Chapter 1. Home fantasy
Megan couldn't resist the deep urge inside as she finally succumbed and plunged her finger into her slippery kitty. These sessions were becoming increasingly frequent. Her urges seemed insatiable. Her rational side reasoned that this was just a temporary phase of overactive hormones. Surely, It will pass. But this was already the third time she masturbated this morning.
"Just one more time", she thought.
Her increasingly perverted desires and body overpowered any sensible explanation. She concentrated on her fingers moving in and out of her wetness. She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting herself. Before, she would never have thought to do such a thing.
"Good girls don't do these things. Right?" she would constantly ask herself.
Now, Megan was beginning to find her own smell intoxicating and she imagined that it was the cum of her imaginary lover.
"Yes, cum inside me," she whispered, as if her lover were there, as she brought her wet fingers to her mouth.
She pinched her nipples with her wet finger.
Then, her thoughts rapidly turned to a new fantasy that she had been having lately. Something, that she had never desired or imagined until now -- sex with another woman.
"Oh, lick me there my little pet," she imagined her beautiful mistress commanding her. "Make me cum."
Megan imagined serving her mistress in a medieval castle. She was her woman servant attending to all her needs. By smelling and tasting her own pussy juice on her fingers, it became more real. Now, she imagined this to be the essence of her imaginary Mistress. She rubbed her hand hard over her nose and mouth as her tongue licked furiously, imagining that her fingers were her mistress' pussy.
"That's it my little slave girl, lick my clit," her Mistress would implore her.
The mistress was positioned over her head, moving back and forth, rubbing hard against her face. Her nose slipped into the entrance of her Mistress's wet kitty.
With her other hand, she pinched her nipples and then quickly reached down to rub herself. Her fantasy was so vivid and alive. Also, her smell made the images even more real. She rubbed faster and faster against her engorged pussy. When she was this aroused, her clit was hard, and even touching it sent shock waves through her body.
She wanted to cum so badly. She rubbed harder and faster, while at the same time pulling and pinching her nipples with all her force. She was approaching climax. As her fingers ran all along the wet outside of her pussy, she would occasionally let one of her fingers penetrate her small tight entrance.
"Why is your slutty entrance so small, my pet? Are you a virgin?" her Mistress asked her.
"I,... um, well..I," she mumbled to her imaginary Mistress, not wanting to admit the truth.
"Speak, my slave or you shall be punished," the Mistress said sternly.
"Because, Mistress, my husband doesn't fill me with his small cock," she said defeated.
"Yes, we shall need to find a bigger cock for this slutty pet," the Mistress responded, triumphantly. "But for now, you shall service my pussy."
Megan never wanted to outright admit it because she loved Nathan, her husband, so much. But it was true that his small cock left her frustrated. It never bothered her before, but now her rampant sexual fantasies have begun to open up a new desire in her.
She wanted to feel what it was like to have a real man's cock inside her. Yes, she desired a real man to fill and squirt inside her. She was becoming obsessed with the idea.
With these thoughts, she continued to rub her pussy faster and harder.
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Before this moment, Megan had been working on her latest oil painting all morning. As had become typical, she was pantiless and only wore one of her husband Nathan's button-down shirts. She loved how her thick hairy pussy felt without panties. When she had settled into her couch she opened her legs and closed her eyes. Her kitty was already wet with her sexual excitement.
Lately, she never wore panties around the house. First, she only did this when Nathan would go off to work. However, then one Saturday, she decided not to wear them, making sure that one of Nathan's button-down dress shirts almost didn't cover her sufficiently. She made sure that when she bent down or moved quickly, that the telltale signs of her hairy pussy could just be seen.
She would purposely make movements in front of him so the shirt would slightly reveal her secret. She did this because she hoped that Nathan would notice. Also, the thrill of being discovered was a turn-on. She wanted to see his reaction. But, it was as if he didn't even notice, and she was disappointed.
Once she even went to the grocery store with Nathan like this. She had expected that he say something, but he didn't. A few years ago, he would have noticed right away.
His waning sexual libido was not for Megan's physical appearance. Megan was not just your average pretty girl. She was spectacularly beautiful. Everything about her physical appearance seemed utter perfection itself.
She had a thin athletic figure with small firm breasts that were topped off with deep brown and perfectly formed nipples. Her facial features were Celtic, almost elfish, with a thin pointy nose, greenish eyes, high cheekbones, and large pouting lips. Her dirty blonde hair was straight, thick, and cut shoulder length, enough so that some days she could put it in a ponytail. By all accounts, she was someone that people noticed.
"You are my beautiful elf," Nathan would say when they were just married. "You are the most beautiful girl on the planet. Why did you marry me?" he would say slightly joking, but with a sense of truthful self-doubts.
"Because I love you so much, Nathan," she would answer reassuringly. "You know that."
This seemed to assuage his self-doubts about himself and his manhood.
"Besides, you are my little pet," she said teasing him and trying to deflect such conversations; giving him a nudge and making him smile and think of something else.
"Yeah, but you could have any man."
"But, I want you, my love," she said.
She kissed his delicate lips. She often thought it was like kissing another woman. Of course, she never said such a thing out loud.
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Megan and her husband Nathan had been married for four years. He was a junior data analyst at Barret-Peters Equities, an up-and-coming hedge fund that developed block-chain infrastructure for algorithmic trading. Between the volatility of the market and fast-paced changes in the trading field, Nathan was working more than ever and stress was constant. As a result, their once-active sex life was far more diminished. But the truth was, his work had nothing to do with sexual failings.
"He is working so hard," she would convince herself of Nathan's sexual apathy. She would make such excuses for him. "He is stressed out," she would say.
But this displaced the problem. This just avoided the unavoidable. In the meantime, she satisfied her sexual desires with her own secret sexual fantasies.
Nathan was an attractive man. Well, that is not a good description. For a man, he was too attractive and too pretty. If anything, his features were quite feminine and boyish. He had large blue eyes, a slender nose, and straight blondish-red hair. His skin was clear and white with no facial hair at all. This made him look younger than his 29 years. He had perfect white teeth, thin lips, but relatively high cheekbones for a man. His hands were slender with long fingers and his frame was slight.
His body was thin and lacked body hair except for the pubic hair around his small cock and balls. With such a thin and hairless body, he looked like a teenager. In fact, when they went to the coast that summer at the family's beach house, people confused him with Megan's younger teenage brother instead of her husband of nearly thirty.
