I ordered a state-of-the-art treadmill with a fifteen-inch personal viewing screen and entertainment controls integrated into the display. Trouble was, I needed someone to assemble it. I figured Wyatt could help me out.
Since our tryst in the closet, we hadn’t gotten together again. I wanted to, but he kept giving me excuses. He finally admitted to being in a relationship. He said his girl picked him up from work and the only free time he had for sex-on-the-side was while he was at work.
“Do we have to use the closet again?” I had asked. “That’s the only private place.”
“But it’s not all that private.”
I would have agreed to meeting back up at the fitness center and even going back into the utility closet if he could have assured me that we’d have the place to ourselves, but he couldn’t. I dreaded seeing those same two women that had been on the treadmills.
That day at the fitness center, Wyatt and I had emerged from the closet, adjusting our clothes. Shame washed over me when the two women looked at me scornfully, shaking their heads in disgust. The one with the towel wrapped
around her neck hadn’t left at one-thirty after all. She glared at me and turned up her nose as if something stank. I’d had urgent, steamy sex in a broom closet and I deserved every bit of their disdain.
As badly as I wanted to get together with Wyatt, I couldn’t deal with the scornful looks from the residents using the gym.
“I can’t put together a treadmill,” Wyatt said. “I’m a cerebral-type guy; I’m not good with my hands.”
“Don’t you maintain the equipment at the fimess center?”
“I disinfect and wipe the equipment down, but if something breaks, I call the manufacturer.”
“Darn.”
“But I have a friend who’s pretty handy; I’ll give him a call and get back to you.”
“Okay, thanks. Let your friend know that I’ll be happy to pay him for the labor,” I said.
Wyatt and I hung up and I absently watched TV while waiting to hear from him. Call it a sixth sense or instinct, but something made me rise from the sofa and peer out my kitchen window. A black Town Car was parked across the street, and though I couldn’t see the driver through the tinted windows, I had the distinct feeling that Mr. Lord was in the back seat, staring at my apartment.
Panicked, I shut the blinds tightly and backed away from the window. Although his honeymoon was over, he should have been busy getting into a comfortable routine
with his new bride. My imagination was running wild, I told myself. Between running a business and dealing with a new marriage, how would he have the time to hunt me down and spy on me?
My cell phone rang. Jolted by the sudden sound, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Even though I had a new number, I wouldn’t have been surprised if Mr. Lord had found a way to get the information. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Wyatt’s name on the screen.
“I gave my friend, Aaron, your phone number. He says he can put the treadmill together for you, and you can pay him with a six-pack of Guinness.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I told him you were a special friend of mine. So, he’s doing it as a favor to me.”
“That’s so sweet of you, Wyatt.” Another call came through...a private number. I instantly became worried, thinking Mr. Lord was calling me with a blocked number. “Hold on, I have another call.”
“It’s probably Aaron,” Wyatt said. “Go ahead and set it up; I’ll talk to you later,”
“Wait,” I said suddenly. “Can you get away from your girlfriend...like...tomorrow night, maybe?”The feeling that Mr. Lord was watching me had me nervous and tense. I could use some company and a firm dick to calm my nerves.
“I’ll have to get back to you on that,” Wyatt said. After we disconnected, I switched over to his friend, Aaron.
Aaron had a nice voice. Deep and masculine. He asked for my address and as I rattled it off, I held the hope that Aaron appealed to me in a way that would inspire me to give him a lot more than a six-pack of beer.
Since losing my virginity, my sex drive seemed to be out of control. And the desire for sex wasn’t only in my mind. I had physical reactions to the oddest stimuU. Earlier today when my treadmill was delivered, my hand accidentally touched the deHvery guy’s fingers and my nipples instantiy stiffened. It took all my willpower not to drag him into my bedroom and rip his uniform off. Oddly, I barely looked at his face, and can’t even recall what he looked like.
Another strange moment happened when I thought Mr. Lord was watching me firom the parked Town Car. The fear of being discovered by him made my heart race erratically, but that same fear also caused my pussy to pulsate with desire.
There seems to be a constant flame between my legs that needs to be extinguished. I’ve become obsessed with sex, and I fear that I’m a nympho. If I keep having sex with strangers, I may need to talk to a shrink.
The doorbell rang and all my worries of being a nympho went out the window. This will be my last random sex act, I told myself, deciding that I would fuck Aaron whether I was attracted to him or not. I had to; my pussy
was on fire. And while I was in this severe state of heat, no one with a dick was leaving my apartment without sharing it with me.
I took a deep breath before opening the door, hoping that Aaron didn’t turn out to be gay. A gay friend would be okay after I got my desperate, sexual situation under control, but right now, I only wanted to deal with men that enjoyed having sex with a woman.
I opened the door and to my surprise, Wyatt was in my doorway with his friend, Aaron. I was thrilled to see him. Imagining the sex session that was going to transpire between Wyatt and me, I nearly cried with joy.
Wyatt looked me over and smiled appreciatively. I was wearing a ruffled skirt and clingy pink top that gave me a more girly look than I’d had when we first met at the fitness center.
Wyatt introduced Aaron and me and I noticed that Aaron seemed timid; he kept his eyes down and was very quiet. Wyatt did all the talking as he and Aaron carried the large box that contained the treadmill into my bedroom.
Aaron wasn’t ugly and he wasn’t cute. He was nondescript, and luckily, I didn’t have to rely on him to fulfill my needs. He was really quiet and a little creepy. My plan was to leave Aaron in the bedroom working on the treadmill while Wyatt took care of me in the living room.
“Did you get the beer?” Wyatt called from the bedroom.
“Yes, do you want it now?”
“Yeah, bring us a couple of beers. Aaron works better when he has a buzz.”
“Okay,” I replied. But instead of grabbing two beers, I only grabbed one. In the bedroom, I handed Aaron a bottle of beer.
“Where’s mine?” Wyatt asked.
My whole body was thrumming in anticipation of the delicious sensations that would take the place of the perpetual yearning that burned between my thighs. Wearing a sneaky smile, I crooked my finger.
He knew what I wanted. He could see the look in my eyes. “I’ll be right back, man,” he told Aaron.
As soon as he came out into the hallway, I entwined my arms around his neck and kissed him—a slow deep kiss that told him exactly what I needed. He worked his hands beneath my top, fondling my sensitive breasts. His mouth and his heated touch stole my breath, making me nearly delirious with desire as he guided me back to the living room without breaking the sensual kiss.
In my small apartment, his friend could probably hear our breathy moans and gasps, and though I’d probably be embarrassed later, I was too caught up in the moment to care.
I shed my top and collapsed onto the couch. Wyatt fell on top me. “I missed you so much,” he said in a rough voice, his hands brushing over my face, my neck, my shoulders, and then resting on my breasts. “Pretty titties,” he murmured with his Hps puckered aroimd my one nipple
and then the other, his tongue stroking the pebbled flesh, making me gasp and ache for him.
I wanted to feel his hard dick pushing past my lips again, while at the same time, I wanted my pussy to be filled with the heat of his erection.
I ran my hand between our bodies, grasping the bulge inside his pants, and I moaned with yearning. With shaking hands, I quickly unzipped his pants and squeezed his dick; which had grown hot and hard inside my palm. Wyatt didn’t have to ask me to go down on him. I knew what he wanted and was more than willing to give.
I scooted down to the floor and guided his dick to my open lips. A harsh moan escaped him the moment my tongue swiped against his stiffened dick. I took him inside my mouth, in small increments, first the head and then an inch of throbbing shaft. With the tip of my tongue, I teased along the seam of his dick, and then licked him up and down with the full width of my tongue.
“Damn, girl. You trying to drive me crazy?”
I sucked him in deeper and I became lost in the thrill of giving, and his throaty moans told me he was enjoying every moment of the thorough tongue lashing he was receiving.
The sound of the fridge opening startled me and I went still, my jaws slackening.
“Don’t stop, baby. That’s only Aaron getting another beer. Keep sucking, baby. Don’t stop,” Wyatt urged, stroking my hair.
But I felt self-conscious. “Wait until he goes back in the bedroom,” I whispered, hiding my embarrassment at being caught by burying my face in Wyatt’s crotch.
I heard the fridge door close and waited to hear Aaron’s retreating footsteps. But I didn’t hear a sound. The kitchen was only a few feet from the living room and Aaron had a bird’s eye view of me crouched between his friend’s legs.
“Let him watch,” Wyatt whispered. “Let him see how much you love sucking dick.” Wyatt gripped his dick and stroked it. He lifted my chin that was resting on his thigh. “Here, baby. Open your mouth and suck this,” he murmured, brushing the smooth crown against my lips.
The shame of knowing Aaron was watching sent that familiar heat of arousal coursing through me and I obediently parted my lips.
“You want this good dick, don’t you?” Wyatt asked with his hands clamped against the sides of my head.
“Mmm-hmm,” I responded, humiliated that his friend could hear and observe.
“Suck it the way you did the other day.”
The gruffhess of his voice, the crude way he spoke to me reminded me of Mr. Lord, and my vagina clenched tight with need. I wanted to suck his dick until his ejaculation splashed inside my mouth. I wanted to go wild and act like a whore.
I tried to participate fully, tried to bob my head up and down, but he held my head between his vise-like grip, and said, “Stop sucking. All you need to do is open up and let me do the fucking.”
Obediently, I opened my mouth for him. He proceeded to ram my mouth with his dick. Plunging so deeply, I gagged painfully, and my eyes watered as he determinedly shoved hard dick down my throat. Finally, he withdrew his shaft that was slick with my saliva.
Breathing harshly, his chest heaving up and down, Wyatt said, “Time out; I gotta catch my breath.”
“Nooo,” I moaned, trying to retrieve his dick. I wanted more lust, more painful thrusts, and more humiliation.
An empty beer botde ratded as it was tossed inside the recycle bin and I jerked my head toward the sound. Aaron began to slowly advance toward the living room and the look in his eyes frightened me. “Why is he coming in here? Tell him to go back in the kitchen!” I said, wrapping my arms around Wyatt’s waist, trying to hold onto him in case his friend intended to throw me down on the floor and have his way with me.
“Aaron’s cool; it’s all good,” Wyatt said, smoothing my hair.
I was crouched on the floor with my back to Aaron, but I could feel his creepy presence; I could hear his lustful breathing. “Oh, my God!” I shouted. “What’s he doing; make him get out of here!”
“It’s cool, baby. Take your skirt off for Aaron. He just wants to see your pussy. Right, man?” Wyatt said, looking at Aaron.
I was mortified but my body was on fire. A prisoner of my own desire, I rose to my feet and allowed Wyatt to pull my skirt down.
“Take off your panties.”
I shuddered as I rolled pink silk over my thighs.
“She’s got a pretty ass,” Aaron said, still standing behind.
“She has a pretty pussy, too,” Wyatt added. “Turn around, Fonia. Show Aaron your pussy.”
My skirt and panties were on the floor, and I was standing naked in front of two men. My face was hot with humiliation, and my vagina enflamed. I turned slowly and when I faced Aaron, he dropped to his knees so suddenly, I flinched.
“Give it to him,” Wyatt ordered.
“Give him what?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at Wyatt. He bent down and from behind, he reached around and separated my pussy lips, spreading me open and exposing my throbbing clit to Aaron.
While Wyatt held my pussy open, Aaron scooted forward and circled my clit with his tongue. I gave a sharp intake of breath at the first touch of his tongue.
Electrical jolts seemed to hit me from every angle as Aaron took my hardened nub between his soft lips. He alternated between licking and sucking my clit, and audibly lapped at my juices that ran down Wyatt’s fingers. The pleasure was so intense, my knees began to buckle. I became so far gone with need, I pushed Wyatt’s hands away, and spread my thighs wide for Aaron.
“She wants you to get inside that pussy hole,” Wyatt said, expressing my desires precisely.
Giving me what I wanted, Aaron’s tongue traveled from
my engorged clit to the slippery entrance of my pussy, and then thrust inside me. Feeling a warm, thick tongue burrowing into that sensitized area was beyond anything I had imagined. He lapped at me, licking with slow, torturous strokes, making me writhe and cry out in passion.
“It’s my turn, man,” Wyatt said, possessively pulling me away from Aaron. I didn’t want to be separated from Aaron’s tender tongue, but the moment Wyatt inserted his rock-hard dick, I released a blissful sigh.
Wyatt had me on the floor, lying on my back while he fucked me. My eyes fluttered opened and I caught a glimpse of Aaron, eyeing Wyatt and me as he unzipped his pants and fondled his dick.
“Mmm,” I moaned loudly as I observed Aaron stroking himself. His dick was incredibly long and thick. My hips rose off the floor and wound in frantic circles. While Wyatt fucked me, I couldn’t help wondering how it would feel to have Aaron embedded inside me.
I got the answer a few minutes later when Wyatt came with a howl and rolled off me.
Aaron didn’t waste any time, pulling me to my knees and taking me from behind. I could feel Wyatt’s hot cum spilling down my thighs as Aaron eased in and out of me, slowly and deeply, hitting a spot that I didn’t know existed. A spot so sensitive, my legs shook uncontrollably. I shouted, shed tears, and then collapsed in ecstasy.