I’d been lonely so long and tired of my dildos and fingers. I needed a man. Needed to feel a pulsating throbbing cock deep inside me. The guys at work were ugly small time losers complete idiots. They’d cackle and jeer full of boyish bravado but as soon as I stuck my tits out and stared them down they’d back off like little boys. I live in a small town and since my husband left I hadn’t been out once. I was cock hungry but not desperate if you get my drift. It was one lonely night one hand down my wet panties the other on my mouse that I saw the Fling banner. Just what I needed at the time a Fling – no holes barred sex – fucking and fun.

I’d always thought dating sites and agencies were for complete losers. The women tired and just this side of alcoholism and the men sweaty, fat with reddened tiny pricks. But this site looked different – much different. It openly stated a Fling was in the offing. That night the promise of a hard cock between my tits made me wetter than I’d ever been. And once in bed I fingered myself deep and hard. My middle finger probed in and out and flicked across my twitching clit. I sucked my wet sticky fingers tasting myself for the first time in years. As my body arched and quivered and the waves roared I pinched my nipple until my eyes watered. I’m getting wet now just thinking about that orgasm.

It was the night after I eagerly switched on my pc. It was almost like a date. I felt like a nervous giggly girl. As if to add to the anticipation I’d showered and put on my favourite lingerie. My pussy was pulsing as I signed up to Fling and gazed at all the guys. So young so hot so fucking handsome. For a while I checked out my competition. The girls were gorgeous – what hope did I have I thought. There were so many and all like me eager to meet Mr Right. Or Mr Wrong – the man that would wine dine and 69 them haha.

After what seemed an age and in between gently feeling my damp pussy I decided on my Fling. He wasn’t my normal taste but there was something about his profile that stood out. He seemed funny charming and above all easy. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans and the promise that if things worked out and he wanted to make contact, I might soon be unzipping him releasing his cock and taking the swollen tip into my mouth.

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We had only been dating a few weeks. He was one of those rare guys with a strange mix of sensitivity & manliness. He always seemed to know what to say how to behave. He was assertive without seeming overly hostile. He was the type of man who really went for what he wanted in all aspects of his life – with more confidence than arrogance.

And while I hate to admit it I was in awe of him. This man organised me directed me toward the outcome he desired. The places we visited the food we ate even the clothes I wore. Then & now being controlled albeit kindly while it didnt rest easy with this previously assertive independent woman was also weirdly nice.

Oh & the sex was amazing. It had been very different with guys previously & the years of taking the lead having the upper hand being the leader so to speak had lost its pull. In honesty I had grown tired of having all the power being looked up to being the princess bitch. In bed on the floor in the car in public toilets wherever he decided we were going to fuck wherever it was the sex we had left me totally spent.

This man was an Oscar winner director & I had begun to become dependent upon it. I mean he would tell me exactly what to do – how to remove my clothes how to stand. He would position me always to his liking move me slightly this way or that. He was methodical & I loved it. There was one afternoon when he called me to work & told me to meet him at his house in half an hour. He didn’t ask he told me. Of course I immediately left work made my way top his house as directed I even stood at the door waiting to be invited in.

Anyway he took me upstairs told me to remove only my bottom half of clothing ordered me onto the bed – licked me to the point of orgasm & left. I was demented ready to explode. But having been trained well when e told me to stay exactly where I was & not to move or touch myself I obeyed. It was two hours before he returned that day to finish what he started & before he did he sat on the other side of the room talking business on his phone & looked pleased that I had done what he asked & even more happy that I had been at his command – sexually simmered for a long time.

Anyway I really want to tell the story of the ultimate night which with hindsight was likely what I had been groomed for all the time. We had been out for dinner where again he phoned in advance to tell me what to wear – ordered my food directed the conversation & wound down the evening when he wanted to. In the car on our return to his house he told me how impressed he was with me I had apparently been perfectly compliant I was one of his best girls.

There was little unusual about things when we returned except that we stayed downstairs. He sat on the chair directed me to the sofa & told be to turn round & lift my skirt up. I did & on it went. Pull you pants down a little………….bend over……..open your lips so I can see……….touch your clit………bend over some more………open yourself real wide ……..

I did exactly what he said. When he came close to me & started to wank I even resisted touching him because he had told me I mustn’t. You really are a good girl………a beautiful woman………you always do as I say & that pleases me. I want you to look closely as I wank…….see how I do it ………know the moves exactly……….remember you must know exactly how to do it.

I watched intently though I had watched him work his cock so many times that I knew precisely how he liked it. I was desperate to touch him after all he had told me that I was the only one who could wank him as well as he did. But tonight I wasn’t allowed & my frustration was intense.

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He wasn’t the best looking bloke I had ever seen but his coyness & delicate shyness turned me on & he was kind of cute in a juvenile way! Ok he had only come to fit the shower probably his first job unsupervised & perhaps his plumbing skills could have been better. But this meek young lad barely out of school was a prize to behold. I mean nicely so. He was polite his mother had clearly taught him good manners. He watched his Ps & Qs & so did I. Though I hoped beneath the nice boy lurked a man.

He was slow too really methodical with is work. Every thing he did was checked & rechecked. Mostly he wasnt aware I was watching him & I did some odd stuff just to catch a glimpse. Sorted laundry in the adjacent room rearranged the airing cupboard cleaned the paintwork all these mindless chores gave me a few minutes to watch him to loose myself to imagine his firmness while all the time I got hotter & wetter. Me at my age – peeping through the door to catch the sight of this delightful young man & my children at school! What a sight he was though & such vivid images just drove me crazy. I was like a crazy horny teenager though I liked the way this subtle voyeurism made me feel.

As he bent down to rummage in his tool box I could see the definition in the muscles in his back & arms. I could tell though that his thighs were firm & likely strong enough to fuck me standing up for the longest of times. What a horny thought that was. I was fed up with unsatisfactory sex. And while I wasn’t averse to seeking out satisfaction elsewhere if the opportunity arose I rarely did. Instead I had learned to rely upon my imagination my touch & my dildo. Okay so I can touch myself to orgasm better than almost anyone but the cold plastic dildo did little to satisfy my need for warm firm cock inside of me.Thats what woke me in the small hours on a regular basis in a total frenzy.

He cleaned up after himself & as I sat on my bed peeping through the door even watching him wash his hands moistened my already soaking pussy. Sitting sideway on my bed looking at him my hands caressed my breasts. He couldn’t see me. As he did his work my imagination reeked havoc & as temptation got the better of me I allowed my hand to pull my pants aside slipping my finger gently along my pulsating lips tracing a gentle line up & allowing my finger to rest easily on my swollen clitoris. I didnt even have to move it the throbbing intensified my finger still on the delicious swelling. I could feel the juice begin to drip down onto my ass.

My finger began to move making gentle vertical small strokes so lightly over my clitoris. Teasing myself feeling the swelling increase – I was becoming more & more excited until I pulled my pants off lay back a little opened my lips & began to stroke myself more frenetically. He worked moving across the bathroom to get his tools. I knew it was only a matter of time before he caught a glimpse. Then it happened. He blushed fumbled with his work & tried to carry on but I knew that by now he would be hard. Watching him trying not to watch me while I worked myself what a trip that was. But he was stubborn & even when I began to whimper he ignored me.

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It was a hot day the sun beat down on me. Beads of sweat ran down between my breasts & even the loose cotton skirt seemed to stick to my thighs. A sticky wet patch from my crotch seeped onto the back of my skirt & despite the heat was slow to dry. I like to watch guys in the park all kinds of them. The guys walking their dogs who took courage from the company of their mutt gave a sideways flirtatious glance but scuttled off quickly when my eyes met theirs. The groups of lads playing football – very brave & loud in their little pack but no balls really.Then there were the guys with their wives & girlfriends these I liked best of all. A little too afraid to look in a brazen way yet I knew they wanted it.

The heat made me even more horny than usual. My fuck radar was on overdrive someone was fucking getting it. I strolled around the garden flower beds apart from older men far too interested in the wildlife – no one that made me throb was about I wanted young blood. I walked by the pond mostly couples with babies in pushchairs. My juices were flowing but I wasn’t optimistic of success. I headed to the public toilets to do it myself.And there he was a sweet faced young guy just coming out of the mens toilet. I clocked him straight away approached immediately & asked for a light. He obliged then went to walk away.

Please dont go….I need some help…..I have been strung by a wasp & wondered if you would take a look & help me to apply some spray….The lad scanned around nervously…I am waiting for my girlfriend…Please… it wont take a minute…….but you will have to come into the ladies loo…the sting is in a private place & I don’t want to be embarrassed outside.The colour drained from his face but being a kind soul he agreed asking, Will it take long I really am in a hurry.
It wont take long at all……I smiled to myself?

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The air was tense with anticipation. They danced around one another – made small talk – though knowing that the inevitable long awaited tangling of their bodies was imminent.
She brushed past him & a throb began to pulse steadily between her legs. Trying to busy herself in the rituals of such encounters – the half baked etiquette of sexual liaisons. Though even then – the potential of delaying gratification though highly arousing – seemed unlikely. She has rehearsed this moment in her mind over years & particularly in the last two days. She wanted to be slow– methodical – determined & to tease him to the point of pain. But now she was there – she felt overtaken with passion – ready to disregard the replay of years of anticipation and stride him mercilessly.

She sat on his lap – their lips met – their tongues explored each others mouths with less of urgency and more ease than she had expected. His mouth met hers –gently they nibbled – licked & every once in a while – plunged their tongues to the point where she really couldn’t tell where her mouth ended &his began. Then intermittently slowing down again – readjusting the ferocity –gently kissing & their eyes met. They saw deep into each other that moment& they really should have known then – that this was something quite different. She felt him harden against her & their breathing hastened. Her nipples erect – the goose bumps on her neck & chest – made her shudder. And all the time – the wetness grew – the throbbing in her cunt intensified. Her pants so wet & she cold feel her lips begin to open. He lifted her onto the bed – the initial urgency of removing one another’s clothes subsided & they began to savour the undressing.

As they peeled away the layers – they both absorbed one another. Taking it all in – experiencing it through every sense. The feel of one another’s skin – his manliness – the ruggedness of his body hair – the briefest of glimpses of the tip of his cock – a little moist & shiny – as his pants fell to the floor. The slightly salty taste of his sweat as she passed her mouth over his neck – the feel of his breathing as it deepened. The smell of sex hung in the air like musk & she knew that they would touch each other deeply on every level.

As she lay back on the bed – half dressed on the top half – he slowly removed her panties. She neither faltered – nor covered herself up – nor sought the dark. The half light seeped through the curtains giving just enough illumination for him to inspect her. She wanted this man to explore every inch of her – to know her inside & out. She wanted to know that he would always know her cunt. Always be able to tell it was her. To be sure that it was safe. Strangely – both sexually & emotionally – she wanted to be vulnerable. She parted her legs – looked briefly in his eyes as if to say – ‘Its okay –whatever you do to me is okay’. He returned her gaze & they both knew that it was safe.

From her diagonal position across the bed – she watched as his mouth moved closer to her cunt. She felt as though she would burst – but she needed to see this moment – this instant when his mouth explored her – this erotic defining instant in time – their time. She watched as his tongue appeared from his lips– moved closer to her cunt & it met with her clitoris. She felt her hips move to meet him – her back arched & a deep but quiet sigh came from her mouth. He licked her cunt beautifully – his tongue gently but rhythmically darting across her clitoris. She swooned – the intensity distracted her &while she continued to look – the build up in her cunt took away her focus & she observed him lick her through a misty film of desire.

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The boss’ daughter settled in well. For a couple of weeks following her sexual initiation – she was a little coy. She worked very hard – was especially efficient – but she never mentioned the events of that night. Every once in a while I caught her looking at me when she thought I didn’t see her. Brief sideways glances – her face a little confused. I imagined she was embarrassed but I hoped when she remembered her awakening – her pants would be damp. Most of all I hoped that I had left her wanting more – hungry. Her coyness both infuriated me & turned me on. I wasn’t sure if this little vixen was genuinely embarrassed or if she was deliberately playing the little girl lost to drive me even wilder with desire. I was damned if I was going to make it easy for her – she would have to make the first move next time. I wanted the memory of what we had done to prompt her to come to me – to ask – to beg for more. I had plans for this girl – dirty plans. Her journey had hardly begun.

As for me – the images in my mind were a vivid as ever. I had lived off them for what felt like an eternity. Her initial apprehension – the first time I touched her – the way after a little licking her tight lips opened to greet my tongue – the small drops of wet trickling down her cunt – giving way to masses of shiny sweet juice. Night after night as I wanked myself to sleep – I relived it. The velvety feel of the inside of her tight cunt the first time I probed her & the look of sheer fear on her face as she came. These images tipped me over the edge to powerful orgasm every time I called them up – I hardly needed to touch myself. Man I was sure I could almost come only the memory alone. But I was becoming impatient.

We all worked like Trojans – the hours we put in were immense – the activity & sense of focus in the office was beyond anything I could remember. Though the bonuses we would get if we pulled this off – were massive & bar sex – money is a great motivator. Presenting the proposal was tense – I was nervous as hell – but I brought my cute little apprentice with me. My brief after all had been to expose her to all aspects of the business & though it irked me to admit it – I had given her a lot of menial tasks. I told her just to watch & learn. Her eyes flashed in recognition – hadn’t I said that before? My performance in the board room was fantastic – they were a tough group to convince & once or twice I struggled. Then just before I wound up – my cute little helper piped up. I could feel my blood pressure rise – I had told her to say nothing – to keep quite.

But this babe delivered like a true professional & unless I was mistaken – she called upon her sexual charm to convince the bunch of uptight wankers to go with us. Waiting outside the boardroom while they considered – I looked at her knowingly. She smiled back – straightened her blouse & gently brushed my tits as she moved by. One day this woman would be a mover – competition for me. The outcome – we won the bid. The celebrations after these things were great. Crates of champagne – everyone letting their hair down – a real no holds barred party. Me I had only two things on my mind. Rediscovering the feel of her pussy & sacking the lazy smart assed wanker who had contributed little.

I had intended to do the latter first – but fuck my juices were flowing & when I stepped away from the celebrations into my office for a moment & saw her sitting there – my priorities shifted. The look on her face told me that she wanted me too. Wasting no time I took her hands & stood her up. Slowly opening her buttons to reveal her pert tits – I looked at her intensely. Making no move to touch her I waited – watched. “Touch me” she muttered. Man I had wanted to hear that for weeks. Taking her nipples in my mouth – her breathing quickened – her nipples hardened in my mouth. This shy girl had blossomed in more ways than one & would you believe it – she took the lead – gave the orders.

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Like choosing a holiday viewing houses starts off with great excitement. Trawling the paper & internet making shortlists all initially bring such exhilaration. You start imagining being on that beach with its rich turquoise water or creating a culinary masterpiece in that contemporary kitchen. As you continue on the quest you find the hotel you want is fully booked the beach is shingle not sand & the reviews are less than favourable. Its been a bit that way with the house quest. Sometime its clear before you walk in that it isn’t right.

More often then not thought its the estate agents that cause the most hassle. Smug pompous upstarts that think they are real men when mostly – they are just wee boys. All you want them to do is open the door & let you take a bloody look around the house. But no they give you all the bullshit spiel about the fittings the oak flooring etc.

So after months of house hunting wasting time looking at houses that had they told the truth about I would never have bothered to view my tolerance was at particularly low ebb. That day an agent called to tell me about a house that was just what I was looking for an absolute must he said. I arranged to meet him there after work.

I had a bitch of a day busy as hell nothing went quite right & really all I wanted to do was go home soak in a bath & fuck my man senseless. Though I have to admit having pissed off to a stag night – he hadnt actually helped my mood. I could imagine it all – too much beer all lads talk & stuffing fivers in the knickers of sluts in seedy strip joints seemed crazy – when he could be home fucking me. His loss? The traffic was dreadful the rain beat against the windscreen & making it across town in time for the viewing was such a rush. I made it only a few minutes late.

The house was in darkness & no one was there. I waited in the car for 20 minutes before the agent finally weighed in. I tell you I was livid.
I hadn’t seen this guy before he must have been new. Certainly if his attire was anything to go by the boy was certainly trying to look the part. He must have taken a mortgage to buy his suit. A bit too glitzy for my taste & the smell of aftershave overpowered me.

Please I thought silently to myself keep it brief & cut the bullshit. But true to form he launched into agent speak before we had got through the front door. Did I want to hear about the original features like hell I didn’t. I just wanted to look in each room & get the hell home. If my man wasn’t there my dildo sure was & I needed an orgasm before sleep. Why change the habit of a lifetime? Looking at the young guy I found myself though irked feeling quite sorry for him. He had to say his bit & I guess I had to listen. As we carried on through the house I realised that while it may have potential it was not the must see I had been promised. So I turned off looked at what I need to & let him carry on.

As we completed the tour he was keen to know my impressions & seemed quite desperate that I make an offer. Explaining that it was okay but not for me I watched as his expression changed from enthusiastic to absolute disappointment. The boy was glum. He sat down on the dining room chair his head dropped to his hands & he sighed. Turns out that he hadn’t made a sale in 6 months this was his final chance. If he didn’t sell this house to me he was out of a job. He pleaded & begged that I make an offer. The bottom line was that the boy was willing to do anything to make a sale. The onslaught continued it seems I was his last chance & again he reiterated that he would do whatever I wanted if only would consider it.

My libido & conscious had been having an argument since the begging started. After all a cute young guy – still wet behind the ears offering whatever I wanted just so long as his kept his job was too much for me. As my head went into overdrive & my pussy began to throb I realised that while I was a sympathetic woman I was hornier that I would ever be sympathetic.As I met his gaze he understood that it wasn’t the practical stuff like getting me a good mortgage deal or repairing my car I had in mind. The boys face flushed he wriggled in the seat & stammered a bit. So – how was I going to play this I pondered though only briefly. Having the upper hand with an estate agent was such a novelty I knew I would milk this boy dry & there was no place for coyness that night.

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You know what its like having someone to stay for the evening seems a good idea when you are chatting in the phone. You make a date weeks in advance & before you know it – the weekend is upon you. Its usually the day before that the dread sets in & the amount of work & preparation involved dawns on you. It was a bit like that.We had invited my old friend for the night. I hadn’t seen her for years my other half had never met her & just at the last minute she announces that she is bringing her new guy.

She could be hard work at the best of times very highly strung & prone to drama. The weather was crap so a BBQ was out of the question. There was nothing else for it but to write a bloody menu trawl the shops & get prepared. My other half wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. He isnt the most social of guys & not really the dinner party type. I had so much to do before they arrived I asked him to clean up while I went shopping. It really was the very least he could do after the blowjob I’d given him the night before.

And isn’t it just the way that you cant get what you want & have to go elsewhere. More time more stress going from shop to shop. I was really beginning to wish I hadn’t invited them at all. Two hours later I had all I needed & while I had a lot of cooking to do never mind taking a shower & getting ready at least I didn’t have to clean the house as well. I pulled up outside the house opened the door & shouted for help with the bags. No answer. I went in the house was as it had been when I left untidy & in need or a clean & my other half was nowhere to be seen. Nice of him though to leave a note! My mates had a bit of hassle gone to the pub to help him out will tidy up when I get back wont be long. Bastard I shouted. And with all I have to do today.

I was bloody mad at him livid in fact. But time was running out & I had to get organised. He rarely let me down but wouldn’t it just be that day that he had to be the bloody hero? I chopped grated mashed marinade peeled braised & flambéed. It was coming together & I felt really quite proud.

No sign of him though I was too stubborn to phone so got stuck into the cleaning & by 5pm the only thing that wasn’t sparkling was me. No time for a soak I stepped out of my clothes & under the hot water. I was tired weary & more often than not my man would wait until I had soap in my eyes & step in beside me. Okay I had grown to expect it hardly a surprise.

But you know I never tired of it. He took me places every time – the way he slid his hands over my breasts from behind – feeling his hardness against my ass as he turned me to face the wall. I loved our showers together for me a shower & an orgasm went hand in hand. So that day I was exhausted cross with him for letting me down & more in need of an orgasm that I had been for a long time. And I hadn’t even the time to please myself though for a moment I did allow my fingers to explore my soapy pussy. But with little time to spare I stopped before the point of no return dried myself off & set about getting ready.

Even oiling my skin sent a tingle over me I was surely in need that evening. God I could have cancelled the visitors in an instant but it was too late now & too rude. I allowed myself a few moments to dress. I loved to dress slowly taking care to pull my silk stocking up to just the right place the seam neatly at the back that sexy line that sometimes my mans tongue traced deliberately from my feet to the stocking tops. I loved to feel the soft white skin between the stocking tops & my pants to look at the shape my pussy lips made in my soft knickers. I liked the bulge the silhouette of my lips it turned me on & it sure as hell turned him on.

So where the hell was he when I needed him? He was fucking getting it tonight though if he didn’t show soon I was going to look a right stupid bitch with the table set for four & only three of us. I had been trying not to think too much about meeting my friends new guy. She had been out with some bloody wasters in her time I had a feeling the evening was going to be really hard going. And with them sleeping over I would have to suffer breakfast too. Looking at my watch I realised they would be arriving in fifteen minutes. I was beginning to be really pissed off no sign of my man & our guests arrival imminent.

The door opened & in he rolled. Drunk laughing & flirting like a loon. Okay he had picked up a bunch of half dead flowers on the way back by means of an apology but I was mad with him. Though despite being irked I couldn’t help but smile. He had that effect on me but sometimes I could have slapped him. Being too direct didn’t work with him tell him strongly not to do something & you can be sure that he will do exactly what you would prefer him not to do. So I kissed him gently & asked him in a very low key way to not be too full on this evening. After all he hadn’t met my mate & neither of us had met her guy.Our guests arrived on time the usual pre dinner drinks polite conversation & soon we were sitting down to the first course.

My mates man was actually quite nice not bad looking & he certainly seemed to have had a calming effect on my friend – though he did have a tendency to indulge in over serious topics of conversation which were a bit droll at times. If you haven’t already guessed this was just the trigger my man needed to take the piss mercilessly. Every serious sentence was met with a quip. I tried hard to keep the conversation level but after a while I knew there was no stopping it & I struggled not to join in & tease madly. The wine was going fast then the brandy & all the while my man got drunker & more outrageous. Strange as it may seem I found myself consumed with thoughts of winding the evening down politely taking my man to bed & fucking him senseless. I was still mad with him for being such a bloody liability but this man turned me on so much & even when I imagined an angry fuck when we lay together & he touched me only the way he could my intentions of being quite the bully usually disappeared.

By midnight everyone was full up & a natural time to bid goodnight. It was obvious to me as well that they too wanted to be alone. So a relatively early night suited us all. I showed them to their room let it be known discreetly to my man I expected some serious loving & I would meet him in bed in a few minutes. I spent a short time clearing up although the throb in my loins distracted me enough to leave the bulk of it until morning. I cleaned my teeth & slipped my dress off in the bathroom. Opening the bedroom door I was greeted by thunderous snores. Man it was deafening. I could hardly believe it. I shook him poked & prodded flicked & pinched but he was not for waking. My expectations had been raised my nipples erect cunt juicy & no man.

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