Robert Vickers
Tanya in chains
CHAPTER ONE
"You're so big in me," moaned Tanya, struggling passionately with her boyfriend on the huge waterbed. The wave motion under her carried the woman up and down, sending the prick ever deeper into her pussy. She loved the feeling. But there had to be more to fucking than just this. There had to be or it would not be worth the sweat and time and effort.
"Do it again," he urged. "What you were doing with your pussy. I need to feel that cunt of yours smashing down hard around my prick."
She tensed and relaxed her cunt walls and felt his cock jerk in lusty response. He was big. Bigger than she had any right to expect from his behavior out of bed. Charlie was an okay sort of guy but he left a lot to be desired in his approach to life. He wasn't terribly aggressive or ambitious. Still, Tanya couldn't afford to be choosy right now. The hunger in her loins threatened to devour her totally. She would go mad with lust if she didn't get enough cock to keep her happy and sated sexually.
These spells hit her periodically. She looked over all the men she knew and tried to evaluate each and every one of them. She always drew a blank as to the one she was excited the most by. They all seemed so namby-pamby. Not a one of them had ever had an original thought in his head. And the idea of competing and winning would scare them all shitless.
What she needed was a take-charge man, one who would know what her needs were and fill them totally. A man like that wouldn't have to be told what to do. A man who knew women – who knew what she would love the most – wouldn't ask her to tighten up her cunt so that both of them could get that much more of a thrill out of fucking.
He would order her. He would command her to do the things he enjoyed and this would give her the pleasure lacking in her humdrum life.
Tanya sighed and struggled a little more with the impaling spike of Charlie's cock inside her pussy. No matter what she did would pleasure the man. He was a zero in the equation of life. But she needed all him. Rather, she needed his cock inside her. Masturbating was a thrill and she never failed to get her rocks off doing it but it wasn't the kind of involvement she wanted. She was a woman who needed a man.
A real man.
"Fuck me good, Charlie," she sobbed out, her emotions washing over her. But in spite of the arousal she felt inside, she also knew something was missing. But Charlie might – just might – provide it for her this time. Maybe he would take over. Order her around. Maybe even slap her. Maybe this was the time he would become the type of man she desired most and never found.
Maybe.