Cypris Hotel and Suites 09: I-70

Ian grunted loudly as his cock forcibly ejected his seed into her anal cavity. She could feel his hot cum better in her ass than her womb and between his loud expressions of satisfaction and his fiery cream filling her ass, her climax reached a new, more intense peak. She screamed her satisfaction at the blank wall as he grunted, huffed and puffed through his.

When his spasms were done, he held her hips to his keeping his slowly deflating cock inside her ass as long as possible. She returned to resting her head on her arms on the back of the stool trying to catch her breath as she savored feeling her ass still open and filled with his manhood.

"You are the perfect woman for me Iris," Ian lamented, "I missed you so much before we ever met..."

Iris smiled as she slowly said, "Ian... I didn't know how much I needed you until I needed you..."

The couple slowly recovered and Ian gently caressed, massaged and scratched her back before he pulled out. She rested for a moment and he admired her slowly closing pink flower before she slid off the bar stool.

Iris was a little unsteady on her blood starved legs as she turned around. Ian wrapped his arms around her holding her up. The couple embraced each other until their bodies began to sway next to the other in rhythm with the tender love song reaching out to their hearts from Ian's phone.

When the song of lost love faded into the next song, the couple kissed one more time before they separated and gathered their things.

After a quick shower together in the employee locker room, the pair entered the hotel restaurant and the hostess recognized them. She waved at them to follow her as she grabbed a couple of menus. The three of them chatted for a moment at their table before the hostess had to run help new customers.

Iris knew what she wanted and she enjoyed a contented awareness when she realized Ian's flesh and fluids were not what she was hungry for. Iris lowered her menu and turned toward her companion saying, "Ian..."

Ian dropped his menu and jokingly replied, "Yes... Slave?"

Iris shook her head with confidence as she replied, "No... not right now... I'm not your slave and I'm not a slave to the Venusfloxior either, at least not right now..."

Ian tilted his head slightly as his smile changed to one of concern, but Iris continued to stare at him with confident contentment as she caressed his arm saying, "Ian... since... you know... then... I've gotten use to knowing when I need you and when I really need you..."

She continued to admire his concerned eyes as she said, "I also know when I'm... in-between. There's a point where my body and brain are not craving you. It's usually about thirty minutes to an hour after we... exchange fluids..." she smirked.

Ian nodded as he replied quietly saying, "Its call the 'satisfaction gap' in the medical journals I read..."

She continued to caress his arm and smiled gently as she tried to kiss his eyes with hers before she said, "That's as good a description as any... I am completely satisfied and I don't feel even the slightest influence on me... I have an awareness... that I am not being manipulated or affected by the changes my body when through... Ian... before it... you, starts to affect me again... I want you to know..."

She moved herself closer and caressed the back of his head as she kissed his cheek before continuing, "I need you to know that you, that drug and what we have together is the best thing that has ever happened to me and... even when I know the Venusfloxior is not affecting me... I..."

Iris paused as she enjoyed his worried eyes before announcing with confidence, "Ian, I love you and if they ever come up with a way to cure me of my addiction to you... I don't want it... I want this... what we have and what we have become for and to each other."

She got up on her knees in the booth, took his head into her hands and looked down into his eyes as she said, "I love you Ian and the feeling is even stronger and more real to me now than when my body is craving yours... It's so genuine... my love for you... it almost feels physical... my body wanting to reach out to you... and I don't mean sexually..."

Ian sighed and turned to kiss the palm of her hand. He then reached up and pulled her close as he kissed her. One of glasses of water fell and spilled off the far edge the table. Neither one of them reacted as they continued to kiss.

He released her but held her close, smiling happiness as he said, "Iris, I discovered some time ago how much I needed you in my life and how much I love you. I'm sorry it took a drug like Venusfloxior to bond you to me... but I am so glad it did and so happy you picked me... I do love you and I need you as much as you need me... and I don't want a thing to change between us... you are my dream girl... my perfect, slutty, kinky, sexually affectionate, sexually willing, beautiful, intelligent, caring, soul mate that I want to spend the rest of my life with."

She kissed him again from above as she stood on her knees. Their kiss ended with a loud smack before she sat back down staring across the restaurant.

Iris suddenly started to cry and Ian caressed her face as he asked with serious concern, "Why are you crying? We love each other and nothing is going to change that... you should be happy... very happy...what's wrong?"

"Every time," she mumbled, "... every time I'm happy something goes wrong... something is about to go really bad for me... for us... I just know it..."

Ian tried to comfort her, but it was not helping. Her fears were starting to overtake her. She started to tremble and her hand was visibly shaking as she reached for the fallen glass. Ian took a chance and told her firmly, "Slave... Stop!"

She turned to him, as she turned the glass upright, and stared into his eyes as he continued, "You will focus your attention on me and the here and now. Do you understand... Slave..."

She nodded and he said, "Good. Now; Until our food arrives, you will stimulate yourself with one hand and caress my cock with the other... and you will not worry about our future together... just focus on doing what your Master tells you."

Iris wiped her eyes with her napkin and quietly said, "Thank you Master," before her hands disappeared under the table.

Ian held his menu up for the two of them to look at with one hand as his other reached around, behind her neck. He pulled her closer to him as he snaked toward her breast.

Ian played with her nipple and massaged her breast and she pinched and pulled at the tip of his limp penis as the two of them reviewed the menu.

Iris eventually calmed down with the help of the distractions Ian had forced on her. By the time the waitress arrived she was back to her normal self.

The pair ordered dinner and enjoyed each other's company as they always did. They rode a roller coaster of excitement as they watched the Royals and Rockies baseball game playing on the TV. In between innings, they both complained about various player's inadequate skills or their lazy errors.

"That drive duplication should be done by now. After dinner we can set it up and it should not take us too long to get that last station swapped out." Ian said during the seventh inning stretch.

"Lover, I'm due for my birth control shot. Is that something we can do tomorrow during our drive to your parents' house?" Iris asked.

Ian replied, "Sure. We can stop at any pharmacy and take care of it right?"

Iris nodded and replied after chewing her food saying, "I just need them to sign my log book..."

A look of concern crossed her face a she looked at him saying, "Ian... The paperwork says I'm also supposed to wait four hours after we... enjoy each other... that's kind of pushing my limits you know."

Ian finished his mouthful and replied as he watched the Royals run around the bases, "So... we take care of each other in the morning, set a timer and whatever city we're closest too, we stop and take care of it... Does that work?"

Iris nodded and mumbled "Um Hmmm" as she took the last bite of her food.

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Ian woke as he had been for the past several weeks, with Iris' warm naked flesh resting on top of his chest. Together they had discovered that Iris could normally go without Ian for about four hours.

Today was going to be an interesting test for them if they were not near a town or a pharmacy at just the right time.

Once, Ian pushed her to four and a half hours and was rewarded with her releasing animalist sex monster that he never would have thought possible from such a small woman.

During her fourth hour, her anxieties started to take over, her hands would tremble, her perspiration increased dramatically to the point she was sweating from every pore as she became increasingly obsessed with Ian's wanting to kiss or lick every part of him.

Ian had a perverse smile on his face as he remembered watching her struggle against the bindings holding her to the bed as she begged to lick his balls or arm pits.

During what he considered an endurance test, he really liked to see and hear her begging for his sex, but, he also found her greatest fear. When he pushed her to that point, she also could not lie to him; in fact she tended to be brutally honest when she was tied up and starved for his body.

Iris had lost all commonsense and decorum as she promised to do anything he wanted as long as she got what she needed from him.

When she started to cry out, somewhat incoherently, telling him her skin was on fire. That was when he ended his and ejaculated into her pleading mouth. Even as he untied her she struggled to rub her sweat covered body to his and sexually assaulted his sensed in ways she never had before.

After she recovered from the release of her sexual animal and had put it back into it's cage, she shared with him how fearful she was of going through those kinds of withdraws again.

Ian viewed that session as just a way to learn her limits, understand her withdrawal symptoms. He simply wanted to see what would happen, but afterwards he understood just how painful the experience was for her, and how it seemed to bring back traumatic memories she didn't want to share with him.

Ian held her close and promised her he would never do that to her again, at least not on purpose. Since then, almost like clockwork, they shared each other sexual affections at every couple of hours during the day. They had also discovered, that if she slept on top of him, or he on top of her, or if they spooned closed enough, there was enough fluid exchange to allow them both a good seven hours of sleep... on occasion.

Ian was a morning person. Iris had become one out of necessity, and not voluntarily. When he was younger and alone, Ian's sexual desires usually flared up just before the break of dawn. His morning wood used to wake him and he would take care of himself then go back to sleep, but now...

Now... he had Iris. She too had become accustom to waking to the pressure of his hard erection poking her soft flesh. This morning, like most mornings, she slowly wiggled her body on top of his until she felt his strongest, hardest erection of the day at the opening to her womanhood.

Her eyes smiled down at Ian's eager expression as she held herself up over his chest, slowly sliding herself down his hips as he penetrated her.

When he was fully inserted inside her, she lowered her face to his and the lovers kissed as Iris moved her pelvis around his penis inside her.

Her arms worked their way underneath him as his coiled around her. The two held each other close pressing her breast to his chest as Iris continued to squirm on his erection> Ian intertwined his lower legs with hers and instinctively thrust into her with an gradual purposeful rhythm.

Iris came first, and as usual, her morning climax was more of a slow burn. Her body would stiffen for a moment and she would suck hard on his tongue or she expressed her satisfaction with a series of quiet whimpers or gentle pants into his mouth as they kissed.

After her first climax she was more awake and aware and she increased her hip action as her need for his fluids started to express itself. She increased her speed and forcefulness seeking his release and her relief.

His cock was normally it's hardest and thickest this early in the morning and she really enjoyed how his cock filled her and felt inside her. She pressed her face to his a little tighter and forced his cock into her a little deeper as she climaxed again.

This time her grunting cry into his mouth, and the simple warmth of her flesh pressed to his allowed him to relax and give her what she needed from him.

He grunted quietly into her mouth and their hot panting breaths were passed back and forth between the two lovers as they both climaxed. He enjoyed feeling his cock pulsating as it spewed his creamy fluid inside her.

Iris felt a unique oneness with Ian when they both climaxed at the same time; almost as if their bodies temporarily merged.

Ian tightened his grip around her body, pulling her closer as his penis thrust deeper inside her filling her with his largest load of the day. Iris' body shuttered and her euphoric climax expanded comfortably though her body leaving the hairs on her arms standing almost straight up.

Her face slid off his landing on his neck as her slow panting faded to a quiet sleep. Ian too, faded back to sleep, while keeping himself inside her and holding her resting body to his.

"Iris, you are the perfect woman for me... you really are my dream girl" he thought to himself, "You are so smart, attractive, caring and so easy for me to talk too. I've shared things with you that I've never shared with anyone. I'm so thankful you are part of my life..."

Ian kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear, "I really do love you... and need you..." before he too drifted off to sleep again.

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The alarm on Ian's phone woke the couple abruptly. She was still resting on top of him. Iris gave Ian a quick peck on his lips as she reached behind her throwing the sheets off them before sliding off his body.

Ian smiled and reached up to caress her inviting ass saying, "Good morning..."

She pushed his hand away, "Good morning to you too lover... but no touchy today... not until I get my shot..."

She turned around and bit her lower lip as she stared at his naked body laying before her.

As she looked him over she mumbled, "God I want you..."

Iris fought an internal battle and won as she ran off saying, "Feel free to take care of yourself... I understand... I need a shower... ALONE..."

Ian smirk turned into a smile. He reached over and reset the alarm on his phone and started a timer to track how long she had been without him.

Ian turned on the TV and listened to her flush the toilet before she turn the shower on.

He watched an amateur orgy on the hotel's porn channel and satisfied himself while she showered.

She was wrapped in towels from head to toe when she emerged from the bathroom. She said, "Ok... your turn... just don't touch me..."

She stared hungrily at the glob of his cum oozing down his stomach as he walked past her into the rest room.

"You did that on purpose didn't you?" Iris chided.

He turn around so she could see the glob sliding down to his groin saying, "Yep."

"You sadistic perv..." She replied as she watched him walk backwards into the bathroom.

Iris took a deep breath and repressed her desires as she dried off and put on some clothes. She was unaware that she had selected the same outfit she was wearing the night they met and bonded. The only difference was the blouse she was wearing.

The night they met she had a long sleeve solid white blouse, this one was a short sleeve and transparently sheer allowing her unrestrained breasts to move about freely and rather visibly.

She put on her thigh high white stockings before her mid-thigh denim skirt. After adjusting it from side to side making it comfortable on her hips, she lifted her skirt and rubbed her panty-less groin smiling as she looked between her own legs in the mirror.

She forced herself to stop playing with herself then find and strapped on her favorite red stiletto high heeled shoes.

She then locked the clasp on her collar before she looked herself over in the mirrored closet doors again. Years ago she would have looked like a woman of the night based on what she was wearing, especially going panty less and how her tall high heeled shoes push her ass up and out.

Today, what she was wearing was considered rather conservative at best as it covered or hit most of her body.

She turned around admiring the way her high heels toned her legs and pushed out her ass. "If he's going to tempt me, I'm going to tempt him just as much," she said to herself.

Just then, Ian walked naked out of the bathroom and admired her admiring herself saying, "You are just as beautiful with your clothes on as you are with them off."

She closed her eyes trying to avoid temptation as she said, "It's the only set of clothes that covers almost all of my skin. Remember, you can't touch me until I get my shot... Please put some clothes on so we can leave... the sooner we leave... the sooner I can get my shot and the sooner I can have you again."

Ian consciously pulled his hand back as it unconsciously reached to caress her ass. She kept her back to him as he found some clothes to wear and covered himself up.

She stepped into the bathroom with her make up bag as he pulled on some loose fitting jeans and a button down short sleeve shirt. His nerd look was was completed with a pair of white slip on tennis shoes.

With the news playing on the TV in the background they packed their bags quietly. Ian finished first and used his phone to plan their route. He estimated where he expected them to be on I-70 when her four hour timeframe ended.

He held up his phone for her to see as he said, "We should be in a small town called Burlington, just this side of the Kanas border when you're due for your shot. Maybe we can have lunch there too."

She nodded as she packed her makeup back, secretly worrying about what she was about to endure during their trip as he moved their suitcases to the door.

The couple checked out of the hotel and stopped briefly about fifteen minutes later to top off the car's gas tank and pick up some fast food for breakfast. As Ian filled up the tank, Iris setup their speedy breakfast so they could eat while driving. She then took a moment to enjoy the majestic scenery of the snowcapped mountains they were leaving behind.

They ate breakfast in the car and after that the two listened to music, talked about movies they'd like the other to watch with them and their favorite TV shows.

The conversation switched to Klingon briefly. Ian was much more fluent than Iris was, but he was very impressed with her trivial knowledge about the show.

As their trip progressed, they munched on snacks and talked about everything from worldwide disarmament to the loss of Ian's best friend to alcoholism. Iris commented on how much she loved seeing the green trees as they came off the mountain as compared to the desert she grew up with in Nevada.

Even after Denver she was enthralled by the endless green fields and cloud filled sky stretching from one side of their world to the other.

About hour three Iris was starting to feel her hunger for Ian. Normally a long kiss or just a taste of his pre-cum would calm her jitters for a little while, but she knew she was stuck going cold turkey until she got her mandatory birth control injection.

Iris reached behind her and found the blanket they had brought with them. She covered herself and Ian listened as she massaged her clit under the blanket with the small vibrator she always kept in her purse. He liked watching, and hearing, her satisfy herself. Her small, briefly rewarding, climax under the blanket was no different from her other self-induced satisfaction demonstrations she had provided him in the past.