A Friend In Need Is Fulfilled

Ann, a single woman, living the single life after her former relationship has left her mentally drained. Her brain, exhausted from the grind of dealing with an ex who lived life only based upon himself. She has no desire for a relationship, but her body is still human and craves to be desired, craves to be taken, craves to be filled.

Her nightly routine stays the same, reading a smutty book, finding a somewhat interesting porn to view and using a toy to provide herself with a moment of mental and physical relief. The routine does its job to provide herself the minimal dose of endorphins needed to relax her body but is never the full release that she craves more and more as each day passes by.

The mindless routine continues day after day, week after week, and month after month becoming a routine no different than brushing her teeth. As time progresses, she delves deeper into darker readings. Her mind and body knows what it needs; she needs to feel the roughness of a man's hands, the removal of her autonomy that pushes her to be used by a man for his pleasure.

Her brain continuously searches for someone or something that can quench her thirst, but every candidate comes with obstacles. Some men want a relationship, some men she knows wants to make it a romantic encounter, others are just not on the level of depravity that she requires to satiate her carnal desires.

"Why cannot I find someone who will simply fuck me then leave?" she asks herself out loud, pushing the energy of her voice out into the ethos with hope that the universe will deliver to her what she so desperately craves.

More nights go by, same routine over and over, read...watch...orgasm....sleep....repeat.

But on one particular night her imagination begins to drift to Ross. But he is too taboo, she works with him sometimes, he has a relationship, it would be too awkward to face him for the days after. But in his presence, she feels his deviancy, hidden away deep within him but glimmers in his eyes at the appropriate times.

Her eyes close as she begins to have scenarios run through her head, imagining Ross as he handles her roughly. Imagining how it would feel to have his large hands spanking her ass and telling her she is being a good girl as he pushes her past her usual levels of comfort. As the scenes prance through her head her fingers tease her clit more and slide inside herself. Pushing deeper inside herself as her body pushes into them while her other hand tussles her hair and pulls on her nipples. With her legs spread wide she imagines the sensations of feeling his hard throbbing member thrusting into her. Hearing the sounds of the skin smacking together as he mercilessly slams forward, quickly retreats and then slams his body forward again.

"FUCK!!!!" she screams out loud with her voice echoing off the walls as her orgasm rips through her body. Sitting upright in her bed she looks around the room in a daze as she is in disbelief of the level of orgasm she was finally able to achieve. Her body falls back and she rests her head on the pillow. Guilt begins to rush through her as she realizes she has finally had a fulfilling orgasm but it being with the thought of a man who is unavailable.

She lays back in the bed, her thirst quenched and drifts off into a peaceful sleep that is obtainable only after satisfaction has been obtained.

As the days go by her mind is torn between the concepts of satisfaction and guilt, battling back and forth between moral and immoral. But each night when she lays in bed, reading her books and watching videos the idea of Ross taking the place of the male character intrudes into her thoughts and each night she is rewarded with orgasms that leave her soul vibrating with glee.

One night, as she is laying in bed and following her routine, she finds herself texting friends in between pages of her digital book. All subjects being covered between friends from frustrations at work to needs not being attended to at home. Her brain quickly flickers between the words on her page playing in her mind as she imagines Ross taking control of her body and feeling herself being stretched by a man, then quickly flipping to conversations of her friends describing why they are unhappy with their mates and their lack of trying.

"Listen, I'd be happy just to get a good hard fuck" she responds to her friend complaining about a project not being completed around her house.

She flips back to her book and continues to read another sexual scenario. As she turns to another page in the midst of a hot steamy scene a message pops up on her screen.

"I can do that for you, but I have some rules" the message reads.

She looks at her phone confused and flips over to her messages. She shrieks in fear as she realizes the message she sent of needing to be fucked was not sent to her friend but was accidentally sent to Ross.

She quickly closes her phone, putting the phone to her side as she contemplates her ways of getting out of this. She could send a reply and inform Ross that it wasn't a message meant for him. She could say that her phone mistakenly sent it to him when it was meant for someone else. She could blame tiredness; she could not respond and send an apology text in the morning. The embarrassment of revealing such carnal desires has her hands shaking as she lays in bed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck what do I do" she asks herself as she runs through scenario after scenario in her head.

She picks up her phone again and begins to reply with an excuse. If she sends one now, she can at least have the night of sleep to relieve some of her anxiety. As she holds her phone with her thumbs ready to type she reads his reply again, "...but I have some rules."

Rules? What rules could someone have after someone outright admits they just need to feel their body taken advantage of. Ann's fingers begin to type out each excuse, only to be followed by backspacing and erasing the message and beginning another. But each time she clears the message her eyes revert back to his reply and rereads "...I have some rules."

As her eyes stay locked on his words her fingers type out "What are the rules?" and before she is able to contemplate whether or not to send the message her thumb hits the send button.

"Oh fuck" she screams out loud. Her hands shake as she is in disbelief that the message sent and now, she feels vulnerable as her desires have now been admitted to the person she has repeatedly fantasized about.

Those three little dots indicating he is responding appear on the screen, her hands continue to shake, and she stares at the phone waiting to see what the response could be. Each moment that passes fills her with more anxiety and her mind delving into the possibilities of "rules." She continues to stare at the three dots, shaking her phone in an attempt to hurry the response to come through. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the message appears.

"1. This is physical and not personal

2. You will do what I say when I say

3. When I enter the room, you will be on your knees at the the foot of your bed

4. You will be blindfolded

5. You will have a plug already in your ass

6. This is our secret

If these are acceptable for you, reply with "yes" and tell me when you are available"

She reads the words on the screen, could he really be serious?. Would Ross really be willing to come to her house, deliver the fucking she so desires, walk away, and have it remain a secret?.

Her head falls back on the pillow as she nervously rereads each of the rules. Going through a checklist one by one and asking herself if she would be able to commit to each one. As she reads her legs squeeze together as she feels herself becoming more wet and her clit becoming engorged with blood. Her hand reaches down between her legs, parting her legs enough so she can feel the excitement. Her finger easily slides down her moist lips. The phone falls to her side as her body gives into the images playing in her mind, thinking of herself being blindfolded and used with each of her openings being filled with satisfaction.

Her body tightens and trembles with the thought of being penetrated over and over and coming to an apex with the thought of feeling Ross releasing himself deep within her. Hearing his grunts as his cock drains every drop. The thought sends her body into a convulsion. With her toes curled, her muscles tensed, and her eyes closed so tightly that the shimmers leave tears of joy releasing from her eyes. Her body quickly relaxes after and Ann finds herself drifting off into a peaceful and relaxed sleep.

The next morning Ann wakes up with a renewed energy, able to get out of bed and have a little more pep in her steps. She proceeds with her normal morning routine, noting to herself how good she slept and how much better she feels. As she brushes her teeth her mind begins to process the evening and the events leading up to her restful sleep. She looks into the mirror, gazing into her own eyes and out loud she mutters "I have rules..."

With her toothbrush still in her mouth she rushes back to her bedroom, grabbing the phone from her bed she quickly opens her messages and sees the conversation and realizes the situation for what it is. Ross offered to fuck her, to give her what she needed just so long as she would follow his rules.

She stands frozen looking at her phone, realizing that she never replied. "Why" she asks herself over and over, did she ask what the rules were, "Why" did she not simply respond and tell him she sent the message to the wrong person, "How" could she have accidentally sent the message to him.

She sits down on the edge of the bed, toothbrush in her mouth with her teeth gripping the bristles. Staring down at her phone her legs begin to tense again, she feels her body aching and craving.

"Fuck it" she says out loud to the universe.

"Now?" she types out and sends.

She remains on the edge of her bed, rocking slightly with her legs tensing and relaxing feeling her body vibrate as she anxiously awaits his response. She closes her eyes and takes deep breaths to calm herself, feeling her body begin to regain its composure and her breathing return to normal as she slowly inhales and exhales.

Within a few minutes the phone vibrates, and she looks down at her phone with a new message. She opens her phone and reads the response, "30 minutes, follow the rules."

The air in her lungs is sucked out, she gasps to refill them as the anxiety quickly riddles her body. "What have I done?" "I can't do this," her mind pushes the words out of her mouth as she tries to backtrack. "He can't be serious", "He isn't really going to show up", "This can't be happening" run through her mind.

"But what if he does?" she mutters., "Then what?".

She returns to the bathroom, finishing brushing her teeth all while in a daze. As she finishes her teeth, she instinctively begins to prepare herself. She continues to tell herself that all of this isn't really happening but in the meantime, she has gotten into the shower, dried herself off, and went to her bedroom.

"Nope this isn't really happening," she repeats to herself out loud as she prepares herself. With her logical side of her brain continuing to be in denial, the other part of her brain continues rehashing the list and repeating with her inner dialogue "...follow the rules," "...follow the rules," "...follow the rules."

The cool air rushes across her nude body and she feels her nipples harden, becoming more and more sensitive to even the slightest amount of touch. Standing at her closet she begins to look for something to cover her eyes with the inner dialogue continuing to tell her "...follow the rules." With one hand searching her other hand instinctively teases her body. She caresses her breast; she teases her nipple and her hand slides down her body. She slides her finger across her clit and realizes to herself that she is already wet and sensitive. She finds an old black tie at the back of the closet, no clue or care where it may have come from, she lays it on the bed. Next, she goes to her nightstand, pulling out her lube and her plug, her brain continues to fight against her.

"This is not really happening!" she argues with herself. Then why does she continue with the preparation, why can she not stop herself. Ann takes a breath and has a moment of clarity and out loud admits to herself, "Because this is what I need".

Her head slumps down for a moment, coming to the understanding that she is unable to fight against the demands of her body and the attention it requires. She turns and crawls onto the bed with her ass in the air looking at her lube and toy her body begins to run on auto mode. She grabs the bottle and squirts it onto her ass. Her finger circles in a rhythmic motion around and around, relaxing herself and her mind continues to turn off. She grasps the plug in her hand and applies the lube, admiring the smooth texture and the coolness of the metal shape she reaches with the toy and begins to direct it inside of her. Lightly pushing it into herself and then relaxing to allow herself to take it inside with her teeth finding part of the blanket she clenches the fabric as a way to relax her backside. With each push she feels her pussy scream with excitement as it floods itself with anticipation. Little by little she pushes until her body opens and the toy slides all the way in. She props herself up on her elbows, catching her breath as she pants with excitement of feeling herself stretched.

She glances to her phone and realizes 20 minutes have already passed and the questions begin to play on repeat in her mind again.

"Is he really coming?"

"What if he is late?"

"What if he comes early?"

"What the fuck am I actually doing?"

"Why am I actually going through with this?"

But then her deep dark inner voice answers and silences her thoughts, "Because this is what we need!"

Ann takes a deep breath and goes to the foot of her bed, lowering herself down to her knees she ties the tie around her head and covers her eyes. Another deep breath as the scenes begin to race through her mind of what is to come. Ann quickly grabs the tie and removes it from her head as she realizes he would have no way of getting in with the door locked. Ann jumps to her feet and races for the door, the plug in her ass sends vibrations through her body with each step. She reaches for the door and unlocks it, glancing out of the window she sees the vehicle pull into her driveway and the realization of reality strikes her.

She dashes back to the room, retaking her former position; she pulls the tie back over her eyes and sits on her knees. Her hands reach up and straighten her hair.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck, this is really happening" she mutters into the room.

She hears the door open, and the heavy footsteps of a man enter the house. Her palms sweat and her fingers tap against her thighs as the footsteps approach her room, coming closer and closer to her exposed body.

Feeling his presence now directly in front of her, Ann begins to feel shy. Her arms crisscross her body to hide her breast, her head tilts towards the floor in an attempt to hide.

Ross' hand starts at her neck and reaches up into her hair, grasping a handful he pulls her head back till her mouth is open. His other hand pushes her arms down and away from her breast and places them flat on her thighs. His hand moves back up, cupping her breast and then teasing the nipples with flicks of his thumb.

"Mmmmm," she moans instinctively to the sensations of his touch

His hands move to her lips where the moans have just escaped, and his thumb now traces the outline of her mouth.

His hands release from her body, and she feels his presence step away.

"I can't believe..." she begins to say but she is quickly quieted with his reply "Shhhh."

Her ears have become red and hypersensitive, and she feels his fingers brush her hair behind her ear. She hears shoes being removed and then the distinctive sound of the unzipping of pants. Just the sound of clothes being removed vibrates her body. His presence returns to her and his thumb again circles her mouth. She instinctively opens her mouth awaiting whatever he is going to give.

"Tongue out," Ross instructs.

She stretches her tongue out and is immediately rewarded with a new sensation. Ross lays his cock on her tongue and slides slightly forward, letting her feel the weight.

"Be good," he continues and her head and mouth reaches forward, taking him into her mouth as her saliva coats his already throbbing cock. Her ears are rewarded with his moans as her mouth slides, taking the girth and length of him all the way to the back of her mouth. Ann's hand reaches up and attempts to encompass the girth of the cock in her hand, feeling it pulsate in her hand and her mouth with each stroke and suck. The moans from Ross are like music to her ears, listening to a man's grunts from the pleasure she is providing fills her with joyful lust.

"Take your hand away," he instructs.

Her hand slides back down onto her thigh and she feels her hair being gripped. Her mouth being used faster and faster, feeling his body becoming increasingly uncoordinated as the sounds he makes becomes more guttural. Pushing and pulling his body in and out of her mouth, feeling him swelling and throbbing until the first release of his seed shoots into her mouth. Ann's mouth locks tightly around his cock as his body involuntary jerks and convulses producing a fresh shot of cum in her mouth each time. Swirling her tongue around Ross' cock, she feels the last drop escape from her body.

Ross takes a step back, regaining his composure as he continues to pant. "FUCK!!!! YES!!!!" he finally announces, giggling out loud in satisfaction.

Ann remains sitting on the floor, unsure of what is to happen next. Does Ross leave and she removes the tie? Will he want to stay and watch television? Or worse, will he want to stay and talk about what just happened? She sits, waiting and waiting, wondering what is next.

"Turn around and bend over the bed" Ross tells Ann.

As she follows the instructions she can hear his glee when he sees the plug firmly in place. His fingers reach and give the plug a slight pull, sending waves of electricity through her. He places himself behind her, grasping her ass cheeks one at a time and giving them a shake and grunting with approval. Spanking her ass enough so she can feel the sting but also making her bite her bottom lip in anticipation.

Ross places his foot between her legs that had been held close together and issues the next instruction, "Spread your legs."

She spreads her legs and the cool air of the room sweeps across her swollen folds, she can feel herself already so wet that she is dripping down her thighs. Ross' hand reaches between her legs, spreading her labia with her hand he quickly finds her clit and gives it a swirl with his fingertips before following her labia down and finding her opening. Two fingers push inside, and she feels herself stretch. The touch of another person forces her mouth open while producing noises of desire all while her body pushes back on the fingers in hopes of consuming them deeper. Back and forth she rocks her body taking every moment she can have with the sensation of his fingers pushing against the plug in her ass. Ross' free hand obtains a handful of hair, pulling her head back, forcing her deeper on to the fingers.

"Make that pussy cum, come on, give it to me" Ross demands as she pushes back deeper and harder. A buildup is within her, feeling a sensation that has far too long been missing. Her pussy grips tighter and tighter on the two fingers, grunting with each thrust back until she releases a howl that was buried within her, convulsing her body as she squirts all over Ross' hand.