This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it is, its not what they
would do. (not that you are likely to know them anyway). If you are under 18, go away,
since I don’t like to get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you
doing at asstr? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on!
Have fun! Let me know what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? Its mine. That’s right boys and girls…its
copyrighted…so if you want it? Just ask- we’ll talk.
Dryad
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“Oh, God, I’m horny!” she thought to herself. She began looking through the chat room for
fresh meat. This one was too far away, this one wanted a submissive…She started humming an
old song, “Where have all the good men gone…” she giggled to herself. She teased this one,
cajoled that one, was frankly a little cyber cock tease, hoping to entice someone within her
range.
She knew what she wanted. A hunger this deep was not going to be quenched with a single man,
no matter how incredible he was. She felt herself crawling her mental walls, shrieking in
need. “For all the supposedly horny men in here, you’d think I could find a few that wanted
a good time!” She felt herself getting even wetter, and knew she’d have to clean her chair
once more after she got offline. She squirmed, finding a few friends interested, but timing
just wasn’t there. She moaned audibly, looking for some sort of relief beyond her humming toy.
“Where do you live? How old are you? Are you married? What do you like?”
She felt like she was interviewing for a position; then she smirked to herself, in reality
she was, her ass, her mouth or her pussy.
She got quite a gang going, even others looking for her, wanting a full report of the
activities in repayment. She made dates with a few, setting up one for that evening that
might lead to something more group oriented another night. With time and a public meeting
place, (She was horny not stupid) she got offline.
She squirmed. After all, she didn’t know these men. She wanted to dress sexy, accessible,
but not so sexy or accessible as to invite danger if the man wasn’t all he was cracked up
to be. She wore a just above the knee miniskirt, one she often wore to work. No nylons,
they’d get in the way, and she hadn’t worn underwear unless necessary for a number of
years now. She wore a soft sweater, one that would tease her skin, and possibly their
hands. No makeup, so perfume, so careful to think of their positions, as some were married,
and who wanted to get snagged on a simple thing like a perfume? She pulled her long coat
over her outfit, fluffed her long hair, grabbed her keys, and headed out the door.
The first meeting. They were to meet at a local college. She was there a few minutes
early, between anticipation and location; it was much closer to her. She sat outside,
waiting to see who came up to her. Students milled around her, some catching rides
from friends and parents. She looked at the time, realizing he was late. If it was one
thing she couldn’t stand, it was someone who was late. But, to be fair, perhaps he had
a problem finding it, or traffic, or parking. So she waited.
A half hour after the designated time, she got up and drove the short distance home.
His loss. While she was still violently horny, and getting hornier by the second, she had
to laugh at her new lesson…some men were all talk, and couldn’t follow up.
“God, I need something…and its not getting any better!” She gets back online, and starts
over, picking up where she leaves off. One who had spoken of meeting, but had been too
late, catching her after the other. Nothing really stood out about him; he was another
in a sea of human sexuality. But he was close, really close. Her mind went offline, and
her libido took over, asking him to meet her at a McDonalds.
She shivered in anticipation, unable to keep her fingers out of her pussy on the way there.
It felt so decadent, so crazy to meet a total stranger for sex. She pulled up, looking for
a blue foreign car. She was a few minutes early, but he was closer to the place than she was.
She saw one, but saw two men in it. It wasn’t exactly the model she’d been told, but she’d
never been good at cars. Perhaps seeing how she was playing online had made him bring a
friend. She saw them look at her, and wondered why they didn’t come over. They looked
uncouth, scraggly. She shuddered for a moment, wondering what she’d gotten into. When
they didn’t come over, she got out of her car, and walked up to theirs.
“Are you here to meet someone?”
“Yes, we are.” The one in the driver seat replied.
“Do you mind if I ask who?” she was still hoping.
“Oh, just his brother.” He jerked a finger at his passenger and he smiled with his tobacco
stained teeth. “You have a blind date?”
“Yeah, is it that obvious?” she smiled, being polite, too relieved to mind anymore.
…End of the part1. To be continued..