Unsatiable

 

I was hungry. For food, this time. So Adam and I had a leisurely walk down to a small cafe that served Thai food near our hotel. I didn’t have anything to eat on the flight to Bangkok and Adam made sure that I would be thoroughly shagged on my first 2 hours with him, and now I am hungry. My hips had that dull ache similar to that pain felt after two hours on horseback when you have not ridden for quite some time. I felt blissfully sore, raw, and the lips of my pussy swollen after Adam mercilessly pounded me hard and deep with his enormous cock.

I am no virgin, but I felt like one two hours ago when Adam first entered me. I am not used to his size and I really don’t have any significant experience with men to speak of that I felt like my entire body just lost control when Adam gave me my first orgasm. I was lost in the sensation of pain and the shooting pleasure at the pit of stomach each time he rammed me hard and deep.

We reached the cafe and I ordered my first meal for the day, while Adam got himself an ice-cold beer. I ate like there’s no tomorrow and the plate full of sauteed Thai vegetables disappeared fast. I cannot recall being this hungry ever, but having not eaten the whole day and then spending a rigorous exercise in mad, wild sex with Adam was enough to starve me. Now I know how sex slaves must have felt hundreds of years ago, and to think I only have one lover.

Adam got naughty and started telling me how I looked when I came, screamed, sobbed, and begged him when he was thrusting in and out of me earlier. I have brown skin but it’s very obvious when I blush. I was embarrassed that someone might overhear what he was saying. Adam was enjoying teasing me, and got aroused in the process and told me that he wanted to go back to our room. He called for the check and paid for our food and then got up so we could back to the hotel. I wanted him, but my pussy was still so raw and swollen that I stalled for time. I told him I wanted to have something sweet, he smiled but then gave in. We went around the block and found a seven-eleven store, where I deliberately took my time in the candies section. He leaned down from behind me and whispered in my ear while he pressed his body against my back; “Marikit please get all the sweets you want because right now I am so hard. I want to be inside you – now!”. Then when no one was looking, as the store was deserted except for the sales staff, he put one arm around my waist and his other hand reached down and under my skirt and slipped his fingers inside my panties to gently rub my soaking wet pussy. He drew a deep breath and whispered in my ear; “Ahhh Mari, my love, you never cease to amaze me, Darling, I am not going to make love to you tonight.” I looked at him, confused and before I could ask him, he said; “I am going to fuck you, hard, long, and deep tonight”. I blushed at the word he used. I have never spoken that out loud. With that promise, he walked to the check out counter and I meekly followed him after grabbing a bag chocolate bonbons.

As we were walking towards the hotel, I looked up to him and told him to be gentle with me. He stopped, smiled, and kissed me.

We reached our room and I thought he was going to take me to bed right away. Instead he got himself a drink and sat down in front of his laptop and checked his email. I popped one chocolate bonbon into my mouth and leisurely sauntered to the bedroom to get ready for bed. I brushed my teeth and went into the bedroom and undressed but I could not walk back out to the study naked so I put on my panties and went under the covers of the bed instead. He went into the bathroom and came out naked and joined me in bed. He reached for me and I snuggled to him, when he stopped and then got up and knelt in front of me. He pulled the sheet that covered me and pushed it aside. He reached for and peeled my panties off, and before I could protest, he spread my knees apart and positioned himself on top of me, the rounded tip of his enormous erection poised and barely touching the swollen and wet lips of my pussy. He leaned down and told me in a measured tone; “when we are alone in the room, I want you to be naked, totally naked for me, do we have an agreement on this?”. I nodded and in that split second, he rammed his entire rock hard cock deep into my pussy before I could say anything. I sucked in my breath at the savage force he took me, I was full, so stretched that  I thought I was going to tear. I instinctively clenched his enormous cock, even though I could barely move my hips as he had me pinned down hard to the bed, his enormous cock rammed so deep in me. He groaned but kept still. I started to move, by reflex, tried to nudge his hips with mine as I could feel that warm feeling at the pit of my stomach after that first deep thrust. I clenched him again, but he did not move.

Adam looked at me with his deep blue eyes and in a deep voice; “Promise-me-that-you-will-never-wear-panties-whenever-we-are together. Promise me!”.

“Yes, Adam, I promise! Please…Adam…please!” He pulled back halfway and slammed into me again, this time, deeper than I thought was possible. I moaned and started pushing my hips upwards but he was still. It was driving me mad with lust. “Please Adam, please. I promise, I will not wear anything when were are alone. Always” I sobbed as I clung to him. He kissed me deeply and started to thrust in and out of me in an excruciatingly slow rhythm. I was tightening my pussy around his cock, each time, as though trying to hold him inside me. My pussy was stretched taut with his enormous cock, when pounded my cunt hard and deep, in slow strokes, harder, deeper, but in slow strokes. Then he suddenly stopped and I was going mad with want that I didn’t care anymore that I was behaving like a wanton. He looked at me, “say it Marikit, say it!”. As he started to thrust in steady measured strokes. He would slow down, each time he felt I was on the brink of orgasm. “Say it, I want to hear you say it!”.

He rammed me harder and deeper one more time, and I just lost it and begged him “Oh God, fuck me Adam, fuck me, please..”. I moaned, and sobbed, and he still went in and out in slow measured thrusts and on the third stroke he rammed harder that I screamed “FUCK ME Adam, please Adam, please FUCK ME NOW, please, oh please!”. And he fucked me hard, fast, and deep and I came fast, moaning and sobbing. I was clenching him tight while I helplessly clung to his arms as he buried his cock deeper into my pussy. He was merciless as he fucked me hard just like he promised that just when I thought I could take no more, I was coming again, and again, and again that I was sobbing while I begged him “Adam, don’t, no, don’t stop fucking me. Please don’t stop FUCKING me…oh please, please!”. And then he came, pouring his warm seed deep inside me and I was reduced to a wanton clinging to his arms, my hips locked around his and my pussy clenching tight around his cock. He groaned deep as I squeezed the last drop out of him.

Spent, we held each other as our hearts gradually beat back to a steady rate. He looked into my eyes and told me “I truly love you, you just don’t know how much”. I buried my face to his neck and snuggled closer to him and fell asleep in his arms. How could someone I barely know turn me into a shameless wanton in a matter of hours.

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The Accidental Mistress

There is that lover that changes the way you make love forever. I met mine over ten years ago and within the first taste of that kind of burning passion that consumes you with lust and love, I knew I would never settle for anything less in a lover, ever.

Adam and I met at a trade meeting where he was the speaker, and even though I did not completely understand it at the time, the moment our eyes met, I felt that heightened awareness for a man, and was completely drawn towards him. I was not expecting to be attracted to him, especially with the age gap; he was in his 40s and I was in my late 20s. His arm accidentally brushed against mine and I mentally jumped at the sensation, remembering it vividly. We communicated about business in the ensuring weeks, but one time he commended, perhaps made in passing, that my name makes him think it is apt for a Bond girl, and that’s when the tone of our electronic conversations changed. We talked about anything and everything, and somehow there was something so sexual about our exchange that even a popular children’s bear character got twisted into “bare” and every other subject that amused us assumed a sexual tone. Everything was subtle, a suggestion of desires and longing that soon, the attraction that was lurking beneath the surface broke free. There was a contained mix of emotions, excitement, fear, lust, and somewhere along the way, I knew I have already fallen for him.

I knew he was married and has a family, just as I knew that I wanted him without expectations or judgment on my part. I tried to keep my feelings to myself and resisted the urge to give in to the attraction that was drawing us like moths to a flame. There were times when I stopped answering him because it was the right thing to do, but he would have none of it. We both felt the same way towards each other and there was no way we were going through our separate lives without ever making love to each other. We were living in different continents, where we each maintain a good reputation in our respective communities. We decided to meet in Bangkok, where he was traveling on business, and we didn’t know anyone there.

I have had a lover before but somehow that did not categorically make me an experienced lover. I have lived a sheltered life,  coming from a conservative religious family in the Philippines. Having a lover before marriage was frowned upon and so even though I felt that I was open to the contrary, sex was not something I readily and openly engaged in. I was untrained in bed, but I was always honest with myself and with my boyfriend before, that faking an orgasm was out of the question. Adam knew my background and respected my inhibitions, but he only asked me that on our once in a lifetime meeting in Bangkok, that I let go and just let things be between us, wherever it may take us on that one week that could be our only time together. And so with trepidation, I agreed and asked him in return, that should I, at any time, want to stop and decide not to be intimate with him, that he would respect and accept that decision. He agreed to it.

His first request was that I don’t wear panties when I arrive in Bangkok, where he will meet me at the airport. I agreed to this, but at the last minute, I decided to wear panties, for fear of any unexpected turn of event at the airport. I arrived at around 3 in the afternoon. I was wearing a skirt with a matching corporate jacket over an orange knit top and sensible pumps. I had my thick hair with big curls down, the length reaching my bra line at the back, and just my sunglasses perched on top of my head. From the crowd, I saw him, smiling and welcoming, and only realized he was really more handsome than I remembered from that first meeting. My knees weakened at the sight of him, his lean muscular arms were so sexy, and his jeans suggested strong and muscular thighs. His lean frame in all 5 feet 11 inches of him was tall to my round and brown frame of 5 feet 3 inches. I was excited but also a bit apprehensive as I felt small compared to him.

He looked at me and told me I was beautiful, and he kissed me on the lips, in public. He chuckled when he realized that I was so embarrassed. I have always been reserved about such public displays of affection. I only had my hand-carried luggage and my laptop with me, which surprised and at the same time impressed him. I was actually planning to do some shopping in Bangkok and thought that I should travel light on my way there. We got into the back of the car provided by the hotel. He looked so happy and I was timid because I knew what was on his mind, our no-panties agreement. He touched my knee, and told me how happy he was to see me, and asked if I was wearing panties. I explained why I could not, and he inched his hand up my thigh and I turned red and looked at the back of the head of the driver. Adam understood and just left his hand where it was, halfway up my inner thigh. By then, I was soaking wet with want and could hardly think straight.

We arrived at the hotel and when we were alone in the elevator, he stood behind me and put his arms around me and brushed his lips against my neck, and then pulled me to him. I could feel his arousal pressing against the top of my buttocks and was excited and at the same time apprehensive as I could feel his length, wondering if it would hurt when he enters me.

We got into our suite, and he helped me with my things and then came back to me, with a nervous smile and kissed me. A kiss that was supposed to be just a welcome kiss turned into a deep kiss, and the moment it turned into a torrid kiss, his tongue pushing against mine in a kiss so passionate that I instinctively clung to his muscular arms for support while he continued to kiss me deeply. He pulled me to him and grabbed my buttocks, squeezed them gently and against him, so I could feel him so hard and ready for me.

Without a word, he ended the kiss and pulled me to the bedroom and sat me on the bed. He took his shirt off and I marveled at the soft hair on his chest. His muscles rippled, and his flat abs narrowed down before it disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. I did not know how, but by then I was already barefoot. He knelt in front of me and kissed me again and I kissed him back. He pulled my jacket off, and pushed my orange tank up to expose my lace covered breasts. I was caught off guard when I realized we were going to make love with the room washed in broad daylight – a first for me. I tried to cross my arms to cover my breasts, but he unclasped my bra at the back and sprung my breasts free from the lace and looked at me for a moment before taking one breast in his mouth and sucked deeply, while his hand cupped and alternately squeezed and caressed my other breast. He was surprised at the fullness of my breasts and how firm they were. My nipples were darker when aroused, hard and so sensitive that I could not control myself and moaned and arched my back and parted my legs so he could be closer. In one quick movement he peeled my blouse and threw my lace bra aside and continued with his onslaught of my breasts, murmuring how beautiful, full, and delightfully heavy my breasts were. I could not think straight as I was not able to understand the pleasure that was shooting within me as he sucked my breasts greedily. When he sucked too hard, he would pacify me after by licking my burgeoning brown nipples.

Just when I was arching my back, he raised my tight skirt up to my waist and pushed my panties down my legs and threw them on the floor. He suddenly pushed me down on the bed and parted my legs wide. I was taken by surprise, and to my shock and before I could protest, he lowered his mouth to my pussy. I have never done this before, and tried desperately to cover my pussy, so ashamed that I was so wet that the wetness soaked through my panties earlier. I felt his breath on my pussy’s wet and glistening curls, I tried to close my legs but he held them firmly wide apart, and then I felt it – the tip of his tongue licking the entire length of the wet lips there, and could not control a deep moan. He teased me mercilessly, by running his tongue back and forth the length of my then swollen and wet lips. I was rolling my head from side to side, going mad with want that I did not realize I was already spreading my legs open and wider and pushed my knees up while he placed his hands underneath my buttocks and held me firmly while he licked me all the way to my swollen clitoris, up and down, back and forth. Then he paused for a split second and before I could think, he thrust his tongue inside me that I had to bite my lips from screaming and came almost at the same time. He thrust his tongue in and out of me and I came a second time, I was sobbing his name by the time he stopped. He sat  on the bed, leaning on his elbow and caressed me until I caught my breath and my heart beat settled to a steady pace.

He laughed when I could not look straight into his eyes and just buried my face against his chest. We talked, spoke about my travel while his arm was placed comfortably around my waist. Then his hand went down between my thighs, and gently cupped my pussy. I got tense so he kissed me deeply in the mouth while his finger was probing the lips of my pussy, and before long I was embarrassingly wet again, so wet that it seemed I had no control over my body anymore. He teased me until I could not take it anymore that I looked at him and begged him; ‘please, Adam, please’. He stood up and got our of his jeans, he was not wearing anything underneath! His hard cock sprang free and he was huge, all 8 inches, thick, hard, and throbbing, that I did not realize that I backed away from him. Before I could think, he went on top of me and sucked one breast deep into his mouth, while his hand parted my thighs and pushed my knees up so that he’s cradled between my hips. he then squeezed my other breast and sucked the other, while his other hand was nudging the nub of my clitoris. I was going mad from all the sensations, when I felt his cock take the place of his hand and at first, gently nudged the lips apart, then nudged the wet lips gently with its thick tip, then he pushed it in gently inch by inch. I held my breath when I felt his hips gently rocking back and forth, pushing the head of his cock deeper each time, stretching me wider that it was beginning to hurt because he was huge. I felt him deep inside me that I thought his entire length was already inside me, then he withdraw his entire length and in one precise movement, he rammed my pussy with his entire cock in one deep thrust that I screamed from the pain. I felt that he was tearing me apart with his enormous cock, thick and hard, I could feel being stretched to the limit. He kissed me deeply, to muffle my scream. It was then that I realized that he was only halfway in earlier when he gently entered me but because I was so tight he decided that he needed to ram his entire cock in one deep thrust. He withdrew halfway and pushed his cock deeper inside me, and started to gently thrust in and out of me, building up his pace, faster, and deeper. He was madly ramming my pussy with his engorged cock, so rampant that I thought I was going to bleed from the onslaught. Before I knew it, by reflex, I was clenching my pussy around his cock and meeting his thrusts. In a few strokes, I clutched at his arms and clung to him as I came in a screaming orgasm. He continued to ram me harder and deeper and I came again…, and again…, and again that by the fourth time, I was rolling my head from side to side, soaked in a thin glimmer of sweat as I mindlessly begged him not to stop. Each thrust hurt, but it hurt so good, I was tight but I was wet and at a certain point I lost it, moaning and screaming his name, as I desperately clung to him.

I was already sobbing his name and helplessly clinging to him, with my legs locked around him, my pussy clenching his cock, some of my juices being squeezed out of my pussy in a thin trickle every time he thrust in and out of me. He let go and came inside me. I could feel his seed, hot, bursting in spurts and filling me while he groaned deeply until he was spent.

When he pulled himself out of me, I was shaking and weakly clinging to him. I knew then that I was never going to be same woman that I was before he made love to me. We both knew that our plan of having this one time meeting will be the first of many and that I have just become his mistress.

I might have as well traveled with no luggage because on that week, he would give me several firsts in the art of making love. Within 24 hours, I gave in and gave up wearing panties for the rest of the week. I was blissfully sore, the lips of my pussy swollen, and my body ached all over. I was a shameless wanton in his arms.