Altered Suite of Love
Cynthia lazed naked on the bed, yet her eyes and limbs lacked any hint of contentment.
Her date had left not long ago, having failed dismally to stir any desires in her. He'd climaxed so soon - faster than it took her to manicure her nails.
Her confusion grew. How could a young, virile man's semen be quickly released like that? She sat up, glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
Objectively, Cynthia could be regarded as a stunner. This intensified her confusion.
Thinking about the missed opportunities in previous encounters, she examined her lithe, unclothed body. She fondled her firm tits, admiring how her nipples inadvertently signaled their readiness. She trailed her fingers down her body, relishing the tender curves of her hips before cupping her triangular patch and teasing her frustrated pussy.
She concluded she needed something different. A man with enthusiasm, charm, and imagination - someone who could excite her.
Her eyes fixed on her reflection in the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. She grabbed for her mobile phone.
Though she'd never used this service before, times had changed; she had tired of trial-and-error with horny young men with poor stamina and attention span. She had a number already saved.
"Hello, Love Guns," a husky voice answered.
A jolt traveled through her body.
"I require a real man ASAP," Cynthia declared before questioning herself.
"Is this about sex?" the husky voice inquired.
"Yes," Cynthia declared with haste. "Now. I'm very desperate," she said, feeling powerful as her frustration transformed into an empowering demand.
More silence followed from the other end.
"Are you open to alternate options?" the voice purred.
"What do you mean?" Cynthia enquired, determined to sound calm, despite the rising dismay.
"We'll send someone who's not a real man, but..."
Cynthia pressed for clarification, holding back her panic.
"Your needs can't be met by a real man," the voice explained. "However, if you experience satisfaction with our alternative, we'd appreciate a testimonial from you. Is that acceptable?"
Her anxieties escalating, she accepted the arrangement.
Minutes passed before she mustered the energy to get up off her bed and reach for the phone.
"Yes," Cynthia said tightly, already imagining her helplessness if anything went wrong.
Hanging up, she considered dressing, but deferred, realising the potential of metamorphosing frustration into something else.
A knock sounded on her door.
"It's open," she said, trying to sound casual as she remained off the bed, her emotions mixed.
The knob turned and the door opened slowly.
At first, the dark silhouette at the entrance proved indiscernible, but as the woman entered, the sight of her black bodysuit filled Cynthia with curiosity.
"Hello, Cynthia?" the woman queried. In one hand, she carried a small, black case.
"Yes. Call me Cyn," she said, propped up on her elbows.
"It seems you're in dire need, Cyn," the woman observed, approaching the foot of the bed while scanning the spacious room and Cynthia's exposed body.
"So...tell me in detail about your sexual situation," the woman requested, peering quizzically at Cynthia.
"Let me tell you..." Cynthia revealed, tensing as she recounted her distress, concluding with her latest disappointing encounter.
The woman listened attentively, eyeing Cynthia with intrigue. Then, she lingered on her body, as if sizing it up.
"So, you're in urgent need of pleasure, Cynthia?" the woman confirmed.
"Yes," Cynthia affirmed, her body tense and twitching beneath the woman's observation.
"I'm so tense up," Cynthia admitted as she settled near the foot of the bed, "I'm not even worried that you're not a man. Your services ensure satisfaction."
"We aim to please our clients," the woman in black replied.
"Great. Can you satisfy me?"
The woman in black silently reached over, slowly tracing her fingers up Cynthia's arm until the tips of her nails softly touched her nipple's edge.
"The purpose at Love Guns," she commented as her fingers danced on Cynthia's breasts and up her neck, "is to surprise and delight every client beyond anything they anticipated, even their wildest fantasies."
The frustration within Cynthia's body was far from easing, but as the woman's fingers played along Cynthia's face, ran into her hair, and gripped the back of her head, she sensed a release.
A sensation was building beneath her skin and around her thighs.
"Since you're already naked," the woman in black remarked, "and since I can feel the urgent yearning brewing through every pore of your body," she advised as she inched closer, "you have no need to play coy. Let me tell you, I can easily satisfy you in ways others hadn't."
Cynthia tried her best to decline the emotions churning within her, yet the woman in black was correct; since the moment she'd stepped into the room, her body had already been aching with anticipation.
A primal desire had surfaced, and Cynthia realized this was what she'd craved.
"Now," the woman continued, "if you lay back and relax, allowing me to become more comfortable, I'm sure I can calm you and fulfill that intense craving within you."
Cynthia did as she was told and stretched back onto the bed. She gazed as the woman set down the petite black bag and slowly unzipped her form-fitting bodysuit from the base of her neck to just beneath her bellybutton, exposing the insides of her breast from underneath the shiny material.
Cynthia couldn't help but touch herself as her nullified breasts flashed into view -- saw her abdomen show itself in front of her. Then, as the woman shed her bodysuit completely, Cynthia softly moaned as her fingers grazed the edges of her slick pussy.
"How does it feel?" the woman asked naked in front of Cynthia, "And would you like it to feel even more divine?"
"Please," Cynthia pleaded -- devoid of all boundaries.
"Then allow me," the woman answered as she drew her hands towards Cynthia's and gently took them from her clit.
"I believe we can do better."
She pulled out a curved, pink, strapless dildo from the bag.
She spread her legs apart in front of Cynthia with methodical care, delicately sheathed one end of the dildo within herself, and applied a small dose of lubricant to the remaining length.
"Have you ever imagined, darling Cyn," the woman inquired as she commenced stroking the dildo's length from end to end, "how it might feel if the perfect person entered your life and transformed your outlook entirely?"
"She'd have to be incredibly talented," Cynthia responded, her eyes fixating on the woman's hands sliding the dildo between her thighs.
"Then, let me bestow upon you a treasure," the woman stated as she leaned down closer to Cynthia's waiting body.
"Focus on me intimately, visualizing me any way you desire -- as long as the image stimulates your libido."
Cynthia shut her eyes and struggled to picture her ideal lover in her head, but the second the woman inserted the dildo inside her she began craving to see.
"It's not happening," she whimpered. "I need to see," she muttered, "I must see you, my treasure, to trust that you're the one causing these intense feelings inside me."
The woman maintained her regular rhythm, maintained her consistent thrusts inside Cynthia's hungry pussy -- her hands held firmly to Cynthia's inner thighs as she pounded into her.
"I'm here to serve you, my darling, Cyn," she whispered, "To satisfy any physical pleasures you might wish for. Ones you've never tasted. Ones you've yet to imagine."
"Picture me scouring your depths," she instructed. "Visualize me taking long, slow thrusts, then deep, powerful ones. Give yourselfover to me."
Cynthia's body reacted desperately to the continuous thrusts inside her. She grabbed the headboard as the woman persistently plunged deep into her pussy -- her lips gripping and ungripping the dildo as it invaded her.
She watched as the woman smirked, smiled carefully, aware that Cynthia's verbal capabilities were diminishing -- the intensity of her ferocious thrusts building profoundly within her inner thighs, lower abdomen, and deep in the walls of her drenching clit.
Cynthia was on the brink of climax.
"Who are you?" Cynthia begged.
"No," the woman replied as she continued to fuck her.
"All you have to do is understand how I'm feeling," the lady responded, as she increased the rate of her thrusts.
Cynthia's body was charged with electricity.
The woman continued to drive into her, and Cynthia surrendered, gripping the sheets as her body exploded into ecstasy. The waves of pleasure coursed through her limbs, back into her center.
Cynthia's legs tightly encircled the woman, and she bit her own arm to keep from crying out in shocked pleasure.
Seeing Cynthia's prolonged orgasm, the woman gradually pulled back. With one hand, she stroked Cynthia's legs, while the other gently removed the dildo from her vagina.
Cynthia lay mute on the bed.
"Are you satisfied?" the woman inquired.
Cynthia remained silent, her body still recovering from the overwhelming sensations surging through her like a hurricane.
"Men - there's so much to learn," Cynthia said, sprawling out on the bed. "Before they'll ever fully penetrate the body of a woman."
"That's just how I feel," the woman responded, slipping back into her black bodysuit and vanishing from the room silently.
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