Hear hEr Roar

Prologue

Mr. Adams and all three children were off to the cabin for the weekend. Mona had the perfect excuse to stay back in the city - a seminar at the convention center the following day. This weekend was a weekend that she had been planning for the last four months, planned around her days, her desires, her unfulfilled needs. But that was just a cover for her true intentions.

Wishing them a great weekend Mona closes the door softly and stands in front of the foyer full height mirror, her eyes nervously examining every inch of her body. She had been waiting for this night for months, planning and preparing for her ultimate goal - sexual liberation. It has been years since she felt remotely satisfied with her husband as a sexual partner. T, the few times she had tried to seek pleasure outside her marriage were haphazard and unplanned. Tonight was different. Tonight she was going to challenge traditional codes of behavior and take control of her own pleasure, tonight she was going to break through the glass ceiling of pleasure.

As she closed the door behind her family, who were off to their cabin for the weekend, Mona couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She had the perfect excuse to stay back in the city - a seminar the following day. But that was just a cover for her true intentions.

Mona had spent weeks mentally and physically preparing for this night. She exercised daily and focused on getting herself in the right mindset. She was determined to ensure that her vagina tasted how it was supposed to. The addition to the family's diet of items like pineapple, yogurt, ginger tea, celery and lemon went unnoticed through the introduction of new dishes. Her days were meticulously planned, with strange scribbles filling her family diary and a focus on what she ate and how she tasted. Today's date had house with a glass ceiling scribbled in it, a date strategically picked with Mona's monthly cycle in mind to avoid any conflicts and disruptions.And then there was her outfit, chosen with great care and secrecy, hidden away until this moment - a high slit plaid mini skirt, a black scoop neck bodysuit, and her black lace lingerie all laid out on her bed. Mona couldn't help but bite her lip in anticipation. However, before she could slip into her carefully selected ensemble, she knew she needed to cleanse and pamper herself.

For the shower she had a mental checklist, something she has been rehearsing for the last month; clean behind her ears, her forbidden entrance, and her vulva inside and out. Shaving her legs, ladyscaping with an elegant landing strip made her want to touch her self even more; restraint After drying herself, she even put a finger there just to make sure she tasted good, this slight insertion reminded her how much she wanted more; restraint she reminds her self. Covering her whole body with lotion and her vulva with coconut oil came next. Olfactory was the first gate her escapades would pass through, she wanted to make it as inviting and irresistible.

It is around 7pm and with an hour or two ahead of downtime she decides to make her self one more cup of ginger tee. Dressed in her cotton bathroom, cup in hand her minds starts to wander watching the night traffic below, purposefully she takes the hair tie from her arm and starts putting her hair in a tight, very tight ponytail, loose hair is the last thing she wants during her escapades. A little tug convinces her that her hair is going to stay where it needs, she smiles content and hungry.

Relieving her self from the ginger tea and and any remaining contents in her body from her weeklong fasting was one of the last items in her agenda. The handheld bidet, one of her latest acquisitions, provided a much needed cleansing. Her newly developed ability to control her labia and her anus gave the water spray a clear path to the areas that needed cleansing. Drying her self, opening the secret compartment in her drawer, retrieving her stainless studded butt plug, the coconut oil, slowly pushing, relaxing her sphincter, breaching, accepting the metal bulge, she is ready.

Laid out on her bed, the layers of clothing and her open toe scandals did the exact opposite of covering her. Every layer of clothing she put on made her feel even more beautiful, more inviting, more naked. Sliding her black lace biking briefs up her silky smooth thighs she felt beautiful. The black scoop neck bodysuit let the imagination run wild. Her open toe, chunky heal scandals competed her outfit stripping any doubts as to her sensuality from anyone that might look. In her outfit she felt totally ready, totally beautifully, totally naked.

"If I want you I will have you"

The bar she had chosen was downtown, a place her girlfriends had raved about. It was dimly lit, with low volume jazz music playing in the background. The perfect atmosphere for her performance. She had heard they had a great selection of wines and especially her favorite type - pinot grigio.

Chapter 1: Introduction to Self and Liberation

Mona steped into the dimly lit bar, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement brewing inside of her. A seat at the crowded bar counter waiting for her. With a sigh of relief she settles into the high leather lined stool and orders a deep red pinot grigio. Red is the color for the night, intoxicating, alluring irresistible. Looking around the bar, she notices the seductive red lighting bouncing off the exposed brick walls and the slow jazz music serenading the crowd. Her heart begins to tune in as she takes a slow sip of her drink.

Her hand runs over the bottom hem of her pleaded skirt, she feels her thighs, smooth, charged, ready to be touched, ready to seduce. As if having an outer body experience, she feels her own touch arousing her. This skirt, not just a fashion statement, serving another planned purpose - maximum access to her body for pleasure, her own pleasure. She shifts in her seat, feeling the pressure of her studded plug, the fires of desire inside her starting to silently grow.

Chapter 2: A Thirst for Self-Pleasure

Mona takes a deep breath as she locks eyes with the reflection of herself in the polished surface of the bar counter. She feels a sudden surge of arousal come over her as she lets her hand embark on a journey to discover her, again. She starts tracing the edges of her skirt, to caress her inner thigh, making her way up to her waist. Her breasts start to feel heavy and sensitive under her tight body suit, begging to be touched and adored.

Mona's fingers begin to trace over her bra, the lace fabric sending shivers through her body. She feels her nipples harden under her touch, a sign of her body's readiness for pleasure. As her hand drops from her chest to her stomach, she can almost smell the sweet wetness between her thighs growing, calling for her touch. This only excites her more.

Undeterred by the buzzing energy of the bar around her, Mona slips her hand down past her panties. She can't help but moan gently as she feels her fingers press against her clit, already slick with her own arousal. Closing her eyes, she lets out a gasp as she starts to rub small circles, increasing the pressure and speed with each passing second.

Her fingers occasionally slide to her outer labia, pushing her lips apart only to find her welcoming wetness. Excited her fingers brings her wetness back to her clitoris, rubbing and flicking in the rhythm of the music until she can feel the familiar wave of orgasm building up inside of her. With one hand between her legs, and the other gripping the edge of the bar, Mona reaches her peak, letting out a gasp as wave after wave of pleasure overtakes her body. As she orgasms she pushes her two fingers past her outer labia, her inner labia and reach her canal, she feels her grool flowing onto her fingers, soaking the crotch of her panties, staining the bar stool.

Chapter 3: A Thirst for Different Flavors

After taking a moment to compose herself, Mona slips her hand out from under her skirt and takes a sip of her drink. As she looks around the room, her eyes instantly lock onto someone in the corner. Confidently, she strides over to him, the alcohol fueling her boldness, sharpening her focus. The two of them lock eyes, and without a word, they head towards a secluded area of the bar.

As they kiss fervently, Mona can taste a slight hint of whiskey on the man's lips. She lets her hands roam freely over his body, marveling at the softness of his skin. Still reeling from her recent self-pleasure, she slides a hand down and starts to stroke his hardness through his jeans. With a smirk on her face, she unzips his pants and slips her hand inside, her fingers wrapping around him and starting to move back and forth in a slow, teasing rhythm. Every stroke she feels his cock pulsing harder in her hand, every stroke making her want it more, inside her.

Feeling his breath hitch in his throat, Mona pulls away and turns around, bending over slightly and exposing her wet panties to him. She can feel his eyes on her as she slowly parts them to the side, her juices on her slit glistening in the low light. The man leans in and starts to kiss and lick at her folds, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

He pushes his face into her private area, his lips and tongue continue finding all the sensitive spots hidden by Mona's folds. Mona hits her second orgasm, clenching at whatever her free hand could grasp, labia contracting to the waves of pleasure she is letting herselfher self ride. After she comes back from her high she opens her eyes, pushes him against the wall and proceeds to jerk him off. With a low growl, he releases onto her hand. She quickly brings it to her mouth, licking and sucking off his cum with a smile on her face. She takes a sip of her drink, savoring the combination of flavors on her tongue and heads back to her seat.

Chapter 4: A Thirst for Multiple Partners

With her inhibitions peeled layer after layer, Mona moves on to her next partner. Unapologetically she leads him to the bathroom, the excitement of the forbidden fuelling her passion. With the door closed behind them, Mona leans against the cold tiles, pulls the man against her body, feeling his hardness pressed against her pelvic area. He pushes her skirt up and slides his hand down to her panties, feeling the wetness that is now soaking her, her scent raching both of them, sweet, musky, a vagina, wanting..

He doesn't hesitate to push his fingers inside of her, thrusting in and out with urgency. Mona's body moves in sync with his, her hips circling as she brings herself closer to another orgasm. The coolness of the tiles on her back heightens her senses, and she can feel her climax building at a rapid pace.

Seconds before she can reach her peak, the door bursts open and another man walks in. Instead of feeling panicked, Mona feels a wave of desire wash over her. She suddenly craves the feeling of being taken by multiple partners, of being used for their pleasure and her own. With a devilish grin, she invites him to join in on the fun. Before she can finish her sentence, the man has already stepped forward, pushing his jeans down and revealing his hard length. Mona eagerly bends and takes him into her mouth, savoring the taste of his precum as she bobs her head back and forth. Her partner now from behind her continues to thrust his fingers in and out of her, his pace increasing with each passing moment.

Just as Mona feels herself on the brink of orgasm, that very moment Mona's lips and tongue feel the man's cock begin to harden. Not long after his cum hits her palette the back of her throat, a cum trail connecting the tip of his cock with the back of her throat as he slowly pulls out. She can feel her own orgasm building up, and with a loud cry, she comes undone, her body shaking and quivering with pleasure, contracting around the partner's fingers.

As she catches her breath, Mona looks at the two men in front of her, both spent and satisfied. She can feel the wetness between her legs and the cum on her tongue, a reminder of the pleasure she has just experienced. With a smirk on her face, she straightens her self, adjusts her skirt and bodysuit. With a sense of satisfaction, she opens the door and enters the bar, alone and searching, again. She needs more.

Chapter 5: "Satisfaction From the Forbidden"

With each encounter, Mona feels more and more free, liberated and powerful. As she moves towards her next partner, her attire now slightly disheveled, tightening her pony tail, she can feel the diamond shaped base of the plug between her cheeks. She knows what she wants now - pure, raw satisfaction in one of the most forbidden acts in her husband's world- anal sex. With a confidence reserved for the brave and the daring, Mona leads the man to a dark alleyway behind the bar. They embrace hungrily, their tongues battling for temporary dominance. And when Mona reaches down and slides her hand along his crotch, finding his cock refreshingly hard and alive, she feels her excitement building up again.

With a smirk, she pulls away and turns around, facing the brick wall, resting her one hand on the cool brink. With her other hand, she pulls her mini skirt, parts her panties to the side, reveals the studded plug. In the silence of her heartbeat Mona trembles with anticipation, she opens her legs a little further and pushes her hips back, the diamond base of her plug a welcoming beacon to her forbidden portal.

The man can't resist the sight and he bends down to kiss the cheeks the protruding plug's base points to. Mona lets out a moan as she feels the sensation of cool saliva hitting the space between her cheeks dripping towards the studded base of her stainless plug. Then, with a slow continuous motion, he pulls the plug out, causing her to gasp and bite her lips. Mona reaches behind and takes the plug and hurriedly puts it into her purse. Breathless he rubs his cock against her pulsing gaping entrance, teasing. She feels his hardness pressing against her forbidden portal. Her sphincter not letting in, enjoying the tension, the pressure. before finally pushing into her.

It is her, Mona, that will decide when she will let him in. In waves she stats to open up her anus, a little bit at a time. Every time he pulls away to marvel at her perfectly rounded derriere he can see her opening up a little more until she decides to take him in. She pushes back, pain, and pleasure overflowing her, she gasps again, the tightness and fullness of the man inside her making her body shake. The feeling is overwhelming, what Mona has been craving for so long she is discovering, a thrust at a time. With every thrust, she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the ecstasy building up inside of her.

With a final thrust, the man hits her spot and Mona's body convulses with pleasure. She lets out a loud moan, her release finally coming as she falls against the wall. The man, still inside of her, she can feel his release too. They stand there, panting and gasping for air, the illicit act leaving them both feeling breathless and free.

Chapter 6: "The Taste of Freedom"

As she walks back into the bar, Mona can't help but think about how confident and free she feels. The feeling of having taken charge of her pleasure and having indulged in her desires without fear or shame is simply indescribable. She takes one final sip of her drink, the taste of cum still on her tongue, and smiles to herself. Just before paying the bill she heads to the restroom and fixes her makeup, discards her panties.

Walking out of the bar and onto the street, she can feel marveling eyes examining, enjoying her. She passes by an upscale hotel with a bar on the first floor, pausing for a second, a daring thought crossing her mind. Taking a deep breath, she walks into the hotel and makes her way to the bar, the diamond base of the butt plug still keeping her good (but forbidden) passage constantly stimulated. She looks around, watching the businessmen and possibly even high-class escorts mingling. With a sly smile, she sits down on a bar stool, gets a glass of water, starts playing with her hair and simply d...waits. Her fingers lazily drift down to her exposed pussy, feeling the oozing wetness and slickness from the recent encounters. She waits...

Within minutes, a man in an expensive suit approaches her, offering her a much needed drink. Mona smiles and starts to chat, using her most seductive voice and body language. Within minutes, they are heading up to his hotel room. In the elevator Mona can feel her heart racing with adrenaline and excitement. This is it, she thinks to herself, the ultimate act of sexual liberation. She will be paid for her pleasure, for her body, and she will have no shame about it.

As they enter the hotel room, Mona pulls her arms around him, kissing his earlobe she whispers:

"This whore wants you"

Epilogue: A Liberated Woman

Just before dawn, after slightly gagging from her clients cum down her throat, she finds herself watching him counting

fifteen hundred euros

in fifties

thirty bills

HER price

HER pride

her freedom.

As she exits the hotel, she takes a deep breath of the early morning air. She feels a sense of liberation and empowerment wash over her, knowing that she is not defined by society's expectations or morals rather her desires define her. She confidently walks back onto the city streets, the sounds of the morning traffic masking the subtle moans still echoing in her head.