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Needs

By: Uncle South Loop



In the dead of night, the two are alone and awake. They toss and turn in anger. Only sleep can dispel their loneliness and it refuse to come. Frustration pays them a visit to invoke thoughts of the emptiness of their lives. They mount their defenses against the threat of despair and summon the one. 

SHE: I throw off the bedcovers and reach over to click the switch of my bedside lamp. In the dim light, I shed my nightclothes. I lie back down, shifting several times before finding the proper blend of light and shadow on my naked body. Closing my eyes, I bring his image into focus. He is my perfect lover, the one that excites me with just a look. He is all that I’ve ever wanted, the one that makes my body tingle with his touch alone. He is all that I’ve ever desired, the one that can play my body and make it soar to the very peak of passion.  He answers my call and stands over me.

HE: She senses my presence in the room. Her eyes remain shut, obedient to my wishes. Lying naked on the bed, she silently awaits my command. I am the Master of her body, her heart and her very soul. Her smooth skin aches for my touch, the press of my body against hers.  She is the one willing to give all to me and me alone. Every inch of her perfect body prone before me to touch, to ply, to fondle, and to do with as I please.  She cannot hide her excitement at my being near. Her supple breasts shudder unevenly with each breath.     

SHE: His first touch is the back of his hand lightly against my cheekbone and down to the bottom of my jaw. He switches to his fingertips in stroking down my opposite cheek. He grazes over my chin, brushing my lips. Down he glides stroking the length of my neck, out across the front edges of my shoulders before he sets his palm on my upper chest. Warmth from his gentle hand penetrates my skin, awakening my deepest wants and stirring my deepest desires. His hand continues it’s downward journey and is joined by his other to circle and cup the bottom edges of my breasts.

HE: I love her flawless breasts. They’re so firm and soft. Her large aureoles join seamlessly with the surrounding skin. I cup their bottom edges and lift to feel their weight. Releasing, I skim their creamy smoothness. Around and around I brush my fingers, drawing ever closer to the two pointed peaks. She halts, in mid-exhale, as I graze the very tips of her nipples. Her body quivers when I bend and tweak the hardening tips. Her breathing resumes and she exhales emitting subtle soft rasps. Her extended red caps beg for my lips and I bend over her to grant their plea.

SHE: I grab the sheet when he flattens his warm wet tongue over my right breast. That wonderful tingling streams out over me as he laps. It’s so marvelous how he can suck and flick his tongue on my nipple. He knows so well what I want. Opening wide, he covers the top of my crest and lashes with his tongue. Shock waves streak thru me as he closes in to suck hard. He switches to my left and masterfully makes my left nipple swell to match the right. I’m wet already, unable to hold back. He’s sitting with one leg drawn up, resting on the bed.  Our hips are touching and his upper leg is against my arm. I run my hand from his knee, across his thigh and down.    

HE: She knows her soft woman’s hand feels so good on my skin. Yes, bring it down and swipe it over my hardening cock. She knows how I like her to play with rising shaft as if it were her newly discovered treasure. Her hand delves lower and cups my sack to ply my balls and then moves on to rub and knead the small swath of smoothness behind with her fingertips. With her feathery touch I grow larger. Her hand rises and strokes my stiffening shaft. After a few light strokes, she lifts her hand above my erection. She curls her fingers and thumb and the tips circle the fleshy edge to swirl and twist. Several forays are made to swipe over my rounded domed head.

SHE: His hands drift over my stomach, passing the sides of my navel as they descend. Halting beneath my waist, the pause to swirl across my rise and brush through my soft patch of hair. Two of his fingertips find the beginning of my slit and part my puffy folds, carefully avoiding my buried nub beneath. They glide down through the slippery layer of my seeping juices. Reaching my opening, the two find my entryway and slip in explore my inner channel. They swirl and probe, garnering the wetness inside. Making a sudden exit, I feel them on my lips. I open and take them into my mouth to suck and taste my own arousal. Pulling them out, he returns them to my center and again inserts them into me adding a third finger. I feel the fingers of his other hand high on my slit. He searches, finds and starts the massage of my buried clit.

HE: She knows what I want next and loves doing it. Opening her eyes and rising up, she moves over and I lie back on the bed. I spread my legs and she kneels between them. Her hand grasps my erection and she leans over to take me into her mouth. Half of my rigid cock disappears between her lips. Her tongue twirls around mushroom dome, the tip teasing my tiny slit. In her hunger, saliva washes over and soothes my stretched skin. She grasps me firmly and pumps my skin casing. Her cheeks collapse when she sucks. Her eyes look up to my face and her nostrils flare, heightened by her fervent efforts. I yield control of my body to her.     

SHE: He holds his hands in place as I spread my legs to let him climb between. I feel his warm breath rush out on my damp grove as he resumes his fingertip recital. His gaze is now exceedingly intent upon my pleasure center. He plays my body, prodding and pressuring with exact precision.  My body soars in response to his artistry. I dance for him and him alone, wanting to give him the performance he demands. His slave, my hips leap up as I spew forth in abeyance to his wishes. I drench his fingers with hot fluid and know he is pleased. I stretch my legs wider beckoning him to enter me. I want to feel his body against mine. I want his hard cock buried in my sopping cunt.

HE: Slowly, my strong will returns. My cock is so hard it aches. She wants me to fuck her hard, to bury my steely prick in her wet, warm pussy. She pulls her mouth away and scrambles back on the bed. She lifts her legs and pulls them back.  Her pussy is puffy and swollen. Her juice has flowed out and the tops of her thighs glisten. Sliding her arms inside her legs, she pulls open her entryway. I plunge into her, burrowing into her very center. She gasps in pleasure. My body becomes a powerful engine, my cock an unrelenting piston that pounds her. So tight is our fit, the skin of my cock is stretched with my lunges and gripped on my withdrawals. My burning seed rushes up my length and erupts to flood her hot hole. Over and over, I spout into her. She clutches and pumps me dry.       

SHE: He grasps his cock, moves forward and rubs it’s seeping wet head up my swollen groove. I gasp when it pauses to rub my hardened clit. It reverses, finds my doorway and drives into my burning pussy. My walls give way as his huge prick enters and glides into my slippery hole, awash with my desire. I take every inch of his engorged pleasure tool and clutch the sides of his shaft. He pauses and lets me embrace his manhood before retreating to begin slow thrusts. Sensing my want, he increases both the force and speed of his plunges. Prickling waves rake my body only to recede back to the center of my womanhood. My release is strong and lifts my hips off the bed. I bounce up and down with my jolting spurts and moan loudly in my pleasure. Our mingled cum wells up and spills out, flowing down over my puckered ass hole. The sweet pungent aroma of sex fills my room.

Slowly, they drift back to the solitude of their bedrooms. The one is gone, after giving them all the comfort that was possible. Weariness now finds them and sleep soon follows. Tomorrow, they will rise and resume their search for each other.

Author asks readers, "Does my story work for you?" 

Needs



You're late. You're always late.

Fortunately, you've never stood me up or cancelled at the last minute. I do so look forward to our trysts.

Within the hour, you will knock on the door of our hotel room with an apology and a tale of woe. You were stuck in traffic, your flight was delayed, an important client called you on your cell phone, etc., etc. I've heard all of your stories, but no matter. If your life was not as it is, high stakes, high stress, you might not have a need for me, perish the thought. I will always have a need for you.

The need I refer to is not monetary, of course. I am neither a prostitute nor a high-maintenance mistress. Like yourself, I have an advanced degree, a career, a spouse and children. My clients treat me with the utmost respect, for I am a consummate professional with impeccable manners. Until I met you, no one so much as guessed my personality has other facets.

"So how did you spot me?" I asked once, years ago, after releasing you from your bonds.

"You had a particular look in your eyes. Bedroom eyes, no, more intense. It's the same look men have when they see something they want. In a woman's eyes it's a little, I don't know, scary, but exciting. I thought, Whoa, what does she want with me?"

I recall the night we met. You had a certain look in your eyes, as well: a willingness to please, a desire to relinquish control. Nothing in your mannerisms distinguished you from the other attorneys attending that dull suaré. You were strong-willed, ambitious, cynical, but your eyes hinted of unfulfilled longings I alone understood. We exchanged cell numbers. We've met this way ever since.

As I wait in our hotel room, I study my appearance in the mirror facing the bed. I prefer to remain dressed until you arrive.

My outermost layer of clothing is conservative yet fashionable: a knee-length, sleeveless black dress, stockings, high-heeled black pumps. My dark hair is swept in a bun. I wear pearls, minimal makeup, absolutely no perfume. That's a very important detail.

The second layer is more interesting: a black lace push-up bra and a matching thong. The stockings are thigh-highs. Underneath the lingerie my body is freshly showered, hairless, pale as cream, toned from countless hours spent in the gym, slathered in unscented lotion, exquisitely soft to the touch. As I examine myself at an angle, my generous breasts, thighs, and ass, I wonder if I've been eating too much lately. I remind myself you prefer me this way.

You've explained why you don't like most of the women in our social class. You see them every day, tanned as leather, silicone-enhanced and painfully thin. They appear either angry or completely expressionless, depending on the date of their last botox injection. Some men may find them suitable trophy wives, but they will never give you a proper boner.

For the sake of pure pleasure you require someone else, a primal archetype. You discovered her many years ago. She was a centerfold in the Playboy your father hid in his closet. Her name was Betty Page. You met someone just like her shortly after you turned fourteen.

Late in life, your mother had another child. Your parents did not trust you with an infant, so they hired a sitter when they went out to dinner, a seventeen-year-old Italian girl name Linda. On a warm night in the middle of July, after she put your sister to sleep, Linda visited your room. She sat on your bed. At the time you were wearing boxers and nothing else, as you were not expecting company. Linda was naked under her gauzy green sundress.

"Would you like to touch me?" she asked innocently. The look in Linda's eyes was anything but innocent. Before you could answer, she lifted her dress and placed your hand on one of her full, round breasts. With her plump little fingers guiding yours, she showed you how to caress her taut, cinnamon-shaded nipples. You immediately pitched a tent in your shorts. You could barely breath.

"I'm sorry," was all you knew to say.

"It's alright, you're supposed to do that," she assured you as she removed her dress completely. 

"Here, let me take those off. You'll be more comfortable."

As Linda removed your boxers, you stared at her body, helplessly transfixed. Her curves were generous and soft, more so than most girls her age.

"There's something I want to teach you." Linda said as she straddled your face. "You see this?" she asked, caressing the little pink lump that protruded from her dark pubic hair. "I want you to run your tongue over it, back and forth, really softly, OK?"

The electric current of her scent shot down your spine. Blissfully overwhelmed, you did as she asked.

"Ooh, yes, that's perfect," Linda cooed. "I'll tell you when to stop."

You continued to lick her for the longest time, until she whimpered and trembled. Then Linda did something even more surprising. She turned around, still straddling your face, and put your stiff, aching cock in her mouth. As soon as you felt her wet lips slide down your shaft, you came. She drank every drop. As she dressed, Linda thanked you.

"Did you like that? Was it fun?" she asked.

"Yes," you agreed, still struggling to comprehend what happened.

"Would you like to do more next time?"

'What a ridiculous question,' you thought. "Sure!"

By the end of the summer that good-natured, chubby, eager babysitter taught you everything you needed to know about sharing pleasure. In high school you dated skinny cheerleader types because your friends wanted them, but the sex was never as good. It's never been as good with anyone else, as a matter of fact, not until you met me.

I hear footsteps and turn from the mirror. 'Is that you?' I hear a door slam further down the hall. No, it's not. 'Damn it,' I think, 'where the hell are you? I've been here almost an hour. You know how horny I get while I'm waiting!'

I'm always horny, truth be known, which is why I require a man like yourself to sate me. Successful, respectable women must not openly acknowledge the intensity of our yearnings, lest we lose a certain level of hard-earned respect. But I cannot help being the way I am, it's in my genes, I did not choose it.

My problems began shortly after my twelfth birthday. In my case the shift in hormone levels did not creep up slowly as it does for most young girls. Puberty crashed into my unsuspecting psyche like a bullet train with brake failure.

One morning I awakened to find hair sprouting between my legs. My chest was sore. I thought something was wrong. By the time I entered the sixth grade I already filled a B cup. The older boys in my neighborhood scared me. They gave me dark looks because they thought I was older.

The boys in my class, however, became strangely fascinating. I'd stare at their hands and mouths absentmindedly, as if I wanted something from them but had no idea what. My Greek Orthodox family never spoke of sex.

Later that year I finally realized what I yearned for, what the older boys yearned for, when a classmate found her mother's stash of bodice-ripper novels. I borrowed a few to read "the good parts" (dog-eared for the sake of convenience) and studied them in my room in the wee hours of the night. They described in awful, florid prose all the wonderful things men can do to women with their bodies. After reading a few passages I felt a terrible ache between my legs. Instinctively I pulled down my pajamas and rubbed where it hurt. The release was powerful, glorious, surprising.

Since then I've masturbated at least once a day, every day, with my fingers, with sex toys, whatever is available at the moment. Sometimes that's enough to calm me down, but masturbation alone never truly soothes the ache. For that I need another body, a man's body specifically. 'Where the hell are you?'

I know exactly what I will do when you arrive. First I will scold you. "Where have you been? You're late!"

You'll apologize profusely. I'll tell you I don't want to hear it. "There's only one way to make it up to me."

"What do you want?" you'll ask, sounding cocky and irritated. You'll think I'm being unreasonable.

"How dare you speak to me in that tone of voice! Now you're really in for it!" I'll snap as I remove my dress. "You know how worked up I get while I'm waiting for you," I'll continue as I let down my hair. "It's going to take hours to get this out of my system!"

I'll watch your eyes cloud with lust. "Wow, you look great!" you'll say.

"Shut up! Do you think you can fix this with flattery? Sorry, lover, if you want me to forgive you, you're going to have to work for it."

With that, I will remove the silly, over-priced trappings of your life, the silk tie, the wool trousers, the Italian leather shoes. I detest your clothes. They're nice, I suppose, but when we're together they only get in the way.

"You need a shower," I'll tell you when you're naked.

"As you wish, my lady."

"That's better."

You'll follow me to the bathroom and step into the tub. I won't allow you close the curtain. Washing your body is something I look forward to. The contrasting texture of your smooth, wet skin and your coarse body hair, your firm muscles underneath my soapy hands, I need to feel those things. I especially enjoy washing between your legs, carefully sudsing your balls, your scrotum and your ass. I save your cock for last to make sure it's hard first, that way I can clean it more thoroughly.

When I'm done showering you, I'll dry you off and order you to lie on the bed. It's time to open my bag of tricks. I always bring a large purse with me on these occasions. The experience would not be complete without certain accessories.

I have scarves to bind your wrists to the bed (our favorite hotel has slat headboards, bless them), a feather, fur mittens, a blindfold, flavored lubricant, surgical gloves and a vibrator. I may or may not use all those things in one session, it all depends upon how I feel.

Today I will begin by tying your wrists to the bed. Seeing as my craving for pleasure is relentless, I cannot risk you getting over-zealous and rushing things. After I've tied you up I will straddle your stomach. Although I know how badly you'll want me to remove my panties, I'll make you wait. Instead I'll take off my bra. I will alternate between caressing my breasts while you watch, leaning over so you can lick my nipples, or biting and sucking on yours. While I'm doing those things I'll talk to you, tell you how much I've missed you, count the number of times I masturbated this week while I thought about your wonderful body.

When I'm good and ready, I will finally slide my hand between my thighs and pull the crotch of my thong aside.

"Would you like to taste me?" I'll ask as I reveal my wet, shaved, swollen lips.

"Yes!"

"Are you sure? You have to promise you won't stop until I come, no matter how long it takes. I need you to do that for me. Do you promise?"

"Yes! I promise!"

I'll climb off your chest, remove my panties and straddle you again. You'll eat me perfectly, you always do. I know how much you enjoy my primal scent, which is why I never wear perfume. It would detract from the experience.

I will allow you to devour me until I come all over your face, slathering you with my juices, which will make me feel generous.

"My poor baby," I'll say, "your balls must ache terribly." I'll pull a surgical glove from my bag of tricks. "I can help you with that," I'll assure you as I spread your legs and nestle between them. You'll thrust your hips, try to push your cock into my mouth, but I won't let you.

"Not yet," I'll tell you sternly as I apply the glove. You'll look down and your eyes will grow wide. First I will dip a finger inside my pussy for lubrication, then carefully, slowly, I will push my wet finger deep into your ass. I love watching your expression when I do that. Your eyes bulge every time.

"It feels really good, doesn't it?"

"Yes," you'll moan.

While I gently finger you, I will use my other hand to alternate between caressing your balls and squeezing the base of your cock. I'll run my tongue all over it, suck the pre-cum from the head, lick the vein, take you into my mouth to feel you throb. I'll savor all the minute changes in your body as your orgasm draws closer, the way your hands clench and your toes curl, the sound of your breath as it grows rapid and shallow, the way you writhe and struggle to free yourself from bondage. Just as you're about to go over the edge, I will stop.

"Do you need to come?" I'll ask sweetly.

"YES!"

"Beg me for more."

When I'm suitably impressed with the earnestness of your pleas, I will allow you to come in my mouth. I'll drink every drop, just as Linda did all those years ago. You'll thank me profusely and ask me to untie you, but I'll refuse. After all, you were late. I became very frustrated while I was waiting. I warned you this would take hours to sort out, remember?

After I dispose of the glove, the next thing I'll remove from my bag of tricks will be the vibrator. I brought my favorite one. It's the exact size and shape of your cock. On full power it growls like a Harley Davidson.

I'll remove my shoes and climb onto the bed. Holding the headboard with one hand for balance, I'll stand over you with my legs spread just wide enough so you can see inside me. I'll turn on the vibrator and press it against my clit.

While my favorite toy works its magic, I'll talk to you again. I'll tell you how much I enjoyed everything we've done so far, how good it felt to run my hands all over you in the shower, how hard I came when you ate me, how much I loved the taste of your cock. I'll tell you I can hardly wait for you to get another hard-on. This time I'm going to fuck you. I need to fuck you. I've been thinking about it for days.

I'll tell you I'm going to straddle your hips and slide down your cock until I can feel my clit against your pubic bone. I'll ride you like a belly dancer, grinding in slow circles, savoring the friction and the way you throb when you're deep inside me. As soon as I feel you're close to coming I'll change directions, give it to you in reverse so you can admire the sensuous motion of my big Greek ass.

"It will feel so good, won't it?" I'll say as my vibrator draws me into the abyss. I won't allow myself to come, not this time, not yet. I'll look over my shoulder.

"Ooh, you're already hard again. That didn't take long!" I'll say, impressed. You really are so good to me.

Then I will fuck you and you will fuck me. You'll raise your hips off the bed because you know I need every inch of you, hold your orgasm until I tell you I've had enough. When you come, I will feel it, each surge and spasm reverberating deep inside and filling me with perfect love.

Spent and euphoric, I will untie your wrists, kiss you passionately, tell you how wonderful you are. You'll thank me for the opportunity to get out of the house and away from our kids for awhile. "After all these years, you're still the sexiest woman I've ever met."

That is what you'll say in a few hours. You always do.

I hear footsteps down the hall. I watch you barge through the door of our hotel room, breathless and apologetic.

I turn from the mirror to glare at you.

"Where have you been?" I ask. "You're late!" 



Needs



Krell was a reptilian queen, which meant that unlike the rest of her species she was very fertile. She was also expected to reproduce repeatedly throughout her lifetime in order to ensure the continuation of her species. Krell had already successfully born several clutches of eggs which had produced healthy offspring. She had only one minor problem, her sexual appetite increased instead of decreased when she was pregnant, and virile males were highly sought after and as such were only available during a heat cycle.

She had turned to male drones at first but the process was so foreign to them, that they seemed unable to grasp the concept. Female drones were not an option as they were occupied with the task of raising the children. Finally she'd opted for other species, several being somewhat successful but all seemed driven by the mating cycle such that once she was out of heat, the results were less than stellar.

So she sent out her drones to find a suitable replacement, and among her own offspring it was easy to mentally imprint her commands. She was surprised that it took only one mating cycle to find a new seemingly compatible species. They were warm blooded, which intrigued her. She spent several male studs during her heat cycle at thought of playing with a male of this new species called "Homin." 

One healthy male specimen was on his way by the time her heat cycle was over. She lounged in her quarters, inspecting the information, they seemed rather tiny and fragile, but their reproductive organs were compatible, which is all that mattered to her eyes. Her scaled form was already showing signs of impregnation, her nipples protruding, and her scales lightening in color. She idly wondered how many eggs she was carrying as she somewhat impatiently awaited the Homin.

James was a healthy young man, had always been on the tall thin geeky side until college. He studied hard, which was easy since girls saw him as a friend and not a boyfriend. Masturbation was his only release, and while it frustrated him sometimes, at others he was glad not to have to deal with the stress of an unplanned pregnancy or STD risk. 

After college he'd always figured he'd finally date and get a girlfriend. It seemed like the same pattern, girls who said they wanted a nice guy even as they spread their legs for men who treated them like shit. He'd finally got laid, but he'd been so nervous that it had been rather awkward and he'd been unable to cum with the condom on. 

He'd gone on a camping trip with a bunch of work buddies, and other than being 25 he felt like the forty year old virgin. At the end of the first day he was glad to have a tent to himself, and hoped he wouldn't have too much of a hangover since they'd mixed shots with beer. He stripped off his clothes and slipped into the sleeping bag in his boxer briefs. The next thing he knew he felt like he was floating.

He couldn't open his eyes and figured he was dreaming and so was very surprised to wake up to a painful set of injections in his arm, and several strange lizard beings rasping at him. It was a few minutes later when he finally understood what they were saying, they said he'd been given translator microbes, whatever that was, inoculations, and something that didn't translate.

James was naked but could feel some sort of collar around his neck. He stumbled along, surrounded by the beings, who were a full head shorter than him. He heard them whispering about the queen, and what would happen if he was unsuitable. James gulped at the mention of whether she would eat him, flay him alive and offer him to the drones, or other things he didn't want to imagine. 

A door opened and he was somewhat roughly pushed inside and the door closed, he looked about he had grown used to the soft lighting and expecting the Queen to be smaller than the males was surprised that she was a good foot taller than him. She was relatively humanoid, she had two small firm breasts, and below what appeared as eight pack abs, but each had its own nipple and he realized they were breasts as well. Her tail was easily four feet long and dangerous looking. She had a strange look about her; her skin was a beautiful shade of green and seemed to glow slightly. Her large eyes glowed and he watched as her forked long tongue darted over her lips.

"Nice." Krell looked over the homin, recalling the weak spots so as to not break him. She stood towering over him as she moved around him. 

James noticed how cold her hands were as she touched him, he wasn't sure how to react, but his cock was stiffening in response. He wondered if that would be a problem, but she seemed pleased and his eyes were drawn between her legs wondering how it would work. He saw nothing but a smooth layer of scales. He was wavering between fear and desire as her hands lingered over him, finally the cold long fingers slithered over his cock.

Krell's claws extended tracing along blue lines that indicated where his blood flowed just beneath the skin. He was obviously not driven by hormones, as her last conquest had been only able to manage one mating before going flaccid. She leaned in to smell him, inhaling the hormones of his species, her tongue lashing out to confirm that he had naturally high levels of testosterone. At least compared to her species, she noticed he was glancing between her legs and with a swift move of her hand, pealed back a scaly layer to reveal pale lemon yellow skin; the area had the most delicate skin and needed extra protection. She licked the pulse point at his neck, enjoying the heat and the increased pace of his heart.

Fear could fade, and she did enjoy it while it lasted. Krell rarely spoke aloud, as a queen she had a strong telepathic link to her offspring and a lesser ability with all others, but she wondered if he would ever be able to feel her inside his mind. She would wait to try that later, for now she was eager to mate. It had been almost a full day since her last mating, and she was carrying a strong clutch of eggs within her. She wrapped herself around the male, her tail pulling him against her.

James was stunned and unable to keep his cock from rising as her fingers delicately danced over his skin, the sharp claws all too capable of killing him or worse. The feel of her raspy long tongue made his heart beat faster as if to pump all his blood directly into his dick. He'd never considered himself all that big, just under average compared to the guys he'd seen on porn. When he finally looked down his cock seemed impossible big and was dark red, the skin seemed stretched to the max and it was a miracle he didn't cum the instant she wrapped her body around his. 

The tail alone could have kept him pinned in place, but his gaze was fixed on hers and he felt as if he were being hypnotized by the glowing orbs. She hadn't said another word, but she'd revealed her pussy to him and within moments she had slithered onto his cock. There was no other word to describe how her body moved upon him as if she was eating his cock with her pussy.

It was not as cold as he expected but it did have a slimy feel, and it undulated around his cock and he could hold back no longer. He gasped as thick strands of cum exploded inside her, it had been a while since he'd masturbated and the explosion seemed more intense because of it.

He gasped as he felt her bite his neck, not in pain but in shock. He wondered about venom, as additional warmth coursed through his body. James felt super human like he could do anything, and in a blink of an eye he was lying down pinned underneath her strong body and she was screwing him. It was amazing in a way he could not describe. Especially as his cock had not softened, at least not that he could tell. 

Krell felt the warm gush of seminal fluid and felt a pleasure that she had never experienced. She had not considered that a warm blooded lover would be so suitable. Nearly all of the species on her world were cold blooded due to the distance from their sun and the planetary conditions. She bit him in pleasure, her venom coursing through his veins; she withdrew and licked the wound helping seal it, hoping she had not injured her toy. A queen's bite would normally increase the flow of semen during mating to ensure a healthy clutch; outside of mating it could kill a male of her own species.

There was no way to know how it would effect him, so she was determined to mate with him as long as he was able, her body undulating over his, thrusting herself against him, her mouth carefully closed as she kissed along the line of his pulsing blood at his neck. She had already made a mental call to her drone offspring to start the search for another male, as she didn't want to go one moment without a homin male for sex.

He felt her mouth on his and parted his lips at her unspoken insistence. It was the strangest kiss he had ever had, which considering his experience, was not saying much. Her long tongue threatened to strangle him as it slide down his throat. He quickly found a way to tilt his head, so he could breathe between having her tongue thrust down his throat. It was like she was fucking his mouth and his cock at the same time. He wondered what else she would do to him, thinking about what the drones had said earlier about flaying and being eaten.

James had forgotten about her formidable tail until it pressed against his buttocks. He resisted instinctively, but soon the feel of her cool slimy cunt made him forget about his reluctance. He figured it would hurt, but her tail was tapered and the slender end was rounded. It slithered and toyed with his ass, and he felt his own cum running down his shaft to his ass, the warm slippery stuff providing ample lubrication. He wondered when his cock would go soft, but for now he just hoped to come close to satisfying the alien lizard queen.

Her tail had been idle and recalling that males had another opening for her to fill, her tail moved up his leg to find it. She felt him spurt inside her, the spunk flowing out of her this time, running down his enjoyable cock to his ass. Her tail played with him, moving the extra spunk from her overflowing pussy to his tight sphincter. His body was so warm, and when her tail finally managed to press into him, she orgasmed, briefly overwhelmed by the heat of this additional hole. His throat had willingly opened for her tongue, and her tail sought to fill and fuck him in a similar manner. 

Eventually his cock spasmed again and despite her best efforts went soft, she found herself willing to wait, as she withdrew from his mouth, her tail having just begun to penetrate his ass. His orgasm seemed to make it far easier and she was enjoying tail fucking him more than she anticipated.

James felt exhausted when another orgasm ripped through his body, his tight ass still resisting intrusion despite a fresh supply of cum to lubricate things. He hoped he hadn't disappointed her as her tongue withdrew. He wanted to promise to do better next time, but glancing down his long cock was soft but hadn't really diminished much in size. The sight of her tail invading his ass was more of a turn on than he thought. Plus the sensation was amazing, almost as good as fucking her, and his cock was slowly stiffening as the queen's tail was continuing to invade his ass.

She let her tongue wander to his strange pink nipples, finding him erotically ticklish as she let her tongue slither between them both, seeing it bring new life to his cock, she pulled him to her and began riding him again her alien cunt nearly sucking the life out of him. She took all her new information and used it to keep him hard and fucking for the next several hours. His warmth keeps her going long after she was physically satisfied. Krell allowed him to cum only because she was finally sated and sleepy. However she kept him curled up next to her with her tail up his ass as they slept. She woke to the feel of his cock poking against her enjoying the feel of his warm body, his warm cum, it was soothing. The next day her three main drones, squat strong things, massively muscled and armored, each sported a stiff cock from watching her mate with the fleshie as they had dubbed James. She allowed her homin a break and rapidly fucked her drones; two together filling her pussy, the third was working her ass. Her tail thrashed in pleasure as they squirted their ineffective cum inside her. They bowed and left, knowing their cocks were spent for the month.

Drones rarely had erections, and their ejaculate contained no sperm. She turned back to her captive human. James was awake and had been watching the entire time, and was still aroused despite the strange vision of the lizard queen mating with the squat males. He wondered if she was tired of him already, but seeing her turn and look upon him with hunger, he knew she wasn't done with him yet.

He managed to open his mouth, "Are you going to feed me?" she smiled or at least what he thought was a smile. She gracefully slithered towards him and using only the slightest pressure guided his head between her legs. James was momentarily repulse, but realizing it was crucial to his well being that he cooperated, he opened his mouth and timidly licked her alien flesh. He was still surprised at how cold her body was, and how sweet she tasted.

Krell thrilled at the feel of his warm tongue eagerly lapping at her slick flesh. Oral was not a skill the males of her species had. She knew the juices of her male drones were nutrient rich, as drones typically engaged in oral sex when an erection occurred. Krell allowed herself to relax, as the warm homin licked and sucked the alien mixture from her pussy and ass. 

The days of her pregnancy passed in pleasure, the male homin managing to mate with her enough to satisfy her urges. She noted changes in him, his body gaining more muscle tone, including his tongue making it impossible for him to speak. The spot she had bit him, and to be honest she had accidentally bite him in pleasure a dozen times over the last few months, was red and swollen around the puncture marks. Also his cock seemed to stay harder longer, and spurt inside her far less often.

She figured it was just the effects of the toxin, and didn't bother having any additional medical tests done. It wasn't like her people would know if the changes were natural or not. Her belly was swollen and she was due to clutch any time now, as she slept more and more of the time. She woke to find her homin pet rubbing his cock against her body, and suckling on her swollen tits. She felt strangely warm and knew it was time, she summoned her attendants and several struggled to pull the homin away as they guided her to a sandy area and tended to her. 

James felt strange, like an addict as he vainly fought with three drones. He ached for her, even as he was unable to speak, his cock twitching at the sight of her ripe body. He couldn't express his need, and felt a twinge in the side of his neck and then everything went dark.

There was something different about this birth, and she gasped in pleasure as the first of her eggs slide from her body. She looked down, unable to believe what the others were projecting with their minds. She knew she had gotten quite large this time, but the eggs were all significantly bigger than any other clutch. After ten she thought she was going to pass out from the intensity of pleasure each caused, but she managed to stay alert long enough to feel one more pass through her body. She woke up later, to see several female drones already nesting on her eggs. Krell felt cold and empty, despite the increased room temperature. She glanced about for her homin, to see he was manacled in the corner, his body bruised and bloodied. She tilted her head and the attendants filled her in on the struggle that had occurred. She moved towards him hoping he was functional. She curled up against him basking in the heat of his body. 

James had been sedated repeatedly and finally shackled in the corner. He had fought it every step of the way and at some point he had cracked his head against the wall. He woke up to feel her cool scaly body against his, and he felt a flood of relief. He slowly opened his eyes, noticing three much smaller females were tending to the eggs. 

Eggs, it made him realize just how different their species were, but he couldn't imagine going home, much less fucking a girl and having a family. He tugged slightly at his chains, wanting to hold her, touch her, and reassure him that she was real. He was hungry, thirsty, horny, and at the same time he really needed to piss. He had no idea of how long it had been, as her eyes finally opened and looked at him.

He wished he could talk, even as he rather liked how useful his tongue was in pleasing her. He watched as she nodded, as if replying to his unspoken desires and his manacles unlocked. James rubbed his wrists briefly before standing and moved to the corner to empty his bladder.

It all seemed so normal, yet so unfamiliar, as her swollen nipples and slender waist attested to the fact that she was no longer with child. Food was brought in reminding him how ravenous he was and they ate together. He occasionally looked at the females caring for the eggs, they were drab in comparison. It was the first time since his tongue had swollen that he wished he could talk, but her mouth descended upon his and all thoughts of communicating were lost.

Typically after giving birth her sexual appetites waned until she was in heat again, but her homin pet seemed unsettled and his cock appeared painfully swollen. So she kissed him, his thicker tongue playing with her long thin one. His warm body pressing against her, his cock rubbing insistently against her belly. She felt oddly passive, and for the first time allowed him to be on top of her. Krell had no need to pull back the protective covering as during birth it pulled away naturally and the eggs would hatch before it would cover her pussy again. She shifted her body against him, feeling his heat as he sank into her. A mix of relief and pleasure was on his face as she moved with him, enjoying the strong slow powerful thrusts. She sought to kiss him again but his mouth moved down to her breasts and she gasped as he savagely attacked her nipples.

The sensations were so intense, she felt so delicate, as his thrusts grew faster and a strangled noise escaped his mouth. The heated explosion inside her was expected yet still shocked her into her own languid orgasm. She had never felt so peaceful, and she was grateful when he sank fully inside her. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she was still very tired as they both finally got some much needed sleep.



Needs



Caluna knew it was going to be a difficult night. It wasn't that she disliked John. He was a really sweet guy and she'd enjoyed a lot of their time together. He just wasn't quite right for her. It hadn't been deliberate. She'd tried her best to see past the things she didn't like so much about him because in so many ways he was really good for her and was undoubtedly really good to her, but in the end she couldn't control how she felt. She had tried so hard to let him down gently, too, but he simply couldn't understand that no matter how much she liked him, she would never love him. She tried to explain that while she appreciated his devotion, his affection and his generosity, she had neither the energy nor the will to keep up with his intense, desperate passion, nor was she equipped to satisfy his eternal need for approval and reassurance. She sympathised with him. She had known periods in her own life of that same hollow, grasping neediness too, and she understood that her rejection would hurt him deeply. In the end, though, she had to tell him that she couldn't fill that gnawing, gaping hole in his life any more. If she was going to be with someone, it would have to be with a strong guy, a self-reliant man, someone who could take care of himself. If that man didn't come along, then she'd rather be alone than with the wrong man, and John was definitely the wrong man. So she ended it. She had to.

Tonight was a mutual friend's birthday. Caluna had struggled with the idea of even going, knowing that John would be there too. They hadn't communicated at all for about a month, since the horrible afternoon they'd met to exchange books and CDs they'd lent one another. She worried he'd still be angry and resentful, and that a night of supposed celebrations would end in tears and recriminations. Finally, though, her loyalty to Anna, who'd been so supportive after the break-up, won out. She could keep it together, she knew that. She just had to hope that John's essential decency would let him be polite or, at worst, just steer clear of her for the night. They could probably escape with just a little bit of awkwardness and not ruin anyone's night.

Of course, Anna hadn't made things any easier. The party had a "pimps and hos" theme, so Caluna knew she would have to dress sexy. She had been fretting that John would become bitterly jealous seeing her dressed like a slut, knowing he wouldn't be able to take advantage. He had always been so full of compliments about her body, especially when she wrapped it in a sexy outfit. He loved it when she wore sexy underwear, especially stockings or hold-ups, as she often did. But it had been weeks and weeks since they split and she loved dressing up, so he'd just have to deal with it. No doubt in the fit of blame and bitterness he'd entered since they broke up, he had forgotten all his compliments and admiration for her anyway, convincing himself that she was as ugly physically as he had tried to make her feel emotionally.

As she emerged from the shower and began to dry herself off, she looked in the full length mirror in her bedroom and wondered what he ever thought was so incredible about her body anyway. She was fairly pretty, she thought, and it seemed that her big green eyes, his long, thick, glossy black hair and her sallow skin gave her an unusual Mediterranean look amongst the pale, pasty faces of her native Glasgow. Otherwise, though, she saw nothing special at all. Her boobs were unexceptional. They were only a B cup, and though she was grateful that they would probably never suffer too badly from gravity's cruel, unflattering demands, she did often think that bigger would be better. She seriously envied her more amply endowed friends. They could wear plunging necklines and expose glorious, sexy sweeps of décolletage, highlighting by an alluring crevasse of cleavage. Even with the best bra in the world, Caluna could never dream of that.

She gave her nipples a little tweak. It made no difference. They were small buttons, the colour of really good milk chocolate, with virtually no areolae at all, and they were always stiff and hard. Caluna had always felt that the way they stood out really stood out, and she smiled a little as she rolled them gently between her fingers and thumbs.

Her hands then slid down her chest to her stomach. The skin was soft and she was slim enough, but she resented the fact that no matter how many crunches she forced herself to do, she had never been able to develop the nipped-in waist she so desired. She also now focused on the slightly doughy texture her belly had assumed recently and ruefully recognised that she was now quite definitely into her mid-thirties. Physically, it was all downhill from here.

Her hands slid down still further. Her mother constantly irritated her by referring to her "child-bearing hips," although she again reflected on her age and realised that that was ever more unlikely to become a reality. She ran her eyes over her stretch marks, a subtle spider web of cream across the pale coffee of her skin. Her hands slipped round and down over the full curve of her arse, her body rotating so she could examine it in the mirror. Looking over her shoulder, she winced a little as she saw herself. It was probably her least favourite feature, such that even John's endless compliments and kisses, reassuring pats and hungry gropes had never been enough to let her truly accept it. She juggled both fleshy cheeks in her hands, sighed heavily and turned back round.

At least she had her legs, she thought, stretching them out as she sat down on the edge of her bed. She was a keen runner, hitting the road for at least an hour or two every few days, and the dance class she'd recently taken up had further toned her already long, shapely pins. As she fastened her suspender belt round her waist, she smiled as she recalled the first time John had lain next to her on this bed, spending what seemed like hours, caressing and kissing her legs, running his tongue all the way from her ankle to the narrow angle where leg met sex. Slowly rolling up her suspenders - her favourites, fine and sheer with an old-fashioned seam up the back – Caluna thought back to their second date, when she'd worn this same pair. It was an old-school rock and roll night, so she'd dressed up in a 1950s dress, red with a big flared skirt and a petticoat underneath. John had gone wild when he realised what was underneath. When they danced, he kept rubbing her legs through the layers of material, entwining his fingers in her suspenders which forced her to continually smooth the fabric out again to conceal his actions. When they sat, he surreptitiously slipped his hand under the skirt to brush the tips of his fingers against the soft skin where her stockings ended.

Her mind wandered still further, remembering the way he had let his fingers wander still higher, first tentatively brushing against the soft hair that strayed out of her knickers then, as he grew more daring, pressing against the fabric itself, pushing insistently, feeling her wetness seeping through, rubbing her clit forcefully through the delicate lace. Suddenly Caluna glimpsed herself in the mirror and was almost shocked to see two fingers spreading the dark, hairy slit of her pussy open, exposing her glistening pink lips and rubbing gently down the side of her clit. She gasped and snapped her legs together. She looked at the clock and hurried to get ready.

She nimbly clipped her suspenders into place and slid into a tiny black silk thong, noting with some excitement how it clung to the sticky folds of her pussy. Caluna had little need of a bra at the best of times and on this night, in this outfit, she wasn't going to wear one. She wriggled into the very slinkiest dress in her wardrobe. It was very short, just barely covering her arse, leaving a couple of inches of her suspenders in plain view. It embraced and enhanced her curves, but with its long sleeves and high neckline it teasingly concealed her flesh. The only skin it exposed was in the daring diamond slashed into the back, which started at the base of her neck and ended just about her suspender belt. She adjusted it now, to ensure that her underwear was indeed out of sight. Tonight she was a ho, sure enough, but at least she was a high class one.

She took one last look in the mirror. Her perky nipples were visible, and she smoothed her palms over them, enjoying the feeling of the soft velvety fabric. She adjusted the hem of the skirt, making sure it was even, and called a taxi. She still felt uneasy, and she began to fret again about how she would deal with John. At least she looked OK. She pulled on a ridiculously ostentatious three-quarter length faux fur coat that completed the look and went out to meet the cab.

As she arrived at the club, Caluna's nerves were starting to get the better of her. John had been unbearable after they split. Bitchy emails and text messages, a few tearful late night phone calls and on the couple of times they'd met in person, a look in his eyes and venom in his words that had made her feel like a monster. She knew she wasn't. In the months and years to come, she hoped he'd realise that it had been the right decision. She didn't love him and, no matter how much he loved her, that was never going to change. He seemed to think it could. He thought he could persuade her to change her mind. He thought it was unfair that he'd given so much and she had nothing to give back. In his mind, loving him was a conscious act of will, not an unconscious stirring in the heart. She liked him, she really did, but nothing was going to change how she felt. He was just too much effort. His reaction to the split had only confirmed her decision as the correct one. Would he be the same kind of emotional wreck tonight? He could be so damn self-absorbed. Would he ruin Anna's night just to make a point about her supposed cruelty and selfishness? Caluna took a deep breath and walked in.

She tried not to look for him at first. Instead, she kept her head down, her hair covering her face. Anna bounded up to her.

"Caluna!" she cried out. She was already pretty drunk and threw her arms round her friend, seemingly as much for support as out of affection. "I'm so glad you came! Come and get some champagne!" Anna giggled and took Caluna's arm.

Caluna mustered a wan half-smile as she approached the first of the two tables dedicated to the party. A few vague acquaintances waved in half-recognition but around this table was a group of people she didn't really know at all. Anna introduced them all as friends and colleagues and relatives, but Caluna wasn't listening. She slid quietly into one of two empty seats and glanced over at the other table. There she saw John, surrounded by all the people she knew here.

"Champagne!" cried Anna, forcing a glass into Caluna's trembling hand.

"Oh, thanks," she replied. She bit her lip as she glanced over at John again. Anna bounced down on to the seat beside her and leaned into her ear.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," she whispered. "He seems fine. And if he starts any of his shit, you know you were my friend first. I've got your back." Caluna felt a pang of guilt. She didn't want Anna worrying. But then, she wasn't the one who was liable to start any shit. Oh for fuck's sake, why did he even come? What was he trying to prove?

Caluna slipped her coat off and slung it over the back of her chair. Across the table, she could see Anna's brother's eyes wander from her face to her protruding nipples. She shyly sipped her drink. The thought of pulling him tonight and making it clear where she stood crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. That would be petty – the kind of stunt John might pull – and besides, it was Anna's baby brother! She gulped down another mouthful of champagne and turned to try and make small talk with...was this Anna's cousin? Her workmate? Oh, who cares. Just anything to stop her constantly looking over to study John's behaviour.

As she turned though, she heard a familiar voice behind her. This was going to be a difficult moment.

"Anna, my love! How's your night going, you sexy little minx?" Anna squealed as John threw his arms round her and hugged her tightly. "Here," he said. "Have some more fucking champagne! This is meant to be a party, damnit!" He laughed loudly and clinked glasses.

Caluna tensed up. Had he even noticed her coming in? Was he going to try and talk to her? She couldn't bear this. She started to consider how long she would have to stay before she could slip away without seeming rude. At that, she smelled his hot, smoke-and-champagne breath on her cheek.

"Hey you."

"Oh...um, hi. Uh, how are you doing?"

She looked up at him. He'd clearly made a bit of an effort with his outfit tonight too. He was clad in an oversized black suit with a very fine pinstripe, a purple shirt with the top couple of buttons undone, showing off his smooth pale skin and the sweep of thick dark hair that appeared like a shadow between his pecs. On his head was a broad-brimmed black fedora with a tuft of purple feathers inserted into the band and, even though the club was very dimly lit, he wore shades. She couldn't help thinking it. He looked fucking hot.

"I'm fucking fantastic," he replied, grinning maniacally. "I've got champagne, I'm surrounded by a bunch of hot girls in skimpy clothes, I'm with some of my best friends and the music is great in here. How about you?"

"Oh," she mumbled, slightly taken aback by his overwhelming cheeriness. "I'm OK. I only just got here. I have champagne too!" She realised how ridiculous she sounded as she held up her glass, but she was suddenly lost for words. John clinked his own glass against hers, a little too hard. He'd obviously had quite a bit to drink already.

"Doesn't Anna look amazing?" he continued. "That girl has legs to die for." Caluna bristled slightly. What about her legs?

"Yeah, she's very pretty. She probably ought to slow down on the champagne though. She's going to end up getting very messy if she carries on at this rate." Caluna knew John worried terribly about his female friends when they had too much to drink, and was trying to steer the conversation in a direction she could handle more comfortably.

"Ah, she'll be fine," John shrugged. "She's amongst friends."

"Hmmm..." Caluna was really struggling. She had expected this moment to be awkward, but she hadn't expected to be the only one to feel it. On the one hand, she was glad there was no malice or bitterness from John, but she felt strangely hurt that he his emotional state had taken such a spectacular turn in just a few weeks. There was a pause.

"Hey," he said, placing a finger on her chin and turning her head to face his. His face was inches away from hers and she flinched slightly as she thought he was about to kiss her. "You still have the best fucking legs in this place."

Caluna smiled slightly then turned her eyes away. That had been exactly what she needed to hear. He really knew how to give a compliment.

"Your nipples look great too. Doing without a bra are you, you little slut?" John grinned, grabbed a bottle of champagne from the table and walked away. Caluna followed him with her eyes. He returned to the other table and began topping up everyone's glasses. She felt a surge of utterly unexpected jealousy. Why was he leaving her now?

Her eyes were fixed on him now. She recalled the night they had met. That had been Shona's birthday party, and at first she'd thought him a brute. He had been loud and brash and gesticulating wildly. Caluna had just assumed she was another of Shona's hyper-masculine friends, another of the silverback beasts that formed a strange kind of harem around her. As the night had progressed though, and she had a chance to talk to him privately, another side had emerged. The garrulous, demonstrative display was just a front, hiding a shy, self-conscious, sensitive soul. He had been sweet and funny and charming, wittily self-deprecating and cheekily flirtatious. She had been totally taken with him and had ended the night kissing him passionately at her front door after he walked her home. All those qualities had continued and she had thoroughly enjoyed getting to know him. But as time went on, she forced herself now to remember, wittily self-deprecating had become drearily self-conscious and cheekily flirtatious had become needy and defensive. The bad qualities had quickly come to outweigh the good and that was why she had to finish things.

Tonight though, his fragile, frightened interior was extremely well hidden. He was back to being the life and soul of the party, flirting outrageously with all the scantily clad women around both tables and delivering enthusiastic high-fives to his fellow pimps. Caluna gritted her teeth. She mentally slapped herself for the ridiculous thoughts crossing her mind, but she couldn't help feeling like he should still be miserable at losing her and that she should still be the only one getting his compliments, his attention and his affection.

Idle chat with various acquaintances of Anna's followed, and by the time she started her third glass of fizz Caluna had started to relax and enjoy herself. John had been drifting around talking to everyone, but she'd managed to subtly steer clear of any more difficult conversations. Still, her eyes kept flicking back to him involuntarily. He had his arms draped around two of Anna's colleagues, a glass of champagne in each hand, and judging by their girlish giggles, Caluna knew he was turning on the charm. She tried to explain to herself that at a "pimps and hos" party, it shouldn't be a surprise to see a guy getting into character and portraying the alpha male player with some of the slutty-looking girls, but it was still painful to watch. She knew what he was like once he got going, and she knew what the reaction of the women he was talking to now meant. He could have his pick – maybe even have both – and she would be going home alone. They weren't even all that hot! What was he doing? Why didn't he want her anymore?

Taking a deep breath, Caluna reminded herself that it had been her decision to end things. This jealousy was nothing more than the irrational surfacing of abandoned emotions, brought on by a stressful situation. Her decision had been rational and reasoned. She had liked him. She still did. But she didn't love him and she never would. That was what mattered. Not how fucking sexy he was tonight.

There was a dance floor upstairs and presently the group progressed towards it. Unsurprisingly, John was the first one moving. He loved to dance, to almost any kind of music. In here, it was mostly pretty cheesy party tunes and he was busting appropriately silly moves. All the girls in Anna's group had their turn dancing with him and he was grinding up against a few of the other women in the place too. Caluna watched from the edge of the room, concealing her growing torment behind another glass of champagne. She had always loved dancing with him. Even when he was goofing around like tonight, he was a great mover. She hated that cliché about "dancing like nobody's watching" but that's exactly what he did. It was incredibly attractive. He had such enthusiasm, great rhythm and hips that moved more like those of a woman. Caluna recalled another cliché about the way someone dances reflecting the way they fuck and it was true with John. She guessed that all the attention he was getting tonight meant the other women here wanted to find that out for themselves.

Finally, she couldn't take it. Inside, she knew it was crazy. She didn't want him back but she couldn't bear to see anyone else with him. It seemed so unfair that he was so happy and confident while she was so self-conscious and shaky. She saw him alone for a second and, seeing her opportunity, she strode on to the dance floor determined to stake her claim to his attention.




Needs



As she shimmied up to him, John seemed not even to notice her. She couldn't see his eyes behind his shades and she could only hope he was watching her as she began to shake her hips and roll her shoulders. She felt like a lap dancer trying to impress a client and was a little ashamed of it, but she had an urgent need to have him want her again.

At last she caught his eye. He lowered his head and looked over the top of his shades to smile seductively at her. She shivered inside. It was a look of superiority, a slight arrogance, of a man who had proved a point. He began to move his own hips in time with hers, just the way he did when they slept together. He didn't speak and still seemed to be looking right past her, but his body was in perfect synchronisation with hers. Slowly and subtly he shifted around her until her back was against the wall and he seemed to surround her. He leaned in towards her and whispered in her ear.

"You're a really fucking sexy ho, you know." Caluna gulped and bit her lip, writhing against the wall. Although he wasn't actually touching her at all, she felt him all over her body. The raw sexuality she had detected in him on their first meeting was now palpable and it caused her skin to tingle and her pussy to become wet.

"You always were a sexy little bitch, weren't you?" he continued, his hips inching closer to hers as he put his hands against the wall on either side of her head. "You love being the centre of attention like this, don't you? Every fucking guy in this place is checking you out, wondering if they could afford you." Caluna didn't believe a word of this, but hearing the words from John still turned her on. Her nipples felt as though they would rip right through her dress. "I mean it," he said, sensing her disbelief. "And a whore like you would probably fuck them all if they were willing to pay the price." Caluna's head span. John's sexy but slightly abusive tone and attitude confused her. Was he trying to insult her or compliment her? Was he really calling her a cheap slut or was he acting out some kind of strange role-play? "But the only person you're fucking tonight is your pimp."

Caluna snapped out of her daze and shook her head. "No," she said. "It's over, John. Let's not do anything stupid." John laughed and pressed up a little closer to her. She wriggled, ostensibly trying to escape from his tight enclosure but somehow ending up grinding herself against him.

"Don't worry," he smiled. "Nothing's going to happen that you don't want." He grinned and stepped back. He pulled his shades down his nose a little and winked at her, then span on his heels and walked away.

Caluna leaned back against the wall and tried to settle her breathing, which had become rapid and shallow. She scanned the room and noticed that one or two guys actually were checking her out. She supposed that anyone in a skirt as short as hers would get a bit of attention. Other guys didn't matter though. All she needed was to make sense of things with John.

As she made her way to the bar, she glanced around to find him but he had disappeared. She wondered if he was in the restroom or in the bar downstairs. Maybe he'd gone home. Maybe he'd finally snapped, his confident front had fallen and he'd left in tears to masturbate over her memory. No, she thought. No chance. It really seemed like he'd changed. He didn't need her any more. But right now, she needed him. Sadly, she imagined him somewhere else in the club making some other girl feel the same thrill of overwhelming potency and power she had just felt. Tears began to well in her eyes and she hurried to the bathroom.

She sheltered in the stall for quite a while and after touching up her make-up she emerged at last to find that most of the party had already disbanded and headed home. In fact, apart from two anonymous colleagues of Anna's who were locked in a clinch in the corner, the only person she recognised was John. He was at the bar with his back to her and Caluna felt drawn towards him.

The barmaid handed him a drink just as Caluna reached him. "And whatever she's having," he said, without even acknowledging her presence.

"No thanks," said Caluna, looking up at him. "I think I'm going to go home. It's been a long night."

"Cool," replied John, finally turning to face her. "Go and grab your coat. I'll finish my drink and we can split a taxi home." His earlier tone had softened. He seemed to have sensed her mood and had reverted to the generous gentleman she'd discovered back when they first met.

"I don't know, John..." Caluna's voice trailed off. She needed to be clear that things hadn't changed between them, but she couldn't quite find the words.

"Look," he said firmly. "I told you before; nothing is going to happen that you don't want. We're both short of cash and I stay two minutes from your place. Let's share a taxi and pretend we can be grown-ups about things." There was another subtle change to the tone of his voice. He was still caring, but was now a lot more commanding too. She nodded submissively and went to retrieve her coat.

In the taxi, the conversation was generic. How was work, what happened about that problem with the plumbing in the flat, did you see how much champagne Anna got through. John had removed his shades and replaced them with his usual glasses and Caluna felt much more relaxed. She liked his eyes. Their colour was indeterminate – sometimes they looked grey, sometimes brown and tonight they looked a dark mossy green. John used to joke that they were "mood eyes" like the mood rings that teenage girls always seem to own. Caluna silently mused on what mood green might indicate. She thought she had known John very well, but tonight he seemed utterly inscrutable.

The taxi stopped at the end of Caluna's driveway. John handed the driver some money, waving away Caluna's offered contribution, then hopped out on to the pavement to hold the door open for her. He extended his hand to help Caluna out and without thinking about it, she held his hand and squeezed it tight. John shut the cab door behind her and led her up the drive.

At the door, Caluna leaned against the wall and extricated her fingers from his. She took a deep breath and began to speak.

"John, I..."

"Don't say anything," he interrupted. "I know what you're going to say. You don't love me and you never will." He looked sad and Caluna suddenly felt monstrous again.

"I'm sorry, John. I really am."

"Don't be." He smiled, though his pain was still visible in his eyes. "I've dealt with it. I'm OK, honestly."

"Really?" Caluna was unconvinced.

"Yeah," nodded John. "It's fine." He looked her up and down, and, looking at his eyes, Caluna at last felt the appreciation and love she'd been seeking from him all night.

Caluna held out her arms and pulled him in for a tight hug. She nuzzled her head into his neck and whispered "thank you" into his ear. She could feel him smile and then felt a soft kiss on her head. She looked up at him and suddenly they were kissing passionately.

John's hands and mouth were all over her. She felt him kissing and biting her neck and ears. His hands run inside her coat and his nails trailed up the naked skin of her back. Her dress started to ride up and the cold night air made her arse tingle as his hands landed there too. His slid his fingers nimbly inside her tiny thong and reached for her pussy. Caluna sharply pulled away from him and slapped his hand away.

"No, John!" It was madness. She knew she couldn't do this. John smirked at her, then lifted his hand to his mouth and seductively licked his fingers.

"I told nothing would happen that you didn't want," he said. His cocky, commanding tone had returned. "And you're fucking wet. You know you DO want this."

Caluna couldn't deny it. A few seconds of kissing combined with a whole evening of watching him and thinking about him and feeling him close to her had indeed got her pussy dripping wet.

"I'm not stupid," John continued. "I know you dressed like this for me." Caluna looked at the ground. He had always seemed to know her mind better than she knew it herself. "You wanted me to want you tonight. And I know you want me too."

Caluna shook her head slightly, but she knew it was pointless. He had her worked out. He's known all night, she thought.

John lifted her chin and kissed her softly, then crouched down and eased her thong down and off. He stood up, held them to his nose for a moment, then slipped them into his back pocket. Caluna just froze as the night breeze sent electric shivers through her pussy. She was getting wetter and wetter and now she had no way to hide it.

"Take off your coat," demanded John. Caluna clutched her lapels and pulled the fur tightly around her.

"No, John." She tried to be firm, but her voice wavered. She was close to tears. The whole situation was completely out of control now.

"Either take it off or I'll have to take it off for you." John's tone was now slightly frightening but his insistent, urgent command only made Caluna wetter. Still she shook her head. "Caluna," said John, softly. "I know you want this. I know you want me. Take off the coat."

With that, he prised her fingers away from her lapels and she let her hands fall by her sides as he slid the coat over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Caluna shivered. John took her hands and pushed them up over her head, pinning them against the wall behind her. Holding her in place with one hand on both wrists, he reached down and dragged one finger up her wet slit, from hole to clit. Caluna shook and a tiny gasp escaped her lips.

"See? You really want me, don't you?" Caluna knew the question was rhetorical, but she nodded nervously anyway.

John released her hands, but she kept them in place as he reached down and pulled her dress up and over her head. An overwhelming thrill flowed through Caluna's body as she stood before him, naked but for her stockings and suspender belt. The cold night swirled around her. Champagne fizzed in her blood and her brain and she stood motionless, awaiting John's next move.

He quickly unzipped his fly and his cock instantly sprang into view. Caluna thought she had never seen him so hard. Her eyes were glued to it as he encircled it with his finger and thumb and slowly pulled back his foreskin, exposing his dark pink, shiny head. In the orange glow of the streetlights, she could see thick veins pulsing around the length and for a moment she completely forgot her own nakedness, focussing only on John's cock and how much she needed to feel him inside her.

John stepped towards her and kissed her hard. Caluna was too startled to move. She felt the tip of his dick brush against her clit and she shuddered wildly as pleasure surged through her body. Moments later she found herself facing the wall. John's hand pushed down on her back and she bent over, pushing her arse out to meet his other hand. Caluna propped herself against the wall with her forearms, and her elbows were quickly rubbed raw by the brickwork as John mauled her arse.

"I fucking love this," he hissed, and Caluna whimpered her approval. Now she felt his finger pushing against her sopping wet hole. "Your cunt feels so good. You want my big hard cock inside you, don't you?"

John knew the answer, but Caluna moaned her agreement anyway. She had tried to resist, she told herself, but this was too much. She couldn't refuse.

John pressed the tip of his cock against her hole and paused. Caluna groaned loudly. The teasing was too much. She needed to feel him deep inside her. She needed to know how much he needed her. After what seemed an age, he finally gave her what she needed and she cried out in ecstasy as he filled her.

With her face and arms rubbing against the wall, Caluna rocked her hips rapidly. As she knew he would, John quickly matched her rhythm and his cock began to rip into her ferociously. He had never fucked her with this kind of intensity before. Her head span as she felt his hardness power deep inside her, fucking her very soul.

John slapped Caluna's arse with delight. She normally hated this, but the whole experience was such a blur of alcohol and pleasure and confusion that she welcomed it. The blend of pain and pleasure was mind-blowing and she shook violently. Guttural and unworldly noises emanated from her mouth as she came over and over again. Behind her, John grunted and bucked his hips harder and harder.

"You want me to come inside you?" he asked breathlessly.

"Yes! Oh fuck yes!"

Caluna winced as she felt John's flood her sex, coming deep inside her in spurt after spurt after spurt. It didn't seem to ever stop. At long last, his thrusts slowed and finally stopped. He gently withdrew from her and by the time she turned to face him again, he had already tucked himself back in and was pulling up his zip. Tears began to roll down her hot, flushed face. John pulled her to him and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

"I love you," he whispered. Caluna nodded sadly. "I needed this."

Caluna nodded. John released her for a moment, then picked up her coat and placed it around her shoulders. At last she spoke.

"I think we both needed this." John smiled. Caluna brushed away a tear and pulled her keys from her coat pocket.

"Stay with me," she said. John hesitated.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Nothing's going to happen tonight that I don't want." Caluna smiled warmly at him. John kissed her softly on the forehead and on the lips and brushed away a tear from her cheek.

"No," he said, smiling back at her. "But that's not what you need." And with that, he made a last adjustment to his belt and walked away.



Needs



"How was New York?" Lauren asked as Adam settled back on her couch, slipping off his shoes. She already felt the tension between them but feigned interest in his trip to cover it.

Adam shrugged, stiff. "Not too bad, I stayed in the office for the most part."

Lauren tucked her legs underneath her. She and Adam had mutually separated and ended their relationship when his work became too much of a strain on them. The break up was punctuated by an offer from his office to spend six months in New York working on a project. He'd taken it easily with nothing to keep him in Tennessee. 

He'd gotten home two weeks ago and Lauren was surprised to see him calling her cell phone yesterday. He wanted to catch up and see her. She listened for any hint in his voice, that perhaps he wanted to get back together, that maybe he had a new girlfriend and he wanted to tell her before she found out other ways, any clue that would prepare her to see him.

She hadn't been able to figure it out, feeling uncomfortable when he arrived at her apartment, a mix of excitement and the attempt to quell it.

"Did you have any fun while you were there?" she asked with a smile, teasing, trying only to talk like his friend would.

He winked at her and she blushed. She hadn't meant it like that.

Adam looked around her apartment, seeing if it'd changed. He felt strange to be in here again, pretending they were just friends... He knew for a fact that they were more than that and he knew she was dying to figure out why he'd wanted to come over.

Adam chuckled. "Not really... nothing was quite to my taste."

Lauren blushed again, looking away. It made Adam smile. He could tell she was trying to distance herself and not be reminded of how their relationship used to be. 

"You know how particular I am," Adam winked at her.

Lauren rolled her eyes. "You're a very hard man to please."

Adam remembered the last time he'd slept with her. He'd fucked her hard and she'd taken it, wanting more. He remembered the feel of her skin on his and the way her breath felt on his neck.

Adam's smile fell thinking about it, his voice getting quiet. "You never had trouble pleasing me..."

His voice reached a part of her that hadn't been touched for months. She froze. His eyes grew dark and she looked away, trying to keep her composure. Her blush reached down to her toes. 

Adam sat up, leaning closer to her, causing her breath to go shallow. She could almost feel his breathing in the air around her. She wanted to jump up and get away from him. She wanted to distance herself and rationalize that he'd just gotten home and this wasn't logical. But she didn't move. Her brain had been taken over by the simple thought: 'how far will this go?' 

He touched her knee and she looked down, suddenly grounded, her breath quickening and her pulse beating in her throat. His hands were rough and warm. As she looked at them, she could almost feel them touching the rest of her body like they'd done months ago. Her skin began to ache.

"It may have been months, but I still remember how to please you," he whispered. It sounded like a promise.

When she looked up, his dark eyes were closer than they were a second ago. Her breath hitched in her throat. 

He eyed her lips and wondered how long it would take to make her beg him to kiss her. He would wait until she begged, until she couldn't go along with his lead anymore, until she had to act.

His hand found its way to the top of her thigh, where her hand was resting, as he leaned over her. She closed her eyes and felt his breath on her ear, his lips on her neck, teasing her skin.

Adam smirked. "Tell me to stop and I will..."

As she opened her eyes, her hands were behind his head, fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him to kiss her. He grinned as he leaned in, victorious.

She kissed him with urgency, letting her tension melt away. His arms slid around her, pulling her closer, his hard body colliding with hers, fingers gripping hard, the way she liked, the way she missed.

In an instant, he pulled her to her feet, lips still locked and her hands behind his neck. 

He half dragged her to her bedroom, a place he'd yearned for since he stepped foot into her apartment. 

Adam pushed her onto the bed roughly, his eyes dark and his chest hard. This was what he wanted. This was like it was. As she caught herself, he was on her, pushing her body down, dominating over her. She closed her eyes in memory of the feeling.

She urged him to kiss her harder, pulling his already forceful body closer. She relished it. He needed it.

He didn't want a woman who would lay underneath him, who would let him do whatever he wanted but just lay there, pathetic.

He missed Lauren. She, who pushed for him to kiss her harder, for him to overpower her as she trusted him, as she pushed back against him and encouraged him to be rough. 

He wanted her fingers pulling at his hair, her nails against his chest, her lips on his neck.

He pushed her down, his hand tightened around her wrists and she felt bruises form. She didn't care. It felt delicious. Her hands were pinned in one of his behind her back, underneath her, his lips on her neck.

They fell into a rhythm they'd known so well. He knew exactly what she wanted and how much he could do with her. There was no guesswork. He didn't have to hint at what he liked or ask her to do it, she already knew.

Relief and familiarity filled her as he held her down. Although they'd been apart, she trusted him. He knew her limits, what was okay and what wasn't. He knew what she liked and how to make it better.

As she arched against him, he pushed her down with his chest, keeping her still and in place. If she tried to kiss him, he'd turn away and then continue his assault on her neck. She could feel him grinning. 

He kissed her as her quick pulse and heavy breathing fueled his testosterone, raging him on. He moved down her neck to her shoulders, nuzzling and then biting, making her arch against him, demanding more.

Lauren had been with different men, but none like Adam. Before, she'd had two types of lovers: one, who would be gentle and kind, stare into her eyes as they made love, who'd keep asking her if it was okay or if she wanted to do something else, one who would stifle her and make her want to kick them in the balls and out of her bed. The other, one who would get to the point, take what he wanted, and leave her unsatisfied and annoyed.

Not Adam.

Adam was rough, always bringing her to the border of pleasure and pain. He liked the way her muscles relaxed in pleasure but then tensed when he would pull her hair back or grip her hard. He was in control and he liked making her feel it. 

He pulled her up, ripping her shirt off of her as she did the same to his shirt and he unbuttoned his jeans as she undid his belt.

Oftentimes, if her hands were free, hers would come to cover his, squeezing his, silently urging him to grip her harder, letting him know that wasn't enough yet. He would happily oblige, spinning her around and pushing her onto the bed, daring her to ask him for more again.

But this wasn't about the pain, it was indeed forcing her to walk the line with him. He wanted her to beg him to be rough, rather than to ask him to stop. Her breathlessness in his ear urged him to continue.

If he succumbed in a moment of pleasure and softened, he'd find her hands behind him, pulling him roughly, or a stern look from her eyes to not back down.

In those moments, he'd grin devilishly and always think that he'd created a monster, but he loved it.

Like he, she always ended pleased, feeling both bruised and satisfied. He'd tumbled down beside her, out of breath and sweating. 

Her eyes were glazed, her chest catching its breath as she looked up at the ceiling, stunned and surprised at what just happened, a slight smile on her lips. She didn't care if he'd just called her to hook up. It was worth it.

Adam chuckled. "I don't know why I didn't fly you up to New York to visit."

Lauren laughed. "You should've, huh?"

Adam smiled. "I needed this. If I reschedule my last meeting tomorrow, can I come over again?"

Lauren thought about it. "This meeting... is it just one?"

Adam knew what she was really asking. He shrugged. 

"Maybe just one... but I have a feeling I'll leaving work early now that I'm back... we'll see what happens," he winked.



Needs and Wants



As Jane's fingers slid down Bill's bare chest and toward his hard cock she thought, "Whenever I see him at a family get-together from now on I'll be picturing him naked."

She'd been combing her long, red, damp hair out before it dried and became unmanageable. She'd been in the shower longer than she'd planned, but the luxurious hotel bath soaps, the hot water, and the chance to give herself a long overdue orgasm were the perfect combination for some extra attention. The caress of the soft hotel bathrobe she now wore against her warm skin was putting her in the mood to chuck breakfast with the family and just fuck herself in bed for another hour.

The knock at the door spoiled that idea. She debated not leaving the maid a tip. She looked through the peephole and saw not a maid but her cousin, and one of her best friends from childhood, Bill. He was rubbing his eyes.

She opened the door. She was surprised to see him in wet swim trunks, flip-flop sandals, and a T-shirt that clung here and there to his wet, strong torso.

"Hey, Bill, are you all right?"

"No. Sorry to get you out of the shower or whatever, but do you have any Visine or saline solution? I got in the pool for a morning swim and forgot to take out my contacts. My eyes are on fire."

"Yeah, come on in." She guided him to the bathroom as the door swung shut behind them.

"I thought I brought some," he said as she handed him her bottle of saline solution. "I grabbed the extra bottle of the damn cleaning solution instead. I'm just glad I didn't put that in my eyes. It'd be twice as bad."

"Are you going to be all right? Do you need me to get Sharon?"

He dripped saline solution into his eyes and sighed in relief. "No, it's not that bad. And Sharon's not here anyway."

"Did she have to work?"

"No," he said as some of the saline trickled down his face and he sighed again. "She just didn't come. She filed for divorce three months ago."

Jane stumbled back into the bathroom door. "What? Why?"

"She was done. She looked at me across the kitchen counter as I was eating breakfast and told me she was done."

Jane was stunned. Bill and Sharon had what appeared to be a great marriage -- two doctors who met during their clinicals and went on to have a gorgeous home, two gorgeous kids, and gorgeous Christmas photos every year.

"But why?" Jane asked.

"She said her dream was always to work for the Red Cross, working in poor neighborhoods or a Brazilian favela or something. She said she never saw herself as a soccer mom in the suburbs baking Christmas cookies for neighbors she didn't give a shit about." 

Jane looked at the floor for a moment. "What did you say?"

"I said okay."

She almost stumbled back into the door again. "That's it?"

He sat back against the edge of the sink. "No. I also told her I knew about the ER doctor she was screwing."

"She cheated on you?"

"For months. I found some e-mails."

"And you never said anything?"

"We weren't happy, Jane. We hadn't been happy in months. I can't remember the last time we had sex. It had been so long since I'd seen her happy that when she started to cheer up, and I learned why, I didn't want to spoil it. It was nice to have a happy house for a little bit."

"Well she's stupid," Jane said. "I always thought you were a great catch. I understand her wanting to pursue her dream. I can relate to that, but to ditch you like that...You're a hunky doctor, Bill! What's she thinking?" 

He looked around and then took a deep breath. "Is that why Greg isn't here?"

"No, he had to catch up on a lot of work. They have a big trade show next week."

"You said you could relate to Sharon wanting to pursue her dream. Is Greg not letting you do that?"

She sighed as she walked out of the bathroom. She was thirsty, but she didn't want to get a drink from the bathroom sink. It would run the risk of having to look him in the eyes.

"He never really forbid me to do something," she said. "But he never encouraged me either. He discouraged me, actually. He liked things his way. Everything had to be just so, and part of that was me being the Harriett Nelson housewife. His opinion was the only one that mattered. He wouldn't tell me to shut up or anything like that, but he'd shoot down all my ideas as silly or frivolous."

He shuffled out of the bathroom, almost dizzy with disbelief. "But you two seemed so happy all the time."

"He was happy. I was going through the motions because it's what was expected."

He smiled. "You were going through the motions. You're not now?"

She shook her head. "Not anymore. I wanted to take some of my poetry to an open mic night at a coffee shop. He said 'Are you sure? They'll have real poets there, and what if people don't like your poems? I don't want you to be embarrassed.'" She snarled at the memory. "That was it. I told him I was sick of his controlling attitude and for always putting me down. I told him I was doing what I wanted. I wasn't going to live my life unhappy while he was doing whatever he liked and for all I know fucking someone else at a trade show."

"How did he take it?"

"You'd think I'd hit him with a rolling pin. He was speechless. I'd never put my foot down like that. I went to the poetry night and had a blast. I told him I wanted time away from him as soon as I got home. He asked to work it out. I asked him how things would change, what would he do to make it work. He didn't say anything. He just stood there and for once couldn't think of a way to cut down what I wanted and turn it to his advantage. I've stayed at our lake house ever since that night."

"And the kids?"

"We've worked out a schedule to get them to school and we split the weeks up with who stays where. They're not happy about it, but they knew I was unhappy."

"They always know."

They looked at the floor.

"Quite a pair, aren't we?" Bill said.

"If we weren't cousins, we'd be a perfect match."

He laughed. "If only. Remember when my brother caught us making out at Aunt Betty's party?"

She blushed. "I couldn't believe he only made us pay him twenty dollars for not telling. I would've paid a hundred."

"We were only sixteen. He knew we couldn't get more."

They looked at the floor.

"You'd better get back to the kids," Jane said.

"They're okay. They're attacking the breakfast buffet." He put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

She took the offer and hugged him. "Yeah. I'm fine. I guess. You?"

He rested his chin atop her head. "I guess."

It happened when they broke the embrace. The physics, the movements, the static electricity -- all were in perfect order to make Jane's robe fall open as she backed away.

They froze as they looked at her naked body. Their eyes met -- both sharing panic and excitement. She snatched the robe shut, but he put his fingers into the top of the fold. His fingertips touched her collarbone.

"Leave it open," he said.

She dropped her hands. He pushed the robe to the floor. His hands moved over her shoulders and down her arms. He squeezed her hands.

"Greg's a fool."

"Get your clothes off," she said.

She sat on the edge of the bed while he stripped. She was stroking his thick cock before he'd finished kicking off his swim trunks. She kissed the base and jacked him as she swirled her tongue down to his balls. He swayed back a bit as she sucked his balls. She wanted all of him in her mouth and down her throat. She wanted to feel his strong body tense as he filled her cheeks with come.

He brushed her hair back so he could see her face under his cock. She reached around to grab his ass. She pushed him forward and into her mouth. She couldn't get all of him in, but she tried. She looked up to see his head tilted back. He squeezed her shoulders.

He pulled away. "Not yet," he said between fast breaths. "Let me return the favor."

He nudged her back until he was able to kneel before her. He put her legs over his shoulders and licked over her clit. She was already soaked. She'd been wet since her robe hit the floor. She came as soon as his fingers went into her. She cried out, not caring if anyone heard, not caring if their Aunt Betty or Bill's brother walked into the room at that moment, not caring what Greg was doing or anything else. All she wanted was fucked.

She was getting her wish. She didn't realize it at first. He'd crawled up her body and filled her pussy with his thick cock while she was still on her orgasm high. She felt her pussy wrapping around him as she came down from her first rush. The throb of him inside her pushed her back up again. The stucco ceiling became a kaleidoscope. Her legs around his back became two pythons. Her body did nothing but shake, quake, fuck, and come. 

"Give it to me," she said despite her dry mouth.

Sweat ran from his hairline to his jaw. He hadn't stopped slapping into her. "Where?"

She hooked his arm and rolled him onto his back. The change in angle ripped another orgasm from her. Her thighs clenched his hips and she flooded his cock with come. He huffed through his teeth and she felt his legs stiffen.

"Wait," she said as she slid off him and to the floor. She gulped down on his cock, having a moment to delight at the taste of herself on him before he roared. He blasted into her mouth as she jacked him with both hands. She swallowed two loads and there was still more. She wanted all of it. She wanted to walk around the reunion knowing her throat was coated with her cousin's come. She wanted the sense of empowerment it would bring. She wanted to be naughty. She needed to be naughty. 

Bill laughed as she licked the last few drops from her fingers. "I didn't know you were so wild," he said. "Thanks. I needed that."

"Me too," she said as she stood up. "But right now you probably need to check on your kids."

He sat up. "Yeah. I do." He smiled up at her. "But I gotta tell ya, I want more. I need more."

"So do I," she said. "It's been so long that I forgot how much I needed it."

"Greg didn't give you that?" He was stunned. "He really is a fool."

"He gave me sex when he felt like it and it wasn't for my benefit." She mussed his hair. "I need more, Bill."

"I'm happy to oblige."

"Good." She kissed him. "I'll meet you downstairs. Tonight we can work on our needs and wants. Like how I want you to fuck my ass."

His jaw dropped. "Greg's not a fool," he said. "He's a fucking idiot."



Needs and Wants: A Holiday Romance



Author's original note: I'm no longer a Literotica virgin! I had fun writing my first story, and I hope you enjoy it. I think this qualifies as a longer story, meant for more patient readers who appreciate character development. All characters in sexual situations are over 18. I look forward to your feedback!

Author's update: Thanks for the encouraging feedback and an extra special thanks to those who noted corrections. This is the same story, but with grammatical edits. All those errors were embarrassing, and even more so, how long it took me to submit my corrections. Do forgive me, for shortly after this submission, my life was derailed by an unexpected loss and everything was put on hold. But I'm picking up the pieces and even though it's no longer the holiday season, I just had to fix this submission before working on something new.

~Brandon's Winter Break~

I was relieved to finally be back after a long and tiring flight home from extended business abroad. I had been in Thailand, overseeing the production of new truck model that had already been in production here in the Midwest. Although glad for the adventure and experience of living in another culture, I still found myself longing for home.

Another company engineer, ten years my senior, was originally slated to take my position. In addition to the opportunity to live abroad for a year, the job was a major promotion with a decent pay upgrade. Further, the company provided for your living expenses in Thailand so you could maintain your home expenses while away. It was only for fiscal year 2015, during which time we were to work with local management during the transitional production period. There was always a lot of machinery and equipment that needed to be retooled for a new product line, and the company wanted to send over an engineer who already had experience with the specifications for the new model.

The original candidate was a family man, who backed out after the military coup this past spring. So who'd the company look to next? A bachelor like myself, of course, supposedly without home responsibilities. I accepted what sounded like an exciting opportunity.

I had a good translator and ended up fitting in pretty well with the Thailand work crew. Production had gotten off to a strong start, allowing me an entire month to go back home over the holidays. While it was rough to leave the warm Thailand weather for a harsh, Midwest winter, I was really looking forward to being back in my own house, spending Christmas with my family, and, most of all, being back with my dog, Sid.

My dog and house were being watched by a great friend's sister, Jolene. Jolie, she preferred. I was initially hesitant at the suggestion of having Jolie and her young daughter stay at my house. But it wasn't until May that the first engineer backed out, leaving me with less than a months' notice to make arrangements and be in Thailand for the new fiscal year. Otherwise, production would be delayed. It's true I didn't have a spouse and kids to worry about, but what of Sid? I knew he wouldn't be happy in Bangkok, where he'd spend most of his time ignored in a small, urban apartment.

I asked my great friend Tyler if he would take him, but he didn't think his cat would go for it. But he convinced me that his recently divorced little sister, now a single-mom, would make a great live-in dog sitter. Not only would Sid get all the attention he needed, Jolie could keep my house up. It would be a win-win situation. Her long and messy divorce was recently finalized. She was staying with their parents for now, but needed to back in the metro area to complete her college degree. She lived in the metro before to attend the university, but didn't complete her degree on account of getting married young and her husband's demanding career.

Apparently, she had become rather financially dependent on her spouse, but the divorce agreement provided a short opportunity for her to finish her education while receiving modest, time-limited alimony. Tyler told me she didn't yet have many resources for maintaining her own place, especially one in a good school district for her daughter, Macy. Tyler was convinced it'd be a mutually beneficial relationship -- I'd have a great dog-sitter for Sid, and it would allow Jolie to put her limited funds into savings instead of rent.

In most circumstances, I would've instantly rejected the idea -- but I was desperate for someone to take good care of Sid on such short notice and I completely trusted Tyler. He was one of my best friends. I knew he was raised by a great, fun-loving family, and that Jolie likely had his same trustworthy characteristics.

I actually met her once about five years ago when I went with Tyler to visit his family. They resided in a mid-sized town about two hours from our urban area. She hosted Tyler's family and me for dinner. Jolie was a very attractive and vivacious woman. Naturally thin and on the tall side, with light brown curly hair, huge green eyes, and dimples. She was a great conversationalist with a good sense of humor. She served a great lasagna followed by a homemade tiramisu, and the whole family raved about what a cook she had become -- apparently not one of her strong suits in college, they joked.

Her husband, Rick, was quite the opposite. Well, he was also attractive -- also tall, and with a classic, good boy look with blond hair and blue eyes. But Rick's personality was dull. He said little and scowled often. Me, and my naturally flirtatious personality, earned a particularly nasty scowl when I suggested that Jolie's lasagna was as befitting as herself. Had Rick not been such a prude, I would've definitely tried infiltrating Jolie and her now-ex for one of my polyamorous adventures.

As it turns out, Rick was pretty much a jealous and controlling asshole, according to Tyler, who apparently kept Jolie close-by and often accused her of affairs which he entirely imagined. I never had the occasion to meet her again. Although the divorce was messy, Tyler assured me that Rick was not a real threat. Jolie was doing well and had already made great strides in piecing together a new life as a single mother.

Nonetheless, I still had some qualms about letting someone stay in my house for a year, especially the thought of a single mother and young child in my bachelor's pad. It wasn't a typical bachelor's pad, if the stereotype of dumpster-dived furniture and a wall-to-wall mess was accurate. I owned my own three bedroom house, a newer model home filled with contemporary furniture from IKEA furniture and local art. The furniture was relatively cheap; the art was not. So, I wasn't embarrassed of my home, but rather worried about the destruction a kid could impose and also whether it was child safe. Tyler assured me that at age 7, Macy was well past the destructive stage and also wouldn't stick her fingers in uncovered electric sockets.

An additional concern was that women tended to become attached to me very quickly. I am an attractive man -- tall, reasonably fit, shoulder-length long dark hair, and piercing dark eyes. I dress very carefully to enhance my appearance, finding a careful medium between bad-boy and clean-cut. My tattoos were where business attire always kept them hidden and hair always kept back at work, where I often wore a dress shirt and tie paired with jeans and cowboy boots. On top of my good looks, I had a good career and nice house.

Ideal marriage material, I realized, but I had no interest in marriage or any long-term relationship. I once had one, of five years, and with a wonderful woman. But, it sucked me dry. Monogamy, as it turns out, wasn't my thing. And while I was absolutely committed to it while in that relationship, I was simply not satisfied and she was not interested in an open relationship.

Since then, I did my best not to get entangled with any woman looking for more. This stopped most second dates from even occurring, as I was brutally honest about my intentions and lifestyle. A couple others became stalker-like when they wouldn't accept that my constant NSA declarations were not just a phase and they had convinced themselves that they were the ones who could tame me. The last thing I needed was another obsessed lady friend, especially one with keys to my house. But Tyler assured me that Jolie was absolutely not interested in dating at this point in her life, having just left her marriage. And further, she's never been one of those clingy types of girls, he said.

So I invited Jolie over to discuss the possibility. She was as gorgeous as recalled. According to Tyler, her marriage had taken a toll. She had been looking worn thin but her brother just figured it was age. Then after the divorce, he said, her radiance came right back. I wasn't sure how old she was really, other than a little younger than Tyler -- which would put her in the early-to-mid 30s range.

I didn't flirt once, a conscious effort in light of my concerns and not wanting to send the wrong signal. Jolie was really chill, and her personality put many of my concerns at ease. I gave her a tour of my house. It was a spacious ranch with a basement. The kitchen, dining area, and living room were all open to each other. The master bedroom was behind the two-car garage, a large corner bedroom facing the backyard. The remaining two bedrooms were on the other side of the house, which functioned as guest room and an office. She admired my art and I encouraged her to attend the First Fridays Art Walk now that she'll be living in the Metro area. It was a newer event that probably wasn't around when she first lived in the area. She also asked very practical questions about the neighborhood and home maintenance that put me at ease.

Most importantly, Sid warmed up to her right away. She didn't mind him jumping up on her or his doggy kisses. She talked directly to Sid, like any dog lover should, and asked me the right questions about his routines and veterinary care. I noted that his full name was actually Sid Vicious, and she laughed, patted Sid on the head, and said, "You need to rethink your relationship with Nancy, buddy."

I offered her a year of free rent, in exchange for the best dog care ever and maintaining the house. Jolie accepted the offer, but with the caveat that she didn't have a green thumb for my plants. She could only guarantee a happy, healthy dog and well taken care of house. It was a deal, and I was also fortunate to relocate my houseplants to my friend Cody who could keep anything alive.

Jolie knew I would be back over the Christmas break and we agreed that we could share the space for that time. The rest of the year, Macy would be in my guest room and Jolie was using mine. Allowing her to use my bedroom was also a weird decision, but I was a tidy person and already had all my skeletons locked away in the closet since I normally employed a house keeper. There were some things I preferred to keep private and I certainly didn't need to be openly advertising my libertine lifestyle. But with these private details taken care of, the bedroom might as well be occupied in my absence. Jolie initially offered to rearrange my office to squeeze a twin bed in there, but the effort and expense didn't seem justified when my bedroom with its large king bed would be unoccupied.

As it turned out, Jolie arranged to spend most of winter break away. We would be co-residing for just a few days, while they both wrapped up their semesters at school. Then, Macy would be going to her dad's for the holidays, and Jolie planned to stay with her parents.

So far, the arrangement had worked great. Jolie and Macy have gotten along great with Sid, and if anything, he seems to be getting very spoiled. Jolie sends pics of them and Sid having fun together, often very amusing pictures such as Sid wearing a tutu while dancing with Macy. Jolie has also gotten very creative with Photoshop, apparently as a result of a graphics design course she's taking this semester. Apparently Sid has been to Paris, Tokyo, and the moon, while on a Sex Pistols reunion tour. I was happy that Sid was getting great care.

I knew it'd be a few days before I had my house to myself and truly back into my element. Still, I was looking forward to being back home, with Sid, and in my own bed. I also had at least one date lined up for the coming weekend, after Jolie and Macy would be away, and working on another. Finally on my doorstep after a cab ride home from the airport, I breathed a sigh of content as I turned my key and stepped inside. I was exceptionally tired and planned to crash instantly.

I was surprised to see things a bit messy, although certainly not a disaster. Still, Jolie gave me the impression that she was getting things in order for my return. I thought that would've included cleaning, but then again, I told myself, I'm kind of just a neat freak and there is a child living here at the moment.

There was a sink of dishes and Macy had art supplies spread out on the kitchen table. I opened the fridge to find a drink, and was pleased to see that the fridge was clean and well organized, and, further, that Jolie picked up some of the grocery items I requested. I grabbed a bottle of beer from the local brewery and took a nice long swig. Ahhh, the taste of home. There was no getting this local porter in Thailand. I then went through the living room, on my way to my bedroom to crash after my red-eye flight. Reading materials were strewn about the living room, and apparently Jolie was a knitting a very long scarf. Sid had a few toys out, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I opened my bedroom door, half expecting to find Sid, but was instead surprised to find quite a sight for my sore eyes. I hadn't turned on the lights, but the full moonlight beamed through the partially open blinds. Jolie was peacefully sleeping on my bed. She slept naked, as far as I could tell under the sheets, and she looked perfect. One long thin arm was stretched out as she slept on her belly, but slightly tilted to the side with one leg straight down and the other bent up to her chest. Her ass looked absolutely amazing - perfect round mounds under the sheets. Her sleeping face was turned towards mine, lips parted slightly, and I could hear the slow, steady rhythm of her sleeping breaths. I stood there mouth agape, with my beer in my hand, and also thinking, she said she'd be staying in Macy's room and that the bedroom would be all ready for me. What kind of game is she playing, sleeping here naked in my bed?, worried that she'd become one of those infatuated women.

Loud enough to wake her, but trying not to shock her, I proded, "Jolie?" I repeated myself, slightly louder each time. About the fourth time, her eyes drifted open and she stared straight at me. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she rolled onto her back, pulling the sheets up tighter.

"Brandon! I thought you were arriving around 5 tonight!" she went on, "I'm sorry, I must've misunderstood. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't still be here in your bed!"

She sat up, clutching the sheet up around her so I could now make out details of other parts of her body. The heavier blankets had apparently been tossed to the ground during the night, understandable as my room always stayed very warm in the winter. Her unmade-up face had a fresh, healthy look and her hair was a huge matty mess, cascading around her shoulders. Damn, why did I have to by 1,500 thread count sheets?, I thought, I could probably see more of her if she were under cheap sheets. And then, stop thinking like a walking hard-on.

"5 AM," I stammered, "but it's OK, don't worry about it."

With my free hand, I dug my phone out of my pocket and scrolled quickly through texts trying to find the one I sent her with my travel schedule. She wasn't messing with me -- I told her the wrong time.

"Oh shit!" I confessed, "I did say 5pm -- my bad!"

I looked back up at her, and noticed she seemed genuinely embarrassed to be caught naked in my bed under scant coverings. She obviously couldn't get up and leave my bed without further embarrassment.

"You know what," I responded, "I'll go get something to eat and you can go back to sleep. I'll crash on the couch for a while."

"No, no, I won't be able to fall back to sleep anyways. I'll get up and move my stuff out of here -- I'm sure you're exhausted from your travel!"

"Yeah, sure am. Long flight." I paused and realized I was still staring. God, I couldn't help it -- such a beautiful sight after more than a day in transit and 6 celibate months in Thailand. "Hey, where's Sid?"

"Oh, he's been sleeping with Macy every night," Jolie answered, "They usually get up around 8am."

That was sleeping in for Sid, who always woke me up at 7am. That little girl must really have him hooked.

"OK, well I'll just go grab a bite, and you just let me know when the bed's available, OK?"

"Yes, of course. Again, I'm so sorry! I'll be super quick about it. I just need a moment to change the sheets and get all my shit out of here" she said gesturing to a massive heap of clothes on the floor, "and, er, to get dressed." she said smiling sheepishly. No really, you don't have to, I mused.

I wandered back into the kitchen, now in different kind of daze. God, she was even more gorgeous than I remembered, and seemed to be in even better shape. She must be taking advantage of my gym equipment in the basement. I rifled through the fridge, again pleased to find it so well stocked. As I put together a turkey and swiss sandwich, I thought about how much I missed cheese while in Thailand. I also thought more about my correspondence with Jolie over the past few months.

Jolie mostly texted me, and hadn't been overbearing at all. She sent occasional updates on Sid - mostly just pics of him. Through these texts, I got to know more about her personality and gathered she was a rather adventurous and outgoing woman. She wanted to know where to find a beach that allowed dogs, for example. Later on, she noted that she'd been going to first Fridays, as I had suggested, and at the last one met Marc, the artist who painted the abstract nude hanging in my dining room. Jolie texted that he was, "gorgeous talented creepy. #notgivingmyrealname." I agreed with her assessment.

She also asked if she could use my bike after Macy got one for her birthday, explaining that she'd take good care of it and replace it if anything happened. I don't think she had any idea how much that bike really cost, but I thought it'd be pretentious to point that out so I simply told her where she could find the lock and key. Then she wondered if the bike cart thingy was for Sid, because he sat in it every time they went to go on a bike ride. Very observant, as it was Sid's. Then she asked if he needed a helmet. I said no assuming she was joking, but she sent me a link for dog helmets the next day. Turns out there was such a product, and dog riding goggles too. Jolie said purple would best complement his golden fur tones, but black looked more punk. What'd I think? Maybe she was actually serious, so I said I didn't think Sid would wear a helmet, but if she insisted, the helmet should be red to match my bike. She agreed that Sid wasn't the type of dog to wear a helmet since he liked to feel the wind blow through his fur. I think it was a joke. Anyhow, it gave me a much needed laugh since, as it turns out, humor doesn't translate well across cultures.

I was eating my sandwich and enjoying my beer, while still recollecting our recent correspondence when Jolie came into the kitchen. She was now clothed, but looking just as luscious. She was wearing silk blue-striped pajama pants, with a tight fitting tank top and apparently no bra. Jolie was of a thin, muscular build, with a smaller chest but noticeably perky nipples. She headed straight to the coffee maker, "Need something to help wake me up -- be outta your way in just a sec."




Needs and Wants: A Holiday Romance



"No problem."

She turned her back to me to prepare the coffee, and I noticed that she smoothed her long bed-head hair into a single braid down her back. I couldn't help but fantasize about having her down on all fours, her braid wrapped around my fist, as I fucked her from behind. I shook my head clear and tried to distract my thoughts, especially as I began to feel myself hardening. She glanced at me quickly, and gave me a sweet half smile, and then began to leave the kitchen.

"Hey --" I exclaimed, she looked back at me and I offered, "I'll bring it to you when it's done," in bed, I wish, "How do you like it - cream, sugar?" From the front, from behind?

"Thanks, just black," she smiled back at me and continued on her way.

I scrolled through some of the pics she had sent me of Sid as I finished my sandwich. She was only in a few with him, and looked radiant in each one. She had a natural beauty and you could tell she was comfortable in her skin as she was rarely made up. She had suggested I send some selfies for Sid. I love my dog, but I'm certain he's not smart enough for the abstract thinking required to appreciate pics on a cellphone. I sent a couple pics back anyways, perhaps for Jolie. I was kind of falling for her all along, but wouldn't let myself admit it.

The coffee was soon done brewing. When I walked into the bedroom with her coffee in one hand, and a fresh beer in my other, Jolie was working on changing the bed sheets -- on all fours tucking in the furthest corner, ass to me. Almost just as I had envisioned her a few minutes ago.

I cleared my throat, "Coffee's done," and she quickly hoped off the bed and retrieved it from me. She brushed my fingers, slightly, as she took the coffee with both hands. She took a small sip, "Mmm, thanks," her eyes glancing up at me and her perky nipples seemingly pointed straight at me. That small touch and her alluring voice sent a small shiver down my body and I was feeling a bit perky myself. Man, when have I been this girl crazy? I mean, I've always been crazy for girls, or rather, women. But it's been a while since a single woman had me feeling like this. I've been away too long since I've been with a women, and I'm deliriously tired. I have got to take a shower and shake this off. Literally, shake this off. "I'll just take a quick shower while you finish up in here."

"Perfect, I just gotta get all these clothes out of here. But I planned ahead and bought this wardrobe thingy," pointing at a wardrobe covered in fabric on wheels, "I'll load that up and wheel it right into Macy's room, so it won't take long."

A long hot shower was perfect for my sore traveling body. As I stroked myself I thought of Jolie -- how angelic she had looked sleeping in my bed and then her hard nipples under her top. I imagined myself caressing those breasts and imagined her hand stroking me instead of my own. It didn't take long, and I was hopeful that this was just the release I needed to cure my Jolie-crazed mind.

I toweled up and looked at myself in the mirror. I had decided to join the beard trend while in Thailand, but thought to trim it up just a little. It was looking a little gnarly. In my not-so-humble opinion, I had returned from Thailand looking even better than before, as I exerted a lot of my pent up energy in the gym. My waist was trim and muscles more defined. I had brought my suitcase into the master bathroom with me. Many of my clothes were dirty but I still had a clean pair of flannel pajama bottoms and some t-shirts. You know what, I thought, forget the shirt, she's parading around in no bra, I'll give her a show too. I definitely felt more alert and less tense after the warm shower and jerk-off.

I rejoined the master bedroom. Surprisingly, the giant heap of Jolie's clothes had already disappeared, apparently shoved into the wardrobe. Jolie was just zipping up the cover, so I offered to wheel it out for her. "Thanks, it's kind of heavy now," looking at me, I noticed I got a slightly prolonged up-and-down glance. I thought I noticed a heavy sigh, but surely, was just deliriously tired.

I began rolling the wardrobe across the length of my room while Jolie went to the other side to open the door for me. Only a few feet along, the wheels rolled over something. As I looked to see what I ran over, Jolie exclaimed, "Oh my god!" It was a small, purple vibrator. For a moment I panicked, but then realized it wasn't mine. It must've fallen out of Jolie's wardrobe.

I picked it up, while Jolie quickly approached the same object. "Oh my god," she repeated, "this is so embarrassing. Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she snatched her vibrator from my hands. I tried to hide my smile, but couldn't help it. With all these horny feelings I'd been trying, and failing, to keep at bay, and now, thinking of her using this tool to please herself. How recently? I wondered.

"Oh my god, I'm so, so sorry!" she stammered again.

"Hey, it's OK -- you're a grown woman. It's not my business to -"

"No, I mean, yes I am, but, that's not it..." she looked at me so embarrassed, "I haven't washed it! Oh my god, here, let me get you a towel, or, here's some sanitizer."

An unwashed vibrator and I wasn't at all repulsed. Quite the contrary. I raised my eyebrows, and graciously accepted the sanitizer she provided, fighting my urge to instead to take a sniff.

"Oh my god, how embarrassing. Really, I'm not like this, I'm not a dirty person—"

Dirty? I'd like to see just how dirty...

"Uh, no worries." Stupid response, but Jolie really had me quite speechless and it'd be creepy to say what I was thinking.

"I mean, I was going to clean it first thing in the morning. And the house too!"

Oh, she didn't mean that kind of dirty.

Jolie was rambling in embarrassment now, "I mean, really, I'm a woman with needs and you know how hard it is to date as a recently divorced single mother? Really, I'm not even interested in dating right now, but I still have needs, you know. And I thought you were going to be back later, and I knew I'd be sleeping with Macy and then at my parents for the next couple weeks, and so, I, I just put myself to sleep while I still had a bedroom to myself. And, oh my god. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be doing that in your bed. But the sheets are clean now!"

Now, we're getting to that kind of dirty. And it was that recently. The thought of Jolie pleasuring herself in my bed -- it was more than I could take and my shower didn't seem to provide a long lasting cure to my man problem. I was already hardening again.

And in my very turned-on and sleep delirious mental state, I found myself saying, "No, really, no need to apologize. Really, this is so fucking hot," then, immediately apologizing, "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that. Shit. Oh man, it's just, I've been celibate for 6 months and I come home to a gorgeous woman sleeping naked in my bed, and now, this --"

"You've been celibate in Thailand for 6 months? Thailand!?"

I chuckled, "Yes, I'm the fool who is celibate in Thailand, perhaps the only one."

"Why?" she sounded genuinely surprised and curious, and also, less embarrassed about the vibrator.

"Well, the STD rate is pretty high, and the women are either prostitutes or hoping you'll be their ticket to the U.S. if you fall in love with them. So, the ethics of it all --"

"Oh my god, you are so fucking hot!" she responded, staring right into my eyes, "I mean, how honorable of you."

Was it just me, or did her eyes just change from being brownish green to more of a vibrant green? As much as I successfully resisted thinking with my dick in Thailand, at this moment, I let my other head take over. The head that was below my waistline, but trying it's best to get above my waistline. My lips reached hers as one hand simultaneously braced the back of her neck and the other wrapped around her waist. And, to my surprise, she returned my kiss with equal passion, slipping her tongue into my mouth and placing her hand firmly on my chest. I was worried I had gone too far, but Jolie was actually the one to push it further by moving her hand up my chest to my shoulder and then pressing her body hard against mine.

I pulled away after a bit and said, "Jolie, I am very attracted to you. Very, very attracted. But, you need to know --"

"I've already heard all about you. I know what I want, believe me, and I can handle it."

At that point, I didn't need to say or hear more. Normally, I would've talked this through more just to be certain, but I wasn't in my rational mind and so, so turned on.

We wasted no time and found ourselves together on my bed, still making out. Jolie was caressing my ass and had leaned back on the pile of pillows, so I took the liberty to remove her top. Her breasts were small but beautiful, as breasts always are. Women who've given birth have different bodies, but I love them the same. Her nipples were small but alert peach nubs and her breasts had subtle silver stretch marks.

I gently traced my finger along one of her silver streaks and then took her nipple in my mouth and I received a sexy laugh of approval, "I've got a few more stripes for your enjoyment, just keep exploring." God, I loved her confidence; too many women apologized for their 'flaws,' but Jolie embraced them. Instead of hiding them, she dared me to find them. So as instructed, I kept exploring.

I worked my lips and tongue down her body, until I was pulling down her silk PJ bottoms, where I found no panties and a full bush. I began the full treatment, beginning with small caresses with my lips and fingers, and then swirling my tongue around her clit while slipping two fingers into her. Jolie seemed very pleased and moaned softly. She caressed one of her breasts with one hand and clutched the back of my hair with her other.

After a little while of enjoying her sweet taste, she pulled my head back and commanded, "Fuck me, Brandon!"

"What?" I teased, wanting her to ask again.

"FUCK me, Brandon, NOW -- please!"

She reached down to assist with me PJ bottoms, and in a rather impressive move, she brought her feet up and hooked her toes into my elastic waistline and brought my pants the rest of the way down at the same time she stretched her arms out to my nightstand where she grabbed a condom out of the drawer (guess she found those). I was already fairly hard, but hardened more as she stroked me a few times and applied the protection. She seemed pleased with my large cock. Not freak show gigantic, but proportionate to my tall height.

She laid back down and wrapped her legs around my waist, providing for the perfect entry. She felt so good -- warm, wet, and tight. I move in and out slowly, with my thumb circling her clit. I rested my weight on my other arm while kissing her neck. I thrusted harder and deeper, and it didn't take long before her back arched in orgasm, as she threw her head back, eyes closed, and moaning loudly in orgasm.

I hadn't gotten there yet myself (thanks to jacking off in the shower, I lasted longer than the few seconds I otherwise would've under these circumstances), but slowed down for Jolie and exchanged a long deep kiss.

"You still feel rather large," Jolie still observed.

"I'm close," I promised.

"Oh," she gasped, "Why am I making you do all the work? You probably haven't slept in eons!"

And with that, she wrapped her legs around me more tightly and then deftly flipped me onto my back.

She began riding me slowly, rising all the way to the top of my cock and picking up speed with each return back down. I cupped and massaged her ass, while she played with her clit as she continued riding me faster and harder. I was so close and got the impression that Jolie was coming to orgasm again as her moans increased and she began biting her lip. My cock tightened and I ejaculated with a moan, just as Jolie also wailed out in another orgasm. A couple more finishing bounces from Jolie, and then she collapsed on me where we rested in silence, still joined.

"Thanks. Wow, I didn't know how much I needed that, Brandon."

"Me too. Thank you"

We cuddled in naked silence for a little while, but then Jolie looked up at the clock and noted that Macy and Sid would be awake soon. We agreed that I'd come see Sid for a little, but then she'd take care of him the rest of the day so I could sleep.

Sid was thrilled to see me, and I him. We played for longer than I anticipated, but then I slept like a baby.

I awoke many hours later. The clock said 6:27 pm and I could hear Bob Dylan playing softly in the background, along with a child's laughter and Sid occasionally barking. Something from the kitchen smelled delicious and my stomach growled. I got out of bed, freshened up some in the bathroom, and emerged from my bedroom.

I found Jolie in the kitchen, making a feast of breakfast items. She didn't see me, and was singing along to the Dylan song, "All I Really Want to Do." As she sang along, she hit the same off key notes that Dylan did, primarily, the "you-oo." She was wearing a tan sweater, tight jeans, and house slippers. As she danced along while cooking, she spun around and saw me. "Sorry -- did we wake you?"

"I'm not one to complain about waking up to the music of Dylan and a beautiful woman in my kitchen cooking up a storm!"

Jolie smiled, "You've got the best record collection, I just love Dylan -- he could write the soundtrack for anyone's life."

"I think he's already has written the sound track for everyone's life," then approaching Jolie to wrap one hand around her waist and grabbing her right hand with my left, "and this one's a waltz!"

I led her in a couple rounds of the basic 1-2-3 waltz step. She laughed and feel right into step with me. She glanced around, presumably to make sure we were alone, and then quickly stole a kiss.

"I've got to stir the hollandaise," she said breaking away, "Breakfast for supper will be done in 5 minutes. Let Sid out real quick?"

"Sure thing," I said, planting a kiss on the side of her neck as she turned her attention back to the stovetop.

This was going to be a great winter break, I thought to myself, but also with a reminder not to molest Jolie nonstop and to keep my intentions clear. I still had another date lined up, after all. ~Jolie's Christmas Gift~

What was I thinking? I, Jolie, was thinking that Brandon was so hot and I was ready for more than self-pleasure. I hadn't had a man in my bed in nearly two years, as Rick and I stopped sleeping together some time before our divorce. I had kept in mind Tyler's warnings about Brandon's playboy lifestyle, and I was thinking how completely OK I was with NSA, uncomplicated sex. And, man, what a good fuck he was. I orgasmed so hard the first time, twice actually, and even harder our second time.

Apparently, I was too horny to think rationally about how sex is always complicated, even when it purports to be NSA. There are always strings attached. Here I am living in a fabulous house for rent-free, in exchange for the very easy and fun job of taking care of a great dog. Did I just fuck up this sweet arrangement? Is Brandon going to get all weird about this and not want me in his house anymore? Then I'm going to be hustling to find a place for Macy and myself in the middle of winter.

He's not acting weird at all, as far as I can tell, I told myself. He's actually very endearing, stealing kisses and gropes when he can, and not in a creepy way. He has kept a safe boundary with Macy, being friendly but not overbearing. We've been careful not to be affectionate in front of her. We have been enjoying time together walking Sid and at meals, but he has also kept occupied working in his office, visiting friends, and running errands.

We did have a fun game night together last night, playing scrabble. We both helped Macy with her tiles, as a younger reader. One of us played the word "cock," explaining to Macy that this meant a roster, which is true. Then I played "twat," which Brandon defined as a "beautiful flower" for Macy. While not entirely true, it was a definition I accepted on account of the compliment as well getting a double letter score on the W in a clearly illegal word. "Climax" is the top of a mountain, of course. (How did we get all three of those words into a single game of scrabble?) Soon after, we had our second time and, again, Brandon made my eyes roll into the back of my head.

He's also made it very clear what he is looking for, or rather not looking for, in a relationship. And I say I'm cool with it, and I am. I really am because after nearly a decade in a stifling relationship, I am definitely not yet ready for another serious relationship. But, if I'm OK with it, then why do I feel jealous about Brandon's date tomorrow?

But my jealousy is definitely in check. Sure, part of me wonders why our hot and heavy NSA romance can't hold him over at least a week. But, he did already have this date planned and we're not an item. Indeed, cancelling the date would imply more than there is regarding us. And, I have never been the truly jealous type. Not like Rick. He was so obsessively jealous in our relationship, which provided another reminder of the value of a NSA coupling. I kept telling myself not to be jealous, and to be thankful that Brandon wasn't jealous. Just like the Dylan song he caught me singing, I didn't feel chained down or brought down, or defined or confined by Brandon. Let's just be friends (with benefits).

It was now Thursday; Brandon had been back home for 3 days (three orgasms over 3 days -- not bad!). Macy and I are leaving tomorrow, and he'll have his hot date. What I need to do, I schemed, is extend my stay back home a little longer. Things aren't so awkward now, but they will be when I get back from winter break and after he's had his date. I'll leave just as soon as I've finished my year-end school projects, and come back just in time to take over dog care before Brandon heads back to Thailand. Then things won't get weird, and he won't go looking for another dog-sitting arrangement.

But, things so rarely go as planned.

The morning began as normal. I didn't have classes on Thursdays. Sid and I walked Macy to school, as usual. The weather forecast again warned of an impending snow storm coming late Friday night. Roads will surely be hazardous, so I'm glad that Macy and I will be heading out right after school ends tomorrow. I pick up some grocery items for another nice home-cooked meal for the three of us tonight, as well as a few extra things for Brandon so that he won't starve if he's snowed in. In fact, I picked up enough groceries for two to survive a weekend, because that's how cool I am with his date plans. If she comes home with him, they might both be snowed in. I can't help wondering what she looks like and if she has big boobs. I have a great body, I know, but I had been self-conscious about my chest for many years and still sometimes found myself negatively comparing my body to women with more curves.

But, it doesn't matter, I remind myself. Don't be jealous of people you've never meet and Brandon is not my man anyways. Nothing wrong with another woman also having great sex. In so many ways, it was freeing to have had this experience with a polyamorous man.

So different than being under Rick's thumb for nine years. Friends and family often wondered why I stayed with him so long, especially since I was always such a strong woman, they'd add. Rick did have many endearing qualities which is why I once fell in love with him. He was funny and completely devoted to me. He was a great dad and a good provider. He had a drive in his life goals that I really admired.

But, he was also insanely jealous and increasingly paranoid. That was the difficult thing -- Rick clearly had mental health issues, and as jealous and paranoid as he often was, he was never violent and I never felt in danger. It was very stifling, however. My friendship circles narrowed and I learned to simply avoid conversations with men, hoping not to give Rick anything to be jealous about.




Needs and Wants: A Holiday Romance



Although that's nearly impossible in daily life, especially when you're a friendly, extroverted person like I am. In fact, I had taken to cooking as an excuse to entertain houseguests and have some company. I'd cook huge elaborate meals and we'd invite another couple or two to join us for dinner. Rick handled this well for a long time, and I was able to socialize. Eventually, however, he wasn't able to trust his married male friends either.

Yet, I couldn't bring myself to leave Rick for the longest time. It wasn't his fault. He had a difficult childhood and mental health struggles. I felt that leaving a spouse with mental illness was a violation of our wedding vows and commitment to each other. In sickness and health, including mental illness, I kept telling myself. But I was increasingly irritable and found myself yelling at Macy for no reason. It dawned on me that I was depressed, and had been for a while.

I saw a therapist, who recommended marital counseling. The marriage could not be saved as Rick wouldn't address his mental health issues, but the counselor did help move us towards a relatively amicable divorce. She helped me realize that I should not sacrifice my own mental health as a result of his mental health. As a divorced woman, I was now much happier and hopeful about a new future for Macy and myself.

After my grocery store run, I went to the mall for a little last minute Christmas shopping. I had been debating whether to buy Brandon a gift. I decided it wouldn't be creepy or obsessive if it was just something small. After all, dog sitters and dog owners probably exchanged gifts anyways, right? And I could get Sid a gift too, it's not like I had ulterior motives for him.

After my errands, I had a little time left in the day to work on my final projects until Macy got out of school. Brandon did his own thing most of the day, but we enjoyed walking Sid together to pick up Macy. I noticed that the winds were already picking up quite a bit -- it felt much colder than it did this morning. As I started prepping dinner, I received a call from Rick asking if we would be leaving metro for our hometown sooner, on account of the updated forecast. It turns out that the big winter storm was now projected to hit tomorrow around noon.

Which was exactly when my last assignment of the semester was due and I was still several hours away from completing it. Normally I rationed my time better, but I had been a bit distracted and occupied by other activities in recent days. Perhaps I shouldn't be making another big dinner, but regardless, I'd be working on my project tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, it was a multi-media project in graphic design which couldn't be submitted from a distance by email. I needed to turn it in in-person so I absolutely had to finish it before leaving. Rick was surprisingly understanding, but also didn't want to hear that we'd wait until after the roads were clear if we couldn't beat the storm. He really wanted Macy home for his family's big Christmas get together on Saturday morning. Therefore, he'd come pick up Macy himself, first thing in the morning before the snow and she could just miss a day of school.

I was happy we worked that out. Rick seemed to be coping better with our divorce than I had feared all those years I had avoided it. But this was a kink in the plan. I was already feeling a little low about my impending first Christmas without my daughter, and now I may be snowed in. I'd still make it to my parents by Christmas day. But, I couldn't be snowed in here, at Brandon's house, on Friday night. He had a date! I decided I'd do my best to get my project turned in early and on the road in time. And if that failed, I'd have to find somewhere else to crash until travel was safe again.

Brandon, Macy, and I enjoyed a dinner of beef stroganoff. I reluctantly passed on a cocktail and Brandon's advancements, explaining the change in schedule and the school work I still needed to complete and the bags I still had to pack. I was getting a bit anxious about everything that needed to be done, and obsessively checking the weather forecast hoping that the storm front moving in would slow down or head north.

Brandon wasn't upset at all, in fact, he was very accommodating. He said he should've taken a turn cooking, but he'll clean up the kitchen and keep Macy busy. He even did her laundry, and tried to help her pack although he was a little clueless about what a 7-year old needs for two weeks. He helped Macy get ready for bed, including her mandatory book reading, and I was able to go in for just a few minutes to snuggle and give her a kiss goodnight.

He was a great help, but my project seemed to be going from bad to worse. It was a multi-media project on innovative marketing. This particular professor was convinced that in an era in which all marketing had gone web and social media based, you have to apply other creative skills to advertise products and events. I had decided to knit a promotion for a charity donation drive to help keep the homeless warm and fed during the harsh winter months. I was making a long scarf which would read, "Its deadly cold outside." The idea was that the charity could hang the scarf in a visible public location, near a donation bin that would go towards shelter expenses and to help cover heating expenses for the less fortunate. But I keep miscounting my rows and having to unravel and redo my work so that the message would be legible.

Brandon noted my frustration, and kindly began massaging my feet. I relaxed, and found my knitting groove again. He began massaging up my legs, his hands easily fitting inside my wide PJ pants. He eased them up as he added kisses. "You are so hard to resist. You're so cute sitting there in your PJs knitting scarves for the homeless."

"No, the scarf isn't for the homeless, it's supposed to be a fundraiser," I corrected.

"Yes, a fundraiser for the homeless. And I don't want to interrupt such a noble cause, so stop me if I'm too distracting," Brandon replied as he moved up my legs with his caressing touch and kisses.

As he continued up my legs, it was clear my pants were in the way. Still knitting, I cooperatively raised my ass so he could slip them off, and then I got the full treatment. Wow, the man knew how to use his tongue and fingers. He teased me with his kisses and caresses for a while, playing with my labia, and then finding my clit, moving his tongue back and forth from my clit to the entrance of my vagina.

It was getting a bit hard to concentrate on my knitting, and I eventually put it down. This time, I was going to let him bring me to orgasm orally, I decided. That first morning I was so damn horny and anxious for a good hard fuck, plus I hadn't even seen his dick yet and was so curious, that I had to put a stop to his teasing caresses and make my demands. No longer so sexually frustrated, I was now able to more fully appreciate his oral efforts.

His fingers took over the action inside my pussy, while his mouth alternated sucking my clit and swirling his tongue around it. As I approached orgasm, I pushed my pelvis into his face and the additional pressure put me over the edge to a nice soft orgasm.

Brandon kissed me and promptly went to bed, not even giving me a chance to return the favor or to give him his real Christmas gift, "Get back to your project," he sweetly commanded.

I put my pants back on and picked my knitting back up. I finished several more rows before I was seeing double stitches from exhaustion. But I felt better that I'd made good progress and only needed another hour in the morning to finish it up. I could turn it in on my way out of town, and safely beat the storm.

Rick arrived at promptly 8 am, as planned. It was a little awkward, and fortunately Brandon had already left to run some errands (after a nice long sweet kiss good bye). Although Rick was handling the divorce well, I could tell he didn't fully approve of the housesitting arrangement with Brandon, and so I had to make sure it kept looking like a normal arrangement. I was glad that Macy commented that she was going to miss sleeping in bed with me as we hugged and kissed goodbye, and hopeful that the word "twat" wouldn't come up in her conversations over the next couple of weeks.

After Macy left, I packed the rest of my bags and sat down to finish my scarf media project. I was just about done, when I saw big snowflakes already coming down. Shit, the snow was actually coming sooner than forecast. Maybe I can still make it I thought, as I checked the weather channel again. Unfortunately, it offered no good news. A few accidents had already been reported, especially on the highway headed to my hometown as they were getting a dangerous sleet/snow mix.

Fortunately, I also received a text from Rick saying that he and Macy just rolled into town safely. I, however, was clearly stuck in the metro. The roads in town were still good enough for dropping off my completed assignment, but no way was I getting on the highway in this weather. I called around, and found that some affordable hotel options.

Really, I shouldn't have spread my legs so willingly, only an hour after Brandon had arrived home, I began regretting again. But thinking of that morning again also brought back feelings of pleasure. Initially, I was embarrassed to be caught naked in his bed, but I had also found myself flattered by his stare, knowing how good I probably looked. I'd been working out again since the divorce (Rick always thought I had an ulterior motive, who was I trying to impress, he'd ask). I was proud of getting my body back in shape.

I could've easily grabbed the blankets that had been tossed to the floor. I could've worn a bra under top after I did get dressed. But I didn't. I wanted to be admired and desired. Later, when he was standing there, still a little wet from his shower and revealing his perfectly sculpted body, I found I also wanted and desired -- him. I was truly mortified when my vibrator fell out of the wardrobe, but in the end, that incident helped get things started and I got what I wanted.

And I felt like I did know him more through our texts and emails, although we had only met personally a couple times. Just living in his house -- seeing the way he lived, listening to his music, cooking in his kitchen, and taking care of his dog made Brandon seem like a familiar, comfortable presence. He was really cute in his new beard, too. Nonetheless, I violated the boundaries of a dog-sitting and rent exchange relationship. But, he was such a good fuck and hadn't been acting like a dick at all. Back and forth, my mind kept racing.

I went back to the house to grab my bags, trying to dismiss my insecure thoughts and move on. I had a good plan. Things were still good between us, and being away would be the best way to keep it that way. It was a shame the fun had to end so soon, but it had been a great release. My itch had gotten a good scratching, and that should hold me over until I start dating seriously again. And I also felt that time wasn't so far away anymore.

Brandon returned from his errands as I was double checking to make sure that I had everything I needed over the holidays. He had a cute guy friend with him, helping him inside with a lot of shopping bags from various department stores -- looked like they were doing their Christmas shopping.

Brandon already looked very dapper for his upcoming date, in a nice tight pair of jeans and navy blazer over a pin stripped shirt. His friend had well-trimmed dirty-blond hair and was clean shaven. He was shorter, but also well built. He was wearing a brown argyle sweater vest with jeans.

"You haven't headed out yet?" Brandon sounded concerned, "The roads are getting pretty bad!"

"I know, sorry I'm not gone yet. I didn't get my project in before it started snowing. But Macy made it back safe, thankfully, and don't worry, I've got a hotel lined up to wait out this storm."

"What? You don't need to spend money on a hotel -- just stay here another night."

"But you've got a date tonight -- I'd just be in your way."

"No you wouldn't!"

"It'd be very awkward. For me and your date, I'm sure."

"Ohhh, I see," Brandon replied, "I don't think my date would mind." He turned to his guy friend, "Cody, do you mind? Oh, Cody, meet Jolie -- my house-slash-dog sitter. Jolie, meet Cody -- my date for the evening"

A guy! His date was a dude! Suddenly, I felt a lot less jealous. Brandon may be polyamorous, but he wasn't just jumping from one woman to another after all. He desired something I definitely couldn't provide. But, wow. I didn't know he was bi, but I could handle it.

"Yes, your house-sitter, of course" Cody said in a sly voice as he extended his hand for a handshake. Clearly, they had been talking, "By all means, please stay."

Cody then took my hand to his mouth and planted a gentlemanly kiss on it. Hearing his voice, it was clearer to me that he was definitely gay. Although, I should have figured this out right away with the argyle sweater vest, I suppose. Likewise with Brandon's well decorated house. Stop it, Jolie, I told myself, you're stereotyping.

I was still in a bit of shock, but coolly responded, "I'll think about it."

"Well, let's think about it over wine," Cody exclaimed while clapping his hands together once, "Truth is, I just use Brandon for his wine collection!"

He sashayed over to the wine collection, and I noticed he chose an older expensive-looking bottle of Syrah that I had been eyeing but didn't dare open as Brandon's house sitter.

"And I'll put on some music," I said, choosing to play a Dylan song intended to convey my consent to the new plan -- "Tonight I'll Be Staying Here with You." (Dylan definitely wrote the songs to compose the soundtrack of my life, so far at least.)

Brandon eye's followed me to the record player and back, and gave me a slight smile of approval when I returned his stare with a smile.

"So, what do you boys have planned for your hot date?"

"Well," Brandon replied, "I had reservations for us at Mazziatti's and then we were going to go clubbing, but I'm worried everything's going to shut down for the snow."

Cody handed us each a glass of wine, "Why don't you call and check? Although, I'm not so sure about going out myself either. It's coming down hard. Maybe we should make it a night in."

Not a bad suggestion, I thought, taking a sip of wine.

"You know, Jolie's a great cook -- better than Mazzietti for sure. And she sings and dances while she cooks, it's the cutest thing."

I blushed, "Maybe I could be convinced to be your personal chef -- but are you just sending the woman into the kitchen to cook while you two suck each other off, or whatever?"

"And miss you dance! No, no, no, Jolie -- we'll be your sous chefs," Cody gaily offered.

"Alright, you've convinced me," I moved into the kitchen area and began looking through the cupboards, "I'm not sure we have the fixings for anything too fancy though."

"I've got 4-wheel drive and the store isn't far. We can still get around town for a little while. Make me a list. Cody and I will go to the store, and you can stay here and get dolled up for our date!"

Our date, I was now officially included. And I guess that was also a subtle hint that my old jeans and hoodie weren't proper attire. The boys were both looking rather handsome, after all.

We finished our wine while planning our meal and making the list. Since it was still pretty early in the afternoon, we decided we'd take the time to make a traditional, if not slightly bourgeoisie, Christmas dinner -- ham, sweet potatoes, brown sugar and pecan glaze, wild rice with cranberries, and roasted veggies with chestnuts. Cody rejected the idea of a pumpkin pie, but volunteered to make us an apple pie instead.

They headed out, and I got dolled up as instructed. First, I trimmed my pubes. I hadn't paid much attention to that region since I stopped having sex, and clearly that morning with Brandon was spur of the moment. He didn't seem to mind at all, but I thought a trim might be a nice surprise. But I opted against a full shave because I didn't want to chafe, and, I am a woman after all and not a prepubescent little girl.

I pondered my available clothing choices, thinking that since I didn't have to step a foot outside this cozy house I could wear something tiny and revealing regardless of the blizzard outside. I opted for a sexy satin party dress in a plum color that was originally purchased for a wedding. It had a wide v-neckline, capped sleeves, and an open back. The skirt had a few pleats to give it fullness and was somewhat short. It looked great on my figure, I always thought. Although not well endowed, it revealed a small line of cleavage, my full collarbone, and enhanced my long neck. An open back is always sexy and the skirt accentuated my rounder bottom and shapely legs.

I figured they'd be back soon, so I didn't do too much with my hair. Really, I just needed to calm my frizz and pull it up into a fancy ponytail. My cascading curls generally sold themselves. I applied my make-up more heavily than I normally do, with thick eyeliner and mascara. With my eyes fairly heavily made up, I kept my lips more subtle and simply applied a little tinted gloss to help them shine. I heard Brandon's SUV roll into the garage as I added some pearl and gold jewelry. I also thought to ditch my house slippers for some classic navy stiletto heels (but not so high that I wouldn't be able to dance around the kitchen).

I joined the boys in the kitchen where they had already begun unloading groceries. "Let's get that ham started right away -- I hope it's not frozen solid."

"It's not," Brandon responded, "But I am -- it's colder than a witch's titty out there. But, you are smoking hot!"

"Oh, you poor guy," I responded while sneaking my hands under his shirt to help warm him up.

"Ooh, do a twirl for us, let me see that entire dress, it's darling!" Cody added.

"Thanks, guys," I said while modeling the dress as requested, "but time to get started or we won't be eating until midnight."

"Well, not ham at least," Brandon quipped.

We worked together well as a team, and the boys accepted me barking out instructions. Cody also seemed to know his way around the kitchen, and got started on the apple pie. We kept giving Brandon the grunt work -- peeling apples, cutting x's in the chestnuts, cleaning up after us, and so on. Brandon also kept the wine flowing and music going. We all danced around the kitchen to a wide variety of music, from Morrissey and the Talking Heads to the Raveonettes and Katy Perry.

I actually sipped my wine very slowly, not wanting to be sloshed during what was developing to be a most wonderful date. I wanted to stay in control and also remember every moment. Brandon gave us both his affections, but it seemed that whereas he was more flirtatious with Cody, it was like he was making love to me with his long gazes and lingering caresses. Cody and I flirted more innocently. I doubt he was really into ladies, but we became comfortable with each other's company and touch. Two men flirting with each other and with me! I was so turned on, and hoped my panties wouldn't be completely soaked through before we even sat down for our Christmas dinner.

Everything was prepped and in the oven, and we had some time to spare. "Let's exchange presents," Cody suggested, "Wait until you see what Brandon got you!"

"Oh," I said embarrassingly, "I did get something little for you, Brandon. But nothing for you Cody, having just meet you."

"Darling, I don't have anything for you either and I think you already gave Brandon what he wants, you're just about all he would talk about, Jolie this, and Jolie that."




Needs and Wants: A Holiday Romance



Now, Brandon looked a little embarrassed.

"OK, I got Sid a gift too," I added to change the focus.

Sid's present was a bone and a new stuffed animal to tear up (no doggie helmet, as they're special order only). For Brandon, I got the new Jack White album. I didn't know if he really liked Jack White, but he was clearly a music collector and the record store guy convinced me that this vinyl was a really big deal. He loved it, and apparently already heard about it's unusual record features. Cody gave Brandon some photography of local architecture by a local artist, and Brandon gave Cody a beautiful orchid. I realized he was the plant sitter. Brandon had two gifts for me. The first was a green sweater, that'll look great with my eyes, Brandon said. The second gift was a blue vibrator with six different settings!

"Girrlll, I am so jealous," shared Cody.

"I can't wait to use it!" I stated. But really, my real gift was my great evening, so far, and, even more so, the feeling that Brandon really cared for me -- I was more than another fuck. He put thought into these gifts -- the color of my eyes, and the vibrator, obviously, was rather personal.

We then enjoyed our dinner together. It was absolutely delicious, and we all laughed at the absurdity of how much food we had made. But outside there was already six inches of snow and it was still coming down, so we knew we'd be eating good all weekend, if need be.

We moved onto the couch in the living room. Brandon sat in the middle, but getting up often to tend the fireplace. We talked and laughed, while letting our food settle. I was sure to brush my teeth during one of my trips to the bathroom. Brandon told us more about life in Thailand and some of his funnier cultural mishaps. I brought Cody up to speed about my plans for school, and he shared very animated tales of being a gay man working in the construction industry. He was an engineer too. Brandon and Cody met in school, I learned, and maintained a friends with benefits relationship over the years. On one hand, the conversation helped us become even more comfortable with each other, on the other, it seemed to get awkward as I knew, surely, where this night was supposed to go but didn't seem to be happening.

But then Brandon took control of the situation. He returned from one of his trips back from poking the fire, this time putting his arms around both of us as he sat in the middle and drawing us in. "Enough with the small talk," first giving me a nice big warm kiss and then turning to Cody for another.

From there, Cody and I didn't hesitate. I turned on my knees, still on the couch and sucked and bit Brandon's neck while unbuttoning his shirt (he had already ditched the blazer). Cody worked at undoing Brandon's pants. "Hey," Brandon laughed, "Both of your clothes need to come off too."

Cody and I exchanged mischievous looks and I said, "In due time."

"Be patient," Cody added, "We've just started on you."

Yes, it was my turn to pleasure Brandon. Over the past days, he had gone down on me twice and I hadn't yet returned the favor. I loved being on the receiving end, especially considering the fact that most men seem to go around thinking blow-jobs are their god given right while women have to beg and shave themselves bare. But Brandon did not hesitate, even when faced with my neglected pubes, and he didn't even give me a chance to return the favor last night. There was no stopping me know, and I had help with the job.

Cody was beating me too it, as he already had Brandon's pants off and was licking his lips in anticipation. So, while he got started, I suckled and lightly bit Cody's nipples and then worked my way down. I stayed on my knees on the couch, while Cody was on his knees on the floor between Brandon's legs. As I approached Brandon's cock from above, I looked at Cody for permission, "Share?"

"I've always shared my toys, but I get the treat at the end, OK"

I laughed, "Agreed," and we both went to town, licking Brandon up and down.

"Oh my god, you guys," Brandon exclaimed looking down at us, "this is the best view I've ever had."

It was a pretty good view from my perspective too. As I was kneeling next to Brandon on the couch, ass up and head down, he flipped up the skirt of my dress and massaged my ass. Cody was the first to take Brandon fully into his mouth, so I played Brandon's testicles while he took his turn. Then it was my turn. The man was very proportionate to his height, which meant I had a mouth full. I sucked my cheeks in tight and enjoyed my first taste with great enthusiasm. Brandon moved his hand into my panties and found my pussy. Cody took another turn, and then I, before Brandon gasped, "I think it's time for Cody." I didn't hesitate to follow through on my promise, so as Cody got his treat, I sat back up and locked lips with Brandon. As far as I could tell while biting his lips, Brandon came hard. Sure enough, Cody pulled away, declaring, "Yum."

"Ok, who's next? Time for someone else to lose their clothes."

"Well," Cody laughed, "looked like you already started working on Jolie. Finish what you started and I'll help. I may be as gay as the day is long, but I appreciate beauty of all kinds!"

Brandon lowered me into the corner of the couch. Brandon remained on the couch, leaning on top of me kissing passionately, while Cody pulled up the ottoman to sit beside us. Brandon lifted my skirt and removed my panties rest of the way, "I thought things felt a little different," he stated with approval now that he got a full look at my freshly trimmed pubs.

Meanwhile, Cody slipped the top of my dress down on one side, letting my right breast free. He played with my breast while Brandon played with my pussy. Cody then ran a hand over my satin dress, "This is such a gorgeous dress, it'll be sad to see it go, nonetheless, where is the zipper?"

"Ha, other side," I answered, turning around to provide access.

Cody unzipped me and lowered my dress while Brandon maintained his focus below, "No bra I see. That's good, not sure I know how to operate those things."

I turned back around to face the boys, one between my legs and the other by my side. I swear, Brandon cannot resist my taste. As he pleasured me orally, I turned to Cody, traced my fingers down to his belt buckle, and asked, "It's doubtful I'm as orally skilled as Brandon, but maybe I can just get you warmed up a little for him?"

Brandon came up for air, "She demonstrated great skill, you should take her up on that offer, Cody."

Cody undid his belt buckle while Brandon went back to business, "If you both insist!"

He certainly didn't seem too hard to convince as he whipped out his semi-firm cock. I rolled onto right my side, throwing my left leg over the back of the couch and propping myself up on my arm for more range of movement for my next endeavor. Cody wasn't as large as Brandon, but proportionate and nothing to be disappointed by. I stroked him a few times, and brought him into my mouth aiming to give him as good of service as I just gave to Brandon.

"Wow, girl, you could be a gay man."

Not so certain about that, but I giggled the best I could with a full mouth. It was so amazing to be receiving at one end and giving at the other. A minute or two passed (who knows, time is always relative but especially during crazy good sex), and Cody pulled away, "Sorry, babe, I'm saving my load for someone else.

He went on, "I've never cared for pussy, but to be honest, I've never minded boobies," thus turning his attention to my breasts. Within a few seconds (minutes? milliseconds?) I was there, and let myself scream out much more loudly than I had before when the house was more occupied.

Brandon sat back up, and Cody commented to him, "Women are beautiful creatures when orgasming, huh?"

Brandon laughed, "Very true, you sure you're gay?"

Stroking his dick, "You bet your pretty little ass I am, Brandon -- and it looks like you're ready to go again," referring to Brandon's again hard cock.

Brandon took Cody's cock in hand, still gently caressing me. "I'm definitely ready for more," then turning his attention to me, "How about you, Jolie?"

"Absolutely. Cody here's still half dressed!"

"Quick, lets remedy this travesty!"

Cody stood in front of the couch, while Brandon and I moved in to strip him with haste. Brandon showered his body with long passionate kisses while I gave him smaller teasing kisses. I figured our next action called for protection, so went looking for supplies, promising to return.

They were in a kissing embrace on the couch, foundling each other's dicks when I returned with the rubbers and lubricant. I stood and enjoyed the show for a while, and then Brandon looked up at me and patted the seat next to him.

"Thanks for the supplies babe, now warm yourself back up."

Doing as commanded, I laid back and watch them put each other's condoms on. Cody's condom got the extra lubricant I noticed. I seemed to have plenty for Brandon.

Brandon then faced me on his knees, and Cody lined up behind him. One of his hands disappeared behind Brandon, I can imagine where, while Brandon checked my readiness. Apparently satisfied, he commanded, "Turn around, babe."

Willingly, I turned around on all fours. Brandon helped move me into the needed angle as he entered me from behind, and then grabbed a handful of my long hair with one hand, while reaching under to stimulate my clit with the other. As far as I could tell, Cody was entering Brandon's back side as Brandon slowly thrust into me. I turned my head over my shoulder to look at them. Although my visibility was limited at this angle, it was still so hot to see two men lined up behind me, feel Brandon thrusting hard into me, and also imagining how great it must feel for him in the middle, taking and receiving.

I turned my head forward again, for comfort, and helped Brandon caress my clit. This prompted him to move his hand away all together, but instead move it above for a little ass play. Brandon was moaning louder and thrusting quicker and harder. I wasn't normally into ass play, but the thought of him being so full made me more receptive as Brandon's fingers explored further. Suddenly I was there, coming harder than I ever have before and screaming out even more vocally, perhaps kicking off a chain reaction as Brandon and Cody both came in quick succession.

We slowed down together in a unison rhythm, Cody first pulling out. We all collapsed on the couch in a naked huddle. Brandon declared, "Merry early Christmas to the best lovers I've ever had."

The feeling was mutual, at least for me and Cody didn't seem to disagree. This was also the best dinner party I ever cooked for. We returned Brandon's Christmas greeting and all moved into Brandon's bed for a long night's rest. The king no longer seemed so spacious, and I was the lucky one who got to sleep in the middle.

I awoke slightly, in between REM cycles. As I stirred, Brandon woke and smiled at me. Cody was still sleeping soundly, as evidenced by his deep, rhythmic breaths. Brandon brushed my hair away from my face, and sincerely asked, "How are you?"

"Good. Great, actually."

"No regrets?"

"None. Not at all," I smiled and then lay my head against his chest, thinking I've actually never felt so free and so satisfied.

"I'll miss you over real Christmas," Brandon whispered.

"Me too. Maybe I'll come back for New Year's Eve?" I tentatively suggested.

"I'd like that. Please do."

"Maybe we can go out dancing."

"That'd be a great time. Maybe we'll meet someone new."

"Maybe. Maybe a woman."

***

The three enjoyed another day snowed in, surviving on leftovers and sex. Brandon and Jolie enjoyed Christmas with their respective families, but they enjoyed New Year's Eve, together plus one, even more. Brandon completed his year working abroad in Thailand as planned, but Jolie never did move out. Cody met his future husband later that year. Monogamy suited him quite well, but he and his spouse remained close friends with Brandon and Jolie and became like uncles to Macy. Brandon always knew monogamy wasn't for him, and Jolie never wanted to be tied down again. Together, they both got what they wanted and needed. 



Needs become Wants become Real



The character of Ashley Lever is based on a real woman I met in a hotel in Madrid while there on business, she did in fact work as a sponsorship manager and we chatted over a drink one evening. The following day co-incidence had us on the same flight back to London and while standing in the airport queue I studied her for a long time and the story began to form. Unfortunately I never actually had the opportunity to discover if she was anything like "Ashley Lever" in real life. Hope you enjoy.

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Ashley Lever awoke in her hotel bedroom to the chimes of her phone alarm, rolling over still half asleep she cancelled the alarm and began to stretch her naked body and limbs under the crisp white bed sheet under which she had slept. She smiled to herself as she felt a stiffness in her thighs that reminded her of the reason she had not made it to bed until 2am and that reason was Andreas, a German tourist ten years her junior with whom she had enjoyed a frenetic lovemaking session last night after meeting him by chance in the hotel bar earlier in the evening. Their sex had been full on, covering as many positions as they could manage and making her climax so many times she had lost count. Andreas had almost been her perfect lover soft and gentle at times and firm and forceful when he sensed that what is she wanted from him and on this particular morning that meant Ashley Lever felt fulfilled and just a little guilty.

Picking up men in hotels bars was not the norm for the 41 year old but it had happened before, her job as one of three sponsorship managers for an F1 team based in the UK meant that she travelled extensively often alone to meet potential clients interested in promoting their businesses to world wide audiences by having their brand prominently displayed on a car or drivers overall. Many of the people she met controlled huge advertising budgets and it was her job to secure some of that cash for the money hungry sport that is F1, and she was pretty good at it. Yesterday her meeting with a potential client had resulted in agreement meaning that her third morning in Madrid was now free before she flew back to the UK, and that time she had decided she would use to relax in the hotel.

Ashley Lever had never slept with a client or a potential client as that was going way beyond the rules, but every now and then she needed something and that something was sex and last night was just one of those times. The guilt came from the fact that for the last 16 years Ashley had been married to Matthew a public school boy she had met while at university. Since they had married Matthew had used the old boys network to climb to the top in the Home Office and while generally she was happy something was missing, the sparkle in the bedroom. Often she wished that Matthew her very sexually conservative husband would just pounce on her and ravage her, maybe just bend her over the breakfast bar and take her from behind in a fit of passion or even ask her to dress up like a schoolgirl instead of the vanilla sex that they had regularly but it never seemed to happen. Despite her attempts to discuss the situation with Matthew the only concession she had gotten from him in this area was shaving or waxing her pussy. For whatever reason Matthew liked her bare below but even then she had had to drag that admission out of him after she had ambushed him one night after shaving for the first time, God he never even made her cum by licking her bare quim.

Rousing herself Ashley made her way to the bathroom and began to fill the bath before making herself a coffee while it filled. As she poured the water into the cup Ashley caught herself in the mirror pausing to look at her body and evaluating her wares. Even at 41 she was still very attractive her slim size twelve figure was a perfect match for her 5'6" frame, her legs were slim and curvy, stomach flat, even first thing in the morning her blonde shoulder length hair looked good complimented with her dark blue eyes. Eighteen months earlier she had treated herself to breast implants taking her from a 30B to a 34B, but even these didn't look out of proportion to the rest of her, smiling to herself she concluded that the whole package was still pretty good and it seemed that last night Andreas had only been too pleased to get in her knickers and fuck her senseless without so much as a hint of complaint.

Ashley had lain in the bath for about 45mins stretching her aching limbs in the soothing water, she made sure that she washed her pussy thoroughly as she didn't want any trace of Andreas' seed making an appearance later when Matthew made love to her as he always did on a Friday. To that end she took extra care to shave her quim even using a new blade to ensure that she was as smooth as possible even taking time to position a mirror at the end of the bath so she could reach the more difficult areas to access. Finally as she washed away the remaining shaving cream she stopped to run a finger over her well defined and completely bare mound as she tested it's sensitivity, right on cue it brought a delicious shiver to her groin the way only a freshly bared pussy can.

For the next hour or so Ashley followed her usual routine, hair done and very little make-up applied before she picked something to wear, as she wasn't working as such she chose one of two casual summer dresses she had brought with her just in case she needed them. August in Madrid was hot so the pink and white flowered patterned dress was perfect, 100% cotton it had no sleeves only shoulder straps with an elasticised top half that held her breasts, another elastic sat around her waist which allowed the bottom half to fall to mid thigh. Long before the dress passed over her head and on Ashley had decided on a course of action she had never even considered before, she had dismissed any thought of wearing underwear for the trip home preferring instead to think of Matthew's reaction when she returned home and flashed him her bare slot from beneath her dress. Finally Ashley slipped on an expensive pair of heels that complimented her dress, and an expensive looking pearl choker and matching bracelet and threw the last items in her cabin bag before leaving the room to check out. 

In the long air-conditioned corridor Ashley could feel the air circulating around her bare mound as she walked, another couple about the same age as her passed in single file on their way to a room after leaving the lift, sneakily the man looked her up and down approvingly and immediately her mind ran to "could he see through my dress? Does he know I'm not wearing panties?" but instead of panic Ashley Lever felt a thrill. Exiting the lift she walked confidently across the lobby to the reception desk to check out and as is the norm for any attractive woman several pairs of male eyes followed her but this time she felt in control as they looked at her. Privately she wondered if they knew what secret her dress held, could they see her bare quim and backside, if they could what were they going to about it, her thoughts were only interrupted, by the banal process of entering the pin number of her credit card into the machine before being handed a receipt by the receptionist and bade safe journey. Outside she hailed a cab, got in and asked the driver to head to the international airport, and as Ashley Lever settled down for the journey in the back of the car she realised that her cunny, so expertly used and filled by Andreas last night, was wet, very wet, wetter in fact than it had been last night and now, she felt as horny as hell.

When she arrived at the airport Ashley headed straight for the ladies and upon locating an empty cubicle, she locked the door before grabbing a handful of paper and hitching up her dress, as she wiped her sodden pussy even she couldn't fail to notice the sweet perfumed smell of her arousal. Ashley comforted herself with the fact that even if the taxi driver had smelt her sex there was no need of embarrassment as the chances of her seeing him ever again were remote and smiled to herself that whatever had happened between last night and this morning something had changed in her for the better. After the usual routine of the airport Ashley Lever boarded her flight for London, no one was sat next to her in business class so she idlely watched the earth skid by through the window alone with her thoughts and sipping from her coffee.

After arriving in London Ashley walked briskly to passport control where she joined the long queue of other Brits trying to get back into their own country, it seemed as if there were more desks open for foreigners than there were for natives, but not even that seemed to irk her today, instead her mind still wistfully tossed ideas around of Matthew fucking her hard and fast later. Lost in her thoughts she barley even registered the presence of the spaniel that was sniffing about her bag and ankles until it sat down in front of her barking loudly and wagging it's tail excitedly. Almost immediately a police officer appeared and asked her to step out of the line and motioned for her to follow the direction in which he was pointing, she could hardly speak as she was sheperded to a clear area behind the queue. 

Hundreds of faces turned to watch as Ashley Lever was taken aside and she felt her embarrassment rise as she asked why she had been singled out, the police officer explained that the dog had found traces of drugs in or on her bag or person and that as a result she would have to have both her person and bag checked further. Ashley's heart sank, she knew there were no drugs in her case, she didn't use drugs, the case hadn't been out of her sight that day and she could find no possible explanation for the dogs response or what was happening. After a short wait and trying to talk to the police officer to no avail, two other burly policemen arrived to escort Ashley away. Both were powerfully built and around the six-foot mark, they both wore the regulation black uniform only with polo shirts with Police written on them probably because it was summer. The first was maybe in his late twenty's with dark hair with pale skin probably from spending all his days inside the airport, the other senior officer was black maybe late forties, Ashley noticed that his forearms were extremely thick and she shuddered at the though of being held by him, instead they simply flanked her and led her away. After a short walk Ashley Lever was led through a set of security doors down some stairs and out to a waiting police car where she was placed in the back and the door closed behind her. If tears were going to come this would be the time, but she knew this was a mistake, there were no drugs and she was confident that the mistake would be rectified, to that end she chided herself to stay strong.

The police car pulled up at a nondescript grey single storey building and Ashley was led inside and into a room with just a single door and a table inside next to which stood a woman in a white lab coat, the door was closed behind her and the two burly police officers guarded it. Ashley stood motionless as the woman explained that as part of the procedure her bag was to be searched and she was instructed to place it on the table and open it, she did so and stepped back as the woman emptied it's contents. Ashley felt her face flush red as the woman knowingly lifted up with a pen the soiled cum caked knickers she had worn back to her room the last night and dropped them on the table for all to see, but much to her relief she found no trace of drugs. The woman nodded and the two burly policemen took hold of an arm each and led Ashley out of the room, they walked her through another door and into a larger room followed by the woman. A single chair stood on a plinth in the centre of the room with a table up against the sidewall, the wall behind the chair Ashley could see what was undoubtedly a one way mirror and for the first time she began to feel scared.

Softly the woman took her arm and led her to the chair, a black pvc chair not unlike a dentists chair and motioned for Ashley to sit, as she did so the two burly officers took hold of her arms and each raised an extension at the side of the chair the top of which were steel restraints, before she knew what was happening Ashley's wrists had been secured so they were parallel with the side of her head with palms facing forward, Ashley began to cry out but the woman ignored her sobs, instead two more restraints were locked into place at the opposite end, this time despite her plea's the policemen took a leg each and opened them until they lined up with the shackles, the backs of her thighs were placed in 45 degree supports that allowed her knees to bend and Ashley's ankles were then locked in place. Ashley Lever was helpless she was securely fastened into a birthing chair and scarred witless of what was going to happen to her next. The burly policemen retreated backwards, leaving Ashley at the mercy of the woman. Quietly she prayed that the woman wouldn't let the men see her pussy, she knew it was exposed as her dress had ridden up as they spread her legs but she could just about tolerate the woman seeing her quim, but the men, god no, silently she cursed herself for not wearing knickers as at least some of her modesty would have been persevered.

The woman bent forward and spoke to Ashley telling her not to cry out or scream as she was in no danger, but that she could help herself if she co-operated, Ashley nodded as she watched the woman walk around to the front of the chair and bend forward to look between her open legs.

"Oh I say we are bald aren't we?" said the woman aloud and again Ashley felt herself blush, then she felt the woman touch the top of her mound softly which made her gasp.

"And so very smooth, freshly shaved this morning ahead of this evening I bet, I just bet you get so wet don't you?" asked the woman, but before Ashley could say anything the woman's finger had located Ashley's opening and slid her index finger deep into the helpless woman's cunny. Despite the fact Ashley had been horny all day the feeling had faded since her detention but behind her lower lips she was still moist and her natural lube only assisted the invasion of her love tunnel. Ashley desperately tried to focus her mind elsewhere as the woman's finger gently probed high up in her quim, she felt the tip of the finger brush up against her cervix before it traced slowly downwards along the roof of her pussy finally coming to rest on her g-spot and as much as her mind said no her body was saying yes and with a total loss of control she raised her hips and moaned allowed as the woman's finger tip drew small gentle circles on her most sensitive spot.

No matter how she tried to fight it Ashley could feel an orgasm building, the thought of being made to orgasm in this situation mortified her, how could she be made to spend strapped to chair by a woman she had never met and with two male police officers watching on, it was wrong all wrong but it was going to happen and her humiliation would be total if and when it did, but just seconds before she peaked the woman stopped her intimate probing and withdrew her finger from Ashley's pussy and declared

"There is nothing in there!" 

At first Ashley felt a sense of relief at the woman's words and that finally she would be vindicated and allowed to go but as the woman straightened up she turned and stepped away from between Ashley's open legs, Ashley heard her say

"I will have to go deeper!"

The helpless Ashley began to protest again, she begged to be released there as were no drugs and there never had been, all of this was some cruel mistake but her pleas fell on deaf ears, instead the woman placed her hands on the top of the chair and began to turn it to face the one way glass. For the first time tears began to roll down Ashley's cheeks as the chair turned though ninety degrees, between her sobs she begged them to stop but to no avail now with the chair turned whoever was behind the glass could see straight up between her open legs to where her bare sex was on full view and to make it worse she knew that those viewing the spectacle could see how wet she had become. Suddenly a mechanical voice crackled 

"You may go deeper!" 

form a speaker somewhere in the room and after what seemed like an eternity the chair was moved back to it's original position. The woman now back between Ashley's legs reached forward and pushed Ashley's dress up above her waist ensuring that the helpless woman was now totally naked below the waist, again Ashley was reminded that crying was not going to help and that she was to co-operate fully, all Ashley could do was nod.

"Now let's find out what is really going on shall we?" 

said the woman reaching down and gently spreading the top of Ashley's pussy open with the thumb and index finger of her left hand 

"Well what a pretty little clitty you have and those lips are so fine."

she continued for all to hear. Ashley knew all too well what her clitoris looked like it was a dainty pink nub about the size of pea nestled right at the top of her pussy that when stimulated went rock hard, adjoining it were two very thin inner lips each only about a centimetre long that just about reached down to the top of her opening but her vaginal geography had never prevented her from orgasming in fact quite the opposite. Even at 41 Ashley was still tight down below although regularly in use with Matthew her love hole had never been stretched beyond normal use, Matthew's average sized penis had never posed a problem in that area and since they had never had children Ashley knew she could match any 18 year old in that department.

Now all she could do is watch as the woman standing between her raised legs easily pushed the first two fingers of her right hand deep into her cleft, Ashley felt the woman's fingers reach her inner limit just as the soft pad of the woman's thumb pressed onto her exposed clit, Ashley tried as hard as she could to prevent the gasp that escaped from her mouth but it was impossible, the woman's fingers began to move inside her stimulating the walls of her love tunnel while the woman's thumb began to work her clitty bud in a circular motion on the outside. Within seconds Ashley's clitoris had filled with blood and achieved its rock had stimulated state and it felt so good. As the waves of pleasure pulsed through her quim the woman asked

"When did you cum last?"

Somewhere in her mind the question registered as strange to Ashley and instinctively she lied 

"Monday night." as the woman continued to finger fuck her expertly, god she wanted to, no NEEDED to cum now but somehow she was being held just at the edge by the woman.

"Who made you cum?" was the next question and Ashley uttered her husbands name,

"Did he finger fuck you like this?" 

"No!"she replied shaking her head still enjoying the sensations rolling through her body

"Do you want him to?" 

But all Ashley could do was nod in the affirmative. Without any warning the woman's fingers began to work Ashley's g-spot again and she increased the pressure on her clitoris, automatically Ashley began to buck her hips in time with the woman's finger movement in order to hasten her peak but there was no need, after being held so long at the point of cumming the woman finally pushed her over the edge. Ashley cried loudly as she came her pussy convulsing around the fingers inside her and gripping them as if they were a cock and encouraging it to fill her, she closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her as her juices began to ooze from her quim. Still lost in her post orgasm haze she barley noticed that the woman had slipped out her fingers causing more of her love oil to leak from her open cunny.

Neither did she notice that once gain the chair was turning to face the mirror until she had regained enough of her senses, now Ashley faced the glass with legs open and quim soaked from her own cum, rivulets of her juices had began to trickle from the base of her quim down towards her back entrance and the whole of her pussy glistened with her juices, as she continued to breathe deeply she hardly seemed to care any more.




Needs become Wants become Real



"Do you think she is hiding anything further?" the mechanical voice crackled to which the woman replied 

"Undoubtedly, yes."

"Then find out!" the voice crackled. 

Once again the chair was moved back to it's original position and the woman stood between Ashley's legs she pushed on the inside of the right ankle restraint with two clicks the restraint opened outwards opening Ashley's right leg wider, the woman did the same with the left leaving Ashley's legs spread open about four inches wider in total. As the woman bent forwards to inspect her handy work she spoke again for all to hear 

"That will do nicely such a shame to hide that lovely clitoris away now we can all see."

Ashley blushed at the woman's taunt and was ill prepared for what happened next, as she watched the woman moved away she heard her call

"Officer Randall!"

Immediately she heard footsteps behind her approaching until the young policeman came into view, passing the side of the chair he took up the woman's place between Ashley's open legs. The woman leaned forward as spoke to Ashley again

"This is officer Randall and he has a gift of finding out what we want to know." 

Turning she nodded to the young policeman who knelt down and instantly began to lick Ashley's exposed pussy. Once again Ashley tried to protest but it was no use, she had quickly accepted the woman's abuse of her but this was different, only three men had ever performed oral sex on her, none of whom were her husband, but at least she had some semblance of familiarity with them and was consenting, this was a complete stranger to whom she had never even spoken licking her out.

The trouble was that her orgasm had made her very sensitive and eager for more and as the young policeman's tongue slowly licked the juice from the base of her pussy and made its way towards her clitty her body's needs once again over-ruled her mind. Ashley let out a cry of pleasure as the tip of the man's tongue touched her rock hard bud for the first time, her hips rose to meet it as best they could, instinctively she knew they were going to make he come again and while helpless to prevent it, she wanted it oh so much. 

"So you came last on Monday?" the woman asked and Ashley nodded.

"Did you cum because you were having you pussy licked?"

"No!" 

Ashley gasped as the young officers tongue explored the entrance to her tunnel. 

"But you like having your pussy licked don't you?" continued the woman.

"Hmmm yes" was all that Ashley could muster.

"Does Matthew lick your pussy?" came next and Ashley shook her head.

"No he won't do it."

The young policeman now placed his hands firmly on her hips to control her movement and hold her in place just where he wanted her.

"Then I don't get it how do you know you like your pussy being licked if your husband doesn't do it to you?" 

Ashley's head was swimming she couldn't comprehend what had been said, she tried to mumble some sort of response but nothing of substance came out, instead the woman commanded the young officer Randall to 

"Finish her!" loudly.

The young policeman did as he was told with relish, concentrating his oral work on Ashley's rock hard and stimulated clitty, a combination of his saliva and her juices made the whole area around her cunny sodden, Ashley began to cry aloud a series of "yes's" combined with breathless gasps and moans as she neared her orgasm. The policeman's grip on her waist tightened as she tried to ride his face making sure his tongue did not lose contact with her clitty and with two more passes of his tongue Ashley exploded, for the second time in five minutes her juices flowed from high up in her lithe body as she came, once again she could feel the inner muscles of her quim convulsing but this time there was nothing to grip onto inside her, while her lungs gasped for air as her peak subsided. The young policeman moved away from between her legs and the chair began to turn again to face the glass and Ashley hoped whoever was behind this was enjoying the show she was being forced to put on. The chair had barely stopped moving when the mechanical voice crackled again 

"Get the rest from her!"

Instantly the chair turned back to it's normal position before Ashley felt the seat being raised and again she heard footsteps approaching from behind, this time the burly black policeman came into view, the woman nodded to him and he began to unfasten his trousers, the woman pulled the right restraint through a series of clicks until it would go no further before doing the same to the left, Ashley's legs were spread so wide she though her joints would pop from her hips she turned her head back around to see the black officer standing there naked from the waist down and stroking the longest and thickest penis she had ever seen, it must have been nine inches long and as thick as her wrist. Ashley shook her head and begged for them to stop she knew he was going to fuck her with that monster and it would tear her apart.

"Officer Fellows, if you please" said the woman and he stepped forward.

Ashley watched as the black policeman slipped back his foreskin to reveal a massive bulbous head, she tried to move but it was no use, then policeman guided his massive member up against he labia and as Ashley cried 

"No please!" he pushed his end through her opening and into her cunny. 

The size of the head stretched Ashley's tight quim to it's limit and she gasped loudly as the black invader began it's journey into her, she could feel her tunnel being spread as the huge member inch by inch began to fill her up, Ashley felt no pain as the huge penis stretched her pussy her soaking slot had made the huge dicks passage somewhat easier, but surely there was no way she could take all of it, she was already full and it was only going to get wider as it went in further, finally it's head reached the top of her love sheath and Officer Fellows stopped pushing.

"When did you come last?" asked the woman, 

"Mmmonday."

"Are you sure?" she continued before nodding to the policeman who promptly with drew his cock before sliding it all the way back in to Ashley again making her squeal with shock and pleasure 

"We will find out one way or the other."

Officer Fellows repeated his last action and this time Ashley felt her tunnel give as the seventh inch of Officer Fellows cock drove home again Ashley cried out as her inner lips were brushed up against the thick rod as it travelled all the way out and back in again. The woman asked again 

"When did you come last?" as officer Fellows completed another fuck cycle in Ashley's ever stretching pussy 

"Last night" she yelled as she enjoyed the sensation of being used in the way she was, 

"Who made you come?"

the woman persisted as she nodded to Officer Fellows to stop fucking Ashley and remove his cock from her, which he did allowing Ashley Lever to get the breath

"Andreas, a guy I met in the hotel"

"Did he finger fuck you like I did?"

"Yes!" replied Ashley now unable to resist the questioning

"Did he lick your pussy like Officer Randall?"

"Ah - ha."

"Did he make you come like Officer Randall?" Ashley nodded 

"Did you like it?"

"Yes." Ashley replied now ashamed of the answers she was giving

"Did Andreas fuck you?"

"Yes."

"In which position?"

"Lots of them."

"Did you come for him?"

"Yes over and over."

"Did he come in you?

"Yes, twice."

"Did he soddomise you?" Ashley face flushed puce 

"No!"

"Why did you let him do these things?"

"I needed it."

"I see, do you need it now, do you need fucking?"

"Yes."

The woman nodded to Officer Fellows and immediately he began to insert his massive penis back into Ashley's sopping pussy, in one long stroke he buried the remaining two inches into Ashley forcing her cunny to give even more. For her part Ashley yelled out as once more the black monster invaded her body, she felt stuffed to the limit and that anytime now he would split her in half, but it felt good. Officer Fellows began to pick up the pace and Ashley gasped, moaned or cried aloud with every stroke she could feel a massive orgasm building and watching closely both the woman and Officer fellows could see the thick white streaks of fanny juice covering his cock as he pistoned in and out of Ashley, her juices were beginning to squirt from the bottom of the pussy and running down between her arse checks, the closer Ashley got to her peak the more she yelled

"Fuck me yes, oh fuck yes!" all her control gone, she broke. 

Ashley came like she had been electrocuted her body frozen in time until her pussy let go all of his juice, she shuddered violently on the thick black cock and a river for cum spewed from her all over her black tormentor, breathless and sweating she tried to come down from her high but Officer Fellows was continuing to fuck her through her climax with two more strokes of his cock she came again and two more after that another climax tore through her, wanton with lust she urged Officer Fellows to fuck her harder until she felt that huge bulbous head inside her body twitch and pump the biggest wad of cum her tormented, aching and sopping wet love pot had ever taken. Somewhere in her haze she heard the mechanical voice say 

"Move her." 

and she felt Officer Fellows slip his softening staff from her exhausted body and a deluge of his cum and her juice dribbled from her now gaping quim. Ashley felt the chair turn to face the mirror her legs wide, pussy spread as wide open as it would go and dripping and soaking from being fucked until she had broken and lost any remaining self control. After a few seconds the mechanical voice crackled again

"Turn her back and leave us". 

The chair turned and Ashley could hear the footsteps fading and the door open, then she heard the sound of new footsteps and a man she recognised appeared in the space between her legs, Matthew her husband.

Ashley was so shocked and confused she couldn't speak other than to say his name, she watched as her husband appraised her and the situation, she felt ashamed that she had begged to be fucked by stranger, had admitted sleeping with another man and most of all the condition that her husband was looking at her in, covered with sweat, legs akimbo and another mans sperm and her juices oozing from her and forming a sticky mess on the chair below. Matthew said nothing as he produced a scissors from his trouser pocket and proceeded to cut open Ashley's dress right up the middle until it was completely in half, he pushed the material aside exposing her tits for the first time, her pale pink nipples stood erect and waiting to be toyed with. Satisfied with his work he unfastened his trousers to reveal his erection, Ashley who had still said nothing watched has her husband ran his fingers over her quim covering them in the mixed juices of his wife's humiliation and then coated his cock with them. Slick with her juices he stepped forward between her legs lined up his cock with Ashley's cum covered arse and pushed it inside. Ashley yelled as her husband's cock muscled its way into her rear, she had never had anal sex before and the pain she felt as he drove deeper made her eyes water. He waited for her to get used to the feeling before beginning to fuck her gently. Mercifully the fire burning in her back passage was extinguished when after only a few strokes Matthew shot his load into her virgin arse hole and withdrew his cock.

As Matthew redressed Ashley spoke up 

"This was you? You did this? Why?" 

At first he didn't answer he simply began to move Ashley's leg restraints closer together and then freed her ankles, just before he opened the wrist restraints he looked at Ashley and replied, 

"Because you wanted to be fucked hard, because you wanted to be taken and have your pussy licked, and because...you talk in your sleep!"