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The Adventures of Cassandra

I had that feeling again at work. I’d been flirting, chatting online, then I realized I was squeezing my legs together. My pussy was hot again. Sometimes I swear I think about sex more than anyone I know. Even guys, and that's saying a lot. Without conscious thought, I started looking around at my coworkers like they were pieces of meat. How big would his cock be? What would his expression be if I were down on my knees sucking his dick? Thinking like that only made that heat worse. Fuck.

Another day of going home, locking myself in my bedroom, and getting myself off by myself. Great. The batteries ought to be going dead and my vibrator should be wearing down from how much I use it. Later maybe my boyfriend will help. That thought used to excite me, but not any more. These days’ thinking about him is just frustrating. How can I put it, just no passion? And I don't mean romance either. Even when he does a good job, it’s like I'm a job he that he's bored with or something. Not like it used to be. There’s none of the passion and excitement of a new relationship. I remember once when we first started dating, and we went out to dinner at a crowded place near my house. We were sitting very closely together in a booth. I was wearing a skirt that really showed off my curves. He brushed my thigh and when he felt how smooth and soft it was, started rubbing it. Then he took my hand and boldly rested it on his cock. When I felt his huge erection, I started rubbing through his pants. Then he moved his hand back to my thigh and up under my skirt. When he felt how wet he’d made me, he slipped his finger under the leg band and put his finger in my soaking cunt.

After a few minutes of this, neither of us could take anymore, so we decided to explore the restaurant for a place for a quickie. Not wanting to use the bathroom because it stunk, we found an unlocked supply closet and ducked into there.

My boyfriend was so aroused that as soon as the door closed, he callously turned me around in the dark and cruelly held my hands behind my back. After pulling my skirt down with his teeth, he started licking and biting my thighs and licking my cunt, getting my juice all over his face. He stood up, pushed me against the wall. Then he roughly forced my legs apart and rammed his huge cock into my cunt from behind. With his hand twisted cruelly in my hair, he started thrusting in and out so hard that he kept slamming me into the wall.

When he cummed inside, it felt like a volcano erupted and filled me with hot molten lava.

Then we put ourselves back together, casually went back to our table and finished our meal. I miss that kind of spontaneity and passion.

As usual I couldn't clear my head. But god dam it, I didn't WANT to clear my head. I want just once to be satisfied, completely satisfied. Why not? I'm not married. I'm not dead. I've got decent breasts, eager mouth, and insatiable pussy. What guy wouldn't like that? Even just once… hum. Once. Okay. I pulled up the local casual hookup page, and before I could have second thoughts I posted: “32YO SWF. How do you satisfy someone insatiable? If you know, contact me.”

There, I thought as I closed the window, and got back to work. Think about something else. Relight.

Emails started pouring in. God can’t people spell anymore. I wonder if they're even out of high school. Then one that caught my eye.

"Satisfaction Anonymous: We guarantee complete and total satisfaction. We'd be happy to take you as a client. Please fill out the following questionnaire. “

I actually laughed, a joke maybe? Who would set up a company like that? The questionnaire asked things like fantasies, how many times a day I masturbated, how many times in a row I liked sex, that kind of stuff. Fine, you asked, I answer. Bet these numbers will surprise you.

A couple hours later I was sick of work and eager to get out of there. Twenty minutes left. At least there was no one at home. I could lock the door and get myself off in front of the TV. Yea, for porn, huh? I checked my email one more time.

"Satisfaction Anonymous: If you were honest in our survey and require immediate assistance, we have an opening today at 6pm. Specify if a neutral location or your home is preferred."

You got to be kidding, right? I'm betting there's some teenager feeling really clever about this crap. I can scare him off though. I replied with a big YES, and gave my home address. Dare you to show up, I thought.

I drove home thinking about my ad. Could I really do it with some random person? You bet I could. My current boyfriend proves that everything is better the first time or two. Besides, what's the difference between that and a plastic toy? Of course, a real cock is more exciting, and a lot less pathetic, without the hang up of a relationship to screw things up. If the guy shows up, I’ll bet it’ll be amazing. Yeah, yeah I could do it. Someday.

I got home to my empty house, stripped out of my clothes and got on a nightgown. I got nowhere to go anyway, might as well be ready for bed. Grabbed my bag of toys and flipped on the TV. I had just fingered my clit enough to slide my big toy in when the doorbell rang. Shit! I grabbed the remote and hit mute. Who the hell…? Oh, wait, that punk kid with the ‘business.’ " Wow, he's got balls, I’ll give him that. I smiled. All right, little boy, I'll show you what you wanted.

I flung the door open, standing there in just the nightgown. Half a second too late I realized it could have been a relative, but no, I don't know this guy.

GULP. Crap, this was no kid; it was a GUY, a tall black guy. He was very handsome, standing 6-foot 2, with an athletic frame, and his dark skin magnifying his muscles. When I saw him, I immediately thought of ‘Hawk’ from the old ‘Spencer for Hire’ TV series. I got weak in the knees just looking at him. As he checked out my breasts through the thin lace of my nightgown, he smiled as he asked, "Hi, are you Cassandra?" I just stared at him like a dummy. "I hope so," came another voice behind him. Oh, damn, he was also a six foot black guy with FRIENDS, who were also getting an eyeful.

"Yes?" I finally managed to stutter. This gang was looking at me standing there in the doorway like, well, like how I looked at guys at work. In spite of the cold air making my nipples stick out like erasers, I could feel my face and my cunt getting hot. Damn my supercharged sex drive.

The black guy smiled wider, and said, "We're from Satisfaction Anonymous." When he leaned forward to put his lips near my ear, my breathing stopped. "And it looks like we're just in time."

"What?" I stammered as the big black guy took my arm and led me back inside.

"I'm Michael. I can answer all your questions later but right now we need to get to work." My heart was pounding as he moved my toy bag and sat me on the couch. As he moved my toy bag, I’d swear I saw him smirk at my favorite big one that I was about to use.

"Let's get you ready," Michael said. Before I realized what was going on, he stood in front of me and expertly pulled my nightgown over my head. I couldn't believe this was happening. When Michael put his hands on my ankles, I started breathing so hard it felt like panting. "Relax," he said as he propped my legs up on the couch so that I was spread wide open. With a little smile, he planted a firm but almost polite kiss on my slit.

Suddenly my pussy was on fire and I was aching for release. I'd already gotten myself going before, now this was something out of a fantasy. I tried to grab his head and keep it there. But Michael laughingly pulled away, as he chimed, "Not yet, Cassandra."

As he took my hand and stepped aside, I realized that someone was else was standing there. No, I saw, not someone, but five some ones. The crowd from outside was now in my house, and undressing. Then Michael lightly kissed my hand reassuringly as he told me to relax, that if I wanted to back out I could. With a smile, he gently squeezed my hand as the first one approached me.

He was maybe twenty-five with a smiling, eager face, brown hair, average build, and very naked. His cock was in his hand, so I couldn’t help staring at it. Unconsciously, I thought it must have been a myth about black men, because he was only about 4 ½-inches long, and it was already hard. My stomach felt tight, and my hands shook a little. As I watched, he stroked himself for a few seconds, eyes locked on my naked white skin. He was so close that I could see a tiny drop of pre-cum on the tip of its head. I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing. This is what I wanted, right? But I can't! Not like this. Not when? Suddenly I felt that strange cock gently rubbing up and down my clit, teasing the puff lips of my wet slit. My breath stopped. Time stopped, as he pushed his body onto me, avoiding my hole. It was like he was trying to fuck my clit and not my cunt. I think I felt Michael squeeze my hand again. Then it entered me.

I kept my eyes closed at first, like it was some kind of dream. The nameless guy pushed all the way in, then slowly started fucking me in a steady rhythm. My whole body quivered. I will never get over the feeling of a new cock inside me. If you aren't an experienced woman, you have no idea. Each one feels different. Each experience is amazing. As I smelled my own muskiness I began to feel intoxicated with lust, raw sexual lust.

After what only seemed like a few minutes, I felt he was going to cum. I didn't need to see his face to know. His grip on my thighs tightened, his legs got tense, and the strange dick inside me got even harder. Wait; wasn't he going to pull out? Shouldn't he be using a condom? What was I DOING?? My eyes shot open just in time to see his head tilt back. Then I felt that hot pumping stream empty inside me, filling me. In spite of myself my hands tightened their grip, Michael on one side, the couch on the other, suddenly I screamed "Mmmmm yeahhh!" as I cummed with this nameless guy. God, was that ME?

Sated, the guy pulled out. I could see a little cum dripped from his now soft skin as he stepped back. Before I could have another thought, another guy stepped forward and took his place. I felt my wet pussy lips part for another strange cock.

This guy was older. He was in great shape, but from his graying hair I guessed near 40. He looked like some kind of businessman. His thrusting was businesslike too, firm fast and no nonsense. Even though his cock felt a little bigger than the last guy, it slid easily in my soggy hole. He kept his hands behind his back like I'd seen in some porno films, just thrusting away. He slowed down a coupe times when he was going to cum, then started up again faster. I guess I wasn't too wet because when I felt my pussy tighten again to cum, he looked surprised for a second before he blew his load.

Almost before we both stopped cumming the businessman slipped out and was replaced. The newcomer had to be about nineteen. I got the impression of a skinny good-looking kid with a long cock that curved kind of upwards. Then my eyes were rolling back as he shoved it in me.

That cock was definitely bigger and hit just the right spot. I arched my back and tilted my hips. I wanted this kid to bang into my walls until I screamed.

He was definitely a younger guy. I got fucked like a jackhammer, effortlessly. With his force my clit was being pounded too. When I wrapped my legs around him, he put his big hands on my breasts and squeezed. My whole crotch felt soaked, sloppy. I felt like such a whore, a wonderful dirty insatiable nasty perfect whore. I felt the orgasm building. I closed my eyes. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. How could a piece of plastic and AA batteries compare to THIS? The young guy started ramming into my cunt faster and harder. No, wait, I want more! Not yet! Then he moaned and I felt his explosion. He kept moving slowly, pumping more and more into my overflowing snatch. Damn it I was right on the edge, almost there and this kid couldn't hold it in. I think I even whined because Michael chuckled and squeezed my hand again.

With a big satisfied grin, the kid pulled out. His long dick was coated like a glaze. I'd never seen that much cum before. I wonder how much of that was his? I felt warm wetness dribbling out of my sopping pussy. Making my inner thighs slippery.

Another replaced him. I'd lost count now but who cared? I was nearly there. When he got in position I wrapped my legs around him. His cock slid in me without needing any guiding. He started riding me. I felt more juice spurt out between us with each thrust. I didn't bother with details anymore. I stopped thinking. I didn't care who was fucking me anymore. I just wanted sweet release. That feeling began building again. I bucked my hips in time with his. I put his hand on my breasts and squeezed it there. I could feel his cock pounding in and out of me. I’d been cummed in so many times that my pussy was like an oil slick. But the excitement of this was taking over.

Then he stopped moving and grunted. "No!" I cried, “Not yet.” But he didn't seem to hear me. Ever so slightly I could feel a pulsing that wasn't me, adding another load of juice added to my oozing cunt. I shut my eyes trying to cling to the incomplete building orgasm inside me.

"Cassandra." Michael's voice, laughing. What was so goddamn funny? This was torture! I opened my eyes.

Michael had undressed. His cock was the biggest I'd seen, and more importantly, hard. Ready. And inches away from my hungry pussy.

"Are you ready to be satisfied?" he smiled.

Shamelessly, I graded Michael’s cock with both my hands, trying…

Shamelessly, I grabbed Michael's cock with both hands, trying to maneuver it into me. It was warm and oh so wonderfully thick! He chuckled again pulling my hands away. I whimpered again, language lost to me.

"No, it's time to have your fill, Cassandra. Come here."

My eyes went to his face for a split second then back to that beautiful veined mast of his. Some girls don't think cocks are attractive. In porn I guess I agree. But to have one in front of you, to touch it, to feel it reaction, is a bigger turn on to me than muscles or money. I let him lead me up off the couch. Gravity pulled gobs of liquid down the inside of my shaky legs. My thighs slid instead of chafing as I walked. I didn't care. My eyes couldn't stop following his big brown cock.

He sat down. His dick stuck straight up like a pole. I stood for a second transfixed. Michael waited patiently for a minute. Oh. That's MINE.

I climbed on his lap and lowered myself down on him cowboy style. Holy hell it felt good. I wonder now if it would have fit okay had I not been so lubed up. I felt him everywhere. Not just on my G-spot. Not just around my pussy lips. Not just against the back wall on my cervix. I felt him on all of those and more. Everywhere. That unfinished orgasm immediately started building again. I shifted slightly and felt like that was all I needed to do to. I could explode just from being impaled like this.

Fuck no; I'm not passing up this opportunity!

I started riding him. He lay still, letting me do the work. Oh, I can do the work here, I thought. In and out, up and down. I was afraid to grind my hips around like I normally love to. I didn't even think about touching my clit either. Maybe that had something to do with how big it was. It was so swollen that it was already brushing against Michael's pubes. He looked like he was concentrating, his eyes closed. Trying not to cum, is that the game? I smiled.

I leaned back and braced my hands on his legs, and really started fucking. I must feel like a tight little virgin to this guy, I thought. I pounded him like I was a teenager again. I threw caution away and ground circular motions, skating around on the sweat and cum between us. He smiled but stayed still. I clenched my pussy around him and went faster. That building inside me was off the charts, any second now. My game forgotten, I heard myself start crying out. "Yes- yes- YES- FUCK! YEES! Oh my GOD!!"

Leaning back further my body rocked with wave after wave of pleasure. After a second, somewhere deep inside me I felt a different throbbing, Michael shooting load after load of jizz into me. I swear I felt it hit inside me like a water gun. My head tipped all the way back now. My eyes closed, watching the fireworks of color and ecstasy flash behind my lids. It was like neither of us could stop cumming. We fed off each other, each jerk triggering another squirt and each shudder starting another spasm. I thought that young guy had come a lot, but he was nothing compared to Michael.

Finally I'd milked him for all he had. Even limp his cock felt great in me. I realized I was lying completely back now with my eyes still closed. The world spun in a hot, breathless way. I shifted a little and smiled. Think you can keep from cumming huh? I make EVERY guy cum. Hell, I just made five- no, four other guys fill my cunt with there, and suddenly something clicked in my head. 4? 5? I opened my eyes to look at the upside down room.

Eager guy, businessman, the young kid, and whoever that last one was had dressed and gone. One guy was left, still clothed. He'd been behind the others, then silent as I fucked Michael. It was now getting dark and my head was still swimming but there was something familiar about that guy. As I squinted he approached Michael and I in our post-colital sweaty panting bliss.

When he finally got close enough for me to identify I was shocked. It was my boyfriend Paul....But that's another story...

The End…

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