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 The Urge (MF, cheat, slut) By Tempting Fate



   The urge was back.  Stronger than usual for recent months it was
bordering on a need rather than an urge.

   She checked her watch once again and saw that it was still only 2:10. 
She had to be home by 3:45, no later, for when her 8 year old son came
tumbling through the door after school.

   Perfect timing as long as He wasn't late to their 2:15 meeting at the
local Starbucks.  Enough time to meet, but not enough time to get coerced
into too much trouble.  She had experienced a lull in the past few months
until the urge started growing again.  She had tried to satisfy it with
porn and naughty stories and dildos but to no avail.  Her latest site, with
the BangBus video clips and her imagining being the ones used by the
youngish men hadn't done the trick.  Instead of satisfying the urge, it
only intensified it.  Depraved stories fueled it further.

   She watched the attractive mommy standing in line for her afternoon
latte with her daughter who appeared to be 8 or 9, wondering why the girl
wasn't in school.  The mom was tall with brunette hair pulled back in a
ponytail, a baseball cap and tight running pants.  The woman had a great
ass, high and tight.  It made her mouth water as images flitted through her
mind.  The daughter was cute, with dirty blondish hair, tight jeans that
rode even lower than the intended low-rise height on her skinny little
body, and a tight blue top with some type of animal on the top.  Unicorn?
Horse?  Something.

   As the mommy collected her coffee and they walked by to sit down she
noticed that the little girl's panties were plainly visible in the mid-riff
between the top of her jeans and her top.  Pink.  Didn't mommy know what
men wanted to do to little girl's dressed like sluts?  It excited her to
think of men wanting to use little girls.  Wanting and doing are two
separate things and she had long ago come to accept some of her depraved
fantasies.  She looked around to see how many men were looking and
fantasizing about pushing themselves into the girl's skinny hairless body.
None, not a single man was looking.  With that fantasy reduced in her mind
she looked back and turned her attention to the mom.  So very pretty.  She
wished she had the courage to approach straight appearing women.  She
visualized the women telling her to undress her.  Peeling off her tight
top, running her hands along...

   "Hello"

   He was there.

   "Sorry I'm late.  Have you been here long?"

   She checked her watch.  2:17.  Only two minutes late.  "Oh, not a
problem.  I've only been here a little while.  I've just been people
watching."

   She smiled at him, feeling the nervousness of meeting someone for the
first time, hoping he would take control of the conversation.  She twisted
her wedding ring, subconsciously anxious.  His hands were strong, that was
good, the gleam from his ring finger sending a slight thrill through her
body.  She felt her pussy moisten, naked underneath her dark skirt.  She
had worn a blouse that would be recognizable as they had agreed that he
would approach her and that names would not be used at least in the
beginning of their meeting.

   Their conversation went along somewhat steadily, if not smoothly,
confirming what they already knew about one another from chatting on the
internet and from the few emails they had exchanged.

   He didn't look her in the eye.  He seemed nervous and looked around the
Starbucks.  She saw his eyes pause on the mommy, and hoped for a second
that he would look lustfully at the little girl whose panties were still
visible just peeking out above her jeans on her skinny little tummy.  He
did not, but looked back at her.

   His body was soft she realized.  Strong looking hands, but a body that
sat behind a desk too much.  And his eyes.  His eyes did not have the Look.
The Look that could make her do anything.  Few had had it, but those that
did changed her world.  Still he didn't have to have those things.  He
really only needed something about him that could satisfy the urge.  She
kept looking to find it.

   Please do not mention the weather or the Mariners, she thought.

   "So ....  you .....  like Starbuck's coffee?"

   Fuck, even worse.  "It's ok, not as good as some of the little cafes
around.  But it's nice and public." Public so that you won't make a scene
when I leave your ass sitting here.

   "Well public's good", he replied, "although privacy has it's advantages
as well." And there it was, that pause as he looked her directly in the eye
and held her gaze.  She felt her pussy twinge again.  Was it enough?  Her
needs and desires were evenly offset by her lack of attraction to him.  Not
that he was unattractive.  In fact he was probably considered very
attractive by his wife and the women at the country club or sports club or
wherever.  But other than that one direct gaze and the strong hands, there
wasn't much attraction.  Certainly not the mind.

   2:43.  Make or break time.  She could leave and even run an errand
before going home to wait for the school bus.  She did have several things
she needed to pick up, she thought.  She looked around the room.  Mommy was
leaving with her daughter and passed right by their table.  Such beautiful
flawless skin.

   "Nice panties," he said, smiling at the girl's too loose jeans.

   Ahhhhhhhhh.  Was he thinking perverted thoughts?  Or just making a
comment on mom's inability to clothe her daughter in appropriate attire?

   She wasn't sure.  But....it was enough.

   "So", she leaned closer to him, "Can I do anything for you?"

   "What did you have in mind?" The eye gaze was back.  YES.  YES.  YES,
she thought.

   "Can I suck your cock?", she whispered.  Her heart was beating rapidly.
She felt humiliation at asking the question in a public place and she felt
the fear of rejection.  She had been rejected before, but not often, and
usually then only by men who had the Look.  Men who knew that it was their
cock that controlled things, and not her pussy as is usually the case in
these types of encounters.

   "Where?"

   "I don't have much time today," she said, since she had planned it that
way, "how about in my car?  I parked in a pretty good spot."

   He looked nervous and she was worried that he just didn't have the balls
to go through with it.

   "OK, lead the way."

   She uncrossed her legs and slid off her chair, trying to flash him a
glimpse of her thighs as she did so.  She had worn thigh high black
stockings with a subtle fishnet pattern on her best feature, especially for
him.  He didn't even look.

   Her pussy was drooling now, as it usually did when she knew she was
going to suck cock.  She had always loved sucking cock, from the first time
as a young teen.

   She led him to her car parked in a remote part of the lot, next to a
group of trees with few other cars around.  Even when she knew her pussy
was leading her astray she still managed to usually stay safe, preferring
her car to that of a stranger.  She got in and let him in the passenger
seat.

   He looked nervous again, but she ignored that and concentrated on her
fantasy of him being dominant and using her.  She touched his knee and
traced her way up his inner thigh until she felt his cock.  Already hard.
And nice sized.

   She waited for him to see if he would grab her hair, or neck, or even
just tell her what to do.  He didn't.  Once again she would have to control
things.

   "Did you fuck your wife today?"

   "No"

   "Has she sucked your cock recently?", she asked as she unzipped his
slacks.

   "No, she doesn't do that", he said in a tone that made it clear he was
uncomfortable talking about his wife.

   'Well, no chance of sucking pussy juice off him', she thought to
herself.

   She pulled out his cock.  Circumcised, nice length, big head.  Her mouth
watered as she looked up at him.  "May I?", she pleaded.

   "Yes"

   This is what she loved to do, what she was made to do.  She leaned over
and licked the length of his shaft.  She ran her tongue all around his head
and then slowly took it in her mouth, sucking just enough to elicit a soft
moan from him.  She thought of a past over who used her mouth hard and
well, usually grabbing her neck or hair.  There was no chance of that here,
but the thought made her cunt ache and she began to suck harder and deeper.
She needed him to push down on her head.  She needed to feel cock in the
back of her throat.  She needed to gag and be choked.

   Inexplicably she thought of her husband and his tiny cock.  She had no
idea why she married him.  They rarely had sex and even when she buried her
nose in his pubic hair his cock didn't hit the back of her throat.

   She sucked harder and faster.  She knew this wasn't the best blow job
technique but if he wasn't going to give her what she needed she would just
take it.  She started banging his cock against the back of her throat.

   "Grck....Grck.....Grck.....Grck", the rhythm of her gagging filled the
small interior of the car.  She knew her throat would be sore for a few
days after this.  His cock was a perfect length, even if he didn't know how
to use it.

   She pulled off and looked at him, catching her breath.  Drool and his
precum were running off her chin and dripping down between them, adding to
the stains in her car that her husband had no idea were anything other than
coffee stains.  She pulled her skirt up to her hips, hoping he would take
the hint and use her cunt with his fingers.  The right kind of man would
even be able to fuck her right now.  He was not the right kind of man.  Nor
did he take the hint.  She ran a finger along her shaved slit and plunged
it easily into her cunt which made her moan.  She could easily cum if she
rubbed her clit, but she preferred someone allow her to cum.

   She kissed him and waited, to see if he would tell her to resume
sucking. He did not understand what she needed.

   Finally she had enough.  "Listen, it's 3:15.  I need to leave shortly. I
want to be very honest, I've enjoyed meeting you, but I think this will be
a one-time thing.  It's just what I enjoy," she lied.  "But I need you to
use my mouth.  Tell me to suck.  Grab my head and shove your cock down my
throat.  Don't worry about offending me.  Just use me and then cum and then
I need to go."

   She knew this was cruel, but she had gotten much better in recent years
of making men use her the way she needed.

   He stared at her, still silent.  And then she saw a small sign, a
transformation that she had seen before.  It wouldn't be permanent, but it
was primal.

   "Suck my cock, slut."

   "Yes, Sir", she replied, smiling inside.

   He grabbed her head and shoved her head down.  She gagged and her pussy
juice covered her legs.

   "You like sucking cock slut?  You like my married cock you dirty little
bitch?

   She pulled off with a pop, "YES".

   "I didn't say stop sucking, cunt", and with that he grabbed her head and
shoved down hard, his cock finally popping all the way into her throat. 
She gagged and almost retched, but he just held her head all the way down.

   "mmmm that feels fucking awesome you little bitch." He pulled her up and
then shoved down again forcing his cock deep inside.  She gagged repeatedly
as he continued to force her deepthroating.  His entire lap was covered in
drool and precum and saliva.  She knew he would have some explaining to do
about the wet spot on his slacks.

   'Ahhhhhhhh', she finally felt his fingers reach behind her and up her
skirt, stroking her bare, sopping slit.

   "Fuck you're wet"

   He banged a finger into her, then two and maybe three, she couldn't
tell.

   'Touch my clit', she begged silently while he continued to push down on
her head.

   He pulled his fingers out and tasted them.  Then finger fucked her hard
again, pulling out so that he could make her taste them.

   "Suck my fingers.  Do you like that?"

   "Yes, Sir.  But..."

   "But what?"

   "I need to go, can I make you cum please", she asked.  She didn't know
what time it was but knew she only had minutes to get him out of the car
and then make it home in time for the school bus.

   "Suck, bitch" He shoved in hard a few times then held her by the hair at
the depth that must have given him the most pleasure.  His fingers played
with her slippery cunt and rubbed her clit.  She squirmed and sucked the
best she could using her tongue and mouth and the noises showing how much
she liked being used.

   He was silent now, but his fingering increased and she felt his cock
grow.  He started grunting and his fingers pounded into her slit feeling
like he was trying to hurt her he was pushing so hard.

   "Ngh.....ngh......ngh....."

   His body stiffened up and she heard and felt his fingers slide from her
pussy with an audible slurp.

   "Oh, you fucking cock sucking whore," he grabbed her head with both
hands and pounded hard into her throat.  She felt her throat tear and knew
there would be blood.

   "Gawd damn, SUCK IT CUNT.......OHHHHHHHH"

   He yanked her off his cock and pushed her over to her seat, forcing her
head low with his grip in her hair.  Lifting up he moved over her face as
best he could just as his cum started spurting out.

   "OH FUCK, YEAH"

   She felt cum splatter on her face.  She kept her eyes open knowing that
she might soon have a case of redeye.  He was aiming now.  On her hair.  On
her face.  He pulled her up and spurted some down her cleavage.  He rubbed
the remainder all over her face and then she felt his body relax.

   "Damn", he simply said.

   "Thank you", she replied.

   He stared in amazement.

   She handed him a wetwipe and said, "I really really have to go.  I'm
sorry to rush you out."

   "It's ok." He wiped up as best he could and got out of the car.

   She smiled at him, knowing he would write her several emails.  Knowing
she would answer none of them.

   She drove quickly home.  The whole car smelled like sex, but she left
the windows closed.  She noticed there was cum on her window and the arm
rest on her door, which must have come from his first spurt.  She reached
her finger out and cleaned it off the window, sucking it off her finger,
which she repeated for the cum on the arm rest.  He tasted good.

   Her face was a mess, she had quickly cleaned it with a wipe and looked
semi-presentable in the mirror.  The cum in her hair and the cum on her
blouse she left.  Looking down she had cum on her dark skirt, stark white
against the darker material.  A large glob had even dripped onto her thighs
right next to her slit.  She left her skirt up the whole drive home and had
to fight hard against the urge to take the cum on her thighs and rub it
into her pussy.  She won that battle, but barely.

   She got out of her car just as the school bus stopped down the street.
She watched her son skipping up the street with a friend and decided to
wait outside for him.

   She felt the cum running down her thighs.  She smelled it on her face.
She knew it was visible in her hair and blouse and skirt.  But she had done
much more in front of her son and he never had noticed.  It just made her
pussy throb to do it.

   "Hi honey, how was school?", she asked, noticing that her throat hurt
like hell.

   "Good mom", was the cheery reply, as he bounded by.

   The urge was still there she knew.  She might fight it for a day or two,
but it was still there.  It still needed to be satisfied.

   The End

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