This is the continuation of the story of Natalia. An intelligent and beautiful woman with borderline sociopathic tendencies, she spends her free time seeking out ways to cater to her high libido and sex addiction. Start at the beginning for the full story!
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The next day, Natalia wakes to the rising level of sunlight entering her bedroom. She yawns, stretching out and running her hands along her silky sheets. She closes her eyes, finding small pleasure in the smoothness on her skin. *I'm already hungry,* she muses, not referring to the growling in her stomach.
That would have to wait. Today is Saturday, and Natalia plans on meeting her sexual desires as much as possible. But first, she needs to follow her routine.
She rises to her feet, and reaches for a garment. As she sleepily stretches out, she dons a silky and slightly transparent robe, letting it remain open as she walks to the kitchen. Halting in front of her mirror, she pauses and admires her form.
Natalia always tended to sleep in the nude, and last night was no exception. She runs her hands along her silky garment, pulling it apart to fully expose herself to the mirror. Natalia took great pride in her body, and she works hard to keep in in peak condition.
She admires her slender, athletic shoulders, running her fingertips gently over them. She then frames her beautiful C cup breasts, turning her body from side to side as she admires her perky, pink nipples. Continuing her exploration, she runs her hands over her flat stomach, eyeing her slender waist and toned abs. Her hips and waist curve seductively out, forming a flawless hourglass feminine form. She slightly spreads her legs, admiring her bald pussy in the soft sunlight. Continuing lower, Natalia's gaze dances over her long and slender legs. She stands quite tall for a woman at 5'10, and her impeccable posture accentuates her height. To finish off her show, she turns to her side, admiring her smooth, supple, heart shaped ass.
Natalia's physical appearance was very necessary for her secret way of life. Throughout her time in college, she learned that if she wanted to be able to regularly seduce men, she needed to be more than a pretty face. In fact, Natalia imagined that a lot of her targets had attractive wives. She had to become something else entirely to be able to trap these otherwise faithful men, and she worked very hard on her physique. With her flawless features, platinum blonde hair, and intense blue eyes, she seemed almost otherworldly. With her beauty, even the most dutiful of husbands couldn't help but hope and fantasize. Once they've done that, she had them.
With a flourish of her robe, she resumes walking to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a single egg. She cracks it over a pan and turns on the burner, then turns to prepare her morning smoothie. As she mills about the kitchen, she flips on her TV, and turns to one of the premium channels she routinely caters to. The sound of soft moaning fills the room. She checks the title of the program; "Cougars at College." She smirks at the silly and blunt title, and settles back into her breakfast routine.
As Natalia finishes preparing her meal, she takes in the scene playing out in front of her. A younger man licks the pussy of an older woman, perhaps late thirties. She moans and bucks her hips in fake ecstasy, as the young stud sloppily dangles his tongue out and tickles her cunt in a way that would bring about no real pleasure in reality. She scoffs for a moment, but then allows herself to be drawn into the pornographic show, admiring the cheesy, if not clumsy, attempt at sensuality.
Natalia loves the idea of being a cougar; however, being only 26, she doesn't quite fit that category. Still, she relates to the stereotype of cougars aggressively searching out men, taking what they needed from their younger conquests. Now that, she could identify with.
Impulsively, she reaches for her phone on the countertop, choosing a contact and rapidly typing out a short, curt message.
*Free now. Door unlocked. Get here*
She waits impatiently for a response, her eyes darting back and forth between her TV and phone screen. Finally, a new message pops up.
*on my way.*
Natalia glances at the clock. *Fifteen minutes.* she stamps her foot impatiently, turn off the TV and pacing back and forth, until stopping to peer out the window of her high rise apartment.
She needed some go to men in her life, as searching through bars and hotels was not a feasible and sustainable activity to keep going throughout the week. Natalia's urges were very intense, and frequent. She found herself to be much more impulsive, irritable, and erratic when she goes without sex for even a portion of a day.
Although she enjoyed the rawness and excitement from fucking total strangers in public, there were a few bonuses to having her select myriad of partners. For starters, she made sure her 'regulars' were free from STDs, and she made it clear to them that they needed to routinely receive check ups if they wanted their arrangements with her to continue.
Also, she kept them all at a cold distance. This one in particular, who was currently on the way, understood and respected this. He was a young nineteen year old college student with raging hormones, and he was sort of a dick. It didn't matter to Natalia. He saw her as somewhat of a booty call, which she appreciated. Her other partners tended to view her as a friend with benefits, despite her cold personality. To her, they were a means to an end.
Manuel, the one coming over, had a clearer understanding with Natalia. He left her alone, unless she contacts him first. He made time whenever she called, and would usually be present as soon as possible.
Today was no different. Her phone rings quicker than she anticipated, and she picks up and buzzes him into the front gate without a word. Her hand darts to her clit and she plays with herself in quiet anticipation. She allows her robe to slip over her shoulders and cascade to her elbows as she slides her finger down into her growing wetness, leaning against the windowsill. Her eyes dart to the TV screen, as the young stud begins to jackhammer into his costar, in such a way that Natalia would no doubt be receiving very soon.
The door creaks open as Manuel steps into her entryway, a barely concealed youthful lust washing over his face as he sees Natalia posed on the windowsill. He clasps his hands together as he takes in the sight of her, leaving her front door slightly ajar.
She realizes with a quick glance in the mirror across the room that she looked exceptionally beautiful in the natural morning sunlight. Her robe had fallen to her elbows, exposing her full chest, and with one leg on the ground and the other on the windowsill, the young man got a full view of her bald pussy. She dips her finger in between her slick lips and presses in as her attention returns to the man in front of her.
Manuel was an athletic, lean specimen of Puerto Rican descent. He was the kind of guy that meticulously focused on his appearance, always with a fresh haircut, line up, and not a single hair on his body. He had on a tank top and basketball shorts, and due to the perspiration on his forehead and the sweat on his clothes, Natalia surmises that he had just come straight from the gym.
Manuel steps into the main room, casually taking off his tank top and letting it fall carelessly on the floor. Natalia remains where she is, wordlessly watching him as she slowly masturbates, adding a second finger to her efforts.
"I was in the area," Manuel states, as he glances over at the pornographic scene on the TV. He chuckles and looks back at Natalia. "I kinda figured a girl like you would be into porn."
Natalia arches an eyebrow at him; not so much as a defensive response, as it was a question of why he was wasting time. He knew her rules. Fucking her was a privilege that she could rescind at any point, and he knew it. The rules were simple; no small talk, and her pleasure comes first.
Manuel chuckles again as he kicks his sneakers off, letting them roll haphazardly around the room. He approaches her purposefully, until he stands directly in front of her. A fierce look crosses his face, and he reaches out and pulls her hand free from her pussy. With his other hand, he roughly replaces her fingers with his own. Natalia inhales sharply at the intrusion, but remains still perched on the windowsill. Manuel knew what he was doing, and he knew exactly how she liked it.
She leans forward as he swirls his fingers around inside of her, making sure that they are coated in her juices. She takes in his masculine scent, and a shiver crawls down her spine. He smells of sweat and his natural odor. He most likely hasn't taken a shower today, but she doesn't mind. She finds his primal scent intoxicating, and she leans in to take it all in, reaching up to his neck for added support.
Once his fingers are properly lubricated, he slides his middle and ring finger deeper into her, his palm pressing against her throbbing clit. He plants his free hand firmly into her pubic bone, pressing her firmly into the window sill. Natalia takes in a breath, almost trembling with anticipation. She is not like other women, who want to have dainty, soft foreplay. She needs, almost craves, rough and purposeful sex. Manuel knows this, and probably appreciates this aspect of her sexuality. She exhales and gyrates her hips against his grip, giving him permission.
