I looked up at the building. This must be the place. It matched the address she had sent me. It was a center for recovering romantics. After the great transactional purge of the 2030s, people were matched according to need. I had been marked as "great reproductive compulsion". An embarrassing way of saying that I was a thirsty bitch. Too horny to function.
I wasn't all the time. But I had an incident in my 20s where I was obsessed with guys who weren't good for me. I survived, I healed, and now I was deemed healthy enough to start taking care of those needs again. In an approved way.
The dating apps had been outlawed. Too many people were harmed, not enough babies born. It wasn't like it used to be, where I could go find someone, bang them, and never see them again.
No. The program required a lasting connection. I steeled my nerves, then went inside.
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She stroked my back, a long stroke down my spine as I sighed. Her hand held me in place as her other hand slid over my tush, further down as I breathed. I heard her chuckle, then slide her hand between my thighs, pushing them apart.
"You're so shy," she said. I gasped as her fingers slid to my trimmed core, teasing me. I whimpered, and she pushed that finger into my slit, stroking me. I couldn't help myself. My back arched as I gasped. "Oh...there you are...poor thing," she smiled. The finger stroked gently, and she pulled my legs a little further apart. So there I was, on her lap, legs lewdly spread as this woman teased me. I didn't struggle. I knew I needed this. She knew.
Her finger slid up and gently rubbed my clit in little circles. I gasped, and her hand pressed me down a bit more. I heard a chuckle, then a pop of some sort of container. Cool liquid slid down my slit and I gasped. That chuckle, that dark chuckle, I heard it again.
"Shh..." she said, stroking my hair with a hand. Her finger spread the lube up and down my slit, making me whimper. "Good girl," she purred, sliding a finger into me. I moaned, writhing as she held me down, curling the finger. She stopped there, as my body writhed, and I keened and begged silently for more.
"You haven't had this for a long time. We need to get your body accustomed to pleasure." She curled the finger again, earning a moan from me. "You can't deny yourself this much. It isn't good for you."
"But it's embarrassing," I whimpered as she stroked again. Her finger began to strike a very slow rhythm. My cheeks turned bright red as she slid the finger over my sweet spot. I moaned again, the sound more raw than I thought possible.
"You're a Scorpio and you haven't had sex in a year. That's embarrassing. You deserve pleasure, doll," she said. Her hand gripped my hair, gently lifting my head for a moment. "Time for a lesson."
The noise I made was helpless. She let my hair go, dropping my head gently. Her finger curled in me again, then began to slide in and out of my soaking and lubed up slit. I moaned, only allowed to fist my hands in the blanket in front of me. Her finger worked harder, at a steady pace.
"Now, lesson one. Your body deserves to feel good. Say it." Her finger drove me faster and I took a shaky breath.
"My body deserves to feel good!" I whispered. Her finger fucked me faster.
"Louder," she demanded, the finger hitting my sweet spot again and again. I moaned, and she gave me no mercy, my walls pulsing as she slid a second finger into me.
"My body deserves to feel good!" I said, panting as she took me faster with both fingers. My walls fluttered around her digits, and her thumb started to torment my swollen clit. I whimpered, my body shaking. For a moment, we were both quiet, the room silent except for the wet sounds of her fingers deep in my pussy, and my moans. I writhed and she gripped my hair again.
"That's it. Cum for me. Squeeze my fingers....ohhhh....yes...." I moaned as she groaned with pleasure, smug as my walls clenched her fingers. "Oh....good girl....mmmm...oh yes...I know you like that praise."
My legs were shaking as she spoke. I moaned even louder, and I couldn't help myself, cumming hard on her fingers, writhing as I moaned, begging. "That's it...good girl....yes....cum..." I felt myself squirt and she worked me even faster, milking my pussy to keep me going. Finally, my body shivered, and she pulled her fingers from my pussy, licking them. I panted, still on her lap as she licked her fingers clean.
"You're not done, but you are very tasty. I wonder if you're tasty everywhere, sweet pet." Her hands slid up my soft skin, my sides, to my arms, and she pulled them behind my back, tying them with a soft scarf. My blue eyes opened as she pulled me up from her lap, smiling as I met her brown eyes.
She kissed my lips, her tongue sliding in to explore my mouth. I yielded to her, drunk off of pleasure. When she finally pulled away, my lips were tingling. She stroked my cheek with a thumb, then pulled me off her lap entirely, standing up while keeping a hand on me. I watched her, and she gently guided me back to be face down on the bed. I felt her hands on my hips, lifting me up.
"Get your knees under you, my sweet pet," she said. I did as she said, and she swatted the inside of my thighs to keep my legs apart. I was now on the bed, my face down, my ass in the air. I shivered, feeling very vulnerable. She grinned at me, gently smacked my ass, and then walked away. "Don't move."
I swallowed, biting my lip. My clit still throbbed, even after she made me cum. The thought made my cheeks flare. I heard her come back to the bed, then felt the weight of her behind me. Her hand stroked down from my neck, pausing to grip it gently as she nibbled my shoulder. "I don't know how you thought you didn't like sex....well, probably because of all those guys." Another kiss, this time lower on my back. "So glad you came to your senses."
She started a trail of kisses down my spine, her hand following. Her hand slid past where she was kissing, down my back, down my ass. Her hands pulled my legs apart even more, sliding up to spread my ass cheeks apart. My eyes widened and I made a tiny helpless sound as I felt her tongue at the top of my ass crack.
I heard her chuckle. "So nervous. It's ok. I won't hurt you. I just want to make you feel good," She soothed. I heard the lube open again, felt the familiar sensation of cool liquid on my hot pussy lips. She was rougher this time, sliding two lubed up fingers into my slit as I moaned, whimpering with need before she pulled them out again.
