Kristi's Fulfillment Ch. 02

CHAPTER 2: THE WEEKEND

Sometime in the blackness of night, my eyes opened and it took some moments for me to begin to grasp where I was and ... more importantly ... what had happened. I was not consumed with either embarrassment or regret. Instead, I felt curiosity. Was last night real? Were those experiences really real?

I turned onto my other side. I could feel him there in the bed and my eyes could make his shape even in the blackness. I reached out and touched his side, moved my hand to his flat stomach, and paused. His breathing remained steady and shallow. I remembered the wonderful pleasure he gave me last night and my hand moved as if drawn by a magnet too strong for any resistance ... not that I wanted to resist. My fingers grazed along his skin until they encountered his cock laid to the side like a snake in peaceful repose. I gently grasped it to move it to his abdomen. Again, I sensed no disturbance in his sleep.

I let my fingers softly glide over the cock from head to base. My touch was gentle and very soft but his cock began responding nonetheless. As I stroked, I began applying more pressure with his cock hardening steadily. Before I knew it my hand was grasping the cock and pumping it and it wasn't much longer before I was moving down the bed with my mouth encompassing the head. I sucked on the head more gently than I had the night before but still with the same devotional effect. While my mouth and tongue worked on the head, my hand stroked the remaining shaft and balls and there was a lot of shaft remaining. I felt so content with his cock in my mouth. It seemed crazy if I were to think on it too hard but it felt so right. He made it very clear that he was not looking for a relationship. His life was his clients and agency. I got that but he also was eager and willing to lead me into great sex. Could the sex, in part, be so great because it was just sex without the entanglement?

A groan and his hips lifted from the bed. Then, without a word, he pulled me up alongside his body and rolled onto me. I opened my legs. His long, firm cock lay pressed against my abdomen and stomach.

He kissed me. "I had to offer help to a sex maniac."

I giggled. A sex maniac. I've been deprived when I wanted it. Was it anything more than that? But I did want it. I wanted sex very much but I especially wanted his cock. As the head of his cock sank into my ready pussy hole, I wondered if all those women who say size doesn't matter ever had a really big cock stuffed up their pussies and owning them. He was less tentative this time. Maybe tired. Maybe half asleep. He rammed his cock up into my pussy. He drove much of his cock deep into me with each stroke and, again, it was bumping me deep inside with spikes of arousal until my legs were wrapped around his waist and my hips rose to meet his powerful thrusts. He was grunting with effort and I was moaning in response. When his cum filled me again I marveled at the warmth and volume as my own body quaked in yet another powerful orgasm.

When my eyes opened the next time, it was light outside and I was in the bed alone. I stretched like a cat feeling this man's bed against my naked body. I rolled to the side of the bed and stood to part the curtains. A sliding door to a large patio. A pool in the back and thick landscaping around the yard. I used the bathroom, then stood considering my discarded clothes. He's given me four wonderful orgasms in just hours since we met. At this point, was any degree of modesty relevant?

I padded barefoot and naked to the bedroom door and down the hall. I saw and heard nobody in the family room or kitchen, though I did smell relatively fresh coffee. I moved to the sliding door where the family room and kitchen join and found him sitting at a patio table. On the table were a mug and a cell phone. He seemed contemplative. He was wearing boxers. Rather than second-guessing myself about putting on some underwear, I opened the sliding door. I stepped out cautiously glancing around to check on privacy (it seemed very private), leaned over to kiss the top of his head while pressing my D-cup breasts into his neck and shoulders. He greeted me and very casually reached back over his shoulder and caressed a breast pressing against him.

I stepped around in front of him to ask if he needed more coffee. He looked me up and down without hiding his deliberate appraisal. "Damn," he exclaimed. "I was beginning to question if you could really be as sexy and beautiful as I thought last night. You are, Kristi." He looked from my pussy to my breasts. "Maybe I should just lock you in a spare bedroom and periodically go in to fuck you."

I blushed, partly from his blatant stare and partly from the arousal I so immediately felt by his expression of desire. I leaned in for a kiss on the lips. "You wouldn't have to lock the door."

I got us both coffee, then sat at the table to also look out over the yard. He asked what my plans were today and when I needed to be back at my apartment. I told him I had no plans ... such was my life, remember? He shook his head and exclaimed that I deserved so much more. I shrugged. That's what he said last night but a change wasn't really so easy. I told him I could call a cab, that he probably had things to do. He looked out over the yard for minutes then at his phone. He said he would undoubtedly be getting calls and would need to make some but he had no real meetings or commitments.

"I really enjoyed last night, Kristi. As long as you understand what this is, we can have fun and be good for each other. What I would like is for you to spend the rest of the weekend with me."

I studied his face, my eyes drifting down over his hard, muscled upper body. The words flowed out without thought. "I don't have any clean clothes."

"You won't need any."

I looked out at the pool. "I don't have a swimsuit."

"No suits allowed."

I looked back at him. Very intently I studied his face. It was obvious what he was suggesting. "I would be available for you to fuck when and how you wanted." He nodded. "I have just one question." He watched me. Waiting. "Is it even possible to deep-throat a cock like yours?" I blushed profusely but my pussy was already lubricating. I was about to become his naked slut for the weekend.

He smiled and chuckled, "You'll have time to explore that question."

I shifted to kneel on the hard pavers in front of him. I tugged on the waistband of his boxers, removed them, and took his long, black cock in my white hands. I kissed the head before taking it into my mouth, pressing my mouth down over it, and gagged before taking it very far into my throat. I pulled my mouth off. "I'll be your slut for the weekend. You said I needed a diversion to consider how my life should change. I can't think of a bigger diversion." I didn't look up. I just retook his cock into my mouth. This time his climax filled my mouth and was swallowed. Could there be a better way to start a day? Was this the awakening of a new me?

We made breakfast and I cleaned up while he made one of his expected calls. He came back into the kitchen as I was wiping down the counters. He came up behind me with a hug and kiss on my neck. I pressed my ass back against him and was pleased to feel I wasn't the only one still naked. He cupped my breasts and we pressed into each other. We both sighed and I felt his cock stir with renewed interest. I was pleased I was still having that effect even after the fucks and sucks I had already given him. I was pleased, but amazed, that he was still able to respond. I wondered how he could recover so well.

He took me by the hand and led me down the hall. I was stunned. He was actually intending to fuck me again. Instead, he led me into the bathroom and turned the shower on. It was a very roomy shower enclosed in clear glass. The opposite wall over the sinks and counter was a huge mirror. As I looked into it as Jason reached in to adjust the water temperature, the image I saw reflected the stark contrast of our bodies. He pulled me into the shower and under the spray of water and into his arms. He kissed me passionately as he pulled my hips into his cock and mashed my breasts in his chest. I parted my legs so his hardening cock was between them. As it hardened, I stroked my pussy over its length, adding my own juices to the slickness of the water. I was essentially masturbating on his hardened cock until he pulled back a step, abruptly turned me around, pressed me into the glass wall of the shower, and drive his cock up into my pussy. I cried out at the suddenness of the penetration but at the same time, I pressed my ass back toward him to meet his thrust. Deeply embedded in my pussy he pressed me fully against the glass. I was facing the wall covered by a mirror and could see Jason behind me thrusting his hips at me while my breasts were flattened against the glass. It wasn't long before fog from the shower clouded the glass ... except for where my breasts and nipples were pressed. What an erotic sight and one that served to increase mentally my already spiking arousal. This was by far the most base fuck yet. He was fucking me hard from behind in a standing position and his intention to climax quickly was clear by his aggressive thrusts. Even so, with breasts and hands pressed against the glass, I orgasmed with him. I've never achieved orgasms or enjoyed so many different positions and I trusted there would be more.

Later that morning Jason needed some time on the phone with both a client and prospective team. Of course, I only heard one side of the conversations but I really wasn't paying much attention. Jason was relaxed on the couch in the family and I was sprawled on the rest of it with my head in his lap and my mouth over his wonderful cock head. It was kind of a passive sucking since he was preoccupied but already I was feeling a compunction to love his cock in any way I could. If he wasn't fucking me with it, I seemed drawn to touching and sucking it.

"You can't get enough," Jason said, though it didn't sink into me. "Kristi?"

"Mmphhmm," I mumbled back around a mouthful of cock.

"I said, it seems you can't get enough."

I pulled my mouth from his quickly expanding cock. "Mmmm ... sorry ... didn't realize you'd ended your calls." I kissed his cock head and wiggled to sitting up next to him ... tightly up against him. One of my hands returned to stroking his cock. I pressed my breast into his side as he put an arm around me to casually fondle the other breast. "Ahhh ... I thought this is what you were intending for the weekend. Like a naked slut to have whenever you wanted."

He chuckled but then moved his other hand to my thighs. I parted them and his fingers slid to stroke my pussy. "My fantasy. Even spending the weekend I didn't think it would really happen. I love it Kristi, but I won't if you're going to regret anything later."

I moaned as his finger found my hole. I squeezed his cock in response. "Maybe that's part of it for me. You've given me the best sex of my life through the fulfillment of your desires. But at the same time, you have this concern for me. I didn't realize the hunger and yearning I was feeling. It probably sounds crazy, but this time with you is opening doors for me." His finger at my pussy stopped moving. I looked up at him and laughed. "Don't worry, Jason, I took to heart what you said. I believe you can't take on a relationship right now. I actually admire that you know what you want and what it will take to achieve it. You suggested a dramatic change for me. I think becoming a cock slut for a weekend is pretty dramatic. So ... I'm yours to do with as you want for the weekend if you'll have me."

He didn't say anything in response. His next action said it all. He removed his hands from me and lifted me into his lap. Between the two of us, I was in the air until his cock found my hole and I sank down over it until the entire black cock was inside and I was sitting on his thighs. I leaned back against his chest with an aroused but contented sigh/moan mix. God, it felt so good with him inside me. I felt like such a cock slut and I was enjoying sucking and fucking this man beyond my comprehension. How was it I was taking to this so easily and eagerly and pleasurably? And, what was going to happen on Monday when I went back to being 'predictable, taken-for-granted Kristi' with the bad boyfriend and equally bad job?

I shifted forward, got my feet underneath for leverage, and began fucking him in earnest. Monday was a long time from now. At least a lot of black cock from now. After all our fucking, I anticipated he would last longer and he did. After a while, he pushed me up and off his cock, moved to the edge of the couch, had me sit back down facing him, and stood up. He seemed to manage it effortlessly which was another turn-on. Standing up, gravity sank be down further and his pelvic bone pressed against my clit. The combination sent a charge and shiver through me.

I hung on with my arms clenched around his neck and my legs around his waist. Each step he took sent a jolt through me. I expected him to carry me back to the bedroom but he turned to the sliding door to the patio. He walked across the patio toward the pool. I couldn't help myself, I look around in the direction of other homes but I already knew they were barely visible.

With each step sending a jolt from my pussy and clit through my body, I gasped, "Where are you going?"

As he went down the steps at the side into the pool, he managed to respond, "I've always wanted to do this in the pool and you are exactly the woman I can do it with." Stepping off the last step gave me another jolt before he lifted me completely off his cock and turned me to the side of the pool. With my arms on the side of the pool for support, he came up behind my spread legs, expectant, anticipating, wanting to be penetrated and fucked. I still nervously looked around at the borders of his property but when his cock entered my ready and gaping pussy with a single powerful thrust any privacy concerns evaporated as if pushed out by his cock. God, I love everything about his cock and the way he uses it. I lost everything but being aggressively fucked, the curious weightlessness of the water, the smacking of our wet bodies, the splashing we caused, and the humid Miami sun beating down on my shoulders and upper back.

I pressed my ass back into his thrusts. His hands gripped me at the waist and hips in the four-foot depth as he pumped his cock into me with increasing urgency. My own approaching orgasm was rocketing up so I closed my thighs to increase the friction for him. It seemed to work as he grunted with long, strong strokes that threatened his cock to pull completely out before plunging back to the deepest reaches of my pussy, depths that his cock caused my pussy to adjust to.

After we both climaxed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and chest and walked us back to the steps at the side. I had no way to add my own arms or legs to assist in holding on. My back was against his chest, my legs hanging below as he walked us out of the pool, his cock anchoring me at the groin. Water cascaded down our bodies as he made the short walk to the nearest recliner where he sat on the edge and spun around to recline with me on top of him still fixed with his cock in my pussy.

Reclining and relaxed, one of his hands slipped down my stomach to finger my engorged clit while the other rolled, twisted, and pulled a nipple. I added Kegel flexes of my pussy muscles around his cock. With only these slight movements, we stayed aroused and him hard. He was a beast and he brought the same out in me. He had just cum and was remaining hard? How was he doing that? Why would I care, I just enjoyed it too much. We talked casually but continued this soft arousal of each other until he instructed me to turn around. I rose up to sitting and standing, his still hard and shining cock from my pussy slapping against his abdomen. I turned around and lowered my body to his as he held his cock vertical for me. My mouth opened and a long, satisfied sigh escaped me as I again had his cock inside me.

This fuck was casual and unhurried. I used long, smooth strokes. There was no demanding urgency, overriding tension to climax. We were content in letting our bodies slowly rise back to climax need. He again teased me that perhaps he could lock me into one of the guest bedrooms and let me out to fuck. I again teased back that he wouldn't need a lock. At that moment it was true; I could happily be his cock slut to be used when and how he desired. But the real world would somehow intrude with the needs of fulfillment. He was showing me a side of myself I only considered before and had been left unfulfilled. There was more that I wanted to be and needed to be and that was what I would need to seriously work on after this weekend of diversion.

Now, though, I was going to bring us both to yet another climax.

* * * *

The weekend had been magnificent. A dream fantasy if I hadn't just lived it. I had never known, much less expected, such eroticism, wanton desire and slutty response, and intense, mind-blowing, multiple orgasms.

The new week of reality did intrude, however, as I knew it would. The boyfriend had left a single voice message expressing his displeasure and embarrassment that I left the reception. Clueless. Monday morning when I received a text from him saying we needed to talk about my leaving, I seriously considered ignoring it and him. Instead, I replied with a simple response he wouldn't truly understand. I said he wouldn't need to worry about that in the future as I never wanted to see him again. I was sure he would come back forgiving me, that he was willing to take me back. Finally, I was standing up for myself, though, and he was relegated to my past. It was progress. And, Jason was correct. I already felt immensely better about myself.

Tuesday, I received a text from Jason. 'Call me'. I did at lunch. After some small talk, some of it remembering the activities of the weekend that caused me to blush as I sat in the courtyard of the office complex.

"Something I thought you might be interested in if you were serious about a change in your job," he launched into. He cautioned that it was a small agency looking for a receptionist -- secretary -- office manager. It was their first such hire and the position would be a little of everything but the guys were good. I wouldn't have the same respect issues of not being valued. He gave me a name, Paul Thompson, and a phone number. He didn't say much more about Thompson but thought I might be interested. I thought about it for a couple hours. The change was what I wanted, right? Maybe a small office doing a wide variety of things was exactly what I needed. I called from the hallway that afternoon. The call was picked up so fast it almost seemed like he was waiting for it. Soon, I had an appointment for Thursday. I immediately went inside and asked for Thursday afternoon off.

At the office number on the fifth floor of a downtown office tower, I found a well-groomed man cleaning the glass door to the office. He was blocking the name of the company but I could see it was the right office by the number.

"If you're Paul Thompson, you could use someone to delegate that chore so you could focus on making the firm money." He was attractive. He was black, about 6' tall, about 190 pounds with an athletic body.

He turned around with a wide smile. "If you're Kristi Edwards, that would be my intention," he replied with a laugh. I certainly liked the way this was starting.

We talked for almost two hours. They were a small firm and sounding much like the kind of business Jason was in. I supposed that was how he heard the interest at this firm. Maybe small outfits competing against the large agencies were more cooperative and sharing. He was almost apologizing for the lack of a solid job description but they were a small outfit and what they needed was someone to hold the office together so they could, as I joke earlier, make some money. He said there would be a little of everything except for one thing: boring. There would always be something different to do.