A Slut Is Born Ch 05

CHAPTER 5: ADDICTIVE PLEASURES

All my life I set goals seriously. I had always refused to take on a task or responsibility in a half-assed manner. When I got married, I committed myself to that even though it turned out my ex apparently hadn't. Dedication to my job was the way I quickly rose to be Vice President at 38. So when Travis set the goal of performing deep-throat and fucking my ass, I accepted both as worthy new goals and experiences.

Every night after work included time for my throat and ass. Opening my ass was a matter of pushing past the initial pain of stretching and the discomfort of the plug being inside, especially when it was the larger plug. My throat was a different matter. My throat was almost a psychological barrier to break through first. I read women's forums and guidelines on the internet about deep-throating. Women who had conquered it provided encouragement and helpful hints to suppress the gag reflex and to breathe while fucking a cock in the throat which turned out to be a matter of moving the cock head past the nasal passage to fully throat the cock but then pulling back to allow air through the nasal passage without fully removing the cock. It took a lot of practice and the flexible dildo was perfect, as the woman had suggested.

The ass was surprisingly pliable with the plug once it was in. I found that mid-week I could have the small plug inserted at work for short times without showing any discomfort. It was obscene when I had it inside my ass and I was unexpectedly called to the CEO's office for a conference.

The real issue with anal was the sphincter. The sphincter is a tight muscle designed not to open until it needed to but also designed to close back after it opened. The repeated opening doesn't loosen it, it just allows it to open easier with less resistance. After about two weeks, I was using the dildo. I thought I was ready for Travis, though I felt his thickness would still be a challenge. Challenges were what I excelled at, though.

In the meantime, I also gave Travis's gym a try and ended up switching from the big club to his smaller gym. One of the things I liked about his gym was the comfortable feel about it where the trainers were allowed to offer free suggestions to use the equipment safely and more effectively. It was also fun to see Travis in his professional world. Everything about him impressed me.

* * * *

"Hey, Ms. Vice President," he answered my call.

"Stop it." It was a tease and I knew it. It was one of the differences in our relationship. There was none of the nervousness of offending a possible romantic partner.

"How about 'sexy', then?" he came back quickly with a chuckle.

"Much better," I giggled. "What does your weekend look like? Got time to service a needy friend?" Our situation didn't require beating around any bushes.

"I'm scheduled at work from 8:00 to 3:00 on Saturday. I'm open on Sunday, though."

"How about after work on Saturday and into Sunday? Come here this time? I'll even feed you." Before he could respond, I added, "And, I think I'm ready, Travis."

"Both?"

"Ah ha... I think."

* * * *

The doorbell chimed a little before 4:00 PM. When I opened the front door after peeking out first, I was greeted with, "Damn!"

I stood in front of him in the open door with my arms out to the sides, "You said you like me naked."

"Damn!"

I smiled as I stepped back to let him in with his small duffle. That response was very acceptable. I had a high protein, nutritious stew slow cooking but first things first. I pulled him up the stairs to my bedroom suite. The bed coverlet was already pulled down and a tube of intimate lubrication was centered there. He noticed, gave my bare butt a pat, dropped his duffle next to the door, and began stripping off his pullover shirt. I began with his belt.

"What do you want, first?" I asked. I felt my body flush, my face getting warm, certainly turning color, my nipples hardening, and my pussy flooding. I was offering him sex that now included trying deep-throat and anal.

He reached out to tweak both my nipples before sliding a hand down to stroke my wet pussy. He took me in his arms, hugged me tight as he devoured my mouth, and pulled me off my feet. His cock began hardening against my stomach. It had been two weeks since we had been together. I didn't know if that meant two weeks since he had fucked at all but it was for me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled up for better kissing and he shifted his hands to my butt to lift me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hardening shaft against my pussy. I gasped at the feel of him there as our tongues did their dance of passion.

He never answered me as to what he wanted. Not verbally, anyway. He walked me to the bed and managed to hold me as he crawled onto the center where he laid me on my back. I released only my legs to splay them out to the sides. He shifted enough for his hard cock to drop over my pussy and prod against it. He poked with his cock without using his hands until the right moment when the head met with less impact and parted my needy hole.

I gasped and moaned as his cock began the process of filling my pussy. "OH... GOD..." I exclaimed. "I missed you," I said as I crushed his mouth with mine and tilted my pelvis to accept his steady push into me.

"My cock, you mean?" he questioned.

"Your cock... hmmmm... yes. I'm not ashamed... mmmm... to admit that... I love your cock." I pulled back to look into his eyes, a moan escaping my lips as he pulled back halfway before thrusting back in. "I missed you... ugh mmmm... you, Travis... you make me feel... feel free and desired."

He looked down at me. His cock never stopping to move. His face changed before he asked, "Hard or easy?"

I reached my head up to kiss him intensely. "Hard. I want to explode."

He did, too. He thrust his hard, long, thick cock into me with power and to full depth. My orgasm shook me but I still felt the power of his climax as his seed shot into me in long spurts.

He lay partially on top of me as we fought to recover. Both our bodies were glistening with perspiration. The temperature outside was comfortable which allowed me to open the windows and the gentle breeze coming in had the ever-present humidity with it.

He raised up on an elbow, his cock finally slipping from my pussy. "Did I smell something cooking?" he asked.

"In the slow cooker. Don't worry about time. It'll be ready whenever we get there."

He smiled and sucked on a nipple as his fingers played in my cum-filled pussy. "Good, I want to try out your ass," he said with confidence as if it was a natural thing.

I immediately pushed him onto his back and slithered down his body to his flaccid cock. I began licking and sucking his dark cock. That could have been an opportunity to test deep-throat, too. I decided it was best to attempt one thing at a time. Though I had managed the toys, the idea of his big cock still caused me trepidation.

As much as the idea of anal gave me pause, it seemed to be providing him with excitement given how quickly I had a hard cock in my hands and mouth. I pulled my mouth from his cock, kissed the head, and reached across his body to grasp the forgotten tube of lubrication. I sat on my heels next to him, the tube in my hands looking sheepish.

He rose to his knees, took the tube from me, and directed me to my hands and knees. I did... and waited. Nothing happened for a moment so I looked back over my shoulder to see him applying lube to his cock. I then felt a glob of lube spread over my asshole, then more pressed inside with his finger. I sighed at the penetration and moaned when one finger became two and he twisted them in that hole.

He leaned over me with his long cock along my pussy. He kissed my back, teased a nipple, and whispered in my ear. "Thank you," he whispered.

I shivered. "We haven't done it, yet," I tried to deflect.

"No," he replied softly, "you've already given me a wonderful fuck and you're willing to try this. Remember, you can always say, stop."

I nodded but I knew I would never be uttering that word. Regardless of how it might feel this time, I wanted to give this to him. I wondered if he knew that was now part of me already. Bracing myself with one hand, I used the other to pull one ass cheek to the side. "Fuck me, Travis. Be as gentle as you can, but fuck me."

I felt one of his hands pull my other cheek to the other side to expose my tight opening. The next thing I felt was the head of his cock. I breathed slowly as they said for relaxation, reminding myself of the plugs and dildo I had already been using. For whatever reason, the pressure he applied to my asshole seemed different. I tensed which only made the resistance stronger. Again, I breathed and gently added my own push back against him. I felt the sphincter opening but when the head began pressing in, I gasped at the feeling of stretching. When the head popped inside past the tight ring, I groaned and uttered, "FUCK... ohhhh... oh fuck..."

He leaned over me, again. He fondled a breast and kissed my upper back and neck. "Are you okay, Tessa?" His voice was soft and caring. "I'll wait for you to relax."

He knew what was needed. This wasn't his first anal. Probably none of this was a first for him. That was what made it all perfect, probably. He knew so he could show me, lead me, and teach me. It was only a few moments before I was pushing back against him and that was his signal. He pressed deeper into me, pulled back, and pressed deeper, repeating it until I felt his hips and thighs against mine and I knew he was completely inside me. All that cock deep in my ass. God, it felt like he was in my stomach.

He was quiet, unmoving inside me. He was waiting, giving me time. I didn't need it. I didn't want it. As much as his cock felt consuming in my pussy, it felt more so in my ass. I had to experience it all so I moved. I pulled away and pressed back hard on his pole. From that action, he took over. His hands held my hips as he pulled back... and back until only the head could still be inside. He paused and I tensed for the thrust. The tension wasn't anticipating pain or nerves, though. I tensed in anticipation of the stimulating fullness of his cock fucking me. A surprising element of using the toys was discovering the nerve ending in the anus which gave me pleasure. This wasn't a dead-feeling action for him to get off. This was another anticipated mutual orgasmic experience.

My orgasm was rising. I squeezed with my anal muscles for the same effect I used my pussy muscles and I think the anal muscles were even stronger. He was moaning right with me. When he reached around me to take my clit between his fingers, I cried out and thrust my hips back against his thrust. It was a beautiful orgasm as he held me tightly to his body, his cock jerking and spewing in my anal cavity. I collapsed to my elbows, taking much of his weight on top of me as my body quaked and my asshole and pussy spasmed.

Before heading downstairs to eat, I grabbed a towel from the bathroom. I was leaking cum from both holes.

* * * *

We were streaming a movie in the family room. We hadn't bothered getting dressed. We both knew what would happen again shortly at some point. He was slouched on the sofa and I was positioned lying next to him in such a way that my head was in his lap facing the flat-screen TV on the opposite wall. I had been stroking his cock while he had been fondling my breasts and tweaking my nipples. His hardened cock was in my face so a small move on my part put my lips and tongue on the head.

It wasn't long before I shifted more to take his cock into my mouth while only occasionally looking at the TV. I'd lost interest in the movie. It wasn't that the movie wasn't good. It was expected to be in the running to reap awards at those events. More, I had a hard, big cock before me and that altered my interest completely.

Soon, I had shifted my body to my knees next to him and I knew I had his interest more in what I was doing than the movie. Smart man. I had decided it was time. I sucked his cock, and licked it up and down, basically making sure his cock was well-lubricated with my saliva. Once satisfied, I pushed my mouth down his cock to the back of my mouth and the entrance to my throat. I pulled back, breathed around the head, and pushed down further. I felt the gag reflex, stopped, calmed, and pushed past it. I began doing everything I had learned with the dildo, slowly working my mouth and throat further down his cock. Down and up, over and over. I pulled my mouth completely off gasping and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Damn, Tessa, you almost had it, amazing!" he exclaimed. He held up his thumb and index finger indicating about 2 inches.

Just 2 more inches? I can do 2 more inches I tried to convince myself. Positive attitude, right? I settled myself, breathed calmingly, and began, again. Down, up... down, up. Breathing through my nose each time I cleared the nasal passage as my mouth worked steadily down his cock. My throat stretched and filled as I pushed down and down. I was back in a zone of concentration and effort. My eyes closed, and my mind focused on relaxing and breathing as I moved down the shaft, feeling the head inching deeper.

It was a surprise, in my concentration when my nose bumped into something. My eyes opened and I saw black skin inches in front. I was down to the base and at that moment I remained deeply embedded on his cock as I marveled at succeeding at taking all of his wonderful cock down my throat. My throat flexed on his cock and I held him groaning, his hand lightly on the back of my head, not holding me or pressing but simply touching. I was beginning to need air when I felt the shaft flex and pulse, swelling inside my throat. Maybe someday, I thought, but not today. I pulled back, his cock slowly receding from my throat as my head lifted. I gasped for air with the head in my mouth as the first spurt splashed against the back of my mouth, filling it, and requiring a quick gulp before the next expected stream of cum.

I sucked the head to draw out any additional cum left inside. I mused about his cock deep in my throat when I felt the pulse. What would it be like to have him cum while my lips were at the base of his cock? The timing would have to be perfect to assure I had the air to take all of it before choking. Is such a thing possible? I was pulled from those lusty thoughts.

"Tessa... fuck... you are... amazing!"

I lifted my mouth off his cock and shifted to face him, a huge smile on my face. He had a much softer smile of wonder on his face as he seemed to study my face as one of his hands softly, tenderly brushed my cheek and across my lips. I was sure none of his cum had escaped my mouth so the action was merely tender.

He slowly shook his head from side to side. "That's never been done before. Not on me."

"Others have tried?" I asked amazed at what he was suggesting. He nodded.

He pulled my head to his chest. I could feel and hear the rapid beat of his heart against my ear. "My God, Tessa," he exclaimed. He held me close and softly stroked my body. "What are you capable of?"

Pressed against him, the question bounced around in my brain. What was I capable of? On a whim to shake up my post-disappointing marriage, I allowed myself to experience a stranger. That stranger, this man, had shaken my entire perception of what sex could be. His big cock had taken me to nirvana with each new experience: the first fuck; multiple positions I might have only heard reference to; sucking cock; and finally anal and deep-throat. All of it happened without force or manipulation or coercion. All of it happened because he had shown me how exciting it could be on each step. All of it had happened with my willing and excited anticipation.

I lifted my head from his body and brushed his chest with soft kisses. I pulled back to look into his face. I felt tentative, unsure about how much I wanted to verbalize. I kissed his chin. He must have felt it in me. He asked what I was thinking. I kissed each nipple on his hard, muscled chest.

"You've changed me, Travis." He remained silent. I quickly glanced at his face. He was watching me but it was clear he wasn't about to interrupt my thoughts. "I was looking for a moment of excitement when I met you that night. It might have been the disappointment in my life. It might have been revenge against my ex. Whatever it was I thought it was going to be a moment." I glanced back up. He was intently watching, a hint of concern maybe about where this was going. But he wisely remained silent. I buried my face in his chest. I couldn't see his reaction. This was supposed to be a no-strings, no-emotional-demand relationship. My lips softly brushed his chest as I allowed the words to escape.

"I don't know what happened, Tavis. But... but... I can't... I can't get enough of you. I can't get enough of your cock. I can't get enough of the feeling of cock inside me... my mouth... my pussy... now my ass and throat. I can't get enough orgasms. I can't get enough cum from cock." He lifted my face to gaze into it. "I'm sorry, Travis. I didn't expect this to happen." My vision began to blur as I felt my eyes tearing. I was sure he would push away from my desperate confession. At the least, I felt he would want to set firm limitations on my expectations or his participation. This was so comfortable; one man. "I'm sorry," I repeated.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked as he kissed my forehead and smiled softly.

"I'm... because I've... become so needy." I glanced down at his chest without seeing the dark-muscled slabs but was forming my next words and considering them before the next admission. He wasn't immediately rejecting my desperate need. Be open and honest with him, Tessa, I reminded myself. "I think," I said making firm contact with our eyes, "I've become sort of addicted to sex, orgasms, and cum. I've become addicted to you."

He kissed my forehead, again. Something was reassuring and comforting about that simple contact. "Remember moments ago when I asked what you are capable of?" he softly asked. I nodded. I had just deep-throated him for the first time. "The change in you over the short time we've been doing this has been obvious, Tessa. Your confession isn't a surprise, it's only confirming your awareness and acceptance."

A long sigh of relief escaped my lips. "I'm not wanting too much from this?"

"Too much?" he chuckled, his fingers toying with my nipples. I glanced down and smiled. I did enjoy his casual, familiar touches. "You are one of the sexiest women I have ever known, Tessa. You are beautiful, exciting, and eager to explore new pleasures. Together we are both freed from entanglements to focus on our careers but available for discovering amazing sexual experiences." He raised my chin with one finger and kissed me hard.

He was gazing at me, studying me, perhaps gauging something in his mind. "What?" I asked, still a bit nervous.

A thin smile formed on his face and a decision was made. "Okay," he began. "You have come to accept that you have a strong need to feel cock and orgasms and cum in and on you." It wasn't a question but a statement of confirmation of what I had already confessed. But I nodded another confirmation. "My earlier question remains. What are you capable of? It is an intriguing question, isn't it? After admitting your desirous need, what are you capable of? What are you ready to do to find out?"

I could feel his cock harden under my body. I shifted to uncover it and stroked it to full hardness within only a few strokes. This whole conversation didn't put him off but excited him. What WAS I capable of doing going forward? I had no idea but the posing of the question was exciting, and arousing.