Sondra woke up startled her breasts heaving, her red lace Teddy sticking to her body from her sweat. She was incredibly arouse, having made the mistake of reading a lot of literaporn before going to bed and despite her best efforts she had not gotten off. Now after a fitful sleep filled with odd dreams of sex, fueled by her readings, she found herself fingering herself as she awoke. She was already in a wet spot as big as her ass. Her finger worked furiously inside her. She noticed that while it was her normal type of masturbation, thumb flat on clit, index, ring, and pinky fingers holding her labia open while her middle finger teased and penetrated her, it was her left-hand instead of her right hand. A tingle swept her that grew to be wave after wave until spasming, she came. A shocked moan escaped her as she luxuriated in the orgasm; her missing right hand was caressing her breasts. Sondra looked down in time to see her a breast had been brought to her face; helplessly she took her nipple in her mouth and began to suck. Sondra was horrified to realize that she could not stop, that even though she had come she was still masturbating with near animal passion. After several minutes of unstoppable fingering and sucking and five powerful orgasms a thought occurred to Sondra.
"May be if I fantasize about a man and make him come I can stop masturbating."
Sondra called to mind a man that she had lusted after in earlier years, she didn't know his name but had happened to hear him speak and new him to have a wonderful focus. He had dark air and bright blue eyes strong shoulders, and was tall without being obnoxiously tall. He was to Sondra the very definition of tall dark and handsome. Sondra remembered that he had died but had never actually found out his name or how he died She thought of him now naked and on top of her. She spread her legs farther open and hooked her heels over the edges of the bed. In her mind he began passionately to make love to her, bringing her several more climaxes. However after half an hour he still had not come, despite Sondra's best efforts to imagine him climaxing. Finally in desperation she wailed "why won't you come? I want you to come in me so bad!"
"Really? Do you really want it that bad?"
In her mind he began to slow to teasingly stroke against her.
"Yes, yes fuck me, YES!"
"Is it because you know you can't stop until I come?"
"Yes Yes please COME IN ME!"
"Before I do anything as wonderful as come in you have to do in favor first."
"Yes anything ANYTHING!"
"Good I'm going to tell you 20 things then you're going to repeat them back to me. Each time you finish repeating what I tell you it will become more true to you and you will come."
"YES please... "
"Cocks taste like my orgasms, I love to lick and suck them."
"No, I don't want to say that."
"You want me to come, you want me to finish? So you can stop? "
"Yes, yes I do but…"
"Then say it."
Hesitantly
"Cocks taste like my orgasms, I like to lick and suck them. Ohhh" Sondra moaned as she came.
"I like to flash men. I like to make men horny."
"I like to flash men. I like to make men horny." Sondra moaned.
"I like to be naked and show men my body. I want to be naked and show men my body."
"I like to be naked and show men my body. I want to be naked and show men my body. Aaaaaahhhhh cuming!"
"It feels good to be naked and make men horny. I love making men horny."
"Yes! It feels good to be naked and make men horny. I love making men horny!"
"I love having men look at me with lust, it makes me horny."
"I love having men look at me with lust, it makes me so horny." as Sondra pushed on her clit she felt herself clamped down around the finger inside her.
