The Hunt

6:00am

My loud moans woke me up in the middle of the night. It felt like my heart was going a hundred miles a minute. My breath was ragged, and sweat was dripping down the small of my back. It was the most erotic dream that I had had in a while. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. My craving was back... Every woman has sexual needs, but mine are a little unusual. Every now and again I get powerful urges that are hard for me to get rid of with just one man. I knew it was coming when I started throbbing, but tried to ignore it. Then, every movement I made seemed to feed the fire that was already growing.

I looked at the clock to see that it was time for me to get up for work anyway, so I got up and began taking my shower. The water felt good on my skin. I closed my eyes and let it run over my body. I felt someone come up behind me and put their strong hand up on my shoulder. I lost my breath...

"Your skin's so soft," this deep, sensual voice said in my ear.

Everything in me became aroused. I felt his soft lips on my cheek, then my neck, and felt his powerful tongue stroke my naked skin. I reached back for him and touched his hot, wet skin. Pleased with what I felt, I was eager to feel more. As my hands wandered around his body, his hands explored mine. My body trembled with delight as his hands cupped my full breasts, and his thumbs caressed my erect nipples. A whimper left my throat. I felt him smile up against my shoulder. His hands moved down to my stomach and my hands finally found what they wanted. His dick was nice and thick, with a good length to it. The more I stroked the harder he got. He rubbed the inside of my thighs, and I could no longer think. He pressed his hardness up against me and stroked me with his fingers. His hands made strong circular motions on my desire, and when I felt like I could not take it anymore, he buried his fingers deep inside me. Then I opened my eyes and realized that my hand was the only one in between my legs. Right then, I made up in my mind that I was going to get some today. I turned the water on cold to clear my mind and thought of a game plan. The lioness within me was beginning to pace out of anxiety because all this daydreaming shit was finna run me crazy.

After I got out of the shower, I put on my black, lace boy shorts and the bra to match. Then I made sure I wore my sexiest business attire. I put on my make-up, and pinned my hair up in a tight bun. I looked at myself in the mirror. "Mmm, Nichelle Sikes, I'd fuck the shit outta you," I said to myself with a confident smile. I made sure that I looked inviting, but at the same time professional. When I arrived at my business firm, I wore my best smile. I sashayed into my corporation that was dominated by men, looking for the one who was going to be my temporary fix.

"Hello Ms. Sikes! Lovely day isn't it?" said the security guard at the front desk.

I looked him over and gave him a warm smile. "It sure is," I said before I got on the elevator. Not my type.

Before I got to the eleventh floor, an old man strolled onto the elevator looking all spiffy in his Armani suit. His eyes met mine and then drank the rest of me in. He licked his lips, and I almost busted out laughing. He was too decrepit for my taste. He cleared his throat and fixed his tie, and luckily we arrived at my floor. I left before we could exchange any pleasantries.

I surveyed the eleventh floor on my way to my office, becoming more and more disappointed in the selection that I had to choose from. Every guy was too skinny, too passive, or too uptight. Some guys were just never gonna happen. The lioness in me was becoming really irritated, and so was I.

I sat in my office trying to concentrate on my work. I was on the brink of giving up my quest when there was knock on my door. "Come in," I said trying not to sound agitated. Then a man that was about 6-foot 1 glided into my office. His hair was cut low, and his goatee was cut to perfection. His facial structure was strong, and his eyes were piercing. He wore a white button-up shirt with a canary yellow tie and some black suit pants. I could tell that he had a nice body from the way his shirt fit him. I looked down at his feet and saw that he had some good sized shoes. My heart was picking up speed once again. We have our man! I gave him a confident smirk and said, "How may I help you?"

"I can think of a few ways," he said as he returned my smirk and closed the door behind him. I was taken aback by his suggestive comment, but then I smiled because this was gonna be easy. He tried to look me over and I sat back in my chair so he could get a better view.

"Your name?" I asked as I got up from my seat.

He smiled wider. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners? My name is Reginald Nesbit," his hand shake was firm.

"So for what do I owe the pleasure?" I motioned him to sit down.

"Well I'm new here, and I'm just making my rounds, trying to get to know everybody. From the looks of it, I made the right decision by choosing to work here," he said.

"Well, I'm glad you think so. My name is Nichelle Sikes, and I would like to welcome you personally," I sat on my desk in front of him and slowly crossed my legs.

Reginald squirmed in his chair and nervously rubbed his tie. He cut his eyes at me. "Are you coming on to me?"

"I'm not making any moves that you haven't already initiated," I said matter-of-factly.

"Girl if I wasn't a professional I'd-"

"What?" I cut him off, "Take me up on my offer?"

He looked around and asked, "Is this some type of trick?"

"Not at all Mr. Nesbit," I purred.

His hand moved up my leg as he spoke, "So will this leave the office?"

I bit my lip as I watched his hand move up my thigh. "Not if you don't say anything," I breathed.

He chuckled, "Then that's all I need." He got up and kissed me sweetly, and then more hungrily. I unbuttoned his shirt as I kissed his neck. His hands went up my skirt and cupped my ass. He laid me back on my desk and took off my skirt in one quick movement. I could not believe I was actually doing this until I felt his tongue tasting what I had to offer. At that moment, I did not even care anymore. He was very skilled with his tongue. He rattled my body with firm, sensual strokes. It was hard to keep quiet. He put his hand over my mouth. After he was through, I reached for his pants zipper. When he figured I was having trouble he laughed and unzipped his pants for me. I plunged my hand into his pants and felt something...short and stubby.

"You have got to be kidding me," I said as I kept feeling around, hoping that I had just missed something. Quickly, I put back on my skirt, and pushed Mr. Nesbit back so I could get a better look.

"What's the problem?" he asked not understanding what was going on. I looked down to see his little ass dick that had no hang time whatsoever. My urge was put to rest.

"Zip your pants back up," I said, pissed that I could have lost my job for this shit.

"Man come on girl it's not always about size," Reginald said.

"That'll be all Mr. Nesbit," I said, not masking my disappointment.

He straightened himself back up and looked at me as if hoping I would change my mind. No way in hell was that gonna happen. He left my office mortified, and I slammed my door steaming. I sat in my chair and reflected on what had just happened. I almost died laughing. "Well, at least he had some good head game," I sighed, and went back to work.