Sarah's frustration

Sarah's train didn't leave until Sunday evening. I drove her to the station, the car filled with the comfortable silence of two women who had shared everything over the past forty-eight hours. She was quiet, but it wasn't the quiet of exhaustion or regret. It was the quiet of someone replaying every moment, savoring every memory.

At the platform, she hugged me tight, her lips brushing my ear. "Thank you. For everything. For *everything*."

"Text me when you get home. Let me know you're safe."

She nodded, her green eyes bright. "I will. And Carrie?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't wait for the next time. I'm already counting down."

My phone buzzed around ten that night. I was curled up in bed, Carl's arm draped over my waist, his hand cupping one of my tits, his breathing slow and steady.

**Sarah:** - Home safe. Showered. Speak to you tomorrow.*

I smiled, typing back.

**Carrie:** - Good. Speak soon.XXX?*

The next morning I woke early as usual, and my began my day as normal, coffee, breakfast and start work, at around 10 my phone started pinging.

**Sarah** - Morning, gorgeous, I can't stop thinking about it.*
**Carrie** - About which part?* **Sarah:** - The glass. The way it felt pushing it out. The taste. God, the taste. I've been lying here licking my lips like a fucking weirdo.*
**Carrie:** - Not weird. You're just learning what you love.*
**Sarah:** - I love it. I love all of it. I keep replaying Alan's face when I drank it down. He looked so proud. So satisfied.*
**Carrie:** - He was. We all were.*

There was a pause. I could almost see her biting her lip, hesitating. Then the dots appeared again.

**Sarah:** - I tried to get David in the mood last night.*

I raised an eyebrow, waiting.

**Sarah:** - Put on something sexy. Lit candles. Tried to kiss him the way you taught me.*
**Carrie:** - And?* **Sarah:** *He said he was tired. Had a headache. Rolled over and went to sleep.*

I felt a surge of frustration on her behalf.

**Carrie:** *I'm sorry, sweetheart.*
**Sarah:** *It's fine. I mean, it's not fine, but it's whatever. I'm used to it.*
**Carrie:** *You shouldn't have to be used to it.*
**Sarah:** *I know. But I'm not angry anymore. I used to be. Now I just feel... hungry. Frustrated. Like I have all this need and nowhere to put it.*
**Carrie:** *That's what weekends are for.*
**Sarah:** *I know. But it's hard. Lying next to him, knowing he'll never look at me the way Alan and James did. Never use me the way Carl does. Never make me feel like a woman the way you do.*

I read the message twice, my chest tightening.

**Carrie:** *You deserve to feel like a woman every day, Sarah. Not just on weekends.*
**Sarah:** *I'm starting to realize that. And it's terrifying.*
**Carrie:** *Why?*
**Sarah:** *Because what if I can't go back? What if I don't want to?*

I smiled at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keys.

**Carrie:** *Then don't. You're not the same woman who we met not long ago. And that's a good thing.*

Another long pause. When her message came, it was just three words.

**Sarah:** *I miss it.*
**Carrie:** *Miss what?*
**Sarah:** *The taste. The fullness. The way they looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I keep swallowing, trying to remember, but my mouth is empty.*

I felt a pulse of heat between my thighs, reading her words.

**Carrie:** *It'll still be there next time.*
**Sarah:** *I know. But I want it now. I want to be on my knees. I want to feel a cock sliding down my throat. I want to feel cum filling my mouth, hot and thick, and I want to swallow every drop and beg for more.*

My breath caught and then a wicked little smile came across my face.

**Carrie:** *You're becoming quite the little cumslut, aren't you?*
**Sarah:** *I am. And I love it. I love that I love it. I love that I can tell you this and you don't judge me. You understand.*
**Carrie:** *I do. Because I am too.*
**Sarah:** *I know. That's why you're my favorite person.*
**Carrie:** *Well, relax for the day, you can always play with yourself to release the tension.*
**Sarah:** *I will. I'm going to do that, I'm sooo horny right now..*
**Carrie:** *Go for it, speak soon and happy orgasm*
**Sarah:** *Ok hun, cya. XXX.*

I set my phone on the my desk and carried on with work, and I started to think about Sarah, her husband's turning his back to her when she is obviously gagging for it, her mouth being empty, and her hunger was growing.

And I was already planning her next visit. I knew exactly what she needs, I'm going to arrange a surprise gangbang with 7 of my fuck buddies, if I tell them they have fresh meat to fuck and cum in they will all come. So I texted the 7 lucky guys with a picture attached , told them about Sarah and that she needs a gangbang and treating like a piece of meat, she will do anything they want, all holes available. She want's ruining and not be able to walk the next day.

Within the hour they all texted back saying yes, so I just had to plan the date when Sarah can come back for a weekend of debauchery, she has no idea of what is going to happen to her as it's going to be a surprise.

Oliver, my toyboy texted me and asked a bit more about her and I told her that Carl and Josh had met her on the weekend of the last WhoreHouse session when they were away , and fucked her senseless, I could tell from his responses he was looking forward to fucking her, well what 20 year old wouldn't, another hot older slut to stick his dick in.