Her Anchor (109 page)

Things unraveled promptly after that, the two of us splitting apart a mere number of minutes after he'd just gotten his cock out of my pussy. This final cleaving apart of our flesh, I realized, perhaps the most poignant symbol imaginable for the demise of our oh-so-sweet-union, and my life, almost instantly, losing all sense of meaning whatsoever.

It had only been a couple of days since then, and I'd been staying with a friend during that period while I tried to get my bearings about me and get things sorted out to the extent I needed to. But the hours seemed to roll by with agonizing slowness, the moments going nowhere and my misery increasing as I continued to reflect on the injustices done to me.

It somehow tore me apart inside to think that he would be walking away from this affair of his with everything. Keeping the apartment to himself and already having a nice pink pussy ready and in store for him straight out of the gates. Whereas I was left destitute and heartbroken, without anything in the world to alleviate my pain at the moment, and everything, as a result, seeming completely and utterly hopeless.

In the present, I was just about ready to give up on the prospect of getting laid for the evening, when suddenly the bartender sat a drink down in front of me without me having requested it. I looked up, and melted just a little bit inside to see a face looking down at me from the other end of the bar, smiling devilishly, and his bedroom eyes gazing over at me with such clarity that it was tantamount to an impossibility for me not to realize his intentions with resounding, almost shocking definition.

He stepped over to me, and I straightened up, expecting some effort at seduction on his part, at least, but willing to settle for the bare minimum from the looks of this most savory gentleman as he ambled up close to my vicinity...

2

Mark was the man's name. That was about the extent of the information I bothered to collect about him. My head spinning slightly from tipsiness and my desires for becoming acquainted with his lordship happening to be almost purely physical in nature. I was, quite honestly, an easy sell to say the least, and before I'd known it I was in the back of a taxi with the stranger. Inhaling his beautiful face with such furious intent that I just about came close to suffocating on his flesh.

The two of us stumbled wildly into his apartment. The night spinning around us as he kicked open his front door, whisking me away into his bedroom and slamming the door shut behind us.

It was the first time in quite a while that I'd engaged in this sort of behavior to any extent whatsoever - that is, sex with a complete, total, and absolute stranger. A one night stand with a man at a bar who could have been any Dick, Joe, or Harry. An individual whose character I could not have guessed in the least, and which I did not care to guess in the least.

Turned on and wet at the pussy at the excitement of danger, of mystery, of screwing without consequences and then never seeing this man again. Putting him out of my mind in the manner that men often did to me. Using him up and them spitting him out to get on with my life, enjoying the ride all the while as I did so.

I was particularly vehement as the efforts of our one night love unfolded. Zach's betrayal had somehow unleashed something primal and lecherous inside me. A need to fuck and be fucked, to be brought within a hair's breadth of my limits and then pushed over the edge, screwed into oblivion in a night of brutal, strings-free passion.

I actually began to feel just a little bit bad for the poor son-of-a-bitch as I plied him with kisses. Tilting his head back so fiercely that I could scarcely imagine him being able to breathe as my tongue knifed toward the back of his throat, slicing so deep into this body that I came close to being inhaled. My entire anatomy so lit up with desire at this point that I was actually beginning to shiver on top of him. Christ, how long it had been, how long since I'd felt the warm, foreign embrace of a new lover, felt the taste of his lips on my own and the tingling of his sweaty, sticky flesh against mine.

I began to moan, and Mark began to ravish me, catching up at last with that which I was presently throwing at him. Doing his damnedest to match my efforts at loving by pushing his greedy hands all over me. Feeling me up and groping me through the fabric of my blouse, kneading up my tingling tits like two pliant balls of dough beneath his working fingertips.

My body, all over, reacting positively to my own sweet sluttiness at having pounced on my prey this quickly. At having jumped so abruptly into bed with this new man so shortly after things had went down the tubes with the old one. Making me feel, quite honest, like a goddamn alpha female, a real take charge kind of girl who got what she wanted, and could gain access to as much sweet cock as she so happened to desire.

Speaking of which, I began to seize at Mark's loins through the fabric of his jeans as the two of us made out. Feeling his bulge throbbing up against my fingertips and squeezing it tight in response. Honking on his horn, as it were, clamping my grip on that cock so fiercely that I thought I might rip straight through the denim. The agony of my efforts causing him to pull his lips away from me gasping, cringing, shivering all over, and his lips spreading wide into a vicious, hungry grin.

The two of us peeled one another out of our clothes, and I savored the melting of the fabric from my flesh as he stripped me down to my (ahem) bare essentials, peeling me slowly, seductively from my bra and panties and then caressing every succulent inch of my nude, writhing body. My flesh covering his own like a blanket, my tits pooling up on his chest and my wet pussy grinding up against his crotch, dry humping him. My hands, all the while, going about the process of undressing him, in order to bring about a bit more intimate of a union.

I stripped him rather forcefully to his boxers, and then whipped his cock out into the open. Satisfied immensely by its springing as it waved about readily before my eyes, fat and plump and so engorged that it stirred an immense hunger somewhere deep inside me. I crawled on top of his prone form, jutting my plump ass out toward him and mounting him in reverse, seizing a firm, almost painful grip around his erect penis to a chorus of grunts from above, and beginning to stroke him from tip to taint.

He moaned with pleasure, and I increased my pace, working up the saliva from the back of my throat and then pouring it down onto his engorged tip through my teeth, lubricating him up a bit so that as I continued to wank him it produced a sweet, wet squelching sound. He moaned enthusiastically at this, and I opened my jaws wide, sinking down upon him and preparing my throat for the worst.

My lips melted around his cock like a knife through warm butter, sinking to his base and then slurping promptly back up once again. My every movement brutish and uncivilized as I began to suck him into a rhythm, inhaling and regurgitating and twisting my tongue around his shaft and then occasionally pouring more spit onto his fat erection, the taste exquisite, and the sensations I knew I was putting in him making the humiliation of the effort more than worth the while.

Even greater, then, was my feeling when he began to reciprocate my efforts, seizing a firm handful of my ass and then leaning forward, pulling my buttocks back toward him, and planting his hot wet lips firmly upon those of my pussy. I gasped loudly, momentarily pulling my mouth from his shaft as I accustomed myself to his oral exploration. My eyelids fluttering pleasantly shut as his tongue pierced up into me, drilling and sliding and lashing around through every wet surface, causing it to become even wetter between the arousal and the flowing of his saliva, and the overall effect. One that was incredibly pleasant, to say the very, very least.

For some time the two of us locked ourselves in this sweet, agonizing unit, sucking up and inhaling one another's flesh with only the sweetest of kisses. Me deep throating him so hard that I nearly choked on the force of his erection, and him burying his face so deep inside my agonized, throbbing cunt that I thought he might go the whole nine yards and unbirth himself outright back up into my womb.

Finally, after his tongue had lapped its way through the floral pink folds of my femininity six ways to Sunday and left me shaking like a fucking dog. Orgasm began to ring through my body like wildfire, and I found myself unable to continue with my oral efforts as my anatomy seized up with sensation.

Every nerve ending seemed to light up exquisitely with the force of his immaculate pussy kisses, and I felt as though I might just become absorbed into the man. Dissolved as a part of him as my ears rang and my body shook and my ass clenched with the splendor of utmost climax. My heart beating like a drum and the ceiling seeming to spin around me with such perverse speed that it made me fucking dizzy.

I collapsed, after God knows how long, and spit out his thick, slimy cock, resting for a moment, before turning my body around, and mounting him the proper way this time around...

I climbed up on top of him, straddling his pelvis, and gave the sharp, curved blade of his cock a few last pumps of my fist in order to ensure that it was completely and totally ready for me. Then I lifted my ass up into the air over top of him, hovering for a bit as I aligned myself with his weapon, and then lowering myself, my eyes squinted tightly shut as I braced myself, and the sensation of being ripped apart by this new man even more wonderful than I could have imagined.

I savored the stretching of my pussy as my body melted down onto him. Swallowing up inside me, and feeling him touch down so deep inside my pelvis that it was almost too immaculate to bear. I let out a tremendous, enthusiastic sigh, as though I'd somehow been deflated by the sharp blade of his erection, and for a moment I simply allowed myself to settle there, waiting, waiting, and biding my time as I leered into his eyes. My tits pounding and my nostrils flaring in a manner most predatory, the lips of my cunt throbbing around him as though tightening my body onto his own.

Then slowly, very slowly, I began to rock on top of him, savoring the glorious feeling of my pussy lips being stretched out and distorted around the blunt obstacle of his erect penis. Loving the hot, wet squelching sound of the dank pink cunt meat being jostled into, and anticipating, with every agonized fiber of my being, the sweet, sweet escalation of our single night of unfettered passion.

I began to pick up speed on top of him, gradually working myself into a steady, vicious thrashing, and eventually, as things progressed, bouncing up and down on top of that throbbing hard cock that it nearly made my fucking eyes crossed. Churning my pussy up into such a mess of pink pulp that the damage seemed unsalvageable as the sensation of friction coursed readily through my body. My jiggling tits feeling as though they were on fire as I absolutely destroyed myself on him.

The nipples hardening perversely, and the wet, agonized clapping together of our sopping genitals turning me on like you wouldn't believe. A steady torrent of profanity came streaming forth from my lips like a liquid stream,
“Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh shit, oh shit,”
and as things intensified, climbing to a tremendous head, he began to grunt up at me in response. His hands on my ass and his fingers squeezing into my jiggling flesh for dear life, the raising and smacking down of my body onto his becoming unbearable.

And with a few last, wet claps I smashed my pussy down onto him, driving his sharp tip so deep into my pussy that I thought it might just pierce something inside me. He began to throb, to pulse, and then to explode, ejaculation coursing through my tight wet femininity in sticky molten streams. Pulse after pulse after pulse of the gooey white stuff coating every tender bit of my flesh, sloshing back out of me in its thickness and abundance, and setting me over the edge.

This time the orgasm was almost blinding as it rocked through my body like a virus, and I ended up screaming so loud that it made even my own ears hurt. Shortly after he pulled out of me a neighbor had called over to check and make sure things were alright, much to our delight and amusement.

The two of us then proceeded to make out in the afterglow for some time and then went on to fuck one another twice more over the course of the night. My plan for reintroducing myself into the dating pool going off without a hitch, and my self-confidence restored in a manner far sweeter than I could have possibly hoped to imagine.

3

Mark had given me his phone number the morning after our long, sweaty night of sweet, sweet fucking, and I might reasonably have forgotten about him altogether if it wasn't for something that happened a few weeks later. Much to my surprise and astonishment, something that made me very, very glad I'd saved Mark's numbers despite my utter lack of intention to call him up again.

For the most part, I'd managed to get my life back on track after the fallout of my relationship with Zach. I'd managed to find myself a new apartment, thanking my friend profusely for allowing me to live with her for a few weeks in the interim, and carrying on with my life in its new direction. I started taking up yoga and, for at least a while, decided to swear off men and dating in general for the time being.

Thinking that it would be better to work on myself in order to find better solutions to my problems, and not expecting some Prince Charming to swoop in and fix my life for me. If I met someone in the meantime and things seemed to take on a direction that seemed promising, then fine, we would see how it went. If I really felt a poignant enough craving for sexual release I could always wrangle up another one night stand sort of arrangement simply enough, quick and simple and without any serious implications for the overall course of my life.

In the meantime, though, I had a bedside drawer full of dildos and vibrators that could easily get the job done for me in their place, sex toys that would expect even less of me than even these good time Charlies, and for the time being I was more than content to keep the poking of fingers into my existence out of my life altogether.

And then I missed my period...

Or, well, I thought I did... I wasn't all that concerned about the fact initially, caught up in my new mode of existence and distracted as I was, thinking that such occurrences had happened in the past, and on numerous occasions, as far as that went. I was on birth control pills, and one of their most desired effects was that I had my period less frequently, not to mention more lightly than I did when I was off the pill altogether. It was simple enough to chalk this one delayed cycle down to the fact of the pill's effects, and though I of course remained aware of the fact. I payed it as little heed as possible for some time until other signs began to gradually creep in.