One in a Thousand

[NOTE: Quite a while back now, the number of people following me on Literotica crossed the 1,000 threshold. (As I submit this chapter, it stands at 1,142.) That amazes me and I'm happy that so many people derive some pleasure from my writing. To mark this milestone, I decided to publish a multi-part story that had been percolating in my mind, "One in a Thousand". This is the long-delayed seventh chapter. As always, remember that this is a work of fantasy; it portrays unsafe sexual practices. There's no need for people to point this out in comments. I think we can trust readers to know that fantasies are not blueprints for behavior. Comments are always appreciated (except for the hating ones!). --Cyanlot]

One in a Thousand

Chapter 7: My Weekend with Kiera--My Second Date

Kiera helped me get ready for my second date of the day. This was no small task. I needed to clean up from head to toe. I took a quick shower and went back into the bedroom. Kiera had picked out all new clothes for me. And her selections were a surprise.

Instead of lacey lingerie, she had picked women's jockey shorts and a sports bra. For a top, she'd laid out a crop top that hung loose at the bottom. And there were very tight, levi short-shorts, that were so short that when I put them on, the pockets stuck down below the legs.

Kiera re-did my makeup but with a very light touch, and she swapped out my wig for one with a short, dirty-blonde bob cut. Finally, she had me put on some crew socks and heavy looking boots with high heels--the kind some young women like to wear.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was surprised by how different I looked now. I wondered what was in store for me for this second date. Kiera was obviously dressing me for a different audience.

I didn't have long to wait. A knock on the hotel room door signaled my evening date. Kiera went to the door alone; I waited in the living room area. When Kiera came around the corner with my date, I was stunned.

It was awoman. Rachel was attractive enough, probably around 30-years-old, with shoulder-length brown hair and big brown eyes. She was fit, but certainly curvaceous.

The three of us sat down in the living room to talk. Kiera had already set out an open bottle of wine and glasses. But we'd just begun to talk when Rachel asked to use the bathroom. When she left, I had a chance to ask Kiera the questions that had been bubbling up in my consciousness since Rachel had first walked in.

"Awoman!?" I asked.

"Very observant, Erica," Kiera teased.

"I mean," I stammered, "I don't know how I'm supposed to handle this."

"Well, you need to learn to think on your feet--or knees, or back--whatever position you're in, Erica. But you're new to this so I'll fill you in on Rachel and that should give you an idea how to handle this."

I listened eagerly as Kiera gave me Rachel's backstory. Rachel had been married to a guy for a few years. Their relationship was sexually charged but ultimately they didn't have much else to connect them. When he got bored with the relationship, he began to be cruel to her emotionally. When the cruelty showed the first sign of physical manifestations, Rachel was out of there--quick divorce, clean break.

Rachel had a rebound relationship that changed her life. Sarah, a woman she knew from work helped her through the emotional turmoil that accompanies a break up, even when you know the break up is the right thing to do. Rachel knew that Sarah was a lesbian, but at first there was nothing even suggesting a budding romantic or sexual relationship.

Over the months, though, Rachel had come to have feelings for Sarah and Sarah confessed to Rachel that she had always been attracted to Rachel. So the supportive friend relationship turned into a romantic, sexual one. This was Rachel's first experience with another woman and, in most ways, it was a very good one. Rachel and Sarah were both happy with their relationship, but there was one problem for Rachel.

Rachel had met Kiera at a pride party that had people of all sexual orientations and identities. And Rachel learned that Kiera worked at Cross the Line. After the party, Rachel contacted Kiera and asked to meet her for a drink.

When they met, Rachel confessed to Kiera that, while she loved the emotional relationship with Sarah and she enjoyed the sex much more than she would have thought before she'd gotten involved with Sarah, she found herself missing the feeling of real cock. She began to fixate on this feeling of deprivation. The various toys, strapons and other dildos just didn't satisfy her hunger for a real cock.

Kiera asked Rachel if she was looking for a man to have an affair with and she was surprised by the answer. Rachel told her that she'd given up on men. She now thinks that she was always a lesbian at heart; she'd just suppressed the feelings and tried to fit into the binary heterosexual gender paradigm. Knowing what she did about Rachel now, Kiera suspected that Rachel's plan was to proposition Kiera for sex. What better solution: a girl with a cock.

But Kiera had another plan, one she pitched to Rachel and Rachel decided to accept.Iwas that plan.

When Kiera had explained all of this, she said, "Now, do you think you know how to handle this? Just be a girl with a cock!" She chuckled and put her hand on my crotch. "I think you've got this. And If I'm a good judge of these things, I think you can count on Rachel giving you plenty of guidance."

Not surprisingly, I guess, Kiera was a good judge of these things. When Rachel and I were alone in the room, she took the lead. She pushed me down on the bed and lay mostly on top of me. She kissed me, more forcefully and aggressively than I'd ever been kissed. She fondled my "breasts", which I couldn't feel of course, except for the force transmitted through my breast forms.

Very quickly, though, her hand made its way to my crotch, where she massaged my cock through my Levi short-shorts. She knew what she wanted and she was going after it forcefully. I had never felt such intense and immediate desire for my cock. No woman I'd been with as a man had ever shown such ardor. I was more than okay with Rachel's passion. This made my job easy and, more importantly, enjoyable. I--or, more accurately, my cock--was an object of desire by a woman who had no reservations about satisfying her desire.

In no time, Rachel had gotten my cock engorged and, with a little help from her hand, it was now sticking out the leg holes of my panties and my short shorts. Her soft, though not entirely gentle, hands felt terrific massaging my cock. She sat up on the bed and, for a moment, just admired my cock, or maybe she was admiring her work on it which was on full display.

Rachel had me sit up so she could pull off my top. She left my sports bra on, probably because removing it would make it more obvious that I wasn't a chick with a dick. At least that's what I suspected given her current aversion to men. (Her aversion didn't extend to every part of a man's body, of course.)

She unfastened my shorts and pulled them down and off, leaving my now withering dick hanging out the side of my panties. She gently tucked my cock back into my girl jockeys and gave me a soft pat. I wasn't sure why things were going in this direction. I worried for a few moments that perhaps Rachel was into a "tease and frustrate" scene. Maybe her aversion to men had led her to take pleasure in frustrating cocks. But I soon learned that Rachel was just keen on drawing this out and wanted to make sure she didn't exhaust me too quickly.

Rachel lay down next to me and gently ran her fingers lightly over my now-hairless body. The sensation of her nails caressing my smooth, sensitive thighs and abdomen made my cock rise again, tenting my panties. She moved down a bit and began kissing my torso as she moved ever closer to my crotch. I'm guessing she would have liked to start by sucking on my breasts but, again, didn't want to ruin the "chick with a dick" image.

When her mouth zeroed in on my crotch, Rachel didn't pull down my panties to get access. Instead, she kissed my cock through my panties and, then, blew her warm breath through them, causing an incredible wave of pleasure to course through my body and my panties to be stretched to the limit.

Rachel sat up again and began slowly--excruciatingly slowly--easing my panties down. I raised my hips up hoping to speed her along but she continued to move at a pace of her choosing.

When the waistband of my panties finally allowed it, my cock sprang up hard, slapping my abdomen. Rachel stopped for a moment, her eyes nailed to my hard cock, then she continued to pull my panties and my short shorts completely off.

Running her fingernails up the inside of my thigh, she returned her attention back to my cock. When her face was just inches from my cock, she spoke for almost the first time in our session.

"Nice!" was all she said.

She put her thumbs under my ball sack and gently pushed them forward. She nuzzled her face against my balls and then began mouthing one ball and then the other. This was pleasurable, of course, but truth to tell, I really just wanted her to work her tongue and lips up to my cockhead. She did that, but only after teasing me with her tongue on the inside of my thighs and around my ball sack.

When Rachel began to move her tongue up from my scrotum to the base of my shaft, my cock twitched with excitement. I wanted to grab her head and force my cock deep into her mouth, but I knew that this had to be Rachel's show. I was just a character--maybe just a prop--in her play.

Finally, I felt her tongue begin a slow journey up the underside of my aching shaft. I twitched several times as she teased me this way. Each time, Rachel pulled back, seemingly to admire her work. I wondered whether what she really missed about a real cock was the power she could exert over it. She certainly seemed enthralled with that power.

Pulling back from my hard cock, Rachel watched me writhe in almost painful anticipation. Then she brought her mouth down on my cock quickly, taking me deep. My cock hit the back of her throat and she forced her mouth down harder, taking my cock into her throat.

I was in heaven. Or, at least, I thought I was. Soon I would find that this was only close to heaven. Rachel's ministrations on my cock would take me even higher.

It wasn't a steady climb up, though. Rachel may not have been in control of a real cock for some time, but she'd certainly not forgotten anything about keeping a cock on teetering on the edge of exploding without letting it go over the edge. Every time I felt the impending sense of inevitability, Rachel would back off and let me simmer in my sexual stew.

I don't think this had anything to do with a desire to frustrate or control me. In fact, I don't think Rachel gave a thought to my pleasure or my frustration. Her motivation was different. She'd paid for this session with a real cock and she was bound and determined to get her money's worth.

After Rachel had let me cool off for a bit, she teased me with her tongue again until I was rigid with excitement. Then she attacked my rigid shaft with an intensity I'd never experienced before. When I'd had my cock sucked before, the person doing it was doing it to make me feel good. I'm sure that it often gave them pleasure, too, but their pleasure was based on the pleasure they were causing me. I knew that well. When I sucked Kiera's cock, for example, I enjoyed it. But I enjoyed it precisely because I was causing her such intense pleasure. But, like I said, I don't think Rachel gave a moment's thought to what I was experiencing. She wanted to feel, and taste, and smell a hard cock filling her mouth.

I decided that I liked this. Her hunger for my cock was raw and feral and completely selfish.

This went on for some time with Rachel bringing me to the edge, only to put me into a forced cooling off period. But eventually, Rachel decided to move on. She climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my rod--not gently or gradually. No. She lined up my cock with her wet cunt lips and thrust her body down onto my shaft in one, forceful motion.

I was awash in a tsunami of pleasure, which only intensified as Rachel began to move up and down on my cock. It felt to me as if the hunger of her mouth was, if anything, exceeded by the hunger of her cunt. Rachel seemed to want to feel my cock penetrate her at every angle possible. Sometimes those angles caused me some discomfort, something Rachel appeared oblivious to.

For a while, it seemed Rachel was still into the "keep that cock hard and on the edge, but don't let it go over the edge" mode. As I would begin the climb to an orgasm, she would stop her motion, sometimes pulling off completely, for a few moments until I had backed away from my climax. I was beginning to worry that I wasn't going to be able to cum at all--not because Rachel wouldn't allow it but because, when she finally did, I just wasn't able to because my body had been frustrated so many times.

I was wrong to worry about that. When Rachel's seemingly unquenchable thirst for sucking and fucking my cock was finally quenched, she set about bouncing on my cock with a steady, but slowly increasing rhythm. And, then, for only the second time during our session, she spoke. Well, more than spoke. She began pleading, though maybe, given the power dynamics in play, it was more of a command than a plea.

"Cum in my cunt!. I want you to fill me with you cum ... explode in my pussy!"

I can't cum on command, of course. But it turns out I can cum immediately after being commanded when a beautiful woman has been sucking and fucking me for a long time.

I roared and thrust my hips up violently as I shot jet after jet of cum in Rachel's hungry cunt. After lingering on or near the edge for so long, it was incredibly pleasurable to finally launch off from that precipice. I thrust and spasmed, shooting my load deeply in Rachel's pussy. And then I sort of crashed, physically and emotionally.

As I lay there in my post-coital stupor, I felt Rachel gently grinding her crotch on my softening cock. I realized that I was so caught up in my own sexual fervor that I hadn't noticed whether Rachel had climaxed or not. If she was planning on more fucking, she was going to be sorely disappointed. Though it felt like I'd need a week to recover, I knew that wasn't true. Still, she'd be out of luck with my cock for a couple of hours at least.

But Rachel had other plans. While I didn't know whether she'd orgasmed while we were fucking, I soon learned that she wanted more, but not more fucking.

Rachel pulled off my cock and immediately climbed up to position her now sloppy cunt over my mouth.

"Lick me!" And she pulled my head up so that I didn't really have much choice in the matter. Not that I would have chosen not to. I understood the role I was in here. And I was way past the "eewww, I don't want to taste cum" phase. Kiera had led me to cross that line long ago and it was, now, well in the distance. This was different, though.

Copious quantities of my cum were dripping from her wet, swollen cunt lips. The taste was a fusion of cum and cunt juices. As I had a chance to consider the taste, I decided that it was a nice improvement over the taste of pure cum. So, what began as following Rachel's command, quickly morphed into satisfying my own appetite.

"Oh, yeah! Get it all. Suck out all that cum from my cunt." I wondered whether this was part of Rachel's past experiences with her husband or a fantasy that she'd never been able to play out before this. Didn't really matter though. I was complying with her instructions even though the instructions really made no difference. It was like throwing a steak to a hungry dog and commanding it to "Eat!".

When I'd licked her cunt lips clean and swallowed all the cum that would drop from her cunt, I began flicking my tongue across her clitoris. This got such an intense and immediate reaction that I began to focus on her clitoris in earnest.

I always loved it when a woman's clitoris got really hard and engorged. I imagined that she was feeling something like we guys feel when our cocks are stimulated. And Rachel's clit was definitely getting hard and engorged. She began moaning and writhing with pleasure.

Pleasure feeds pleasure of course. My cock was in no condition to rise now but in every other way, licking Rachel's clitoris was provoking excitement in me. Not as much, I could tell, as it was in her, though.

Her writhing accelerated and she began moaning loudly. It was clear she was nearing an orgasm--clearer still when she grabbed my hair and crushed my face into her cunt. Now I wasn't so much ministering to her clitoris as she was using my lips and tongue to masturbate to an orgasm.

And an orgasm she had. It was long and violent. And it was wet!

I'd never been with a woman who squirted. To call what Rachel did "squirting" was like calling the output of a firehose a dribble. Significant quantities of vaginal juices shot out onto my face and into my mouth with force.

When Rachel's orgasm subsided, she collapsed on top of me. I had to push her aside a little to be able to breathe.

I was a mess but I was still exhausted from my own orgasm and I just lay there in the wetness that Rachel's cunt had produced.

After Rachel left, Kiera came into the room.

"With all the sounds I was hearing from the living room, I expected to see something dramatic here. But ... Wow! It looks like you two had a really good time."

I just lay there without responding.

"Come on, Erica. You're a mess. Let's get you cleaned up."

On the way to the bathroom, Kiera let me know that Rachel was "completely satisfied" with the service I provided. She added, "You're making me proud." I was surprised by how much satisfaction I felt hearing that from Kiera.

We spent a quiet and intimate night together. I fell asleep wondering what Kiera had in store for me for tomorrow. I was sure that there would be things I hadn't thought to expect. But I trusted Kiera completely.