As she pushed the cart around the store, she felt that slight disturbance in her belly. That hard-to-place feeling she always got after a good night’s fucking.
How long had he been up her? Seemed like hours. She had cum so many times there was was no way she should need it again now — but she did!
Sex was like that, she thought. The more I get, the more I want. No, not want; fucking well need!
The drive home did nothing to stop her brain going over the night before. The fucking, sucking, and kissing. His cock in her mouth, cunt, and even her willing arsehole.
How she loved sex with him. But, part of her enjoyed her private time even more. Those times when her mind ran free. The thoughts of horny men filling her with cock and cum. The closest she got was when he would plug her holes with cock and a vibrator. Fuck how they both loved that! He said the vibrations through the thin membrane made him cum harder. Plus, her screaming for more cock was always the icing on his cake.
Blanking sex from her mind, she unloaded the car and carried the bags into the kitchen.
Triggers can come from the strangest places. In this case, it was a large, plastic covered cucumber. There had been many an occasion when she’d slid one into her willing cunt. But this wasn’t one of them.
Once more she pushed sex from her mind, or so she thought. When the final mental sex attack came, she was totally unprepared for it, her defences were down.
“Bloody hell, not now, can’t your horny cunt wait just one hour for his cock?” The woman chastised herself as the familiar itch in her groin started again. “One fucking hour, just one fucking hour!”
As she berated herself, she knew she was fighting a losing battle. An itch was an itch and it had to be scratched.
“Oh fuck! Alright, you win. I give up. But first, the shopping.”
For the next ten minutes she bustled around the kitchen putting items in cupboards and on shelves. All the time, like an alien inside her, the need and the itch grew and grew. This feeling was so familiar to her it almost seemed natural now that when the need was on her nothing could stop the itch.
“That’s it! Can’t take it anymore. If I don’t cum soon, I will go fucking mad. Where? The bedroom? No, here. Always liked the kitchen and my stainless steel friend.”
She almost ran across the kitchen, rolling her skirt up to the waist as she went.
“Oh fuck yes. Come here my metal lover, make me cum. Panties? No, leave them on… slide better that way. Wet cunt, slippery panties, shiny metal door between my legs. Rubbing off, oh yes.“
The cold metal door was open and she got astride it. Her metal lover was about to blow her mind.
“Oh my beautiful shiny lover. Fuck me, make me cum. Let me slide over you; my slippery cunt will slide on you. So smooth. So cold. So fucking good. Oh shit, going to cum. Fuck, yes! Now my faithful lover, feel my cunt juice on your hard frame.”
Her world was now one of total lust. Nothing mattered but the cold metal that was rubbing her swollen clit, her cunt trembling and contracting as the climax grew. Her panties coated in her cunt juice only added to the feeling.
The woman’s fingers were a blur as she frigged her swollen clit. Her legs shook as her shattering orgasm tore through her sex racked body, then collapse.
“ Oh God! So good, so… needed.“
