The Submissive Temp Ch. 09

When the second fuck ended, I pulled the curtain, opened the bathtub's drain, and we washed the pee away in a joint shower. I realized that Andrew was seriously kinky, but I would never have done any of that had I not been a victim of out of control lust due to the virus, the Rivonine, or both!

I slept with Andrew that night, and yes, we slept in a bed, not in the bath! At one point he called Maria to let her know he was spending the night with me, and to ask if she was okay with that? Maria told me later she had Doug's cock inside her while she spoke with Andrew. What strange friends I had! Yet, they were both strangely wonderful, and their love was true, despite their infidelities and perversions. It takes all kinds.

Around 4AM I woke up to a cock entering my pussy. I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. Andrew's cock felt lovely as it pushed gently at my entrance, waiting for my vagina to respond, to lubricate, and to open up to let Andrew's sizable cock inside. In my heightened state of near constant arousal, the wait was short! It felt magnificent as Andrew's cock slowly pushed inside me, going deeper and deeper. I could feel the walls of my canal gently being stretched by his big, thick cock.

I had always dreamed of being wakened by a good, hard cock. My husband Mark had never done that to me. I guess Andrew wanted all that he could get! Now he began to pump inside me slowly, gently, sleepily. I moaned to encourage him, and I raised my pelvis to draw him in deeper. I began to grab his cock using my Kegel technique. I put my arms around him, always with my eyes closed, and I whispered, "Fuck me hard, lover. Give it to me. I want you."

Andrew gave me a more vigorous fuck after my whispered commands, and at the end he pulled out and shot his load all over my boobs. My last thought before I fell back asleep was that he was much more accurate when he urinated on my boobs than when he ejaculated on them. I guess it's just male biology.

Later I woke when I heard whispering. I pretended I was still asleep. I heard Andrew whisper, "Sally's asleep. She'll never know it's you. She'll think it's me, if she thinks at all."

"Are you sure? Shouldn't we ask her permission?" the other voice whispered.

"It's better not to wake her. Use a rubber, okay? I'll be outside. Then climb into bed with her and cuddle her. She likes that," Andrew whispered. "I'm heading home to my wife."

I didn't know what to do! Andrew had no business offering my body to another man! On the other hand, if I kept my eyes closed, I was about to be fucked by an unknown man. This was too kinky and exciting to be passed up. My virus said yes! The Rivonine said yes! Everything said yes, go for it! What could I do? Andrew wanted it. The unknown man wanted it. The virus wanted it. The Rivonine wanted it. Did I want it? Did I know? Did I care?

Yes, of course I cared. Nothing is more intimate, more personal, than copulation. I was however, compromised. The virus plus the Rivonine made me crave sex in a way that could not be denied! If I could have another fuck or two, by George I wanted it. I needed it!

I remembered what Dr. Green had said. Women were taking strangers off the street and fucking them in Starbucks bathrooms, in stairwells, in just about anywhere. It wasn't me allowing it; it was my disease. That was my last thought before I felt the wonderful feeling of a brand-new cock entering my pussy. My oh my but it felt good! It was even better than Andrew's sleepy fuck had been.

I began to moan. I decided to have some fun. Always keeping my eyes closed I said, "Oh yes, lover. You feel so good inside me. Fuck me like this forever," and then I began to moan. "Oh Andrew, yes!" I said, when my mystery man made a particularly nice and strong thrust. I liked it rough. "Oh yes, oh my God YES!" I screamed, something I had not done with Andrew, hee, hee.

I wrapped my legs around my mystery man, pulling him deeper inside me. Jeez, the guy was a good fuck. Now he was kissing my neck. His beard tickled. Mystery man had a beard! This was most certainly not Andrew. "Kiss me, mystery lover," I said, as he pumped his cock inside me. My eyes were still closed. He kissed me. "Mmmm" I moaned as the kiss became sexy as hell.

Mystery man rolled me over onto my stomach, and he put a pillow under my tummy. He poked at my ass which was puckered up tight, but little by little he got it to open a bit. He was gentle, sticking it in a little and waiting for my ass to dilate. My ass finally accepted him with some enthusiasm and he went to town as I moaned up a storm.

I became curious to know who was the mystery man fucking me first in my pussy and now in my ass. This was not normal. It was his smell, as his head came close to mine. He dumped his load into my ass, and still with my eyes closed, I said, "Whoever you are, you're one hell of a lover," and I fell asleep with mystery man sleeping on top of me.

I didn't know what happened to Andrew, but Maria told me the next day he came back home, and Doug spent the rest of the night hiding in Maria's walk-in clothes closet. Doug finally crept out when, after having fucked his wife Maria twice, Andrew fell into a deep sleep.

I made breakfast for my mystery lover and myself the next morning. We never mentioned Andrew or that I had been sleeping with him. He told me his name was David and as he sat at the breakfast table, he told me to come over and sit on his lap. I was wearing a robe with nothing under it, and I sat down right on his erect cock. He calmly ate his eggs, bacon, and toast as I lovingly bounced on his nice long, hard, and thick cock.

"This is a great breakfast, Sally," David said, as I moaned in pleasure with the fuck.

"Thank you, lover," I managed to eke out. I meant it, too, with all my heart, and all my soul.

I finally got the story out of him. David was Andrew's brother! He had dropped in on Andrew and Maria quite late at night. Doug hid and Maria greeted her brother-in-law David naked, covered only with a house robe. She told him Andrew was at "Mark and Sally's" home, not bothering to tell him just why he was there, or that Mark was working in Singapore! Somehow, I slept through the doorbell, and Andrew had let him in, and now you know the rest.

"That was the best welcome to New York I've ever had, Sally. I really enjoyed last night," he said. "I feel a bit guilty since I know Mark, though."

I replied, "Andrew does not seem to feel guilty. Don't you feel guilty re me? You just climbed into my bed while I was half asleep and fucked me silly, you know."

"Andrew said you would not mind."

"Did he indeed? What made you think he would know that?" I asked. "Isn't it correct to ask the woman, the fuckee, herself?"

"I'm sorry, Sally. Did you mind?" Suddenly David looked worried, even very worried.

"If you can get it up for another round, quickly, because I have to go to work, all will be forgiven," I said.

David smiled.

Friday, I went to see Dr. Green. I was very nervous. I expected a report on how my body was responding to Rivonine and whether or not I stood a chance to survive. If I really only had six months to live, now less than five months, I had to plan it out. I'd never seen Paris, for example. Maybe I should take up smoking? What do you do if you're 23 and learn you only have six months left?

Luckily, Dr. Green was the personification of reassurance. I was doing great at beating the virus!

On the way to work I bought a quart sized bottle of tonic water, and I had brought it into the office. Around 10:30AM I was horny beyond all reason, once again. This time, however, I was prepared.

I asked an intern to come into my tiny office. I looked at the intern and wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck the smithereens out of his nasty body. Instead, I drank an eight once glass of tonic, offering the puzzled intern one. The intern declined.

To my relief, the tonic water did the trick quite quickly. My over the top sexual need diminished simply to hyper strong desire, but one I could manage, with serious effort, to resist. My sexual desire was still stronger than any I had ever had before this cursed virus invaded my body, but I have a strong will, and I could resist it. I made up some task for the intern to do, and he left my office.

Now I finally knew how to get through the day. Quinine was the solution! It was only after Mr. Criens had fucked me to two more orgasms, with me naked and bent over the arm of the couch in Mr. Criens office, and with me once again moaning my heart out, that the full weight of my epiphany struck me.

If I survived the next six months, that is, if Rivonine actually worked, then I had a path to unimaginable riches! To preserve myself, though, I really had to start using condoms relentlessly. There were to be no exceptions!

I picked up four dozen more on the way home.

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