0 comments/ 67443 views/ 6 favorites Constant Craving By: velvetpie He remained in the bushes, even as they pulled up in the driveway. He wasn't upset with her; he knew that she was just dating the young man but he was worried that tonight might be serious for them. After all, this was the sixth time they'd gone out and each time, except the first, she had gifted him with a good night kiss. The last time was the steamiest. He saw their tongues briefly when she tilted her head for the man and he didn't like that. It was his turn to have her and he didn't intend to take no for an answer. The young man gave her a deep kiss and he saw his lips move to which she responded with a negative shake of her head. He released her with an extra kiss and said something else as he skipped down the steps, heading to his car. A wave from her and he was gone. As she turned to fish her keys out of her purse, he slid up behind her, covering her hand with his when she inserted the key into the lock. "Let me get that for you." "Who are you? Let me go!" "Oh, that's not necessary, Katie." The lock clicked and he pushed the wood-and-glass door open, his arm around her. "You know who I am." Her blue eyes widened and the blood drained from her face. "It's you!" "Of course." He shut the door and took the keys, shoving them in her pocket. "I've been waiting all night for you." "Please. Don't hurt me." "The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Katie. " He peeled her jacket off, dumping it on the floor. "I want to make you feel good." He felt her trembling and smiled, knowing that she was as nervous as he was. "No, please." "Sshh." He bent to kiss her and she twisted her head. "I'll make you feel good, you'll see." "No." He carried her up the stairs since she didn't want to go and tossed her on the bed. She tried to jump up right away but he had anticipated that. She was a headstrong woman; she didn't know what was good for her and it was up to him to show her. He was the man and she was the woman. He pinned her to the bed, rubbing his body against her while she squirmed. "Don't you understand, Katie? You have to listen to me." "No, I won't." "You will, Katie." He sighed, shaking his head. "I guess I'm going to have to convince you." He lifted his body, yanked her up and viciously smacked her across the face. She screamed and he slapped her twice more until she was quietly sobbing, glaring up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Will you listen to me now?" "Y-Yes." "Good." He sat back, admiring her top heavy figure. "You'll enjoy this. You'll enjoy this very much." "Please don't hurt me again." "I didn't want to hurt you to begin with. You made me hurt you." He reached down and started unbuttoning her shirt but her hand shot out, stopping him. "Don't make me hurt you again." She sniffled as she let her hand fall back, clearly convinced by the malevolence she saw in his eyes. "That's a good girl." He spread her shirt open, nearly drooling at the sight of her lace-clad breasts. "I knew you'd understand." He leaned down and licked her nipple through the fabric, smiling when it rose in hardness. She wanted him. She was just like all the other bitches. Playing that coy game of pretending to be disinterested when they really wanted to be fucked. He would teach her that he was a man that shouldn't be toyed with. With ease, he pulled her bra straps off her shoulders, sliding the lingerie down to her waist and took her nipple in his mouth again, sucking until she cried out, her body trembling. "Liked that, eh?" He unbuckled his pants, stroking his cock as he leaned down to chew on her nipples again. Joy spread through him when she moaned again and he knew that she was getting hot. He hoped she was as hot as he was and as ready as he was. He let his hands smooth over her ribs, moving down to her tiny waist. "Please … " "You don't have to beg, my dear." He unbuttoned and yanked her pants down, hooking his fingers under his panties and sliding them down. "Your wish is my command." She tried to resist again as her bare pussy came into view. "Oh, yes! You shave!" He leaned close, trying to kiss her but she wrenched her head aside. "Time to taste my cream pie." "Yes. Yes, please." He bent to take her mouth again but she smacked him soundly, angering him in the process. He flipped her onto her back, pulling a length of black fabric from his pocket and secured it around her mouth, muffling her cries. He took a longer length out and tied her wrists together, then secured them to the wrought iron headboard. Working quickly, he finished the job of removing her jeans and panties, avoiding a flailing leg as he tied down one, then the other, neatly spread-eagled apart. "You shouldn't have done that, Katie. You shouldn't have rushed me." He thrust his dry fingers into her sweat-drenched slit, baring his teeth in a lust-driven grin as he felt liquids gathering to lubricate his entry. "You girls are all the same. You parade in front of us, putting your wares out like shiny apples at a fruit stand but once we take a bite, we find worms inside." His cock was hard as a rock and he rubbed some of the dribbling pre-cum onto her lightly-furred lips. "Well, I've got a worm for you, bitch!" Her entire body tensed when he shoved his cock into her and tiny moan escaped her lips as he slid in to the hilt. He watched the fear flee her eyes and lust take over, the change causing a chill to run down his spine. He slammed into her twice, telling himself that he had to slow down so he wouldn't cum so quickly. Damn her! She was too good and she knew it. His prick hardened at the warm liquid that covered him, enveloping her in his essence and making him shake with need. He started moving again, slowly and then building up speed, pausing when her orgasms overtook her in delicious spasms that caressed his cock like a warm, wet hand in a velvet glove. "Time for me to cum now, Katie." He flexed his hips, driving harder and deeper into her welcoming body. "Time for me to make you mine." His cock erupted about the same time as the growl burst from his throat, echoing her shout of pleasure. His thighs burned with his release and he jerked with each spurt of his seed, gasping as the storm passed and left the house in silence. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down into her overflowing eyes, leaning forward to untie her hands and it was a long time before he arose, lifting his heavy weight from her body. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" "Oh, no." Katie grinned dreamily, her body still shaking with tremors. "Let's do it again." Constant Craving It all started out innocently enough. My wife and I had decided to try to spice up our lackluster love life a couple of months ago, so I ventured out to the local porn shop. I was embarrassed upon entering the place, and covertly looked around as I browsed to make sure no one I knew was there or watching me in my purchases. That day, with my sweat glands working over-time, I bought a myriad of items; a small dildo, a large pump container of lube and a graphic, anal penetration video. I wanted to fuck my wife's ass in the worst way, and I figured the best way to start was with this small toy and plenty of lube. The video was for my times alone with my fantasies; it was graphic, as I said, and showed girls asses being plundered and stretched beyond what I thought was humanly possible, but it never failed to get me off. Little did I know I would end up being the one on the receiving end of this new adventure. Talking about our fantasies the next night, I told my wife that I really wanted to fuck her ass. I promised to go slow and be extra careful not to hurt her, but the idea completely repulsed her. We ended up having what I considered a fight about it, and slept in separate rooms that night. The next morning at the breakfast table, after my kids had caught the bus, my wife looked me in the eye and told me that if it was no big deal to have something bigger than a finger in your ass, then I could show her just how easy it was by using my new little toy on myself. I was flabbergasted! I sat there looking like a clown, my mouth hanging open and a look of pure amazement on my face. I wasn't going to stick anything up my ass—I was straight for heaven's sake and there was no way I'd let her or anyone else fuck me with anything. "Well," she said succinctly, "if it's so easy, then you can prove it by showing me." I left the house that morning in a daze. What in the world had made my petite, unassuming wife of eight years come up with such a thought? I couldn't concentrate most of the day and ended up begging off sick around 3 PM. I drove to the local park and sat there in my car. My window was down and the breeze of early summer was blowing through as I leaned my head back and thought about my situation. All of a sudden, a stranger shook me from my revere. "Hey buddy...you looking to hook-up?" OH MY GAWD, why was this happening to me? First, my wife offers to try out our new toy on my virgin asshole, and now I was being propositioned by another guy. I know I was rude, but really, I was more scared than anything. I shook my head in the negative, rolled up my window and got the hell out of Dodge. I had never in my life thought of being with anyone but a woman; a healthy, well built woman to be exact, and now because of my obsession with anal sex things were rolling around in my head that were beyond my comprehension. I resolved to leave all this objectionable stuff in the dust and go back to boring, marital sex with my wife. Nothing was going to rock my world like this anymore. Months went by and my wife and I continued to make love in the way that we had always done, straightforward, vanilla sex, but I don't think either one of us was happy about it. Our lovemaking had slowed down to about once every two weeks or so and always on a weekend night when the kids were in bed and all the lights were out. One night, we'd been across the street playing poker with a bunch of neighborhood friends and we'd had a few too many. I would usually go sleep in the guest room when I'd been drinking. I had a habit of snoring and my wife said I loosened the rafters when I'd had too much to drink, but tonight I was horny. It had been weeks since we'd done anything, and my right hand wasn't getting it done anymore. My wife had gone into the bathroom to change and I quickly shucked my clothes and crawled into bed to wait for her. "John, what are you doing? You know you're going to snore like crazy, go sleep in the spare room." She seemed a little annoyed with me, but I wasn't going to back down. "Lizzy, come to bed, I want to make you feel good." She snickered and came over to my side of the bed. "You want to make me feel good? Or is it more that you want to get off?" She pulled back the covers and found my overly hard member glued to my tummy with pre-cum leaking out of it like a faucet. "Hmmm," she mused with a lilt of malice in her voice, "Just as I thought. I should just make you jerk off and not even touch you..." She reached down and pinched one of my nipples and it sent an electric charge straight to my cock. I wasn't sure if she was playing a part to charge the situation up or if she was really disgusted with my obviously over-wrought state? "Lizzy, please...suck me, baby." Now my wife is no slouch in the blowjob department and I'd never had any reason to complain, in fact, sometimes I'd rather have her suck me off to completion than fucking. She'd been good at it from the beginning of our marriage, divulging her level of experience before we wed, and surprisingly she'd never complained about it as some women do. She'd even let me come in her mouth, which I'd heard from lots of people that most women abhorred. "No, I want to watch you tonight. Get yourself off." At first, I was a little pissed. If I'd wanted to jerk off, I'd have grabbed my favorite tape and gone to the spare room to satisfy my urges, but as I lay there considering what she said, I decided, "what the hell." I grabbed my cock around the base and stroked upward, rounding the smooth, somewhat sticky head and repeating the motion a few times. As my lovely wife watched from the end of the bed, I grabbed my balls with my other hand and proceeded to pleasure myself, pulling them tight and flicking my little finger across my perineum, something I had always done when getting off for as long as I could remember. "You need some help there, Johnny?" my wife whispered in a low, guttural tone I don't think I'd ever heard her use. All that came out as my response was, "Unnnhhhhh." She moved closer to me on the bed and put her index finger where my pinky had been, rubbing the skin of my perineum in a circle. I was in a euphoric state, and my cock was throbbing so hard it felt like it was going to explode any second. I continued to stroke the head, licking my palm every few seconds to add to the pre-cum that was leaking from my piss slit. The feeling in my groin was intensifying as my wife continued to stroke me, her circles getting larger and brushing the edge of my asshole every time she rubbed me. I didn't know if she realized what she was doing or if it was unintentional, but it felt good and I wasn't going to complain about anything at this point. In my pre-ejaculation moments, I was savoring every sensation my genitals were giving off, and just as the Vesuvius of my loins was about to blow, my anti-anal wife stuck a generously lubed finger up my ass. I came so hard I almost passed out. When I was coherent again, I looked around the room and found Lizzy setting at the end of the bed, a self-satisfied grin on her face. "Go sleep in the spare room, you're going to snore and I'll never be able to wake you up now." I'd gotten off, but something changed that night and there was no going back. »»»»» From her finger in my ass, we slowly progressed to the little dildo I purchased earlier, and one she had in her nightstand that she used on herself, which was surprisingly bigger around than my stiff 6 inch cock. At each step, my once virgin hole begged for first a little tenderness and then a good solid fucking. Lizzy started buying our toys online after that, including a harness, various sizes of jelly dildos, butt plugs and a riding crop. She had evolved into the dominant partner in our bedroom, but allowed me to keep my masculinity in every other facet of our lives. There were days that I had to sit gingerly at my desk to work, and I began to have trouble getting through the day without imagining what kind of naughty pleasures my diminutive wife may have waiting for me when the kids were safely tucked into bed and the door to our bedroom closed and our sexual playground emerged. About six months after we started playing with my ass, I started to yearn for the feeling of something "real" in my greedy hole. The idea of a warm, pulsing piece of cockmeat inside of me was all I could think about. I secretly started surfing online to watch as gay men fucked and sucked each other to spectacular conclusions. I was in a personal quandary. I loved my wife, even more since she'd started fucking me nightly, but I longed to be with another man, to feel a real cock inside me. I found myself checking out guys' packages at work, the gym and everywhere I went, to see how big their cocks might be. I thought about secret rendezvous where I'd be thoroughly fucked to my hearts content and even went so far as to make up a fake profile, and entered some bi-curious chat rooms. One night I came home late from work, having to catch up on some things I'd let slide from not being able to concentrate very well anymore, and found my wife on the computer in the den looking at a movie of two men fucking. I'd tried really hard to cover my tracks, deleting my history and storing my favorites in a folder buried deep in the root files, but obviously I'd not done enough to keep my secret. "Where are the kids?" I said as I listened to the slight, blonde, bottom boy in my now favorite jack off video groan and moan with unadulterated lust as his muscular lover stretched and plowed into his flexible body with brute force. "They're spending the weekend with my mom." She looked me straight in the eyes and my gaze automatically fell to the floor. "Is this what you want? My cock isn't good enough for you anymore? You want something bigger, longer? Did I dare answer her truthfully? She had been telling me all along that just because I liked to get fucked that it didn't make me gay, but I was beginning to question that fact daily. "Alive, I want something alive, warm and throbbing." I never lifted my head, but waited for her reaction with a heavy dose of trepidation. She could easily decide that I was not worth being married to any longer and kick my sorry ass out on the street. "Are you sure?" "I don't know, Liz, it's all I can think about though." "Well, I guess we'll have to find you one then." "Really? It wouldn't bother you?" I was amazed that she didn't flip out. "No, I think it might be pretty hot to watch you getting fucked by some big hunky stud. Let's see what we can do about fulfilling your fantasy." "Thank you for understanding, Lizzy, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner and that I hid all this," I waved my hand at the computer screen, "from you, but I didn't think you'd want me anymore if you thought I'd gone gay." "John," she said as she approached me, "I don't think you've gone gay, honey." She reached out and put her index finger on my chin, tilting it toward her. "I think you've been gay all along, and you were just too afraid to admit it." "Lizzy, no!" I was petrified now. My lifetime of inner turmoil with the desires of my physical body were about to be blown out of the water. For years I'd denied my attraction to the male body, the spread of an amazing chest at the gym, the bubble of a nice butt in a tight pair of jeans, and now recently, the bigger the package on a guy, the more enamored I was with him. "John," she cooed as she looked in my eyes, "the longer you deny it, the harder it's going to be to truly enjoy what you're feeling during sex. Just let it go, okay? I'm not mad at you. Honestly, I'm a little relieved." "Relieved?" I answered, more than a little confused. "I've learned some things about myself recently too, honey and since I've just given you permission to experiment with your sexuality, I suppose it won't hurt you too much to admit that I've been experimenting a little on my own. You remember my friend Eileen from college?" I was mesmerized. Here I was hiding every bit of what I was feeling deep down in my soul and my wife had already been with someone else. "Lizzy, does this mean you want a divorce?" For some strange reason I was hurt and scared for my life at that moment. "No, John, I don't want a divorce. But I do want the freedom to explore what I've discovered about myself, and in turn I'll give you the same freedom. I guess they call it an open relationship." »»»»» That was a year and a half ago. Lizzy and Eileen now live in the house that I called home for eight years with the kids. She considers herself bi-sexual, but I'm not kidding myself anymore. We divorced after I met Rich, my partner, at a gay singles event sponsored by our church, UUC if you must know. After dating for about six months I moved all of my stuff from the spare room, where I'd been staying for a while prior to the divorce, to Rich's house. The kids spend every weekend with us and they call me Daddy and Rich, Papa. It took a little while for them to get used to the whole arrangement, but at six and seven, they were young enough to adapt pretty well. Rich is pretty well endowed, luckily for me, and he gladly plows my ass as often as possible. We tried switching once or twice, but I just don't get off on fucking anything anymore, and he's not too crazy about being topped, so we coexist quite peacefully. It took me a long time to realize that wanting to have sex with another man meant that I was really and truly gay, but once I did things were much more pleasant in my life. It's a lot easier to get through the day now, knowing that Rich is waiting for me every night, and that more often than not my greedy little ass is going to get the workout it craves. Constant Craving Thank you for taking the time to read my submission. check me out on FB Elle Jerome, Author or on twitter @lovellejerome. XOXOXO Chapter 1 Kenda Pierce needed to get out. Yesterday had been the anniversary of her best friend's death. Taryn's final instructions had been for Kenda to live her life and to not waste one precious moment wishing and waiting as she, Taryn had done. Kenda called all of her girls to go out for drinks and dancing, but when all of them turned her down; she put on her best freak'em dress and her highest stilettos and hit The 31 Club, the hottest club in Buffalo. There was well over a few hundred people, but Kenda felt eyes on her. She moved around the club and eventually found a seat at the bar that allowed her to see all the action and participate if she felt like it. "Kenda, what will it be?" Jack Sortino, the owner of The 31 Club had done business with Kenda's real estate firm, so they were friendly. "You can give me a nice glass of Carolina Red," Kenda stated with a smile. Kenda looked around while she waited for her wine. Again, she felt eyes on her. Jack returned with her wine and she thanked him with a wink and a smile. "Don't make promises you can't keep young lady. I may be old, but there is plenty of steam left in this engine." Jack winked back at Kenda and went about serving the rest of the customers around the large bar. Kenda swayed to the music slowly as she enjoyed her wine until she felt strong arms embrace her. "The sexiest woman in the club should never drink alone." Royce Bryant's lips were grazing the side of Kenda's neck. "Who says I'm alone?" Her voice had that huskiness to it that let Royce know he was turning her on. He liked that about Kenda. She was a sensual woman. Though he had only scratched the surface of her passion on their one and only date, he knew there was more to this woman, and he was determined to find out the depths of her passion. "Let's see, you are sitting at the bar, but there is an empty seat next to you. I've been watching you since you walked in and the only man that has caught your interest is old man Jack. I'd like to think I have a better chance than he does." Royce's hands discreetly sought out her breast and her nipple begged for attention. "Not to mention you haven't asked me to move my hands yet. And, I know your mother taught you better manners than to allow a man such liberties when you are in the company of another." His breath smelled of mint and his tongue and teeth were wreaking havoc on her ear. A slow moan escaped Kenda's lips when Royce's hands traveled lower to the hem of her very short dress and headed toward the heat permeating from her slit. She crossed her legs to stop his travels. Royce sat down in the seat next to her, but never loss contact with her thighs. "Do you remember the night we went out?" Royce's hands on her thighs felt so good that she trembled slightly. Unable to speak, she only nodded. "Do you remember what I did to you?" Again, she nodded. How could she ever forget the way his tongue had brought her to the most delicious orgasm she had ever known? "I still know the taste of your pussy on my tongue." Royce eased her thighs apart and his fingers began stroking her clit through her silk thong panties. He stood up to make it look as if he was whispering in her ear. He then moved her panties to the side and slid two of his fingers inside her. Kenda moaned and closed her eyes. "Stay with me, Kenda, you don't want anyone to know you are on the verge of an orgasm." The deep timbre of Royce's voice made her shiver with longing. "Royce, please, you have to stop." Her voice was strained. Royce knew she was close to her release and he still had the vision of her beautiful face implanted on his brain from the last time he brought her to this peak. Instead of stopping, Royce flexed his fingers so that they went deeper inside of her and her walls squeezed around his fingers bringing them into contact with the rush of her juices as he watched her fight the urge to scream out her release. "Now, I want you to go into the ladies room and get cleaned up. You are going to call your sister and tell her you are spending the weekend with a friend and we are going to my penthouse and I am going to worship this beautiful body until you can't take anymore." Royce removed his hand and offered Kenda his handkerchief. As Royce had instructed she went to the ladies' room and cleaned herself up, thankfully no one entered. She quickly pulled herself together and retouched her make-up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and could not remember the last time she had felt this relaxed. I guess a good orgasm is all you need, she thought to herself. Kenda's focus began to come back and she stopped short of leaving the restroom. Royce had now given her two of the best orgasms she had ever known, without sexually penetrating her. Her body shivered involuntarily at the thought of what actual lovemaking would bring. Not lovemaking, her inner voice stated, just a fuck. Kenda reached for the door, but then stepped back inside. She couldn't do this. There was no way for her to spend the weekend with Royce, and then see him on Monday morning as if nothing had happened. As quickly as the thought entered her mind to not go with Royce, she just as quickly heard Taryn's voice urging her to let go and explore the full extent of her sexuality. Kenda remembered the long conversations she'd had with Taryn. Taryn was the only person who knew of her unfulfilled sexuality. Taryn alone knew of how much she craved giving over complete control of her body to someone else. She had confided this secret to Taryn one night after they had split a bottle of Carolina Red wine Kenda had shipped in from the Duplin Winery in North Carolina. Taryn had encouraged her to find someone she could trust and just give in to the craving. Kenda had told only Taryn of her last encounter with Royce Bryant. Now here he was again. How ironic it was the anniversary of Taryn's death. Taryn's words echoed in her head again. "Don't sit around waiting for what you want to come to you. Go out and live your life the way you want to live it; critics be damned." Kenda opened the door of the ladies room and was slightly shocked to see Royce waiting right outside the door holding her wrap. "Well aren't we impatient," Kenda said with a slight unsure smile. "I think I've waited long enough." Royce pulled her into his arms and kissed her. The kiss rendered her speechless, and made her sex wet all over again. Royce broke the kiss. "I have been waiting eight long months to get another taste of you and now that I have the chance, I'm taking it. I'm taking you."