Sex Collections: NEEDFUL FLINGS: A three-volume hot, hung, and hungry sex collection

by Coy, Andrina

She walked slowly up to the table and looked down, waiting for him to explain what he wanted. He in turn stood up and smiled, exposing a row of perfect white teeth that gleamed under the pub’s dim lighting. Though older, his skin remained near flawless and deeply tanned. Mattie guessed his age to be somewhere in the vicinity of sixty.

  “Hello, young lady! My name is Oleg Teplov and I’ve been watching you.”

  Mattie felt her eyes narrow as she considered the implications of Oleg Teplov’s introduction.

  Watching me? What the hell?

  Oleg quickly realized Mattie’s uncertainty.

  “Oh, let me explain! What I meant to say is that I noted your arrival here today, your meeting with friends, and then your departure to the bathroom that followed. So too did I note the man’s return from the bathroom, followed by your friend, and now…here you are! Judging by the looks on their faces, it would seem they do not share your own more developed sense of enjoyment for the more intimate pleasures of this all too brief life, am I right?”

  Mattie placed a hand on each of her hips and gave Oleg a stare meant to let him know she was not one to be easily intimidated.

  “I’m sorry, but I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

  Oleg’s smile widened even further as he pointed to an empty chair across from him.

  “And yet, you remain standing here. You’re intrigued by me, you want answers. So let’s stop with this conventional behavior nonsense and enjoy each other’s company and I’ll do my best to give you answers and then perhaps if you’re interested, tell you how you can be well compensated for your particular desires and talents. Tell me your name, and then please tell me what you would like to drink.”

  Without thinking, Mattie found herself sitting down opposite Oleg, hopelessly fascinated by his presentation. He was unlike any man she had ever met.

  “I’m Mattie – Mattie Martinson. I’ll have an ice water and a Whiskey Sour and you’re going to tell me who the fuck you are and explain why you’re watching me.”

  Oleg snapped his fingers and waited for a waitress to come to their table. Mattie was surprised at how quickly that waitress arrived – a college aged girl with too much makeup and poorly colored blonde hair.

  “My guest would like a glass of ice water and a Whiskey Sour and I’ll have another glass of wine.”

  The waitress gave a quick nod, her nervousness apparent.

  “Yes sir, Mr. Teplov.”

  She knows him.

  Oleg winked back at Mattie, somehow able to read her just formed thought.

  “Yes, she knows me. I am a silent partner of this establishment. One of several business interests of mine, but certainly not my favorite. My favorite, and by far my most profitable, is what required I invite you to my table tonight, Ms. Martinson.”

  Mattie looked up to see her water and Whiskey Sour arriving, as well as Oleg’s dark red wine.

  Both remained silent until the waitress walked away and then Mattie spoke, deciding then to cut through whatever pretentious bullshit the strange older man was attempting to sell her.

  “And what business is that, Mr. Teplov? Oh, and if it involves you offering me money to sleep with you, you can forget it. That’s not my thing.”

  Oleg chuckled after taking a slow sip of his whine, his eyes never leaving Mattie as he did so. There was an odd elegance to his movements that complimented a subtle suggestion of potential danger. Mattie had no sexual attraction to him, but could not deny he was damn interesting.

  “My primary business, my life’s work if you will, is sharing our most basic and fundamental humanity with others – for a price of course. Tell me, Ms. Martinson, did you not just return from fucking with that other man and woman in the bathroom?”

  Mattie’s mouth curled upward into a half smile. She remained determined not to allow herself to appear shocked or intimidated and so answered as if bored by the question, taking a drink of the Whiskey Sour and then shrugging.

  “Yeah, I did, so what?”

  Oleg’s eyes flashed Mattie a warning. He was not one to be spoken to with even a hint of disrespect. He sat silent and unmoving for several seconds before reaching inside his suit jacket with his right hand and then withdrawing a single business card which he then placed atop the table and slid halfway across toward Mattie.

  “On the back of that card I have written a one time, twenty-four hour temporary pass code. This will allow you access to a series of videos. That video represents my offer to you, Ms. Martinson. Consider it an opportunity for you to finally reveal your own considerable talents and potential with another who shares your outlook on how life should and should not be lived. View the video if you wish, and then if you like what you see, and are interested in learning more, or working together with the young man himself, you can meet me here at this very table this same time next week.”

  Mattie pulled the card toward her and then held it between her fingers. On the front were two words: NEEDFUL FLINGS

  On the back, as Oleg had described, was a hand written series of letters and numbers representing a pass code along with a webpage address. Oleg took another drink of wine then glanced at the business card held in Mattie’s right hand.

  “That card represents nearly fifty-thousand international monthly subscribers at a rate of $29 per month, Ms. Martinson. I am confident you would be a most welcome addition to the site - an addition I am willing to see well compensated while also promising to keep your identity hidden from others. You can live both in the more mundane everyday world, as well as the far more exciting and satisfying world of Needful Flings and neither need interfere with the other.”

  Mattie was quickly doing the math in her head.

  Fifty thousand subscribers at $29 per equals nearly $1.5 million a month and over $17 million per year!

  “What is this, some kind of Internet porn thing?”

  Oleg Teplov stood up and straightened his tie, seemingly ignoring Mattie’s question.

  “This table same time next week, Ms. Martinson – I hope to see you then. If not, I will not bother you again, though if you wish to become a regular Needful Flings subscriber, I welcome you to do so.”

  Oleg gave Mattie a half nod and then turned from the table and made his way to the pub’s exit, leaving Mattie to stare down at the web address on the back of the business card while the sounds of forced laughter and pretend happiness that dominated the interior of Tully’s Pub surrounded her.

  4.

  It was nearly midnight when Mattie sat in front of her home computer, the illumination of the 19-inch flat screen monitor the only source of light in the otherwise dark Capitol Hill studio apartment rental she had called home for the last three years.

  Her hands rested atop the keyboard as she considered clicking on the web address link from the back of Oleg’s business card.

  Why am I afraid? This is stupid – just click on the link!

  Mattie opened the link.

  The words Needful Flings emerged in dark bold letters across her screen. Below the title in smaller letters was a video link titled, Sample.

  Mattie paused again, part of her confused as to why she was hesitating in clicking the link. Her left hand reached over to grasp the glass of red wine she had poured herself upon returning home, her mind and body slightly buzzed by the night’s alcohol consumption, the memory of the bathroom encounter with Kelly and Dillon all but forgotten as she finally opened the second link.

  The video began with a tall, well-muscled man walking into a room. His entire face was hidden behind an odd, plastic JFK Halloween mask but Mattie hardly noticed the mask. Instead, her eyes were focused on the man’s enormous and beautiful semi-erect penis that swung slowly from side to side, the end of which gently glanced off the top of his inner thigh as he walked toward a large bed that sat in the middle of an otherwise empty, white-walled room.

  A thin, small breasted woman wearing a matching JFK mask knelt on her knees at the end of the bed awaiting the man’s arr
ival. She gently massaged her pussy with her right hand while motioning for the man to come to her with her left hand. He soon stood before her with a fully erect cock and Mattie was stunned by the enormity of it. Even by porn-cock standards it was a powerfully magnificent bit of man flesh. In all her own sexual exploits she had never witnessed a penis such as the one she now watched via Oleg Teplov’s website link. The sight of it created familiar stirrings from between her legs as she continued to view the video.

  Yeah, but does this guy know how to use it?

  Mattie had been with a number of big-dicked men and found most lacking somewhat in both sexual skill and consideration. They tended to be what she referred to as “pounders”, guys who simply believed the length and girth of their cocks allowed them to get away with not actually learning how to be with a woman so that when done she was left more sore than satisfied.

  The man on her computer screen stood still as the woman began licking up and down and around the shaft and head of his penis while gently stroking it with her right hand. His testicles were nearly as generous as his cock, two large baby-maker orbs that hung proudly between his deliciously defined legs.

  After nearly a minute of having his cock orally satisfied, the man pushed the woman’s face away softly and then crouched down and returned the favor, his face nudging up against her neatly manicured light brown womanhood as his tongue emerged to find a home around her grateful clit.

  Mattie smiled to herself while taking another sip of wine.

  That’s a good boy.

  Finding a man with a big cock who was also happily willing to go down on a woman was nearly as rare as actual intelligent conversation.

  The woman arched her back, her beautifully hard, light brown nipples indicating her satisfaction as she squeezed her pert, smallish breasts with both hands and let out a series of long, satisfied moans that were only partially muffled from behind the plastic mask she wore.

  Mattie inhaled sharply as she watched the man suddenly grasp the woman around her hips and easily lift her up from the bed in a swift and powerful motion, the effort causing the muscles in his back and chest to bulge in a way Mattie found incredibly erotic. It spoke to the kind of power that could easily take even the strongest of women, the kind of power that could both harm and protect.

  The man sat down at the end of the bed and then lowered the woman in a sitting position on his lap facing away from him. Mattie could see the woman open her legs to allow the great cock access inside of her. The head of the penis entered slowly, allowing the woman’s pussy time to accommodate its fleshy guest.

  The quality of the video was such Mattie could see how moist the woman already was as she squirmed atop the man’s lap while his hands reached around to gently tug at each of her nipples. It took nearly two minutes before most of his cock had fully entered her, and even then the woman worked it in and out of her slowly, still giving her body time to adjust to its size and power as her inner juices ran down the length of the man’s long, thick shaft.

  Mattie was now fully engaged both in watching the video and satisfying herself as she did so, her right hand hungrily exploring the space between her legs as her tongue slowly emerged to moisten her lips.

  The masked woman was rocking her body forward and back again with increasing urgency, her moans turning to deep grunts while the fingers of her hands dug into the tops of the man’s thighs. The man in turn had lowered himself toward the bed, his arms holding him up to allow more of his blood-engorged cock to enter the woman’s lust-drenched flesh cave.

  Grunts turned to gasps as the woman’s head began to shake from side to side, her medium length, lightly curled dirty blonde hair swishing over the tops of her narrow shoulders as she did so.

  “Oh my fucking god, that cock! Oh, yes!”

  Each time the head of the massive penis re-entered her, the woman let out with another, “Oh!”

  The man lifted his own hips upward with a series of powerful thrusts to meet the grinding demands of the woman’s body as she neared orgasm. When that orgasm came she let out a long, wailing cry as her legs shook from the pleasured intensity of her release.

  Once her tremors subsided the man lifted the woman off his still engorged member and dropped her onto her back atop the bed. Mattie’s fingers worked herself more vigorously as she watched the man position himself between the woman’s legs and enter her, his buttocks clenching as his cock slid back into her warm-wet embrace.

  The woman’s hands formed small claws as she clenched each of the man’s butt cheeks and pushed him back into her each time he pulled his penis halfway out, her voice yelling out a simple two-worded demand.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  The man paused as just the head of cock remained inside the woman’s pussy, his body frozen as she cried out for him to fully enter her again while her hands attempted to push his groin back down toward her.

  “No…fuck me. Please…fuck me HARD!”

  The man continued to tease her, pushing his member just another inch into her soft drenched walls before quickly pulling back out and pausing yet again.

  The mask was lifted halfway up the woman’s face as she bit down angrily upon the man’s right bicep while simultaneously squeezing his ass even harder. The man cried out from the pain of the bite on his arm as well as from the pleasure of once again entering the woman fully. This time he continued to pleasurably punish her wet box with one forceful and urgent thrust after another, the sound of his large balls slapping against the woman’s ass co-mingling with the sounds of their grunting satisfaction.

  Mattie’s masturbatory lust matched the man’s drilling pace as she felt her own wetness quickly increasing as she neared orgasm. Soon she was crying out along with the man on the video, subconsciously wanting to cum just as he did.

  The masked woman underneath him unleashed a carnal howl as the man somehow managed to pound her even more furiously. Mattie tried to hold off her own release to time it with the man’s and was rewarded with the sight of him pulling out his cock and unloading a spurting torrent of cum that gracefully arced upward and then descended onto the woman’s chest as she urged him on while massaging the thick milky-white substance over her breasts.

  “Yes, all over me, yes!”

  Another series of spurts erupted from the end of the man’s shaft to find a welcome home on the grateful woman’s upper body.

  Mattie could hold off no more as her own orgasm momentarily took over both mind and body, the muscles of her stomach flexing as the familiar vaginal spasms multiplied into several pleasurable warm-tinted waves that radiated outward from her groin and left her gasping for breath – and wanting more.

  Mattie inhaled deeply and waited for the masked man to get up from the bed having concluded his time with the woman, but to her amazement she watched as his semi-flaccid penis suddenly began hardening once again until it soon returned to being fully and powerfully erect.

  What the hell?

  The woman on the bed was grinding her hips again, wanting to feel the fullness of the massive cock back inside of her. The man turned her over onto her stomach and entered her pussy from behind with such force she cried out as each of her hands tightly gripped the bed sheet.

  Mattie was amazed the man had somehow recovered so quickly and was fucking the woman with even greater force than before. This time there was no teasing, no slow entry and exit. It was just pure, uninhibited, animalistic sex.

  The woman’s cries were both of pleasure and pain, and Mattie watched as she came twice more while the man continued to move his cock into and out of her with ever increasing speed and violence as the woman’s face buried itself into the mattress.

  Mattie’s hand reached down once again to locate her throbbing clit, sensing the man was nearing another orgasm and hoping she could catch up to him.

  And then the video abruptly ended, the screen going blank with but a single line to communicate what had happened:

  Preview sample over.

  �
��Ah, c’mon!”

  Mattie tried to replay the sample video but the link no longer worked so she simply sat silently at her small desk inside of her equally small studio apartment and contemplated what she had seen and Oleg Teplov’s recent offer:

  “That card represents nearly fifty-thousand international monthly subscribers at a rate of $29 per month, Ms. Martinson. I am confident you would be a most welcome addition to the site - an addition I am willing to see well compensated while also promising to keep your identity hidden from others. You can live both in the more mundane everyday world, as well as the far more exciting and satisfying world of Needful Flings and neither need interfere with the other.”

  Mattie brought the glass of wine to her mouth and finished it off with a single swallow.

  He wants me to do a video with that man – that incredibly gifted sex-beast of a man. And he’ll pay me to do it! Should I consider it? Am I being crazy to consider it?