I woke the morning after my wedding night a bundle of unspent energy and pent up sexual desire, in other words, I was as horny as hell. The quick tonguing the pretty hostess had given me on the flight over and the fumbling fingering my pathetic husband supplied hadn't done anything to satisfy me. If anything, they had only served to stimulate me, to sharpen my need for complete satisfaction.
I smiled when I remembered turning the tables on my husband by strapping on a dildo and fucking him instead of what he expected, him fucking me. The memory of him sucking the big rubber cock strapped to me fanned the flames of my desire. Only a long session of whole-body worship by a willing woman would be able to sate me, temporarily. An Amazon like me requires constant attention from a variety of beautiful women to keep me happy.
Steve, my new groom, lay sleeping as I slipped from our bed. He was a real mummy's boy but I had taken the first steps to cut her apron-strings. Soon, he would belong to me, totally. I pulled on a pair of tight and tiny stretch shorts, a sport crop-top and headed for the gym. It was too early for anyone else to be here so I was able to set it up to suit my requirements. I loaded every weight I could find onto the bench-press bar and adjusted the hydraulic machines to their highest setting and started. And hour later I was feeling less frustrated, but just as horny, which made me dangerous. In this mood I was capable of searching out my prey and, with the force of my will alone, have them submit to my every desire.
I studied myself in one of the long mirrors. My arms and my thighs had been pumped to their magnificent best. Between the top of my shorts and the bottom of my crop-top was a six-pack of bunched muscle that any man would be proud of. My long black hair lay in a thick plat over my left shoulder, the tip resting against a breast that was as sculptured as it was firm. Looking at my image I could understand why so many men longed to have me and why so many women became my willing sex-pets. I was simply gorgeous!
My good mood evaporated the moment I stepped into our room. Steve sat on our bed with a tray of food on his lap. His face looked like he'd just sucked on a lemon.
"What's your problem?" I demanded, going on the offensive.
"Where have you been? I was worried?"
"I woke early and headed to the gym!"
"You could have left a note or something."
It was time to stop this now! "How dare you lecture me? You were the lazy one, sleeping through the first morning of our honeymoon. If you want to know what I am doing, I suggest you get your ass out of bed at a reasonable time and get with the program!"
He was sulking now. "I only meant that I was worried."
"I hope you don't expect me to report my every movement to you because I've got bad news for you."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I was...oh hell, are you hungry?"
"I'm starved."
"I ordered breakfast for you." he said, pointing to the tray on the sideboard at my elbow. "I wasn't sure what you would want so I got a little of everything."
I walked passed the tray and around to the far side of the bed. Fluffing up the pillow I sat on the bed and stared at my husband.
"What?"
"I'm waiting for my breakfast."
A satisfied smirk settled on my lips as Steve quickly set his own tray aside and rush to collect the try I'd just walked passed.
I was happily munching though a bowl of cereal when I sensed him watching me. "What now?"
"I would like to talk about last night."
I gave a shrug of my shoulders. "Go ahead."
"I am not going to deny that I enjoyed some of what we did but even you have to admit that it might not be seen as normal."
"I was perfectly normal to me." I told him, lifting the lid on a plate of two poached eggs on a bed of buttered toast.
He fidgeted nervously now. "But we didn't even...even..."
"Fuck?" I finished for him.
The little precious blushed; god his mother has a lot to answer for!
"That's not exactly how I would have put it, but yes!"
"We fucked, remember. I stuck a big rubber dick up your ass and reamed you." I told him with a laugh.
"I remember, but you know what I mean, we didn't do it the normal way."
"Are you trying to tell me you want to stick your dick in my pussy and fuck me?"
He couldn't bring himself to meet my eye now. "Yes."
"I don't do that." I told him bluntly.
"You don't do what?"
"Fuck men."
He looked like I'd just slapped his face.
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said, I don't allow men to fuck me."
"Then why did you marry me?"
"Hey, you asked me remember." I knew my answer was ridiculous but I wasn't ready to be completely honest with him just yet.
"Surely you don't mean that we will never have sex together?"
"That isn't what I said. We will have plenty of sex; just not the way I think you may have imagined it. If you are a good boy, and do as you are told, you will have more sex than you could have imagined in your wildest dreams." What I didn't tell him was it would be with other men. That is my true weakness, watching men having sex together.
He looked a little happier now.
"Don't you worry too much about it; we have only been married for less than a day, give things time to sort themselves out."
To keep him happy, I spent the morning with him. When I couldn't stand it any longer, I guided him to the reception area and found a nice tour for him to go on. He looked crestfallen when he discovered that I wasn't coming along but I told him I wanted to spend the afternoon making myself beautiful for him. He was still reluctant but I put my foot down telling him it would be best to have a little time apart to think things through.
The moment the bus pulled from the carpark I dashed back to our Villa and slipped into the tiniest bikini I had. The top consisted of some string straps with two triangles of sheer material that barely covered my hard nipples and the pouch of my thong bottoms clung to my shaved vulva so tightly they were clearly outlined. Slipping on a pair of sunglasses I headed to the beach.
It didn't take long to find my first targets. A mature woman was lying on a lay-boy while her teenage daughter attended her. The woman was stunning in the sophisticated way only the genuinely rich can achieve. Her one-piece bathing suit was stretched tightly over her ample beasts and cut high over her hips to display her long shapely legs. She looked very inviting but it was the insipid daughter who had really caught my eye. She probably weighed no more that seventy pounds and was I guessed, no more than seventeen. Young girls who are so stick thin that they don't look as though they have the strength to lift their hair out of their eyes disgust me yet I am inexplicably drawn to them. This pathetic little bitch was making my pussy tingle with desire.
I strutted my stuff in front of her mother. The mother shifted nervously on her lay-boy. Holding my hand out at my shoulder height, I asked her, "Have you seen a nervous looking man, about so high, with sandy blonde hair?"
She gave a genuine smile. "And who would he be?"
"My husband, we were married yesterday."
"And you have lost him already; that was careless of you my dear."
She had wit, big fucking deal! I promised myself I'd soon have her tonguing my asshole for that!
"Tell me dear, why would he be nervous?"
I forced a return smile. "Because he knows I am searching for what I need."
"And what would that be dear?"
I swear, if the rich bitch calls me dear one more time I am going to slap her!
"I'm searching for someone who can satisfy me in a way he can't."
Her smile slipped and she swallowed hard. "And who would that be?"
I took off my sunglasses and stared into her eyes. "I think it might be you."
