Lisa's Hunger Ch. 01

I am not really sure how it came to this. I never even thought I would ever make it to 38, to tell you the truth. But here I am, the poster girl devoted wife, career girl, "got her shit together" Lisa. If only Randy knew. If only our friends and family knew. Talk about a double life. Then I snap back to my reality on this busy day...

The huge, hard cock is pumping hard in and out of my pussy as these random thoughts percolate in my brain. I'm bouncing to his rhythm, smiling, rolling my eyes, licking my lips, as the camera catches every jiggle of my full, natural 36C tits. I should hate myself for being such a covert sleaze. But I don't any more. I am past that.

The other huge cock is back in my mouth now. It's hard to suck on it when I am bouncing so hard, but I am an expert. I've done it so many times before. I moan and slurp him as his partner rams me from behind. I hope this cock doesn't cum too early inside me. He seems to be getting pretty close. Somewhere in the flurry of pumping, grinding and sucking, my pussy contracts and I convulse in yet another orgasm. My first orgasm was during the D.P. scene. The producers like how I actually orgasm during these scenes. Not too many girls do, and they can tell that I am not faking. I never have to fake. My head is light from this latest release of endorphins, but I keep the steady rhythm of sucking and fucking. It's my job and I am good at it. And I love it.

I look up into the eyes of the hunky stud that I am fellating and he is giving me the signal. Here comes the money shot. This is what will make the difference between a $3000 afternoon and a possible $4000 afternoon for me. I can feel his pre-ejeculation sperm starting to leak into my mouth as I suck, so I start licking like a cat and jacking him. As I bounce to the relentless fucking I am receiving, I am moaning and licking the underside of his red helmut, while I pump him hard with my hand. I feel the surge in his dick and I squeeze just at the right time. I want distance. The producers like a big cum shot. And so do I, for that matter. Then I finally let go and my big hunk shoots a huge stream of sperm hard all over my lips and chin. Perfect! Another hits my cheek and the last one dribbles out and I wipe it all over my other cheek. "Pretty good," I think, as I lick what is around my mouth. Now, we'll see what I can do with the ramming bull behind me. He too has given me the signal, but he'll "man the controls" himself, as he always does. I've worked with this stud many, many times.

He pulls out and I roll over, fresh, warm cum already dripping down my face and oozing off my chin. Dale pulls up, pumping his swollen cock in a blur, already dripping on my tits before he reaches my face level. He shoots! Shit, he hit my eye! I hate that, but the producer won't mind it. And he is full of sperm, as he always is. My mouth is open and my tongue is licking as he pumps yet more semen onto my lips, nose and cheeks. I'm a mess. But that's the idea, if it fall into place properly! Full bonus for all of us, for sure on this shoot. I wish I could open my eyes, but I produce a satisfied smile through the gooey haze on my eyelid. And sick as I know I am, pathetic as I am, I readily accept the fact that I actually love the smell and feel of the their cum on me. That is who Lisa is. I really do enjoy fingering it into my mouth and swallowing cum for the camera. This is work, but it's not work for me. I always have loved being a total slut, even way before I began getting paid for it. It is who I am. I was a all-to-willing slut at a young age. And, as much as I have tried, at various points in my life, to address my sex addiction, I know now that I can't live without feeding it. My only goal now is to not get caught. To not let my sex addiction totally destroy the other half of my life ... the normal half.

------------------

On the car ride home, I am peachy clean after the thorough shower I always have, but I can still taste semen. Or maybe it's just in my mind. Who knows? I have another shoot on Tuesday with the same company. They really liked the last two scenes I did this month and they now want to add a third guy and make the guys all black this time. If it goes like this last one, I could be walking out with $5000 from this next shoot. Randy will like the money. He is proud of how his expert trader wife keeps bringing home these huge dividends, even when the economy is slowing down. He thinks I am a genius. Since he has no idea of the world of economics, he has no reason to doubt that his university-educated lovely is not often at the stock exchange or in the Bay Street office I have claimed to frequent for the past 15 years. My triple figure salary makes all those business trips to Toronto seem worthwhile, despite the time we spend apart. And to be fair, I did check into the office that morning, as I do on most trips I make. And I have been making some money through my part-time work with Wintergreen Investments. I AM using those 4 years of economics and business, sort of. But it's the other assets and hungers that are really making me the living. Is that such a terrible thing? Really?

And I can't help thinking about the 3 black dicks that I will be servicing in a few days. As I do, the familiar warm tingle between my legs starts again. I sigh and shake my head, as I look blankly through the windshield at the oncoming traffic. It's hard to believe that I could be horny already after the crazy threesome I had just worked on through much of the afternoon. Three orgasms, 2 hours on set. How could I be hot already? I really am a sick, depraved slut with a huge problem, I laugh, my right hand moving under my short skirt as my left hand manages the steering. I still have an hour and a half to go before I get home. I suppose a little personal entertainment will keep me awake, I rationalize. It's not like it's the first time I have done this. My bald, warm, wet slit responds to my fingers quickly, as it always does.

I turn on my favourite podcast ... one of my favourite erotica writers. I tease and stroke slowly, as the narrator/author paints lovely, lusty images in his story, his sexy voice resonating through the car interior. I am heating up quickly, as I always do, but I make an attempt to slow down as I don't want to cum too fast on this long ride home. I want to make it last. There is panting and wet sounds on the podcast as it builds toward the fireworks. I can smell the lovely fragrance of my very wet pussy now, as I slow down to stop for a red light in one of the many small towns I drive through every week. I watch people through my tinted windows, smiling coyly, as I listen to these actors cumming and the smacking sounds of my fingers rubbing. None of these pedestrians has any idea what I am doing in here, I laugh. I notice my breathing getting more rapid and I can feel my heart beating much faster. I undo a few more buttons on my blouse so I can start rubbing and squeezing my very erect nipples periodically. I move my bra cups out of the way. I love my nipples. I love my tits, the way they shake when I am being fucked by the endless assortment of men I get involved with. Time to slow down again, as I bring myself near the precipice yet again. So horny. What's new?

As I leave the town, I pass a male hitch hiker. It is still twilight, and I can make out some of his features. He seems very young, probably 18 or 19, and he is carrying a sign saying "Thunder Bay". Boy, he had a long way to go, I think, as I accelerate past him, making circles with my fingers around my right nipple with my wet fingers. I wish I had a dildo with me. I need something in me right now. With an hour and a half still left to go, I end up doing what I have done almost every time, when face-to-face with reckless, sexual temptations. How can I be so controlled in certain parts of my life, and so wildly undisciplined in others, I wonder. Are there other women like me out there? But, I don't struggle hard with the thoughts. I never do.

Instead, I turn the car down a side street and double-back. My bra is back in place, my blouse still undone lower than it should be and my hand is back to my very wet pussy. I up the pace of my stroking, as I know it will have to stop momentarily, until I can seduce this young guy. They are never that much of a challenge though. And they are always so grateful do dump their sperm in my pussy or mouth, at the end of it all. I am just doing a public service, I laugh. My adrenaline is building, as well as the raging sex hormones that have always driven through me like a freight train. I will be close to cumming as he gets in the car. Teetering. That's part of my game. It's been a long time since I have felt truly remorseful about these seductions and compulsions that have become such a big part of my secret life. It is my way of dealing with the hunger that lingers deep within me and never goes away. It's who I am, and I truly hope it doesn't destroy me, but I am past fighting it.

The groaning and panting had slowed on the podcast as all three people have orgasmed. I love that after-orgasm glow. I wonder if the actors in this sketch had really cum when they recorded this. It sure sounded like they were fucking and sucking and cumming. It would be a shame if it was all sound effects and acting. Another podcast will be ready to start soon. I turn off the radio as I wheel back onto the main road, retracing my route past the hitch hiker. Fortunately, he is still there, ready to be seduced. I rub very hard now, pumping my hips as much as I can while driving. I slow down and stop just ahead of him. I look in the rear view mirror, arcing my hips even more and pumping myself madly as the young man makes his way to the passenger door. I am groaning and SO close to cumming as the door handle clicks. I want to fuck this young guy so badly. I feel my juices running down my inner thighs and hitting the car seat. I am panting and have to slow my breathing down.

The door finally opens and he smiles, looking into my welcoming, hungry eyes. What does he see, I wonder, as I force myself to get control my breathing. The tingle I've built is almost too much this time. I might cum after all, with the poor young fellow just getting into the car. Oh fuck! That's not the plan! He is glancing at my ample cleavage, on generous display thanks to my blouse being unbuttoned far too low. I smile, but I am not breathing, trying so hard to hold back my orgasm. Suddenly, I feel a gush, a release and vaginal convulsions as I cum hard involuntarily right there. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my first words to him are more like a groan, as I shake in my seat. I am sitting in my wetness when the poor young stud says, with a look of grave concern, "Are you alright, ma'm?"

I stammer some words out. "I think I will be fine in a minute. I am just having a little episode. This always happens. Sorry, but I am O.K."

"Did you want me to get out and wait for another ride then?" he asks, still with a look of genuine concern.

I am recovering. "No, definitely not. But do you drive?"

"Yes, I do. Would you like me to take over the wheel for a bit?"

"That would be great." I hatch a new plan, which may be even better than my usual routine. He gets out of the car and I do the same. I quickly wipe up all my pussy juices off my leather seat as he comes around to take the steering wheel. I catch him staring at my butt as I straighten up. He likes what he sees. That's good.

"Thank you so much. I should be fine in few minutes. I really appreciate you driving." As I walk around the back of the car to get into the passenger seat, I stop and quickly reach under my dress and pull off my soaked panties. I also reach inside my top and slip out of my bra. I open the back seat and quickly throw them on the floor, without my new passenger noticing.

As I sit down, his eyes go straight to my now jiggling tits, before he looks me in the eye. "This is great. I've been out there for an hour and I wasn't sure if I was going to get another ride tonight. And I don't mind driving at all."

He's well-muscled for a young guy. Very nice blue eyes. Nice shoulders, pecs and arms. He looks clean and well-kept. He'll be a very good fuck. Perfect. I hope he can last a bit and doesn't fill me with sperm after a few strokes. I hate that in young guys. The seat belts click and he pulls onto the highway.

"Well, I can't get you all the way to Thunder Bay, but I can get you a little further up this highway." He smiles as he, once more, has a glance at my nicely displayed tits.

The small talk continues as we wheel toward the next town. His name is Fern and he is French Canadien. He continues to cast frequent glances at my breasts and thighs when he can, but he is limited, due to his being behind the wheel. I find out that he had been home visiting his girlfriend and was now heading back to Thunder Bay, where he works in a lumber mill. That explains the muscles, I think. Maybe he is older than I think. Mmmm. I lay a little blanket over my lap and, once again, slip my right hand below. Mmmm... free access. I rub slowly as Fern and I talk, being discreet enough that he cannot see me or hear the familiar wet sounds.

I decide that it is time to make my move. I turn the podcast back on.