Need

She was so wet. Her mind was whirling. Why did this man have such an effect on her? He had just expected her to perform and she had just obeyed. It was just the drinks she had had that night she decided. And the fact that her husband hadn't been paying attention to her. For years.

To be paid attention to by such a good looking masculine man. She had been fantasizing for years that her husband would be a man and take her. Show her how much he wanted her. Her fantasies always were about a strong confident man that couldn't keep his hands off her. That wanted her no matter what. Who had to have her.

She was sitting there again with her friends, the taste of his cum still on her tongue. Thinking about his strong legs. His hot thick cock and how it had felt to have him use her mouth for his pleasure.

It had been a mistake to forgo panties. Her worry about panty lines was now replaced by worrying about her pussy being so wet that her thighs were coated. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. She ran her hands over her thighs thinking about how he had just motioned for her to kneel before him and she did the rest without being told.

Her hand ran over the short hairs covering her mound, down over her lips and she gasped as her palm rubbed over her clit. She was so ready for sex. She needed to be filled. A few quick circles with her fingers, thinking of his cock in her mouth, pulsing, his cum flowing over her tongue and she came.

But it didn't give her any release. It was like an appetizer when you were starving. If anything, it made her realize how badly she needed to feel a thick cock inside her, stretching her, filling her. She tried to dry off as best she could. Washed her hands and as she left the bathroom, she ran into him.

He caught her as she bounced off him and held her tight to keep her from falling. Her face pressed lightly into his chest, his arms wrapped around her. She could smell his masculine scent, musky, and it made her ache.

"I told you to leave it alone."

His voice was low and sent shivers down her back. His hand moved over the swell of her ass and he gripped it hard. "Tell your husband you're not feeling well and you're going home."

With that he turned away and walked down the hall. She went outside and found her husband still drinking beer and talking to some of the other husbands. He didn't even look up to see her walking towards him. She had to touch his shoulder to make him realize that she was there.

"I've got a headache so I'm heading home."

"Okay," he said before turning back to his friends. He didn't even care she thought. He'd rather sit here and drink and doesn't care about how I'm feeling or that I just told him I'm walking home alone.

She was out the door and walking to her house before she even thought to question why she was leaving the party. That man hold told her to and she was doing it? After he had just made her blow him (let him face fuck her really she had to admit to herself)? She tried to be angry about it, but it was actually getting her turned on again to think about how just letting him take control was so freeing.

She heard footsteps behind her right before he was beside her. His arm went around her waist and he guided her past her house and two doors down to his. She kept glancing at his face but he wasn't looking at her. But that damned smile was back. Just a hint of it playing around.

Through the front door. Into his study. Dark woods for his desk and bookcases. A richly colored Persian rug over the hardwood floor. Two floor lamps illuminating the room in a golden glow. Everything masculine, not a hint of a woman's touch anywhere.

The desk was mostly bare. Just a single object laying on top. Her breath caught when she looked at it again. A thin leather crop was just lying there, waiting. Her stomach clenched when she thought of disobeying him earlier...

He sat down in the chair next to the desk. "I told you to go sit with your friends and to not clean up. You didn't follow your instructions. I know that you couldn't help but get yourself off. I didn't tell you that you could."

Why did she lower her eyes? She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. Why would she feel ashamed? She was a grown woman and her body was hers to do with as she pleased! And yet here she was, standing like a child being caught doing something naughty in the principal's office. Except that her pussy was throbbing. And the ache in her stomach was demanding to be satisfied.

"Take off your dress and show me what you did girl."

Girl? How dare he... But her hands had already reached behind her and started unzipping the little black dress. Down to her waist and then she slowly took the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. She knew he wanted her naked so she undid her bra and let that go to the ground as well.

She looked up at him for approval. His eyes were on her face and then he slowly, deliberately moved his gaze down her neck, over her firm breasts, her nipples hard and tight, aching to be touched. The curve of her stomach, not flat like when she was in her twenties, but rounded from having children. The swell of her hips. She was a woman, curved and soft, everything a man was not.

She stepped out of her pile of clothes on the floor and walked closer to him. Her hands running over her body. Feeling her tight nipples in the palms of her hands, needing to be touched but she had to do it herself. To show him. To turn him on so much that he would have to take her. To break that maddening self control of his. Turn the tables on him and make him do what she wanted.

She was right in front of him. She saw his nostrils flare as he inhaled her scent.

"This, I did this," she whispered as her hands smoothed down over her stomach. Around her hips and then down between her thighs. She gasped as her fingers ran over her lips and brushed her clit. She was soaked. She couldn't remember the last time that she had been this wet. Maybe never.

She straddled the chair. Her breasts brushing his face as she lowered herself over him. She held onto the back of the chair over his shoulder and leaned back to let him see her. His pupils were dilated and she could see his thirst, but still that damned smile was there! That knowing mocking smile.

She moaned as she slipped a finger between her lips, wetting it before bringing it up to circle her clit. Two fingers now. Slick with herself. Rubbing her clit in a circle. The familiar motion, the outrageous situation, combining to bring her off quicker than ever before.

"Look at me."

And when she did, when her eyes locked onto his, she fell into those golden brown eyes and let go. Waves crashing through her. Her mind went blank and her stomach tightened in pulses.

******

She would have fallen if he had not caught her. His strong hands on her back, pulling her to him to rest on his chest. His rough hands moving over her back, soothing her. Dipping down to run over her ass, squeezing her hard before continuing their journey over her body. Holding her with one hand, he moved the other up her neck and gripped her hair. Pulling her head up and dipping his mouth down to capture hers. She opened her mouth for his tongue, sucking it and running her tongue over his. Hard, wet kisses. Being tasted, taken. Responding to him.

His hand moved back down over her ass, drawn away, then smack! A hard stinging blow. She jumped at the pain, not expecting it. She felt the tingling spread from the point of impact and before she could breath he spanked her again.

"You disobeyed me," he breathed into her ear. "You know your place."

He pulled her head down and to the side and her body followed along. Stretching out over his lap, feeling his pants coarsely rubbing her breasts and thighs as she laid down. She saw his hand reach out for the desk and take up the crop. Felt the tip trail down her spine. Soft leather with a hardness underneath, so like his cock. It circled over her bottom, teasingly dipping down the crack of her ass, between her legs and back up. She caught her breath as she felt the crop leave her ass, expecting it to come down painfully. But it merely came to rest gently on her again. She moaned in frustration and wondered at what was happening to her. She wanted this? She wanted to feel the sting of it?

And then she got her answer as the crop whistled through the air and came down sharply. She bucked in response, the sting radiating out, going deep into her and setting her aflame. Yes. Oh yes. She wanted this. She had never known she wanted this, never could have asked for it. But yes, this was what she wanted. Feeling him punish her for disobeying. Letting go of being in control. Giving that up for someone else to worry about.

She raised her ass as another blow fell, followed in quick succession by several others over her bottom. She cried out with each one, reveling in taking what she had earned. The last blow fell on her upper thighs, a new sting and she could feel that her thighs were coated from the wetness leaking from her pussy.

His hands were moving over her again. Lightly rubbing her ass and back. His hand slide between her thighs and she spread them wide for him. Begging him to touch her for the first time.

"You did well girl. Will you disobey me again?"

"No sir." But she knew she would. Just to feel it again.

His hand cupped her, rubbing over her pussy, feeling her open and wet. He plunged two fingers into her without giving her any warning. Moving them deep within her, curling them, rubbing her on the inside. Then he pulled her head up with his other hand and brought his pussy coated fingers to her mouth and slipped them in. She sucked herself off his fingers, running her tongue over them. So rough and masculine, loving the taste of herself on them.

He nudged her with his legs to stand up. She could barely stand from the way her legs were shaking. Her ass was on fire from the cropping, but his hands continued to smooth away the sting as he bent over the desk. Her nipples pressed into the cold wood, cooling her a bit. His hands left her and she whimpered, wanting his touch.

The sound of his zipper coming down was loud in the room. His thighs forced hers open as he stepped up behind her. She was already on her toes to lay down over the desk but he lifted further onto the desk, off her feet, holding her thighs with his hands, spreading her further. The head of his cock brushed along her lips. He ran it over and around them, up to her clit and just rubbed the head against her. Then finally she felt him enter her. The head of his cock separating her lips. Moving in small circles to coat himself in her.

He was bigger than her husband. She felt him move slowly inside her, deeper, thicker. His thick cock was rubbing her in ways she hadn't felt in a long time. He would go in an inch at a time and withdraw, letting her adjust to him. Finally he came to rest. Buried inside her. He ran his hands along her back, over her waist, her ass, and he gripped her hips. Without warning he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into her. His desire finally let loose to take her. To own her.

She loved being used. To being this man's fuck. He didn't even bother taking off his clothes, just enough to fuck her. She could feel his balls hitting her lips on each thrust. His breathing strong and controlled, but with a low growl also. Each time he penetrated her, his head would rub against her g-spot. She could feel another orgasm coming on. Stronger than the last, her orgasms from fucking always more intense then any other way. Building, growing, the anticipation of it.

He held onto her hips as she crested. Her pussy clenched around his cock, waves of pleasure running from her pussy up to her head, her whole mind and body being consumed in her orgasm.

He gave her just a minute before moving inside her again. Harder, faster, his need now paramount. His breathing grew more ragged and she felt him swell, stretching her just a tiny bit more, an electric feeling moving from him to her. He cried out as he began to pulse inside her, pulling her tight against him and she felt her pussy flooded with warmth and liquid. It set off a smaller orgasm of her own, to know that his control was let loose if just for a moment and he was satiated inside her.

He moved inside her again, slowly, gently, reminding her of how hard he had fucked her just moments ago. She moaned as he pulled out, feeling empty. Then she felt his breath on her ass, his shoulders under her thighs and he pulled her back to his mouth. What? Never had anyone done this. She couldn't believe he was going to...

And then his mouth was over her pussy, his tongue laving her. Sucking their mixed cum out together. Little intense bolts of pleasure every time he moved his tongue up to circle her clit before licking her again. He left her pussy and heard him moving to the other side of the desk. Turning her over and bending down to her mouth. She opened her mouth to kiss him and when he did, she could taste them mixed on his tongue.

"You did well girl. I'm pleased with you."

Still with his pants and shirt on, he pulled her back till her head was off the desk. She knew to open her mouth and he placed his cock, covered in him and her in her mouth to clean. She sucked gently, feeling him softer then before, but still thick in her mouth. She milked the last bit of cum from him and rolled it around in her mouth. Relishing the flavor.

He kissed her hard again. Reminding her of all that had happened. He helped her off the desk and into her dress, zipping it for her. Another smack on her ass and he lead her out the door. She started to speak but he put one finger on her lips, and said, "Don't cum again until I tell you to."