Desperate for a Fuck! And a Phone Call.....

My cunt needs a living, thrusting, spurting dick inside it. That sentence alone should give some indication as to just how much I need a fuck.  Masturbation, even with a lifesized, sculpted dislocated just isn’t the same as being wrapped in the arms of a strong, muscular guy and being well and truly fucked.  For a girl, fucking is naturally submissive I think. We are the ones who are penetrated, we are the ones who have to spread our legs. For me, submissive in sex by nature, there’s nothing I love more than being “used” by a man.  Pin my arms to the bed (or floor) above my head, rip my pantyhose, yank my panties aside, or rip them too, and thrust up me. There’s no feeling on earth like it. Almost rape? Maybe, but since it’s with my complete consent, it’s not rape, it’s just rough sex.  Once, I actually asked a lover to rape me. I wanted to resist, to struggle. He was deeply uncomfortable about my request, but he went along with it (God knows, I’ve done enough for him) and I didn’t fight too hard.  Ok time to fess up.  I’ve been meeting someone from the hospital. I can’t tell you his name, so we will call him Dave. I can’t tell you his,position, only to say he should be with me. Partly, this is because he is married.  Up to now, we have had dinner together, the odd coffee, and a rare day out. We have to be super careful that we aren’t discovered. I’d hate to have to start my internship all over again elsewhere. But last night. Oh, last night. We met up at a restaurant on the other side of the city. We never use the same restaurant twice. Anyway, this was only our fourth meal. He is always courteous and thoughtful. Although we hold hands and kiss, he has never tried to move things towards sex. It seems that companionship and a friendly ear is what he needs.  Not, however, what I need. So as he drove me home after the meal, I waited until we parked up and said. “Come in.” Usually he won’t, but this time he followed me into the house.  As soon as the door was closed, I turned to face him. “I want you, quite simply, to fuck my brains out right here on this rug. I understand if you don’t want to, and it won’t change my attitude towards you or our friendship in any way. It’s just something I really need. Right here. Right now.”  There was a moment when we both just stood there looking st each other, then, he was all over me. His fingers! Holy Crap! His fingers! I’ve never been masturbated like that before. I’ve been finger fucked, had my g spot stimulated, had my ass fingered, but he did it with a finesse and expertise that had me moaning within seconds and cumming into my panties before he had even taken my clothes off.  His long, expert fingers seemed made for the contours of a woman’s body, and he knew precisely how to press all my buttons. He even made me cum through nipple stimulation alone.  Then, he did something I’ve never done or had done to me. He started to play with my perinium, the area between my cunt and my asshole. He didn’t quite touch either hole, but the anticipation, no, desperation for him to penetrate one or both of them was so intense. I really thought I was going to explode!  So wrapped up in my world was I that I have no clear memory of his taking his clothes off, or where the slightly salty taste in my mouth came from, but suddenly he was inside me. I wouldn’t say he was massive, but what he had, he could sure use. It seemed I came and came and came. Somehow he held himself in check. Finally, I was begging him to cum inside me.  When he did, I had a simultaneous orgasm with him. Fucking HELL it felt good!   The next morning, I woke up with a cat that got the cream smile, and I knew why it was so good. I had light bruises on my arms and wrists. Even though I didn’t realise it at the time, he was just the right level of rough for me. I didn’t tell him that (I don’t think) but I suppose I did say “Fuck my brains out” My sheets bore testimony to the fact he is obviously a heavy cummer.  I feel SOOOO much better today!