TITLE    : My New Sub: Holly
STORYID  : my-new-sub-holly_2006
SUMMARY  : Sex starved man finds hungry &willing fuck toy.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2006-08-22
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |messy|oral|blowjob|multiple|


So, a couple years ago my wife and I realized that many of the issues we had in our marriage stemmed from our completely different sex drives: I'm an every day or every-other-day kind of guy while she's a once-a-week or every-other-week kind of girl. The sex, when we had it, was good, but she really wasn't the sex hungry uninhibited kind of woman I had hoped she grow into being when we firs started dating. Now, in those early days she showed every sign of being open minded and willing to explore. I mean, when we first started enjoying physical pleasures together she'd never even given a blow job. By the time we'd gotten married almost two years later she was quite adept at cock-sucking but still hadn't let me cum in her mouth. "In due time," I thought. In our first couple of years of marriage she learned to enjoy masturbating, toys, explicit films, and more. She never objected to the digital camera or digital video and our sex life continued to grow.



Then, after the birth of our youngest son, her attitude drastically changed. Missionary position sex became the rule instead of the exception and oral sex all but stopped. The toys rarely (if ever) came out to play and all cameras were prohibited from the bedroom. Her desire for sex dropped off even further to about once-a-month while mine never slowed down and I was jerking off nearly every day. I was craving sex with a woman who just hungered for a hard cock in her mouth, good fucking in numerous positions anywhere in the house and hot cum in or on her wherever she wanted it to splatter.



My attempts to initiate sex only upset my wife and drove us farther apart. One night, when all the kids were out of the house, we had a calm discussion about how our needs were different and what we could or should do about it. Her attitude was that I should understand her changing needs and stop being so demanding. She even called me a pervert for saying that I wanted her to ride me on the sofa. My attitude was that I felt it was reasonable to desire and expect a constantly evolving sex life between us as spouses and that she wasn't really meeting her marital responsibilities by giving me sex once a month or so. I was honest about how often I masturbated to relieve my needs and she accused me of trying to make her feel guilty. It went downhill from there. By the end of the night we'd both agreed that our disagreements about sex were the root of most of the discord in our marriage but that there were no easy answers.



After a number of conversations that focused on the discord in our marriage and the negative impact it might be having on our young-adult children (the youngest was sixteen), we agreed that it would probably be best for us to get separated at least on a trial basis. Our reasoning was that such a separation would allow me to explore other women to see if my sexual expectations were reasonable or if I was asking too much, and it would allow her to decide whether or not my presence and our relationship was worth her forcing herself to expand her sexual horizons even though her current desires didn't support it. So, a few months later the paperwork was done, I had found an apartment to rent and we were legally separated.



The first couple of weeks weren't great but they weren't horrible either. I missed having the kids in my life day in and day out but they all had drivers licenses and we saw each other regularly around their school and work schedules. Because my wife and I had separated so amicably I even went over to the house for regular dinners and often helped cook them. I've never minded house work, or cooking, and my wife always admitted that I was definitely not a couch potato. She never suffered from being a football widow as I'm not much of a sports fan. In fact, the only unhappiness we could point out in our relationship was our sexual discord.



About a month into our separation she asked me if I could come over for dinner on a Saturday night because they kids would all be out and we could have some time alone to discuss how things were going. I agreed and waited for the rest of the week to pass. That Saturday evening arrived and I went over as planned. She had made a good dinner and we discussed how the separation was going. She let me know that although she missed having me there day to day she was relieved not to have to be putting up with my incessant sexual requests. She also freely admitted to having gotten quite horny once or twice in that time frame and having masturbated once using one of her favorite toys to relieve the itch. For my part I admitted that I didn't like living away from what I still considered home, but that I was pretty much horny every day and was masturbating regularly to relieve my needs. Rarely a day went by that I didn't take care of myself watching a movie or while in the shower. Once again we had identified that our relationship was or would be quite a happy one except for our sexual differences. That evening after dinner she asked me if I was interested in "playing around" and although I was interested I declined. I wasn't in the mood for some kissing, a little petting, and then missionary position sex until I'd gotten us both orgasms. I wanted a woman who would aggressively enter into a sexual experience that involved hungry oral sex, intercourse in multiple positions and screaming orgasms for each of us until exhaustion finally set in. She seemed kind of surprised that I wasn't horny enough to accept her offer and straight out asked me why.



As I explained to her what I really was in the mood for she realized that it was the same thing as before. Yes, I was horny. Yes, I found her physically attractive and I'd enjoy sex with her. BUT, I didn't want something predictable and lacking energy on her part. We ended the evening with a peck on the cheek and me heading to the local bar / nightclub hoping to find a woman who might fulfill my needs. I'm pretty sure that my estranged wife was going to bed with her fingers IF she was even horny enough for that.



I didn't find what I was looking for at the bar and went back to my apartment unfulfilled and too frustrated even to jerk off. I didn't sleep well and had to get up early on that Sunday because I'd agreed to meet a friend of mine at a car dealership to help him shop for a new car. I used to sell cars and he wanted my input to avoid some of the games.



That was when things started to turn around for me. The receptionist was a beautiful woman named Holly who I had dated on and off several years before meeting my wife. We recognized each other immediately and had an enjoyable conversation catching up on the past. As it turned out she had gotten pregnant out of wedlock but her husband had "done the right thing" by marrying her. It was a miserable marriage that left her both emotionally and physically unfulfilled. Without any shyness or shame she freely admitted how much she missed the sex we used to enjoy She told me that when she masturbated she often relived some of our more memorable sexual escapades and she was frustrated as all hell because her husband was only interested in sex once a month or so... and usually she thought he was out getting laid somewhere else but they were staying married for the sake of their daughter. Even though they were staying married, they had done some kind of legal thing that permitted them freedom from the "usual commitments of marriage as applied to conjugal rights." Simply put, she could fuck around without getting jammed up for adultery.



One thing led to another and right before my friend showed up Holly and I had agreed to have lunch. She said to pick a day and I suggested the same day. I had nothing going on and neither did she so our lunch date was set for a few hours later.



As I helped my friend shop for his car, and interpreted some of the sales-speak that was thrown at him, my mind was on Holly and the possibilities. From the conversation I knew that we were both in need of some serious uninhibited sexual gratification. She was three years younger than me and I was 40. Her short cut brown hair left her neck bare which I loved and I remembered just how hot it made her to have her neck nibbled and sucked on. Her body was still delicious looking. The tight jeans she was wearing properly showcased her long legs that led to nice hips, a relatively small butt, a narrow waist and then her chest. It was one of my favorite things about her: the 38D rack that had little sag. I remembered how hungry she always was to have my hard cock in her mouth and how much she had enjoyed telling me to push her head down when she was sucking me. I thought women didn't like that, but Holly very specifically told me that she loved the feeling she got when a man was just so excited by what she was doing that he craved more and started taking control. I had all that on my mind and a stiff dick in my pants as my friend selected his vehicle, went for a test-drive and sat down with the finance officer.



While he was dealing with the paperwork I went back to visit some more with Holly. The bulge in my pants was obvious and I saw her looking at it as I walked toward her. A smile lit up her face as she said, "I see that you're just as excited about lunch as I am."



"I'm not sure I'm excited about lunch," I said with a grin. "More about what we could do instead of eating lunch."



"Food isn't exactly on the top of my list of priorities either," she said.



What the heck I thought... "Wanna fuck instead?" I asked her point blank.



"Oh, god, baby... yeah. Fuck my lights out," was her reply. There was a chain motel right across the street from the car dealership so we agreed that I'd go over and get a room. She'd be over as soon as her lunch break started. She only got an hour for lunch so we wouldn't have tons of time to play, but it'd probably be the best sex I'd had in months.



Her lunch break started at noon. By 11:30 I was checked into a room with two double beds, had taken a shower to freshen up and was waiting with a towel wrapped around my waist. She knocked at 12:05 and when I opened the door the flurry began.



She stepped in and closed the door behind her. Neither of us bothered to lock it past the normal latch that secured every hotel room door. She threw her arms around me and immediately began pushing her body against mine as our mouths met in a tangle of wrestling lips and tongues. My hands immediately found her ass which I squeezed as I pulled her hips against mine, rubbing my stiff cock against her belly through the towel and her blouse.



Together we backed toward the bed until my knees ran into it and I sat down. As our kiss broke our hands got busy undressing her. My towel wouldn't be a problem. Our bigger issue was her jeans, underwear, blouse, bra and shoes. She kicked off her shoes as I unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. Her hands were unbuttoning her blouse as I was pulling her jeans and panties down her body. I got her jeans to the floor and she stepped out of them as she was pulling of her blouse. I sat up to get a good look at her closely trimmed and obviously wet pussy as she unhooked and pulled of her bra.



As my fingers found their way between her legs and into her wetness, she put one leg up on the bed beside me to spread herself open a little more for me, and she grabbed my head to pull my face into her chest. As my mouth filled with erect nipple I plunged two fingers into her hot tight lovebox. I moved my mouth back and forth from nipple to nipple as she directed by pushing on my head with her hands, and my fingers in her pussy kept pumping more and more of her juices out. Her thighs were literally shiny with her slickness when she pushed my head away and pushed me back on the bed. She aggressively grabbed the towel and pulled it open so she could get to my stiff cock which was oozing precum.



Kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed between my knees, she grabbed my cock with one hand, my balls with the other, and licked off the first pearl of precum as she milked it out of my length... and then promptly dropped her mouth over my shaft until my swollen knob hit the back of her throat. She didn't get it all in though and I remembered her comments from years before. That "...she loved the feeling she got when a man was just so excited by what she was doing that he craved more and started taking control." With that thought in mind, as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, I put my hands on her head and began pushing down each time she plunged down... my hips thrust up in counter-stroke and although she gagged the first few times her throat opened in short order and soon with every down stroke on my cock her nose was nestling in my pubic hair and her chin was rubbing my balls.



After a few strokes I realized that she didn't have ANY hands on my cock or balls and I wondered what was going on. Looking down I realized that both her hands were down between her legs playing with her wet pussy as I pretty much fucked her mouth. That realization sent me over the edge and I pulled her head up off my cock, hanging on to it and pulling her up on the bed. I wasn't being rough or anything but she got the message and crawled up onto the bed, straddling my body on her knees and aligning her pussy over my engorged length. With no preamble or hesitation she grabbed my length, put the head at her hot box and sat down hard. It's a good thing she was soaking wet or it would have hurt us both. As it was, her cunt was so drenched that it opened right up around my shaft and when she lowered her weight in that single motion my cock slid into her balls deep. I felt my cockhead bang against her cervix and loved it as she started rotating her hips around, grinding her pussy down against me, her head thrown back and her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensation.



I laid and enjoyed the feelings for awhile as she road me. I enjoyed having my hands full of her ass cheeks which got the occasional smack and I enjoyed holding her hips to push them down harder against my pelvis as I thrust my hips up to grind my cock into her. The strength with which she pushed back and the moans she made as my length stirred inside her let me know she was enjoying it as much as I was.



To my surprise after another few strokes and lots of grinding, she moved so that she was squatting on my cock, with her feet on either side of my hips, instead of being on her knees. With my hands holding hers for stability, she began to truly bounce up and down on my length, her full body weight smacking her ass and pubis down against my pelvic bone and hips with every bounce. She was riding so hard that my whole length slid out with every upstroke so that only my cockhead was staying inside her, and then she'd slam back down so that my balls bounced against her asshole and up she'd go again. Every dozen strokes or so she'd slam down, grind around and then start bouncing again.



This fuck was being so radically different from what I'd grown used to in the past years that I was harder than I'd been in that time frame. My manhood was so hard that every vein was standing out and the head was almost purple. My balls were full of cum and sagging with the weight of it. Holly was panting as she bounced up and down and I got distracted watching her magnificent 38D tits bouncing up and down with the rhythm of her motion.



After she'd cum at least twice she climbed off me and got on her hands and knees on the other bed. Wiggling her ass at me with her back arched and her knees nicely spread, she said, "Come on... fuck me hard and fast like this." Who was I to argue? She was right at the edge of the bed so I didn't have to kneel behind her... I just stepped over to the bed, grabbed her hips, looked down to see that my cockhead was lined up at her dripping hole, and shoved. Just as she had taken my length in one motion when she straddled me, I gave her my full length in one motion as I slammed into her. My belly smacked her ass cheeks and she groaned out her appreciation for how rough and fast she was suddenly filled. I began pumping and loved listening to her as she panted out words in between her heavy breathing my and hard fast thrusts...



"Yeah, baby... yeah... oh fuck me... fuck me... yeah... hard... harder... fuck... pound it... pound that pussy... fuck me!!!"



She came again as I pounded my cock into her from behind and as I felt or orgasm peak I thrust my length into her and held on. She was still trying to pump her hips as I ground my cock round and round inside her, rubbing my cockhead against her cervix as her pussy spasmed on my length, clutching and releasing me, milking my cock as if begging for cum.



When her orgasm had passed, I pulled my length out, listened to her moan of disappointment, and grabbed three of the bed pillows to put under her hips. Without saying a word I put them under her and then pushed her down so that she was splayed on the bed, effectively laying down with the pillows supporting her hips so that her ass and pussy were still pointed up in the air. The rest of her was entirely relaxed and she became a rag-doll for my fucking.



Getting in position on top of her on the bed, I put my hands as close to her hips as I could get them on either side of her waist and got between her wide spread thighs. My cock once again found her hot dripping opening and I slid in. With her relaxed beneath me, just accepting the fucking I was about to give her, I began to slide my cock in and out &#x2013; almost straight up and down into her &#x2013; and built my motion until we were bouncing against the mattress springs. As I would pull my cock up and out she was bouncing down away and into the mattress. As the springs pushed her up I was thrusting down so that my efforts were being multiplied by the action of the mattress and we were fucking at a furious pace. I knew I could cum quickly in this position but didn't have any intention of doing so. What I was trying to do I succeeded in... the thrusts were so fast and so hard that she was cumming again in no time and it wasn't a single orgasm... it was a strong of orgasms that rolled together due to the way my cock was stroking in her pussy and how fast we were moving.



After she'd had another four or five orgasms I was getting close to cumming but didn't want to you... we still had almost thirty minutes of her lunch break left. Just to test her, I pulled out and stood up off the bed, relaxing a moment and waiting for my pending orgasm to back off some. She rolled over to look at me, the question of what I wanted next was on her face.



"Turn around so your head is over here," I told her, gesturing the edge of the bed right in front of my legs. She looked at my cock for a moment, still dripping precum and covered with her pussy juice, but she didn't hesitate. She turned her body around and hung her face off the edge right between my legs.



"Good girl," I thought, but didn't say. Pointing my dripping dock down at her face, I moved toward her and was rewarded with the sight of her opening her mouth to accept my length. At that point it occurred to me that she had no way of knowing what my intentions were. For all she knew I was going to fuck her mouth until I came... but she had done as she was told and was ready to take my load down her throat without complaint. Again I thought, "Good girl." Her mouth felt good as I slid my cock into it, and her hands moved around to wrap around the back of my thighs. Once again I found myself fucking her mouth with no resistance from her. As I thrust my hips back and forth I felt her throat relax and with every stroke I made into her hungry mouth my balls were hitting her nose.



To make sure she continued to enjoy herself as well, I leaned forward and started fingering her pussy as best as I could from the position I was in. Her pussy was so swollen, fucked open and slick that although I started with two fingers, I soon had three sliding in and out of her. She spread her thighs as wide as they could go to give me open and ready access to her pussy and once again it occurred to me that while she had no idea what my intentions were, she was opening herself to them.

<hr pg="2" />I figured I had made enough progress in one day and I desperately wanted to cum. Pulling my cock from her face I once again told her to turn around and lay on her back in the middle of the bed. As I stood at the edge of the bed I watched her obey. When she was on her back facing me with her legs spread, I ordered her to spread her legs farther, pulling her knees up high and wide, and to show me her spread pussy where she wanted me to finish fucking her. She again obeyed immediately, pulling her knees up so high and wide that they were positioned on either side of her chest. Her pussy lips were red and swollen from the fresh fucking and her pussy was still dripping juices. Reaching down around her legs she put fingers on either side of her pussy and pulled her lips apart to show me her opening.



"Right there," she said as she dipped two fingers into her cunt. "Right there is where I need you to put your cock." She added a third finger and was steadily sliding them in and out as she held her pussy open. "Put your cock right in there and fuck me as hard as you can until you can't fuck me anymore." Looking me right in the eye she repeated what she'd said earlier and she did it with a smile. "Fuck my lights out!"



"Hold it open for me," I told her as I climbed onto my knees between her spread thighs. She did as she was told as I lined up my cock head and slowly pushed my length into her. She didn't move her hands until my hips were pressing against the backs of them.



As I leaned over her and again began to fuck her as hard as I could, working her against the mattress, she held the back of her knees to keep herself open as for the fucking. Within several dozen strokes I felt my balls tighten and knew that I was going to cum hard. "Where do you want it?" I asked her, knowing she knew exactly what I meant.



She answered me through her ragged breathing. "Deep... deep... cum in me as far as you can get..."



Burying my cock to the balls and continuing to push as hard as I could, I felt my length begin to pulse and spurt five or six good jets of thick hot cum, splattering it directly against her cervix and smearing it around as I continued to spurt.



"Oh, yyeeeaaaahhhh," she moaned as she felt my hot cum shoot inside her. "Oh, sweet... cum... cum... so hot..."



When my orgasm had passed and I pulled out of her, I shook my cock in her general direction and noticed several drops of our mixed juices fling off my cockhead landing on her pussy, belly and one smear on her right tit.



We both caught our breath as I stood there with my cock wilting, looking down at her body, her thighs still spread wide; her pussy raw and red looking; miscellaneous spots and streaks of our cum juice on her skin. Our eyes met and she said, "Thanks. I've needed that for months."



"Thank YOU," I replied. "I've needed it for years." We both giggled.



"I need a shower to clean up," she said.



"No you don't," I disagreed. "Go sit on the toilet to let the cum drain out of you so you're not sitting on a serious wet spot at work... but leave the spots and smears on your skin. You'll enjoy knowing they're there and every now and then you might get a whiff of our scent together." I smiled a devilish smile at her. "It will get you through the work day." She giggled but agreed.



As we were finished getting dressed and getting ready to leave she asked, "So, when can we get together again to do this?" I told her that I had my own place and she was welcome to come over anytime she wanted for sex. I was honest enough with her to tell her that I wasn't looking for a serious relationship. If she wanted to come over it was simply going to be for no-holes-barred vigorous fucking and that I would enjoy testing her limits as a submissive partner... a fuck toy as it were.



She smiled and told me that as far as she was concerned, that sounded wonderful. She'd plan on calling me several times a week to come over and she was looking forward to being my fuck toy... and for that matter, she'd do what she was told.



After she was back at work and I was driving back to my apartment I wondered just how obedient she'd be? I always wanted a submissive fuck partner who would let me watch as she serviced other men... or women... would Holly be that obedient? I'd have to plan out ways to find out. The future was looking fun.

