the domination written plainly there, causing my own eyes of blue to be cast downward, lashes fanning over my cheeks. Pink tongue darted out to moisten my lips as my body was pulled closer, molded against His, grinding against His leg as my breathing came in short pants of desire. Close, it was so close. And He could tell! Because just when I knew I'd lose myself in an orgasm, He pulled away, standing there and watching me as I danced. My body was like flame, dancing, writhing and slithering up and down, trying to attain what was denied me, knowing that I wouldn't orgasm but I had to keep it close as I knew that was what He wanted. 

His hand reached out, stroking down my cheek as He watched me, my eyes locked on His face, drowning in His eyes. The music was the bindings and He was the Master as He watched me writhe to the beat. With an infinite gentleness, He dragged His fingers down my arm and grabbed my hand, slamming me against Him, knee pressed hard between my thighs. One hand landed with a hard smack on my ass, grinding me against His knee, knowing it would send me over the edge. And still, I waited because He hadn't said the word. He hadn't given permission and I knew that that was what it would take to let the orgasm roar through me. 

Hypnotized by the chains of the music, by the rhythmic pulsing of the beat, the way our bodies melted together, grinding on His thigh over and over, a small whimper escaped me, unheard by any but was written plainly over my face as my brows drew into a small pucker of a frown. Not a frown of displeasure nor discomfort but one of intense begging, eyes darkened and swirling with desire, pleading to be allowed to cum. A smile tipped the corners of His lips and a gentle nod was given as He'd picked just that moment when the music went into a frenzy to allow me to cum. 

My body echoed the chaotic beat as I let go and let the release sweep me even further into oblivion. His hands were on my hips, holding me to Him, knowing that if He'd let me go, I'd have fallen to the floor. Hands fisted against His chest in the intensity of how hard I was cumming, body thrashing against His, masked by the pure primal beat of the music that flowed around us. I ground against His hardness, whimpering again, knowing that I wanted all of Him. I wanted Him inside me, on me, over me, behind me. I wanted Him to own me; every fiber of my being and it was writ plainly on my face. 

In one fluid movement, He'd lifted me into His arms and held me close; bringing cheers and calls from those that were on the dance floor with us. A smirk crossed His face as I watched Him, snuggling close to Him as He carried us out of the club. He set me on my feet by His car and turned me quickly so that I bent over the hood, nipples grazing the dew sweetened metal, causing me to shiver as they peaked into hard pebbles of desire. 

With a flick of His hand, He brought my dress up so my ass was displayed, His fingers drawing down each rounded globe. I had no time to wonder as to what was His intention as I felt His hand slam against my flesh, bringing an instant yelp of pain, desire, wanting and heat to my body. I couldn't help but push back with my hips, silently begging for more as another slap came down on the other side of my ass. Again and again until I was writhing, tears dripping down my face, my legs shaking so violently that I was glad for the car for support. One word issued from His lips as He nearly snarled in such heated passion. 

"Again."

And that was all it took to send me over the edge, my body convulsing in an orgasm so strong that I lost all sense of time and location. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me before I came back to myself, realizing that He was smoothing His hands over my reddened ass, soothing me. I hadn't realized that He'd brought me up against His body, absorbing the shocks of orgasm that held me in thrall. 

After what seemed like an eternity, He gave a well-delivered slap to my ass and bid to get on my knees. With a smile and eagerness, even though it'd started to mist, I dropped to my knees, feeling the pain of rocks grinding into the soft flesh there. I watched with eyes that were drugged with orgasm as His hands undid His belt, drawing down His zipper and undoing the button. My mouth went dry when He fisted His cock, the hard length of it an angry almost purple from the state of His arousal. Without His having to say a word, I opened my mouth and remained there, eyes locked on Him, lips moist and waiting, tongue slithering out in anticipation as He brought the head of His cock to my lips. Not once did I move as He smiled down upon me, enjoying the picture of His cumslut kneeling there in total submission, waiting for the okay to devour Him. 

My body strained, wanting to lean against Him, to touch Him other than just with my lips. And with a soft word, He bid me to suck Him. A smile was given before I slid Him deep into my mouth, lips locking tight around Him, teeth grazing softly as I set up a rhythm on the hard flesh that was given to me as a lollypop to suck on. My tongue circled the head every time I drew back, the tip of it darting into His cum hole, teasing Him before swallowing Him back down my throat again. 

My hands clenched on my thighs as I put every effort into sucking Him, showing Him with my motions how much I wanted His cum in my mouth or on my body. Never once did I break eye contact with Him as His words echoed into the night. "Finger yourself to orgasm, slut." And He didn't need to say more as I brought my hands down to bury my fingers in my pussy. While I was fucking His cock with my mouth, I was fucking my cunt with my fingers, hips snapping, scraping my knees on the hard concrete I was kneeling on. 

His laughter rang out softly, raining over me as He watched me, knowing I was peak again but a shake of His head told me that I wasn't going to orgasm now. Not quite so soon. He pulled His cock from my lips and offered His balls to me. I dove on them and gave them a tongue bath, licking and sucking, teething and scraping. I devoted every bit of what I had to Him and pleasing Him. He pulled back and drew the tip of His cock over my forehead, down my nose and to my lips. I opened my mouth, just as He'd liked and His smile told me that He was pleased. I slid my tongue out and waited knowing that soon, I would have His cum shooting into my mouth. 

And with a deep guttural moan from Him, His fist pumping on His cock, He let loose stream after stream of hot cum onto my tongue and into my mouth. I closed my throat off so that I wouldn't be tempted to swallow. I watched as His eyes closed, His head fell back. I watched as a fine tremor shook His body as the orgasm ripped through Him. I savored the saltiness of Him in my mouth and held on to my own sanity by a thread, my fingers never having stopped as I fucked my dripping cunt with them. 

In slow motion, it seemed, He brought His head and He smiled, taking His cock from my mouth and running His finger over my cheek and over my lower lip. He gathered a drip of His cum that was on my chin and held it while His nod told me I could cum. How hard it was to cum with a mouth full of cum, unable to swallow, breathing through my nose so that I wasn't tempted to guzzle down all that He'd given me! My body shook and I tried so hard to keep control of myself as once more I was torn asunder by a fresh orgasm. 

"Swallow, My lil cumslut." With a great look of relief, I swallowed down every bit of cum that He'd gifted me with, greedy in my gulping as I watched Him, watching me. He offered me His finger and I licked and sucked it clean of that one drop, a lusty sigh passing from my well-fucked lips. I brought my hands up from my pussy and was assisted to my feet by His hand at my elbow. Graciously, I offered Him my fingers that were glistening and coated with my own sweet honey that I'd just robbed from that hot lil honey pot of my pussy. His hand skimmed up my arm and took my hand, licking and sucking each of my fingers until my hands were clean, emitting soft growls of delight until they were all clean. 

"You taste good, lil slut. Now give me a kiss." And He pulled me up close and personal. My lips landed on His and I kissed Him with everything I was worth, turning over every bit of my soul to Him. I tasted myself mingling with His seed on my tongue, savoring the taste, enjoying the heat. 

A soft rain had started and He drew back, giving me a wicked smile. 

"Time to go. I don't want you getting sick, not when we have so much more to do when we get back to the house." And with that, He tugged open the door and settled me in the car, my mind ablaze at what would come next. I smiled as He slid in beside me and the car roared to life, engine purring, echoing the thrum of my body. His hand landed on my thigh and His fingers buried themselves in my already orgasm swollen cunt. I pushed my hips up to meet His fingers and smiled over at Him, anticipation boiling inside at what was to happen next.