Chapter 7
Two days a week, Miriam did volunteer work for a charity. She didn't consider giving her pussy away charity. That was pure self-indulgence, for the benefit of her body and psyche, and the volunteer work was for her spirit. It also tired her out enough that she could sleep.
She started shedding her clothes the moment she entered the door of her house, and by the time she reached her bedroom, she had her clothes draped over her arm and wore only her shoes. Casually, she tossed her clothes on the bed, kicked off her shoes and walked sprightly into the bathroom.
She looked forward to a leisurely, relaxing bubble bath, with something extra thrown in, followed by a light dinner and then to bed. After she made a phone call. That was very important, and there was no way she was going to forget it.
She removed her make-up while the tub filled, then climbed in, rested her head on a folded towel and closed her eyes. Would Sandy meet her for lunch? He'd never paid much attention to her, and she wasn't even sure that he knew who she was. If he did accept, could she successfully seduce him? Seduction wasn't a one-way street. If the other person didn't cooperate, it became an exercise in futility. If he did cooperate and let her seduce him, she hoped he liked to lick pussy and that he had at least an average cock.
She'd never forget a man she'd had a couple of years ago. He had one of the most peculiar cocks she had ever seen-short and stubby, with a monstrous head. Fucking him was like trying to fuck an apple. He never did get the damn thing in her. That big head gave her clit pure hell, but she missed being penetrated. If she only wanted her clit stimulated, a woman would do the job just as well, and women had much better imaginations.
The water cooled, and she opened the drain and removed the pulsating shower head from the holder and set it for concentrated pulses. She propped one foot on the side of the tub to open her crotch wide and rubbed the head over her pussy, then after a few moments, she held the head a few inches away and directed the water on her clit.
Her climax came promptly. As she expected, it began, crested and ebbed almost in the blink of an eye, and didn't even make her legs tremble. It did, however, blunt the edge of her hunger for the moment. Not her passion, nothing blunted it to any degree that she could notice.
She dried briskly and went into the bedroom and strapped on her Bumble Bee clitoral stimulator and set the control on the lowest setting, then called Sandy. She thought he would still be at the office, and he was, working late to shuffle all the paperwork Aaron would normally handle. Thankfully, he agreed to meet her for lunch the next day, and wrote down the address of the small hotel.
She hated to eat alone. Cooking for one frustrated her, and she nuked a bland TV dinner and ate it with a distinct lack of interest or taste. If the Bumble Bee hadn't been buzzing delicately, radiating hot flashes to her clit and making it tingle delectably, dinner would have been a total waste.
She returned to her bedroom, got her trusty jelly vibe and lay down in the middle of the bed on her back and caressed the tool lovingly. The shaft was real thick and long, but she wished the head was larger. She liked cocks with bulging heads, like Aaron's. His exquisitely sculpted cockhead positively made her mouth water and her pussy melt. The size of the pencil wasn't as important as how the man wrote with it, and surveys showed that most cocks were close to the same size. Most of the men she'd fucked over the years were about average, and she wondered if Sandy's cock was big, like Aaron's. She shrugged inwardly. She had no reason, or right, to expect that it be anything more than average.
She adjusted the vibrator to the highest setting, spread her legs and touched the end of the tool to the bottom of her slit. She rubbed the soft tip around the mouth of her cunt and conjured up an image of Sandy, naked, with his cock fully erect, standing by the bed ogling her wanton, lush body, and pretended that she was doing herself with the fake prick at his request, getting her pussy so hot and juicy that his cock would easily penetrate her to the core of her very existence.
The tip of the tool parted the thick lips of her pussy as she moved it slowly up her gash. She avoided her clit, running the soft plastic tip in a wide circle around the erect stud, through the abundant crisp curls covering her crotch, back between her labia, and down to her saturated hole again.
This time, she inserted it, slipping the full length up her greedy quim gradually, holding it still and letting the insistent vibration start the luxurious ripples of sensation that would soon spread over her body.
"Ahhhhhh, you feel so good, Sandy," she murmured, carrying out her fantasy all the way, "fuck me good, baby. Give me a good cum."
Her body took over and dictated her actions and her hips undulated subtly. She pumped the tool in and out of her slick sex channel slowly, with a twist of her wrist, and her well-conditioned cunt muscles spontaneously clasped and relaxed around the supple rod. Years earlier, she'd read an article in a magazine that explained how to keep her vagina elastic and pliable and went right out and bought a bunch of vibrators in various sizes and used them regularly. The article recommended a pencil, but who could get off on a pencil? If she rubbed the eraser over her clit, would it make her prized pleasure button disappear?
"You're doing me good, Sandy. Keep up the good work and I'll consider fucking you again."
She emphasized the twist of her wrist at the end of each stroke, reversing the motion as she pulled the tool out of her liquefied twat. Too bad a man couldn't duplicate that action with his cock! Her pussy felt better and better, her hips lifted off the bed and rotated in wild gyrations, and it was time for her next move. Easing the tool out of her hot hole, she pushed the blunt nose up through her hairy slit, gradually sneaking up on her clitoris.
"Aaahhh, yes, you little bastard," she gasped, "get my clit good! Make me cum, you fucker! Make me explode with delight!"
The vibrator generated tumultuous, heavy-duty responses in her clit, and she tipped it over and rubbed her joy buzzer with the shaft. The sensations amplified swiftly, her ass heaved up and down and twisted round and round, and she had to use both hands to hold the tool in place.
Her orgasm came with a furious rush. She nosed the vibe over and shoved it back into her soggy hole, collared her clit between two fingers and frigged herself feverishly, and squealed with rapture, cumming in her cunt and her clit simultaneously.
The dual orgasm was exactly the kind she treasured. And seldom got from a man, even Aaron, unless he was feeling especially playful and took plenty of time to get her all lathered up before he fucked her.
She reduced the setting on the vibrator to low, closed her legs and rolled onto her side and curled up around a body pillow and went to sleep.