Katie Needs It

It had been four long, painful months since Katie's sudden break-up with her long-term boyfriend Rob. They'd been together for four years and Katie had naively assumed she would be with him forever. They were good together – loving, adventurous. Maybe they'd become slightly too comfortable towards the end, but even so Katie was horrified when Rob announced he'd met someone else and just left. Since that night, she'd resolved to throw herself into her work and hadn't been near another man.

Not that she hadn't had attention. She was a very attractive 29-year-old woman; slim, busty, vivacious. On the rare occasions her friends had persuaded her to grudgingly venture out with them for the evening, several men had tried to talk to her, but she had blanked them all. She wasn't interested in playing games with chancers. But she was forced to admit to herself that she missed sex desperately. She had taken to poring over the latest erotic fiction to help relieve her growing frustrations; working from home, she would use her break times to read her red-hot novels and toy with herself using a selection of vibrators. They weren't the same as Rob's cock, but they did the job.

It was a Thursday morning and Katie rose to start work early on her laptop. She was in the middle of working on an important presentation and was keen to get it finished. But much to her irritation, her laptop was playing up, operating very slowly and crashing. Luckily Katie was able to call upon the company's outsourced IT company in these situations and within an hour, Baljit, the middle-aged boss was over to start work on it.

Sadly for Katie, this was not to be a five minute job and after a while, Baljit approached her in the kitchen to announce that he had to visit her office as there had been a problem with the server. "Don't worry, I'm sending over one of my colleagues to sort out your laptop. He'll be here in around 45 minutes," he assured her. And with that, he left.

Katie tutted with frustration at not being able to crack on with her presentation. But she had to admit she was keen to finish her latest book anyway, especially as it was a particularly raunchy novel. So she took herself back to bed for half an hour, knowing she had plenty of time before the latest IT man would be round.

But to her surprise, within 10 minutes the doorbell rang. Not good – Katie was at a very steamy section of the book and was way more aroused that she'd like. But she had to get this laptop mended, so she threw on a pair of joggers and a tracksuit top and answered the door.

Standing there was a lean, athletic young man, probably in his early 20s, his light grey polo shirt stretched taut over his firm chest, his blue eyes staring at Katie as he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Matt. Here to fix the laptop?"

Katie blushed, embarrassed at her scruffy appearance and at his piercing stare as he brazenly eyed her up and down. She was annoyed at his roving eye and without returning his glance, simply stood to one side and replied: "In the sitting room."

As he breezed past her, Katie couldn't help but breathe in his scent. His physique was impressive and in different circumstances, Katie might be keen to flirt with this young hunk. But she was hardly looking her best and was still very much sick of men. She just wanted him to get the job done and get out.

Nonetheless she didn't see any point in being rude so she offered a cup of tea and went into the kitchen, leaving Matt to get on with sorting out her IT issues. "I can definitely sort out *your* problem," he said as she left the room. She looked at him and he wasn't smiling, just staring. His double meaning didn't feel like harmless flirting and she was rather unsettled.

She put the kettle on and stood in the kitchen waiting for it to boil. Suddenly she was aware of a presence nearby, but before she could turn away from the worktop, Matt was right behind her, almost touching her.

He moved his head to her shoulder. She froze. "What are you doing?" she said quietly, not moving.

"I could smell your wet pussy the moment you answered the door," he replied slowly. "You must be absolutely gagging for it."

Katie was incensed. "How fucking dare you! Get out of my personal space. In fact just get out!"

She pushed past him and headed for the kitchen door but before she could get there, Matt grabbed her arms with both hands and forced her face up against the wall.

"Now now, no need to be like that Katie," he said menacingly into her ear. "Why not just admit you're fucking horny and dying for some hard young cock?"

She was disgusted with him and his language, but to her horror she also found that she was turned on by his dominance of her. Before she could even reply he slipped his warm hand down the front of her jogging bottoms. He swiftly used his foot to open her legs wider and in no time he was gently stroking her soaking wet pussy. "My God, you're even wetter than I expected," he said, taunting her as he toyed with her clit.

"Stop it!" she said quickly. "You can't do this! You can't!" But she put hardly any force behind her words and instinctively thrust her pussy forwards as he fingered her. "You can't do this..." she repeated helplessly, almost sobbing.

"Yes I can," he replied. "I'm doing it right now. Do you really want me to stop?" His cockiness somehow turned her on even more. She was appalled with his presumptuousness and at her own lack of fight - but the reality was it had been way too long since a man had touched her, and here was a genuinely gorgeous young hunk stroking her cunt so deftly she thought she might come straight away.

She threw her head back against his shoulder. "You have to stop...now," she said breathlessly, "I can't do this, it's wrong."

But again he ignored her and used his left hand to turn her face towards him, kissing her passionately, then used the same hand to unzip her tracksuit top where underneath he found two rock hard nipples desperate for his attention. He ran his hand over both of them and despite her continued protests she found herself melting into him.

Suddenly he spun her round and grappled her quickly to the floor. Before she could even react, his mouth was on her left nipple, swirling his tongue around it. He started pulling down her jogging bottoms and she felt his rock hard cock through his jeans grinding against her soaking wet crotch. Still she made an effort to try and resist, disgusted at him and indeed herself.

But she knew deep down she desperately needed this; her body was actually demanding it. Matt got up to his knees and pulled off his polo shirt, revealing a lithe, tanned, hairless torso. More moisture flooded her pussy. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his thighs. He wasn't wearing any boxers and his erect cock sprang free. Katie licked her lips at the sight of it – it was way bigger than Rob's and she instinctively opened her legs wider, readying herself for him.

Matt glanced down at her glistening pussy and smirked as he moved on top of her, holding himself up by his muscular arms. "You wanted me to fuck you the moment you answered the door, didn't you," he said, staring into her eyes, his look one of pure lust. "No," said Katie, refusing to return his stare.

"Yes you did, you lying slut! Look at you, spread out on the floor, your legs wide open for a total stranger." To her shock, she became even more turned on by his humiliating words. "You want me to spear that wet pussy with my dick. Admit it. It's all you wanted from the moment you saw me."

He moved his cock to the entrance of her quivering wet cunt and held it there, feeling the warmth radiating from it.

"No, it's not true," said Katie again, resisting him but biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

"You want me to ram it inside you as hard as I can, you want me to make you scream. Admit it! Say it, you slut!"

It was true – Katie was now desperate to be fucked senseless but she wasn't going to freely admit it to this stranger.

"Say it!" he repeated, now rubbing his dick up and down her swollen pussy lips, driving her wild.

She couldn't take it. "Yes!" she said finally. "God yes, I want you to fuck me hard. I need to feel you inside my pussy. Do it!"

Matt grinned at her slutty response, and in one swift movement, entered her and pushed himself balls deep inside of her.

She screamed at the glorious intrusion by such a huge dick, and wrapped her legs around him. He held his breath and luxuriated in the feeling of being inside her tight wet pussy bareback for a second or two before exhaling, pulling out and immediately thrusting himself fully back inside, causing her to arch her back in ecstasy as her pussy quickly accommodated the size of his massive cock.

Quickly he began to fuck her, sliding gloriously in and out of her hot cunt. She screamed out with every thrust, digging her nails into his back as his pubic bone came into contact with her swollen clit. Then he sped up the pace further, ramming himself violently into her, holding himself up by his arms and just fucking her with abandon, treating her like little more than a blow up doll.

Katie was swept along and all inhibitions had gone. "Fuck me!" she screamed, squeezing as hard as she could against his thrusting dick. He ploughed mercilessly into her, literally fucking away her four months of frustration, sending Katie into a state of white-hot ecstasy.

"I'm coming inside you whether you want it or not," he sneered, grunting as he continued his rapid thrusting. Katie hadn't even considered the implications of this but being taken so roughly by a hunky alpha male, her most base instincts were simply to lie there and let him do whatever he wanted, to let him spill his potent seed inside of her. She started fantasising about his cum filling her, pouring down her thighs. The thought sent her over the edge and she began to orgasm – a savage orgasm that shook her entire body, causing her to scream out again.

Matt felt the contractions from her pussy against his cock, and pushed against them even harder. He started matching her screams with loud grunts of his own. "Are you ready for it?" he said, staring at her, pushing himself as far inside her as he could.

"Yes!" she wailed, still climaxing, her body alive with intense pleasure. "Do it! Do it now!" He obliged, almost roaring as he came.

She felt the hot splash deep inside her as he started to cum, coating the inside of her pussy. He carried on thrusting as she instinctively milked his cock with her muscles, desperate for every drop to fill her to the brim. It spurted into her again and again, leaving her breathless and wondering if it would ever end.

Finally he finished cumming and collapsed on top of her, still rock hard inside her pussy and determined to leave it there as long as possible.

The brutal reality of the situation hit Katie very quickly as she lay there on her hallway floor. She felt like the cheapest of sluts, her legs wide open for the repair man, his warm cum dribbling down her thighs. Her orgasm had subsided and she used all her might to push him off her, pull up her jogging bottoms and run to the bathroom, locking the door.

She listened at the door and soon heard Matt whistling to himself and fiddling with his IT tools so she guessed he was getting on with the job he was actually sent here to do. Cocky bastard.

Katie felt utterly ashamed of herself, but there was no denying she had also enjoyed that intensely erotic experience. She had never been taken like that against her will. Matt's cock had been bigger than any of her dildos and the way he'd dominated her so completely was a new and exciting sensation for her.

After a long period of reflection, she finally showered and plucked up the courage to leave the bathroom, almost shaking as she opened the door in her dressing gown. Straight away she could see Matt, sitting at the sofa, looking like he was relaxing at home. Katie had to admit he was incredibly sexy, although undoubtedly a man who treated women as mere sex objects. She knew she should be appalled with him but her inner slut couldn't help but leer at him.

"All done," he said breezily. "Should be fine now." He stood and faced her again. His tone quickly shifted. "Anything else I can do for you before I leave?"

From behind the sofa, Katie returned his gaze, arms folded and said stiffly: "No thanks – you've done quite enough."

Matt casually walked up behind her and said: "Are you sure Katie?" gently running his hands up and down her arms and nuzzling her neck.

Against her better judgement she moved her head to one side to allow him better access, feeling her pussy moisten at his touch, but repeated: "No. I think you should leave." He kissed and licked the side of her neck and she quietly moaned as he did so. He slipped his hand inside her dressing gown (she made no effort to stop him despite her protests) then gently teased her aching nipples with his fingers as she accepted the inevitability of the situation once again.

Suddenly Matt pinned her lower half against the sofa and pushed her shoulders down, over the top of the cushions so she was bent over in front of him. He quickly flipped the bottom of her dressing gown over her back, then slid his jeans down and began rubbing his iron hard cock up and down her pussy lips, using her flowing juices to lubricate his dick once more. He used his left hand to pin her back down, although Katie wasn't particularly resisting.

Katie wasn't interested in any more foreplay, she was more than ready for round two and thrust back against him, forcing the hot tip of his dick inside her. Matt considered teasing her some more but it was obvious she was still desperate for cock, so he pushed himself fully inside, grunting as he did so.

Just that noise made her pussy dampen still further. She moved her legs even further apart in the hope of somehow feeling him even deeper inside her. He began fucking her again, once more not interested in taking it slow, just hammering away at her wanton pussy which hadn't seen any action for so long but was now being ruthlessly speared for the second time in less than an hour.

Matt grabbed a good handful of her hair and pulled her head up, bending over her so he could talk closer to her ear. "I should charge you double," he taunted, sneering as he did so. "You needed servicing far more than the laptop, you dirty little bitch. It's a while since I've met a woman as slutty as you. Nice tight pussy though – you obviously haven't had any dick up you in a long time."

With that, he slid his prick out of her and threw the bottom half of her body over the cushions so she was lying face up on the sofa, her dressing gown now wide open, exposing her breasts and pussy. She moved one leg over the top of the cushions and one on to the floor so she was splayed wide open for him, now desperate for their torrid session to resume.

He wasted no time moving on top of her, but rather than re-enter her immediately, he started licking and gently biting her erect nipples. She thought she might cum just with that stimulation. Soon he could wait no longer, and holding himself up by his arms, he thrust himself back inside her warm cunt, which virtually sucked him in.

She screamed again as he re-entered her and urged him to fuck her as hard as he could. Matt obliged, pumping his dick in and out of her with wild abandon until she felt the onset of another massive orgasm.

With her pussy muscles squeezing against his cock again, Matt knew he wouldn't last much longer and he needed to get on to his next job, so he pounded her several more times, held himself balls deep inside of her, then unleashed his hot semen inside her, gently thrusting as he came inside her fertile pussy for the second time in quick succession.

Seconds later, he was up and ready to leave. He placed his card on her coffee table, picked up his tools and said nonchalantly: "Next time you need it, call me."

"Piss off you cocky little shit," muttered Katie as he walked out. But as she lay there, exhausted and spent, she wondered if she'd be able to resist his offer.