I knock on his door, shifting my weight from foot to foot as I wait for a response. Sure, I could've pressed the electric doorbell, but what the hell? I’ve always been a little old fashioned. It doesn’t take long: a few seconds after my first knock I hear footsteps from the other side. I take a deep breath to calm myself as Arsen opens the door, a wide smile on his lips.

He looks at me shamelessly, his eyes wandering from my face to my breasts, and then down to my waist. God, the way he looks at me is so goddamn intoxicating.

“You look good,” he says, stepping to the side and inviting me in. Oh, of course I look good—tight black dress and the tiniest lace thong I could find, I came ready for action… And something in the tone of his voice unleashes that wild beast I keep hidden inside of me. My mind goes blank and, next thing I know, I’m walking toward him with a sure step. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and before he has the time to react I press my mouth against his. His eyes widen in surprise, but he regains his composure quickly enough, his hands immediately darting to my waist. “Someone’s pretty eager.”

“You can’t imagine how eager I am right now,” I shoot back, pressing my hand against his crotch. He’s already as hard as rock, so I curl my fingers around the shape of his cock, grinning wildly at him. To say that I’m eager is putting it mildly, really, after that phone call with Client 5, "King Henry," I just can’t wait to feel Arsen’s cock once more. In a sense, it’s weird. Here I am, jumping into Arsen’s arms because a stranger’s voice drove me completely insane with pleasure. A day in the life of a sex phone operator, uh?

“I like eager. Good,” he simply whispers, a flicker of darkness in his eyes. I’ve set something in motion that I can’t stop—and, hell, it sounds so damn good.

With his hands on my waist he pushes me back across the hallway and into the living room. I walk backward awkwardly, only stopping when my ass meets the edge of his leather couch. On the way there my eyes wander to the wall where he pinned me… The one where he fucked me relentlessly, memories of the most perfect sex I’ve ever had flooding my mind.

I take my fingers to his collar, ready to start unbuttoning it, but he's faster than I am. Hooking his fingers on my hip, he makes me turn around and, with one forearm across my shoulder blades, bends me over the couch. I bite my lower lip as he grabs my ass harshly, his long fingers bunching up my dress as he touches me. A gasp leaves my lips as he slaps my buttocks with the back of his hand, the sound of it almost too exhilarating.

“Since our last time together,” he says, leaning forward and whispering against my ear, “I couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over and spanking your perfect little ass.” He does it again then, smacking my other buttock even more harshly.

“Have you been thinking of just that?” I ask, looking at him over my shoulder. His smile turns into a wicked grin immediately, telling me the answer before he even speaks.

“Oh, no. I’ve been thinking of a lot more.” Still grinning, he runs his hands up my legs and slides them under my dress, his long warm fingers going over the curve of my ass cheeks until they meet the fabric of my thong. He grabs it harshly and I bite down on my lip as I prepare for him to take it off of me; but, somehow, he changes ideas. His hands go down and he curls his thumbs around the hemline of my dress, pushing it up to my waist; then he goes down to his knees and I feel my heart starting to drum wildly in anticipation. Whatever he has in store for me, I can barely wait.

I close my eyes as he lunges forward, pressing his mouth against my pussy and breathing in my scent. His hands are on my buttocks, grabbing my curves and keeping the dress up in my waist. Sucking my pussy over the fabric of my thong, his touch makes me close my eyes and moan in excitement. It might be an obvious thing to say, but there’s something wildly erotic about having a man’s mouth between your thighs. Especially when he enjoys it almost as much as I do.

With a flick of his fingers he pushes my tongue just an inch to the side, baring my wet folds. Lapping at me with his tongue, he runs it between my pussy lips—up and down, up and down, the rhythmic motion pulling me into a trance of delight and ecstasy. I curl my fingers hard around the edge of the couch, my body tightening as he jabs with his tongue, slowly sliding it into my pussy.

I gasp as, with a sudden movement, he places his hands on my hips and tugs on my thong harshly. He pulls his head back, sliding the fabric down my legs at the same time; before I even have the time to prepare for it, he’s on me again, mouth wide open.

“Oh, God…” I moan, his tongue working me with such perfection I don’t even feel the urge to move. I just want to stand still and bask in pleasure. He has other plans, though—with his hands on my hips he makes me sway my body, pushing my pussy against his mouth as I bend even more over the edge of the couch. His hands then run over to my buttocks and he grabs me firmly, smacking his hands against my flesh; he massages my ass for a while and then, no warning whatsoever, slaps me hard across the cheeks with the back of his hand. I grit my teeth, the pain of it mixing with the pleasure he’s inflicting upon me with his mouth.

I try to open my eyes but I can’t even do that; every single fiber in my body is filled with pleasure, and there’s little that my brain can do right now except try and process all of it. Suddenly, all hell breaks loose. Still sucking on me, he angles his head slightly so that he can fit two fingers over my pussy. He slides them in quickly, a loud moan leaving my lips as I feel his fingertips pressed against my G-spot. I come immediately, my muscles becoming as rigid as concrete before they start to shake and tremble, releasing all the tension inside of them.

Supporting myself with my hands on the couch, I motion to turn, but he grabs me by the hips and keeps me in place. “I’m not done,” he simply says, pulling back from my pussy. The moment the last word leaves his lips he dives in again, sucking on my labia as he laps at me with his tongue, an electric storm raging through me. He slides his fingers back inside of me, but this time he starts flicking his wrist as well.

I’m no longer standing still; I start to thrust back at him, pressing my pussy against his mouth, my ass cheeks against his face. He licks me even more furiously, devouring my pussy relentlessly as I fill the whole apartment with my quivering moans.

A shiver goes up my spine as he places both his hands on my ass, grabbing my cheeks once again. He moves his fingers further in, spreading my cheeks apart and sliding his thumb over my ass crack. When he goes over my anus he stops, applying a gentle pressure there as fireworks start to go off behind my eyelids. I’m on the verge of coming again, only a few moments after I’ve just exploded.

He slides his tongue over the whole length of my pussy, electricity pooling in my muscles as he goes. Moving back and forth in a rhythmic motion, he suddenly keeps going, his tongue sliding from my drenched lips to between my ass cheeks. I tremble as I feel him go, and I clench my ass as an instinctive reaction. He doesn’t care for my embarrassment; he simply grabs my ass harder, forcing me to spread my cheeks as he moves his tongue up my crack. There’s not much that I can do but yield. I relax my body, my chin quivering in delight as his tongue goes over my anus. He presses it there, and then starts circling that sensitive spot with entrancing movements.

As he licks my ass he moves one hand to between my thighs, placing two fingers over my clitoris. He starts to rub me there at once, all the electricity in my body turning into a raging storm. With his fingers on my clit and his tongue on my ass, I come undone; I grit my teeth and shout through them, thrusting back against his face as my whole body starts to tremble. I’m grabbing the edge of the couch so fiercely my knuckles have turned white.

Slowly, he pulls back from me. I don’t even move; I just remain bent over the couch, hanging limply by the waist. I’m breathing hard, my eyes still closed as I try to reel from all the ecstasy still burning in my body.

Arsen goes up to his feet and, leaning into me, whispers against my ear. “That was just a taste of what’s to come,” he tells me, his hands still resting on my buttocks. He moves them to the side and hooks his fingers on my hips, making me jut my ass back at him. I press my cheeks against his crotch, feeling his bulging shape between my cheeks. Swaying my body from side to side, I start grinding against him, the urge to feel him inside of me growing and growing. God, I want him so damn much!

Suddenly, I stand up straight and turn on my heels, facing him with a grin on my lips. Before he even has the time to stop me, I reach for his crotch and grab his thick cock. Right now, it’s my turn to take the lead.

One hand wrapped tight around his cock, I place the other one against his chest and push him back, my eyes never leaving his. He’s grinning now, allowing me to lead him and anxious to see what’s on my mind.

The moment his back hits the wall I let go of his cock and place both my hands on his shirt. With a savage grin, I pull on it as harshly as I can, ripping the fabric and making all the buttons pop off in a rush and scatter around the floor. Flattening my hands against his chest, I close my eyes and run my fingers over his hard muscles, feeling every turn and curve of his pectorals and abdominals. It doesn’t matter how many times I touch and see them, they always have the same affect on me. And his tattoos… They add that edge of unruliness that I just can’t help but love.

I let my hands go further down and then, when I meet the contour of his pants, I unbuckle his belt and pull it out of its loops. My fingers trembling with the anxiety of anticipation, I unbutton his pants, a shiver going through me as his cock tents his boxer briefs and presses hard against my knuckles.

All strength leaves my body and I go down on my knees. As I go, I hook my fingers on his underwear and pull them down, his cock springing free right in front of my face. More than anything, I want to grab it, to open my mouth wide and let him slide it in all the way… But first I want to take a good look at his naked body: I tug on his pants and underwear as he kicks off his shoes, and then I pull them out as he lifts his feet. I look up, my heart beating wildly as I take a mental picture of the naked man in front of me.

His body screams sex, all of it. He’s muscled, but not in a fit or trendy way—more than a cover model, he looks like a warrior, ready to rip apart anyone that dares stand in his way. And, of course, when he puts all these muscles to work… My pussy clenches just at the thought. Really, have I ever been this wet?

My eyes wander over every inch of him, but they inevitably stop on his cock. Long, thick and pulsing with desire. I don’t even think about it, I just lean forward and open my mouth, rolling my lips down his shaft and taking him all in.

My eyelids droop as I feel his cock going over my tongue, his glans pressed against the back of my throat. I hold there for a long second and then I go back, sucking hard on his tip as I allow his cock out of my mouth. Running my tongue in slow soft circles around his glans, I start to caress his balls, moving them gently over my fingers.

Arsen lays both of his hands on my head, and hooking his fingers on my hair, he pulls me into him. I open my mouth as wide as I can immediately, letting him guide me toward his cock; the moment my lips are on him again, I start to bob my head back and forth, sucking on him as hard as I can. I wrap my fingers around the root of his member and I start moving my hand at the same time as my head, stroking and sucking in a coming and going motion. I start slow, but it doesn’t take long for him to urge me to go faster, the slight pressure of his fingers on my head the only directions I need.

Moving as fast as I can, I have to stop for a few seconds, just enough to catch my breath. I look up at him, my heart fluttering inside of my chest as I see him with his eyes closed, enjoying my mouth on him. Stroking him fast, I tilt my head sideways and lick the whole length of his shaft, going down toward his balls; there, I open my mouth wide and suck one ball in, rolling it over my tongue, and then I do the same with the other one. They’re heavy and warm, filled with a seed that I can’t wait to feel all over my body.

I’ve never been one to go full-blown kinky, but with Arsen somehow that seems to be the standard. And I just love it—the dirtier and naughtier, the better. He just makes me feel unlike anything I have ever experienced… I never even knew sex could be this good. And let me tell you, I’ve always garnered the attention of experienced, hot men. Sure, my asshole ex wasn’t anything to write home about, but I never really had a reason to complain until I met Arsen. In a sense, he ruined me for other men. And that’s just lovely.

Placing my lips on his shaft, I run them back up to his tip, and then I take his cock inside of me once again. Bobbing my head as fast as I can, I don’t stop until I hear his hard breathing, his fingers like claws in my hair. I would have gone all the way and let him fill my mouth with his cum, but he has other plans. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and with that devious grin on his lips, goes down to his knees right in front of me.

He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down to the floor, climbing on top of me. I open my legs by instinct and grabbing his cock, he starts to rub its tip against my labia. I thrust at him, eager to have him inside of me, but he takes his time. He just keeps rubbing his glans back and forth over my labia, each time he does it pressing forward just an inch.

“Please, Arsen…” I found myself saying, my hands going to his shoulders and trying to pull him in. This time, he doesn’t fight back against my pleas. He responds by thrusting, his cock piercing me in a heartbeat and drawing a loud scream out of my lips. Before I can even process what’s happening, he starts to thrust viciously, his cock coming and going out of me like a piston.

I cross my legs behind his back, locking him in place as he thrusts. My hands are now on his chest, my fingernails digging in his pectorals as his body sways.

“Harder,” I tell him, not even sure if I can take it. But harder he goes, his hips moving so fast that a wild numbness spreads from my pussy toward all of my limbs. I lay back as he fucks me, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. Breathing hard as if I’m about to suffocate, I arch my back as my body tenses up. “Don’t… stop!” I shout, fireworks exploding inside my head as I come. He keeps thrusting through my orgasm, my fingers clawing at his chest as sweet release takes control of me.

I’m screaming like a madwoman, my limbs flailing as if I were having a seizure. Even so, he doesn’t ease up; somehow, he starts going even faster, not allowing my orgasm to crawl back to wherever it came from. Instead, he keeps it alive inside my muscles, fucking me until I have to scream again, another explosion taking place inside of my head. I come for the second time in a row, the first time that has ever happened in my life. Two orgasms in the space of a few heartbeats? I thought that was something that only happened in books!

“Oh God,” I mutter as Arsen slows down, gently pulling his cock out of me. I’m almost reluctant to let it go, but I know there’s still more to come. Way more.

I don’t even know where I find the strength to do it, but supporting myself on my elbows, I sit up. Moving with cat-like movements, I push Arsen down on the floor and climb on top of him, straddling him. I grab his cock, pointing it at my pussy as my eyes lock into his—there’s hunger there, one that I just know will consume me. And that’s exactly what I want to happen. To be consumed by Arsen Hawke.

I ease myself down on his cock, biting on my lower lip as I feel his thickness parting my labia and sliding in. I let him go all the way in and, the moment his cock is sheathed in me, I start swaying my hips back and forth. He grabs me by the ass, bucking his hips at me as I move; we become one like that, our motion one and the same.

With my hands on his chest, we go slowly and tenderly, his cock gently sliding in and out of my pussy as our bodies rock. I lean forward, gently brushing my lips against his. I arch my back then, and start to move faster; he matches my movements by thrusting harder as well, the sound of his thighs slapping against my buttocks filling the whole room. It doesn’t take long for us to be lost in a frenzy of motion, thick beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.

We keep moving until I’m soaked in sweat, stray locks of hair plastered to my forehead. I feel beads of it running down my back and, even though I feel the claws of exhaustion reaching for me, I keep moving furiously over his cock. Wanting to go one step further, I stop moving just for the time necessary for me to plant my feet by the side of his thighs. Without taking his cock from inside of me, I lift my body up and squat down over his waist, allowing his cock to go even deeper than before.

We change glances and his lips curl upward into a grin as he reaches for me, two of his fingers pressing down on my clit as go. I feel that electric pulse inside of me once more, and just a few heartbeats after that, a tiny spark of pleasure turns into a wildfire of delight.

My pussy clenches around his cock and I ease myself down, my knees touching the floor once again. I lean forward, my forearms across his chest as I tremble in ecstasy. I can’t even moan or scream anymore; my vocal chords have reached their limit, and all they can produce is a small croak of pleasure.

I roll to the side limply, spreading both arms and legs on the floor as I stare at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling at a quick pace. God, I’m so exhausted… And still, I want more! I don’t know what Arsen does to me, but whenever I’m with him I turn into an insatiable beast. Which works just fine, since he seems even more insatiable than I am. Between the sheets, we’re truly a match made in Heaven. That is, if we were between any sheets—it seems that with him we don’t even have the necessary patience to get anywhere near a bed. I’m not complaining, though; his naked body is the only furniture I need.

Taking a deep breath, I summon whatever strength still lives inside of me and go up to my feet as Arsen sits up.

Looking him in the eye, I throw him a dirty smile as I sashay across the living room and move toward the bedroom. It’s time to fuck on a proper mattress. With Arsen following after me, I enter the room and climb on top of the bed with my knees; I go on all fours and sway my ass from side to side as an invitation. I don’t need to say more; he crosses the room with two wide strides, firmly grabbing my hips as he positions himself behind me. I look back over my shoulder, a fire burning in my eyes.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, biting down on my lower lip. “Fuck me. Hard.” Arsen throws me a coy grin and, grabbing his shaft, presses his tip against my labia.

“You asked for it,” he says and, with a smirk, thrusts. As his cock strains against my inner walls in its way in, a violent scream climbs up my throat and explodes in my mouth, waves of ecstasy riding through me as Arsen starts to fuck me viciously.

I lose all notion of time as he thrusts into me; my body burning as my mind slowly drowns. My rational mind vanishes into oblivion, and all that’s left behind the wheel are my primal and savage urges.

I thrust back at Arsen, matching the movements of his hips. My ass cheeks slap his thighs, the sound of flesh on flesh driving me even more crazy. I’m sweating once more, pushing my body past all limits and forgetting about the exhaustion that is seeping from my muscles to my bones.

Gritting my teeth, I exhale sharply as he spreads my cheeks apart with his hands; he then runs his index finger over my crack, placing it against my anus. Slowly but steadily, he slides it in, a long moan tumbling out of my lips as I feel him go in. His whole finger inside of me, he starts to fuck me even more relentlessly; I’m not even moving anymore, I’m just there taking it in and trying not to pass out from all the pleasure.

“Arsen…” I moan, the way his name feels on my tongue like a perfect aphrodisiac. “Arsen…. Don’t stop! Don’t STOP!” I shout as loud as I can, my lungs hurting from the effort. I come violently, a shiver of ecstasy going up my spine as he stops moving, his cock deep inside of me.

My body still trembling, he pulls his cock out slowly, each inch that slides out between my labia making me tremble even more. The moment he lets go of me, I collapse on top of the mattress, seeing all black. I have to take a few deep breaths to steady myself, trying hard not to pass out. Who knew that obscene amounts of pleasure could make you pass out? I didn’t, but now that I do, I just can’t help but want to see how far I can go. I’m a woman who loves challenges, what else can I say?

Sitting up on the bed, I turn to Arsen and spread my legs, grabbing both my breasts as I look into his eyes.

“Don’t tell me you're already tired,” I tease him, pinching my right nipple between my thumb and index finger.

“You should know me better by now,” he shoots back, placing his hand on my knees and spreading my legs even further. Approaching me, he grabs his shaft and guides it home, immediately thrusting without even letting me prepare for it. It slides easily inside of me, my pussy already used to accommodating his thickness. Rocking his body against mine, we start fucking again, all my nerve endings crying with delight. Christ, Arsen has given me more pleasure in an hour than all other men combined during my whole life.

My hands go to his back, and I lower them over the curve of his buttocks. Grabbing his ass, I urge him to go faster, bucking my hips at him as he thrusts. He takes the hint quickly enough, his rhythm growing with each stroke. Leaning into me, he goes for my breasts, laying his mouth right between them as he keeps on fucking me, his lips move over the curve of my right breast and he wraps them around my nipple, sucking eagerly.

I throw my head back, an exhausted moan on my lips as I succumb to his body. If the human body didn’t have all these silly limitations, I’d want to remain here forever, Arsen’s cock deep inside me. I mean, is there anything better than this in the whole world? I really, really doubt it.

Letting go of my nipple, he takes his mouth to my neck, nibbling at the soft skin there, and then moves upward to my ear.

“I can’t get enough of this,” he whispers, his hands on my hips. “I could fuck you like this forever,” he continues, almost as if he could read my thoughts. I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t even do that; my vocal chords are spent, and my brain is in no condition to form a coherent sentence. Thankfully, this is no time for conversation. He grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back, thrusting with such strength that I can’t help but open my mouth and scream, my throat burning with the effort.

He’s ravaging me, fucking me without grace or mercy. Like a wild beast, he’s showing me what a real man can do with a woman’s body. I bury my fingernails on his back, gritting my teeth and preparing for the incoming storm. I already feel its roar inside of me, thunder and lightning looming on my mind’s horizon. This time, I’m truly not sure if I can withstand this—I mean, how many times have I come since I got here? Too many to count, I’m sure.

Every single muscle in my body tenses up, my nerve endings charged with electricity as I feel the fuse of pleasure burning up. Two heartbeats, one deep breath, and I just explode: all the tension in my body frees itself, a painful scream leaving my mouth as my brain turns into mush. This is way beyond anything I have ever experienced… And still he keeps thrusting. He fucks me as if tomorrow would never come, ignoring all my shouts of ecstasy - my throat is raw and hurting, but I just can’t help it.

Suddenly, he stops; his body turns rigid, his muscles becoming as hard as concrete. I look at him, see him with eyes closed and gritted teeth, and prepare for what’s to come—and I mean that pretty literally. His cock starts to spasm and a thought crosses my mind. With both hands on his chest, I push him to the side and, moving as quickly as I can, I go down on my knees and lean forward. I wrap my lips around his cock just in time, a torrent of cum filling my mouth at once. Cupping his balls as he comes, I stay in place while he empties his whole load inside of my mouth. His flavor is salty and raw, manly like everything in him.

He keeps cumming for what seems like forever, his cum gushing inside my mouth with no end in sight. I feel my mouth becoming full, but even then I don’t pull back; I remain still, strands of cum dripping down my lips and chin. It’s simply too much for me to hold it all in my mouth, and it keeps on coming. Thicks drops fall to my breasts, my chin covered in his semen… Only when I’m a wet mess does he finally stop, pulling his cock out of my mouth with an exhausted grin.

Proud of what I just did, I smile at him, opening my mouth and showing him his own cum.

“You look lovely like that,” he says, leaning forward. His lips touch mine and, before I even know what I’m doing, I’m pushing my tongue inside his mouth, opening my mouth wide and swapping cum with him. Remember when I told you that the kinkier the better? This was what I was talking about: never in my life did I think I’d find a man with whom I’d be doing this… And damn, it feels just so damn fine!

When our kiss ends, I open my eyes and lock them on his; I lick my lips wantonly, scooping whatever cum I can, and just swallow it. He looks at me as if he were entranced, the expression on his face one of pure delight.

When I’m done, I simply collapse on the mattress, spreading my legs and arms to the side, exhaustion suddenly filling every fiber of my being. And this time, there’s no fighting it; the moment I feel the softness of his sheets against my back, I close my eyes and I’m out.

* * *

What time is it? Oh God, I fell asleep in Arsen’s apartment. I look to my side and there he is, his naked body still pressed tight against mine, the warmness of his skin seeping through mine.

It pains me to leave him. I wouldn’t mind closing my eyes and going back to sleep, my naked body against his… But there’s a whisper inside my head: I’ve got work to do. "King Henry," my new client, is going to call me at noon, and I want to be home by the time I get the call. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s not even about work… I just want to talk with him again.

And so, with a perfect naked man lying by my side, I get up and get dressed. I could reschedule the call, I know that—but somehow there’s something inside of me that’s aching to hear that voice on the other end of the line. I leave the apartment on my tiptoes, wondering why the hell I'm caring so damn much about a man I’ve never even met.