Working up a hunger (the missing chapter)

Author's note: On the first run through of this story line, this chapter was inadvertently missed. It has been added back now and the subsequent chapters re-attached. I'm sorry for the confusion, but hopefully you can enjoy this little romp!

Paul and Molly sat there for minutes just staring at the ceiling and his cock respectively basking in the glow and pleasure of an amazing sex filled massage session for what seemed like hours but was closer to several minutes. There were probably a few times they nodded off but their brains were just loving the happy juices and would wake up with a giggle or chuckle.

Paul interrupted the silence first with a big sigh and “that was amazing, slut.”

She smiled and wiggled in the memory of him deep inside her she was barely holding onto with tendrils through the fog of her brain, “yes, Sir, it is glorious.” A very heavy sigh kind of brought her down a bit though.

“What’s wrong, girl?”

“your fuck toy is hungry, Sir, but I don’t want to move.”

Laughing, Paul responds, “well, I’m sure my cock wouldn’t mind you devouring it a bit more, I’m not sure how satiated it will be for that type of hunger,” at which point Paul’s stomach grumbles a bit, “guess I’m kinda hungry too, now that you mentioned it.”

Molly giggles a bit at his body betraying his coolness. Suddenly any array of food goes flooding through her head when one slams up to the front of her thoughts, “oooo!! Sir, could we get pizza???”

“Pizza??? Seriously? When was the last time you wanted that?”

“Exactly!! It's been forever, and I am REALLY starving! I feel like I could eat a pie by myself.”

Paul chuckled at that visualization, “ya, not sure we need you to scarf down a whole one, but I think we can order some.”

“I’ll go get it ordered,” he said as he rolled out from under her head still resting on his hip. Hearing her whimper as he moved. “Miss me, slut?”

“always, Master,” she grinned at him languishing and stretching her nude body for him before curling up to get comfy.

“Wouldn’t want you to get too lonely, slut. Get that oil and make sure keep that clit nice & lubricated. And keep it going until I come back; but don’t cum without me,” Paul said with a grin as he went to wash his hands and use his laptop.

With a gasp and a blush, she grabbed the oil, rolled back, to get as comfortable as she could, dosed her hand, closed her eyes to picture earlier activities, and began playing with her already sensitive clit.

Meanwhile, in the office Paul stared at the order cart of the local pizza place and realized he was probably way too hungry to be ordering this much, but it just sounded too good. Having trouble remember his card number right, he pulled out his drawer to get the number off his spare card and was interrupted by the Gadget.

Hearing a moan from the living room, he thought how useful it would be to use this on her from here, remember how good it felt up against him. Her panting and whimper with the memory of the BUZZ just shot his cock harder. Shaking his head, he grabbed the card and shouted out, “you better not be cumming, slut.” as he entered in the data.

Molly could feel herself on the edge. Part of her brain thought she might be able to sneak a silent one in, but was reminded how much noise she really makes as her husband shouted from the other room. “No, Sir, I’m good girl. I’m a good cum slut.” As she continued whispering the long-ingrained mantra burned deep inside her psyche out of pure habit.

As he returned, Paul could see his lovely wife’s knees up in the air, ankles pulled into her ass, pushing herself into the pillows, as her head thrashed around rubbing her clit furiously before pausing briefly with a whimper, before getting back to her task.

Paul enjoyed watching this for a few minutes, before quietly stalking over to her remaining unobserved. Until finally ready to continue the festivities, he pounced between her thighs tossing her hand out of the way.

Molly gasped at the surprise invasion, shouting a bit of her previously whispered mantra before she could stop herself, “slutsluvpleasure”, and saw her Master’s grin between her thighs right before he dove in for his own desert. Already being on edge in such a sensitive spot with such a forceful & skilled ****, she panted and gripped at the tarp as she tried to block an explosion before she could remember her training. “Eiselti! eiselti, Master!!!” pleading she shouted out, “please, Master, eiselti!!!”

Seeing the nearly pleasure torment on her face, he responded quietly, “cum, you slut,” before diving back in. Molly began thrashing about violently as her hips begin to thrust from the explosion and a reflex tried to reduce the over stimulated sensitive lips being eaten out, but Paul reached up & grabbed her thighs digging in further to the sweet cherry-berry taste of her cunt lapping up every bit of her.

Molly was losing count of her orgasms but was being brought down somewhat errant as the stimulation to her clit and lips were diving closer to irritation than pleasure. She tried to reach down to touch him but her arm just wasn’t moving right so she blurted out “tape trains”. When he didn’t immediately stop, she warned again, “tape trains, Sir!”

Paul suddenly registering what she was saying, pulled him self out of the delectable fun and looked up at her flush face panting.

Leaning up, she responded, “thank you, Sir,” before collapsing back.

Seeing her total exhaustion, but feeling the rod between his thighs and her scent enveloping his ever breath, he knew they weren’t done with this session yet. “not yet, slut”

Molly couldn’t even register what he said, until she felt his shoulders plow into her knees and lifted them up to her shoulders bending her in half as she stared at him wild eyed and grinning with a raw hunger she hadn’t seen in a while, and a panic washed over her.

He could see the trepidation wash over her face as she began to push up and he lined his cock up with her vaginal canal. And staring at her deep in her eyes, he thrust his cock deep inside her swollen cunt. She could only groan in response as he pushed over and over into her as she could do nothing but steady herself from his onslaught in her prone position.

With every thrust, more and more of her mental state was being pushed aside to the animal lust building within her. As he could see the second wind engulfing her, he pushed her legs further into her and locked his lip over her mouth. Feeling him envelope her so complete, she flung her arms around his neck and pulled him deeper into her.

As she gripped onto his neck, he reached around her thighs and leaned back, pulling her into a vertical position folded in half, and began pounding her whole-body weight up and down his shaft. The gravity well assisting his pile drive into her as she lost all meaning other than his sex toy.

All too soon, even with a recent release, Paul’s aging virility exploded deep within his girl. Resting her on his lap with his cock still buried in her, Molly instinctively flexed her kegel muscles trying to milk more out of him, while trying to seal it all in, she kissed him harder, panted out, “thank you for using this slut for your pleasure, Master,” and continued kissing him and trying to pull his deflating penis further into her.

Slowly, he leaned forward laying her down on her back, continuing to kiss & make out with her. Moving his arms from under her knees allowed her to pull them back down, which she used to wrap her slick thighs around his shiny waist, not wanting to let him go.

However, their escapades were interrupted with a ring and knock at the front door.