Suite Altered Love

Cynthia lay stretched out naked across the bed, but there was no look of satisfaction in her eyes or her limbs.

Her date had left moments earlier after a failed attempt to inspire anything resembling arousal in her.

From the time visibly displayed on the bedside clock, he'd shot his wad in less time than it took her to do her nails.

There was mostly a look of bewilderment.

Wondering how it was even possible that a young stud could have cum so quickly, she sat up to look at herself in the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed.

By anyone's rating system, Cynthia was considered an outright hottie; this only made the questions swirling in her mind that much more troubling.

What, she wondered, was she doing wrong?

As she studied her young, nude body, she saw herself with fresh eyes and began adding up the possibilities; she started counting the exciting opportunities missed by this recent encounter.

She grasped her firm, natural tits and watched with delight as her nipples gladly pointed skyward. Passing her hands down her body, she hugged the subtle curve of her hips and slid her fingers slowly down to the thin, dark triangle patch to the tip of her disgruntled pussy.

Something had to be done.

As she stared deeper into her reflection, she realized her true need: she required someone with vision, someone with more than just an active sex drive and a large tool; she needed someone with imagination and a strong desire to excite her.

Within seconds she was reaching for the phone.

She hadn't used the service before, but times had changed and she was tired of naïve horny young men with limited skills and even more limited attention spans: She needed a real man with natural talent and the number was already programmed into the phone.

At the sound of the first ring, she felt a glimmer between her thighs.

"Hello, Love Guns," the husky voice answered. "How can we satisfy your need?"

Shivers ran down the length of Cynthia's arm, but she was determined.

"Yes, Love Guns, I need a real man and I need him fast," Cynthia blurted out before the chance to recoil from regret entered her mind.

"Is this a sexual emergency?" the husky voice asked.

"Yes," Cynthia nearly shouted. "Now. I'm in dire need here."

There was an exaggerated pause on the other end of the line.

"A real man? Now? That's going to be a problem. And you're sure it's an emergency."

"Listen. I was told this was a 24-hour service. I'm paying good money here and I don't schedule my emergencies. Can you satisfy me or not?"

As Cynthia's frustrated desire gave way to mere frustration, she found a growing sense of empowerment taking hold.

A girl can only survive for so long on dildos and self-love, she told herself. But again, the voice on the line took his sweet time in responding.

"Are you open to alternatives?" the husky voice asked in a suggestive tone.

"Meaning what?" Cynthia asked, anxious to conceal her desperation.

"Well. It's late. And since technically we can't satisfy your requested need, we'd send an alternate option. If you do get satisfaction, we simply ask that you recommend this aspect of your stay to fellow travelers."

"It's a deal," Cynthia agreed and quickly hung up the phone.

As she sat, she considered getting dressed, but as the moment settled in, she lay back down without putting on so much as more lipstick.

There was a knock on her door less than five minutes later.

"It's open," Cynthia said from her reluctant reclined position.

She watched as the knob turned and the door opened slowly.

At first, all she saw was a figure in the dark entrance, but as her visitor entered her hotel suite it became clear that she had indeed been sent an alternative solution to her urgent needs.

"Is your name, Cynthia?" the shapely woman dressed in a black bodysuit inquired. In her hand, she held what appeared to be a small, black case.

"Yes. But my friends call me, Cyn," Cynthia said without moving a muscle.

"Well, Cyn," the woman said as she closed the door and stepped just inside, "it appears you're in urgent need of satisfaction. Can you reveal in explicit terms the nature of your sexual emergency?"

"With pleasure," Cynthia announced as she eased herself up and began crawling toward the foot of the bed. As she divulged her plight, she gestured wildly in an attempt to dramatize the severity of her sexual crisis.

"I've been here nearly two weeks. I've tried almost every young stud who approached me in the bar -- even the ones from the lobby -- and not once has any of them come close to giving me an orgasm. Have you any idea what that's like? Yesterday, I had to resort to fingering myself in the shower just so I remembered how everything worked. And now this latest one came all over my stomach before I'd even unhooked my bra."

The woman in black listened intently to her story; and as she did, she took visual stock of the room and of Cynthia's nude body.

"You are in need, aren't you, Cyn?" the woman asked as she stopped at the foot of the bed to study Cynthia's figure more closely.

"I'm wound so tight," Cynthia confessed as she knelt near the foot of the bed, "I'm not even bothered that you're not a man. Your service guarantees satisfaction.

"Our aim is to satisfy our guests," the woman in black responded.

"Good. Can you satisfy me?"

The woman in black silently reached over and slowly ran her fingers up the length of Cynthia's arm until the very tips of her fingernails brushed gently against the very edge of her nipple.

"The goal at Love Guns," she said as her fingers danced across Cynthia's breasts and up her neck, "is to satisfy every client beyond their wildest dreams, despite their expectations."

The frustration in Cynthia's body had far from subsided, but as the woman's fingers ran up the side of her face, into her hair, and clenched the back of her head, she felt a sense of release come over her.

A stir could be felt under her skin and between her thighs.

"Since you're already undressed," the woman in black continued, "and since I can feel the extreme urgency pulsing through every pore of your body," she said as she stepped even closer, "there's no need to pretend I can't satisfy you in ways others haven't."

Cynthia tried helplessly to resist the sensations rising up within her, but the woman in black was right -- from the moment she'd entered the room, Cynthia's body had already begun to quake from anticipation.

An inherent lust had developed and she knew this was what she'd been craving.

"Now," the woman continued, "if you'll lie back, and allow me to get noticeably more comfortable, I believe I can calm your nerves and satisfy that deep longing within you."

Cynthia did as asked and spread herself back down onto the bed. She watched as the woman set down the small, black bag and slowly undid her form-fitting bodysuit from the nape of her neck to just below her navel, the inside curve of her breasts lightly exposing themselves from behind the shiny material.

Cynthia couldn't help but touch herself as the woman's natural breasts popped free -- watched as her abdomen bared itself in front of her. Then, as the woman freed herself completely from the bodysuit, Cynthia let out an unintentional squeal as her fingers probed the edges of her moist pussy.

"How does it feel?" the woman, nude in front of her, asked. "And would you like to feel even better?"

"Please," Cynthia pleaded -- completely free of inhibition.

"Then allow me," the woman replied as she placed her hands down upon Cynthia's and gently pulled them from her clit.

"I think we can do better."

She opened the bag and slowly extracted a curved, pink, strapless dildo.

Slowly and deliberately, she widened her stance in front of Cynthia as she carefully inserted one end inside herself and then applied a small amount of lubricant to the rest.

"Have you imagined, my darling, Cyn," the woman asked as she began stroking the length of the dildo from top to bottom, "how it might feel if the right person came along and changed your entire perspective?"

"She'd have to be extremely gifted," Cynthia answered -- her eyes glued to the woman's hands slowly massaging the neon phallus between her thighs.

"Then allow me to bestow upon you a gift," the woman said as she lowered herself closer to Cynthia's waiting body.

"Close your eyes and imagine me any way you like -- as long as the image elicits desire."

Cynthia closed her eyes and tried picturing her perfect man, but the moment the woman penetrated her she needed to see it -- needed the experience in full detail.

"It's not working," she exclaimed. "I need to see," she said as her eyes popped open, "to believe that you're the one filling me with these intense feelings."

The woman continued her rhythmic pulses, continued her repetitive thrusts inside Cynthia's waiting pussy -- her hands pressed tightly on Cynthia's inner thighs as she plunged in and out.

"I'm here for no reason other than to satisfy you, my darling, Cyn," she told her as her pelvis pushed time and again against Cynthia's eager pussy.

"Take from me all the pleasure I have to give," she instructed. "Take each deep plunge of my sex and let it fill the innermost reaches of your soul," she said as she toyed with Cynthia's levels of endurance.

"I want you to imagine me inside you forever, thrusting slowly then quickly while I anticipate how close you are to orgasm before pulling out to prolong the sensation. Watch me as I give you the very essence of myself -- all while treating you to immense levels of sustained pleasure."

Cynthia's body reacted to the repeated thrusts inside her. She reached back to gain hold of the headboard as the woman relentlessly thrust deep into her pussy -- her lips tightening and releasing on the pink dildo as it probed inside her.

She watched as the woman smiled, smiled knowing that Cynthia was speechless and overcome with physical pleasure -- the intensity of her passionate thrusts building deep inside her inner thighs, her lower abdomen, and well inside the walls of her wet clit.

Cynthia was moments from climax.

"Tell me your name," Cynthia begged.

"No," the woman replied as she continued fucking her.

"I need to know your name," Cynthia insisted, barely able to speak.

"You only need to know how I feel," the woman replied as she intensified the speed of her thrusts.

Cynthia's body was electrified.

As the woman continued thrusting into her, she felt herself lose control and give in. She gripped the sheets as she came hard and the streams of elation ran the length of her limbs and back into her core.

Her legs wrapped tightly around the woman and she bit into her own arm to keep from screaming from physical amazement.

Seeing Cynthia's extended orgasm, the woman slowly eased back. She stroked Cynthia's legs with one hand and gently pulled the dildo out of her pussy with the other.

Cynthia lay speechless atop the bed.

"Have your needs been met?" the woman asked.

Cynthia lay silent, her body still recovering from the immense sensations surging through her like a wave.

"Men -- have so much to learn," Cynthia uttered as she sprawled out across the bed, "before they'll ever truly get inside the body of a woman."

"That's exactly how I feel," the woman replied as she slipped back into her black bodysuit and silently disappeared from the room.