The Hunk Revisited

I was walking down Elizabeth St near Central the other day – my regular F. had just cancelled on me since he had been called into what he called a really “serious meeting” and I was going to use the time very productively (browsing clothes shops) - when I heard my name called out and turned around to see the hunk bearing down on me fast. My first thought was to run away but I couldn’t see any escape.

So I stood ground and waited as he rushed up and he said “Why are you avoiding me? We’re great together and I want you so much and I could tell you wanted me – so why run away? I want to see you so much, give me a chance.”

“Want you? I want my husband!”

“But when we were together your body told me that you wanted me.”

I felt quite angry not only because of what he said now but also because of all the texts he had sent saying the same thing and so the words shot out of me (although I spoke quite quietly since we were mid-street) “Sure we had a great fuck but can’t you get it? I fuck like a rabbit – I spread my legs to any and every Tom Dick and Harry. I’m a hooker. I get lots of great fucks. Yes, you’re a fucking hunk and I got turned on when you fucked me but I get more turned on by my husband when he screws me even if my husband’s not quite as much of a stud and maybe – to others - he’s not as much drop-dead good-looking– I am so wet when he fucks me and I go crazy because I feel he and I are complete – he pleases me in a way that no mere stud could ever do - good looks and a 9 inch cock are fine but they don’t build a life. If I ever become a one-man woman that man will be John.”

I continued “You can fuck me and that’s fine but you do not and never will own me and although we had a great fuck, you scared the fucking daylights out of me. You wouldn’t get it – I love my husband – sure I’m a promiscuous little slut with my body but in my heart I’m not promiscuous – and I will never love you and I don’t even feel safe with you”

“Not safe? Do you think I will assault you? Am I a monster? What did I do? Do you think I want to hurt you?”

“I don’t have a fucking clue what you want. I went to your place and we had a fuck and then you wouldn’t let me go – that is fucking scary – I don’t trust you.”

“But I let you leave.”

“Only after I gave my mobile number and now you harass me with text and calls.”

“I can’t let you out of my life”

“I never was in your fucking life. We had a casual fuck – no life- time commitment.”

“Can you at least have a coffee with me?”

I wasn’t particularly happy about conducting this conversation on the main street so I agreed and we went to a quiet coffee shop.”

When we had ordered, he started talking: “I remember when we met first you said that you really wanted to fuck me and I agreed and we went to my place. Now I’m telling you that I really want to fuck you – so please return the favour.”

“I’m not taking you back to my place – I have a husband, a friend and a daughter living there.”

“A daughter? Is that why you want your husband? I could be a great dad to her if you let me?”

I exploded – that was just so far from where my head was that I would have laughed if it hadn’t scared me – the thought of this man involving my daughter and trying to be her dad – the arrogance of it – the threat to my daughter’s happiness.

“You fucking stay away from my daughter or I’ll fucking kill you – no doubt about it – she already has the greatest dad in the world and anyway she’s not even the reason why I want John.”

My voice was getting louder and he tried to calm me down:

“Ok, Ok, Ok…. I didn’t mean it that way. I’m not interested in your daughter – I want you – don’t go crazy. I was just trying to show you that I can be what you want. I can be good for you – I won’t make you work – you can stop – I’ll help you quit your job.”

“I don’t have to work – John would support me if I stopped – but I choose to.” I snapped back. I felt I had over-reacted but I was still angry and unnervingly, at the same time, I was also very sexually stimulated by his presence – this really hot man who wanted to fuck me. I was getting wet at the same time as my mind was flashing “caution”.

The he said to me: “look I want you to feel safe with me – how can I persuade you – I am so sorry I frightened you last time – I screwed up - but I wouldn’t have hurt you – I do want you so much. I’m sitting in this coffee shop with a hard-on that’s killing me. I am crazy jealous of your husband but I can see that I can’t get past him. So, I’m begging you to be kind to me and give me a fuck – maybe you don’t love me but I know you get off with me. if John lets you work, why should he mind if you fuck one more guy – come on I’ll give you the best time.”

H e then he pulled out his wallet – “What you’re going to pay me?” I asked.

“If I have to, I will – I need you so but I was going to give you this” and he passed over his driver’s license.

“What?”

“Text my name and address to your best friend so that you can be sure that someone knows where you are – so if I give trouble, you know your friends know where you are. Now will you come with me?”

I was free for four or more hours and so I thought “why not” – especially since John had said it was o.k. to fuck him casually and I was so horny for him – but I still texted the name/address to Sue as a precaution.

“O.k.”, I told him, “as long as you accept it is just a casual fuck.”

“I know for you, it’s just a casual fuck – yes.”

So, we went off to his flat and as soon as we were in the door, he grabbed me and pulled my jeans down, unzipped his pants, letting thnm drop to the floor and let his really hard cock loose. Then pressing me against the entrance way wall, he spread my legs and, without removing my panties, he did me standing up pressed against the wall. His hard cock thrust into me as he panted out – “’I’ll take it slower soon but I need to fuck you so much” it was good that I was so wet or it would have hurt to have such a big cock push into me like that.

This was sheer animal lust – and we were both totally out of control just like the previous time I had visited his flat. My cunt was grasping his hard cock as he pumped into me, fucking me. But very soon he came, shooting his load into my pussy and he came a lot! I was still hungry for his cock and even while he was still cumming, I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. It was no longer so hard but it was still beautiful as I tasted the last of his cum – with the first of it still dripping from my pussy.

He moved me from the entry way to the couch in the living room and I was about to restart my sucking when I suddenly saw a girl (a good-looking blonde) standing there watching me and him, from the doorway of the second bedroom. “What the fuck?” I cried out. He looked around unconcerned and said to the girl “sorry I thought you were out”. Then to me he said “my sister – she likes pussy nearly as much as me and so I guess she’s enjoying the look of you”

She asked him “is this the one you’ve been chasing?” He nodded. “Well she seems a bit of a slut if you ask me – does she do girls also?” “Ask her”, he said. “Does she speak English?” she asked him, ignoring me. Then without waiting for a reply, she said “Anyway I was just waiting for you to finish with the entry way – I need to go out – oh, look, she’s dribbled cum on the carpet there – that’ll be a pain to clean. Well must go –try not to get any more cum on the carpet- happy fucking.” As she was speaking, she had picked up a handbag and had moved to the door and on those words she walked out, closing the door loudly behind her.

I was very angry with the way she had spoken as if I was just some object which couldn’t speak for myself and I was angry at myself for not telling her to get fucked. Also I felt slightly ridiculous having been watched by some contemptuous girl as I was letting myself submit to animal fucking. I stood up from the sofa and moved to get my jeans which were still in the entryway.

“What are you doing?”

“Leaving”

“But we only just started – don’t let my sister upset you. Sorry I really thought she was out.”

“I don’t like being treated like I’m some sort of mindless object who can’t speak”.

“She was horrible, I agree – my guess is she’s really jealous – she’s just come back from London two weeks back after breaking up with her girlfriend who was Chinese and she’s been impossible the whole time she’s been staying with me. She was meant to be out job-hunting today – so I really thought she’d be out. Anyway she can’t complain – I walked on her eating out the pussy of some girl she’s picked up the other day – she was doing it on the sofa also.”

“She was watching us – not just walking in on us.”

“Probably – do you mind being watched?”

To tell the truth, it is usually a turn-on and I was a bit turned on this time by knowing she had seen me being a complete slut but all I said to him was “I like to know when someone is watching me being fucked.”

He stood up from the sofa and took me in his arms: “come on please – let’s enjoy this time. I haven’t satisfied you enough” Then he slipped his hand between my legs and touched my pussy through the very wet panties that I still hadn’t taken off. I involuntarily shuddered as a frisson of pleasure surged through my body. I knew I still wanted to be fucked more.

He firmly guided me back to the sofa and pushed me back down on to it, then her slipped off my panties and put it next to my nose saying “Smell it, that’s you and me – our love.” Then he moved his face between my legs and started licking my pussy – it must have tasted of his cum and my pussy juices but if he didn’t complain, I wasn’t going to stop him.”

He was expert at pussy licking – not quite as good as John who can get me off so fully – and I let him pleasure me. I gave myself totally to the experience and let my mind free just enjoying the sensations until I came with waves of my climax almost taking complete control of my body.

I pulled his face up from my pussy and kissed him as I let him slide his (very hard) cock deep into me and he fucked me like crazy as the ripples of my climax faded.

I moved out from under him and then got him to turn around so that I could kneel in front of him and suck him off – until he came in my mouth.

After that, we kept on fucking, moving around the flat – at one point, he pulled me into the room his sister was using despite my doubts – the main things I noticed was a large mirror that could let us see what we were doing, a suitcase untidily placed in the corner of the room and a small vibrator sitting on her bedside table. “You want to use it?” the hunk asked. I laughed and said “I never share with strangers.” Then we went to it again on her bed – it was a great place for a fuck since whenever I wanted I could look at us in the mirror– it was pretty inconsiderate to use her bed I admit but if it was ok for him why should I worry.

We did it five times, finishing up in the bathroom, where he took me from behind as I held on to the washbasin.

The only false note was one point when I was riding him and out-of-control, I suddenly heard him say sharply “Don’t do that”. I stopped and said “What?”. ”Don’t call out John’s name – that’s the second time. I hadn’t even realised I had but I admit I was not thinking but giving myself up to the sensations. We resumed fucking and we were soon back into the pace of it.

When I was about to leave – this time he did not try to hold me back - he asked “Well, see how good we are together. Any chance for me?” I replied “You are great and if I didn’t love John so horribly much, you would have a chance – but I do love him and I can’t change that.” “Does he love you that much?” “He loves me, I think – but even though others don’t believe me, I need him more than he needs me.” “I guess you feel about him like I feel about you.” “But I know him deeply, you only know my surface.”

When I went out, I saw his sister sitting there and I as walked on, she stood up and walked up to me. She said

“Look, I’m sorry. I was very rude – I don’t know what came over me. Let me introduce myself: my name’s Sylvie”. I gave her my name. She was looking me up and down and said “Please don’t take this the wrong way but I’m surprised my brother is so obsessed with you –you’re not his usual type – they are classically beautiful and totally colourless – you’ve got too much character – much more my type – my younger brother’s getting taste at last. So has he won you yet?”

“No .”

“Really a girl who says no to him. Amazing!”

“I think that’s the only reason he’s interested in me –he is disappointed that a girl like me would turn a hunk like him down.”

“That’s not fair to him – or to you either. You are very desirable you know and he has talked a lot about you – he is besotted, thinks you most gorgeous girl – so hot so sexy – but he also says so clever.”

“Sorry, I have to go”. I wasn’t keen to continue this conversation – I had other things on my mind and it was getting towards time to pick up my daughter.

“Let me buy you a coffee sometime to apologise for my rudeness before”

“Don’t worry about that – when you see your bed, you won’t think that way.” Then I walked off quickly.

What surprised me most from the session were the revelations I had got about my feelings for John. I realised strangely that the hunk was a John-surrogate. I realised that my problem was that I wanted a John who was as obsessed with me as I was with him. One who would be available and able to fuck me 24/7. I want to possess him completely but I know that there is a private part of John that I can never possess – the paradox is that because of this private part I cannot own him but if there was not that aspect to John, I probably wouldn’t want to possess him. I’m not complaining at all. I actually felt quite happy as I thought about this - I felt really lucky that I can be as large part of his life as I am and I have someone to love completely and absolutely – I may not own him 100% but he can own me 200%.

It was a bit funny that I was walking away from having had a long bout of intense animal sex with an incredibly good-looking stud and all I was thinking about how good it was to love John and how much I wanted him – I thought of texting him “I want you tonight – please use me” - if I did he would do it for me but at the moment I do not want to put more demands on him: his work is exceedingly stressful , Annette is demanding a lot of his attention and he is still focusing on being a good father to his daughter. I really worry that he is being stretched too far and so I will take pleasure in the amount of time he already devotes to me – much more than I deserve.

Saturday 28 March 2009 - 09:53AM (EST)