I was out of control. Trying to satisfy my cravings, I had begun picking up men wherever I could. Parking lots, the bank, construction sites. I’d even lured one of the gardeners that maintained the grounds at my complex into my apartment. His name was Emilio and he had a small dick, but was extremely skilled with his tongue. Emilio'had licked my pussy and my ass, and the feeling had been electrifying. I wanted more, but the next time I saw him, he seemed embarrassed. Pretending to be engrossed in trimming hedges, he wouldn’t make eye contact with me.
Today, I went into a mini mart to buy gas and the guy making sandwiches behind the deli counter caught my eye. I stepped out of line to pay for gas and moseyed over to the deli department. I browsed the menu, but it wasn’t deli meat that I was interested in.
While people were staring at the menu, I approached the counter and mouthed the words, I want you. He quickly wrote his number on a piece of scrap paper, and discreetly handed it to me.
2^4 Allison Hobbs
I returned to the counter up front and paid for gas. After I filled my tank, I stood outside the store and called the cute deli worker. “I’m not kidding; I really want you,” I said with a smile in my voice. “Can you get away for a few minutes?”
“Like when?”
“Like right now.”
“Right now?” he asked, surprised.
“Uh-huh. Can’t you take a smoke break or something?”
“I don’t smoke, but I can probably get someone to cover for me for a few minutes.”
“Okay, good. I’m going to go back inside the store and get the key to the restroom.”
“The public restroom—outside?” He sounded incredulous.
“Sure, why not?”
“Sounds freaky, but okay. Uh, my name is Ron, by the way.”
“See you soon, Ron.” I didn’t bother to give him my name. I hung up and went back inside to get the key to the restroom.
With the key in hand, I gazed over my shoulder, giving Ron a suggestive look before exiting the store.
I stood inside the unisex restroom that was disgustingly filthy, anxiously waiting for Ron. A normal person would have turned around and walked out, the moment they smelled the stench, but I ignored the smell and the deplorable conditions. Having my sexual needs met was
all that mattered. Eager to get started, I removed my panties and stuffed them in my handbag, and began patting my impatient pussy, trying to calm it down.
A few minutes later, Ron stepped inside the restroom, grimacing. “Jesus, it stinks in here. How can you stand the foul odor?”
I shrugged. Taking his mind off the stench, I suggested, “Why don’t you take your dick out and let me suck it?”
“Oh. Okay.” In less than five seconds, his fly was open and his raging hard-on was in his hand.
Having gone my entire life without seeing or touching a penis, I had developed an almost worshipful appreciation for the shape and attractiveness of the male appendage. Gazing at his dick sent tingles up my spine. I caressed Ron’s dick, enjoying the smooth glide as the pad of my finger slid up and down his length. Gently, I cupped his scrotum and let out a tiny moan. I had to get a taste of him. I sank down to my knees, becoming eye-level with his groin. My mouth watered at the sight of his rigid dick, which was pointed directly in my face.
He began stroking himself and each time the head of his dick peeked through the opening of his hand, I licked at it, polishing it with my moist tip of my tongue.
“This must be my lucky day; I’ve dreamed about meeting up with a freaky chick like you,” he said excitedly.
Grasping his erection, and ready to suck the cum out of him, I smiled politely, though I wished he’d stop chattering so much.
“Seriously, I can’t believe this is really happening. What made you—”
I silenced him with a tongue stroke that began at the smooth crown and ran the length of his shaft, all the way to the hilt. My mouth watered for the taste of his dick, but my pussy was also tense and hungry with desire. I began breathing heavily as dual needs twisted through me.
Deciding to satisfy my oral fixation first, I pressed my closed lips against the head of his dick. I didn’t part my lips, I didn’t move. I wanted Ron to force his dick inside my mouth. I wanted him to curse at me, to slap me, and pull my hair. But I didn’t know how to express those unusual desires. Catching on somewhat, Ron thrust between my lips, and roughly pushed inside the warm wetness of my mouth.
“This is too good; I can’t take anymore,” Ron admitted, tugging on my short skirt until it had gathered around my waist. Providing him with more access to my pussy, I threw a leg up on the trash bin that was filled with unimaginable crap.
Realizing that he didn’t have to struggle with the task of getting my panties off in the tight confines of the restroom, Ron remarked, “Wow! I can’t beUeve you were walking around in the store in that short skirt, without any panties on?”
“Panties get in the way.”
“So you never wear them?”
“Not when I’m in the mood to be a nasty bitch,” I
said, hoping to encourage him to call me names and to treat me like a whore. I yearned for humiliation and pain, but had yet to find the man that was willing to indulge my dark cravings. “I’m ready to act like a whore,” I finally told him, mimicking the perverted expression that Mr. Lord used to make me say.
“Damn, you’re so pretty and classy looking; I can’t believe you’re talking like this.”
“I’m not classy; I’m a filthy whore. You can do whatever you want to me.”
“Talking like that is getting my dick extra hard,” he groaned as he fitted the head inside my overly moist entry.
As he pounded into my pussy, electrical currents zipped through me, but I wanted more. “Slap me,” I demanded.
“Huh?”
“Call me names and slap me!”
“Bitch,” he said meekly.
“Call me a whore and slap me!” I shouted as I fucked him back as hard and as fast as he was fiicking me.
A sudden slap across my face momentarily stunned me. And then he slapped me on the other side of my face.
’ I groaned as a hot sensation began mounting between my legs. The orgasm was huge. A powerful explosion that had me slumped over, barely able to stand up. Ron kept humping as he held my shuddering body upright.
He let out a groan and his body shuddered as he ejaculated. At that point, my foot that had been propped up on the trash bin slipped inside. My ankle and calf
were immersed in trash that contained used tampons, discarded tissues, and other unspeakably vile items.
Back in my apartment, I enjoyed the afterglow of raunchy sex with a stranger for a few moments. Ron had been the eighth man I’d picked up in the past few days. All total, since moving into my apartment. I’d had sex with twelve different people. And I still wasn’t satisfied.
I wished I could relax and enjoy the aftereffects of good sex, but I had already begun to grow concerned about my next fix. Though I tried to get the phone numbers of my sex partners, many were only interested in sex in the moment. They were either married or in serious relationships and didn’t want to be reminded of their perverted indiscretions with me.
Though my pussy was in a state of satisfaction, it was only a matter of time before it would begin to twitch and clench, demanding to be given what it needed. Figuring that I had at least an hour or two, I began calling the numbers I’d accumulated, hoping to find a willing partner. I kept getting voicemail. No one would take my call.
My anxiety intensified, and I felt a small lump in my throat, getting close to tears as the reafization hit me that I would have to go out and find another willing participant. Prowling around both day and night looking for sex was beginning to wear me down. Almost everyone I
encountered remarked on my looks. “You’re such a pretty girl,” they all said, sounding surprised that someone with my looks would stoop so low as to pick up strangers for sex.
But I didn’t feel very pretty. I felt like scum. And I simply couldn’t stop my wanton behavior.
With nowhere else to turn, I called Habib’s cell and left a message, letting him know that I was available if he wanted to drop by while making his deliveries. Habib was less than desirable in bed, but he could cool down my fire until I found someone more virile.
Even the most long-lasting and Idnky lover still lacked an important trait. I needed a man to take control of me. To indulge my submissive nature. So far, I hadn’t found anyone who was willing to humihate, discipline, and completely dominate me the way I’d grown accustomed.
My doorbell rang, and a slight smile fell on my lips. Habib to the rescue! I wondered if Habib would be willing to dole out physical punishment if I explained my needs to him*.
A peek through the eyehole nearly sent me into cardiac arrest. It wasn’t Habib standing outside my door. It was a familiar face that filled me with terror and dread, and had me gasping for breath. Carrying a briefcase and wearing a luxurious suit and tie, was.. .oh, my God.. .Mr. Lord!