Bitch In Heat

Natalie was begging for my cock the minute she walked through my door. I seriously hadn?t imagined that anything like this could happen so fast.. especially to me. I mean, I?m a humble guy; I?m nice and sincere; I treat women with respect. I like sex but I don?t go around town wondering when the next pussy will come my way. It had been many years since I had done more than hand holding and the occasional kiss let alone down and dirty fucking. So when Natalie called and said she and her husband were splitting up I figured it was her needing someone to talk to.

Natalie and I had gone to high school together and while I had always been secretly in love with her, I knew that she moved with the faster crowd. On the nights she needed to slow down and just watch a movie and eat popcorn, I was the guy to call. Now she was married to this asshole that I had hated from the first moment I'd known about him but I had never had the balls to say anything to her about it. I respected marriage and so I took a back seat, never breathing a word to her about my feelings concerning her or my hatred for her husband.

When she arrived at my door I had expected her to be in tears. On the phone she said he was leaving her and that she needed to talk to someone soon. But instead of emotions of any kind she walked in with an expression closer to that of a runway stripper, dropped the trench coat she was wearing and revealed a lacy full body lingerie complete with thigh-highs and garters. I was so shocked that when she fell to her knees in front of me and pushed her tits up to barely reveal the pink of nipple straining to get out, I didn?t do anything but drop my mouth in shock.

I looked down at her and she slowly began to unclasp the front of her outfit. The first button was nice and I assumed she would stop there revealing the reason for her sick joke. But then she went to the second button. Her breasts sprang inward causing more of a cleavage crevice to form. Then I caught her eyes. She was staring directly at me and not wavering even the slightest. There was no smile on hovering in teh corner of her deep browns, just an intensity that almost scared me. She knew what she wanted and for some reason, it was me.

Her eyes were heavily painted with eye liner and her dark raven hair was hanging loose at her shoulders, something she almost never did, preferring to keep it up or pulled back in a pony tail. It appeared to have a bounce and curl to it that only came from 'premeditative' work--as though for all of it she had spent a great deal of time primping her sexy body to get ready for this on my person. Around her neck I could see a strange collar that looked closely similar to a chain dog collar.

The second button now painstakingly removed from it's hole, her mouth formed a slight smile to one side and she her breasts up higher with her wrists, never releasing the front clasps from her grip. This was a woman who was prepared to fuck.