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She leaned forward, her breast enticingly near his
lips.

“Help me, Maggie.” His voice was agonized. “Lift your
breast to me, hold it for me.”

She did so, gladly. Still holding his dick tightly
inside her pussy, never breaking her pace, she held her breast and
leant forward enough to put it to his lips. He sucked and nipped,
she screamed, and his cock contracted. He groaned. Maggie felt him
come and fill her. She convulsed and her climax surrounded them,
her moans mingling with his, as gradually they both came down from
their high.

She slumped across his chest, his cock still deep
inside her, his hand on her back, stroking and soothing, his breath
on her cheek.

“Ahh, Maggie, I do love you so. It was worth all the
subterfuge, the conspiracy, just to see your…” He paused and she
could feel his laughter. “Face.” She felt his lips on her hair, as
he smoothed it down her back. “And the rest of you. Well, it will
be if you sit up and let me feast my eyes. As long as you don’t
move off me, and put me out of you yet, that will happen soon
enough. I don’t have the staying power these days I’m afraid, but
one day…” His voice trailed off. Maggie heard the sadness and the
hope.

“One day,” she replied. “And soon I bet.”

He laughed and the action moved his cock ever closer
to the entrance of her pussy and out of her. “You don’t bet.” He
reminded her.

‘I do now,” she said. “In fact, I bet you we’ll be
having marathon sex very soon. Within three months. I win, you buy
me a Prada handbag. You win…” She paused.

“You have a clit ring,” he said, laughing. “But maybe
that’s my incentive to drag my heels.”

Maggie made her mind up. “If I win I’ll have one. If
I lose you have two.”

He winced. “Ouch, that’s an incentive all right.
Three months from today?”

She nodded and kissed him on the nipples, ending it
with a tiny nip as his cock seeming with reluctance slid out of
her, the essence of him remaining in her as a reminder of what had
been.

Her phone bleeped.

“You need to get that, love, it’ll be for me,” he
said. “Session time’s up, I bet.”

He was right. Slowly she helped him wash and dress,
each touch etched in her memory, as all too soon she watched him
leave.

His last words whispered as the door closed behind
him.

“Session interrupted briefly, love. Normal service to
be resumed as soon as possible.”

Oh how she hoped so.

Chapter Four

“Got to dash, girls. I’ve got a computer lesson.”
Well, what else could she call it? Especially to two
preschoolers.

Her sister smiled knowingly, and she didn’t know the
half of it. “That’s a new name for it,” Suze said. “But I guess
it’s as good a euphemism as any. Enjoy your lesson.” She
winked.

Maggie laughed, and waved. As usual she was running
late, something that seemed to be happening more and more lately.
She was so tired. The last two months or so had been hard. Many
nights she woke up in the early hours, frustrated, hot, wanting and
in tears. More often than not, as she logged on to her PC, eager
and waiting to see those words
Session ready
, she was
disappointed and saw,
Session delayed, Session unavailable,
or even one awful day.
Session denied
.

How dare they deny her, her session? But they could,
and they did.

The week before those three months were up, she could
count on the fingers of one hand how many times she’d been in touch
with him. She’d worn out the battery in her vibrator, smashed two
vases and a plate in her frustration, and her keyboard was
pristine. It even got to the point where she couldn’t be bothered
to masturbate. There seemed to be no point. Yes, she was
permanently horny, but felt no interest in self-help. She wanted
him or nothing.

She wasn’t eating, felt sick, and craved polony. She
hated polony.

Suze dragged her to the doctors, and held her as she
fell to pieces, and cried all over her, the doctor and the
receptionist.

“Really? Oh wow.” She could pinpoint the exact day,
it would be hard not to. Now if only she could see
Session about
to begin
, life would be almost perfect.

Eagerly she logged on.

And waited.

And waited. Finally the screen lightened and the
cursor moved. Eagerly Maggie moved closer, as if it would bring
them together.

Session is no longer available; session has been
discontinued on this site.

She burst into tears. No, she needed her session,
now, it was important, she had things to say.

Staring at the screen didn’t help.

She tried a text to the number she’d used all those
weeks ago.

This number is no longer live.

“Well, for fuck’s sake,” she shouted to the empty
room. “I need it live, I need my session, I need it.”

She was crying as the doorbell rang. The last few
nights it had been her neighbor to borrow milk, the daughter of an
old school friend asking for sponsorship, and someone looking for a
house in the next street. She didn’t hold out a lot of hope that
this caller would be any more interesting.

Morosely she put on the chain and opened the door. A
foot slipped into the gap.

“Open for me, Love. And not just the door.”

“What? Oh shit.” Her fingers fumbled with locks and
chains and then she was in his arms.

“It’s you, really you?” Maggie said over and over
again. “How long are you here for? How long do I have this session?
Do you have to go back?”

He shook his head. “I’m home now, Maggie, home for
good. Look.” He pointed behind him. “No wheelchair, no stick—well,
not often. Session is no longer unavailable, interrupted or
finished. Session is about to start. So love, how’s your clit
feeling? Ready for a ring?”

Maggie shuddered. “Ee, well, maybe, but first…” She
didn’t have a chance to finish.

“First,” he interrupted. “I’m going to love you, fuck
you, screw you senseless. All night. Then we’ll discuss rings, and
anything else we need to. Take me to bed, woman.”

Maggie took his hand and led him into their bedroom,
her heart pounding. He really was home. All those long months of
rehabilitation, and finally he was here.

“Chair?” she asked. “Are you watching?”

He shook his head. “Oh no, I’ve been an onlooker for
too long. I’m in you every which way tonight until we both are so
sated we can’t move. My cock is begging to be in your sweet pussy,
your tight ass, your warm mouth. Everywhere. So strip.”

Never had a command sounded so sweet. She watched as
he carefully climbed onto the bed and leaned against the headboard,
almost fully dressed—the snap of his jeans was undone.

“And you,” she asked.

He nodded. “Soon, but first I want to watch you, feel
my cock rub against my zip and know it will soon be released from
prison. Then slide into you slowly, savoring every moment, before
fucking you senseless. Then turn you over and slide into your ass,
and coming again. And again and again. So … shall we begin? Session
starting?”

Maggie got onto the bed and put her finger into her
pussy, coating it with her juices, before offering it to him, to
suck and taste. He pulled the digit into his mouth and moaned
around it.

“You taste of heaven. Hell, the thought of you kept
me going through those long months apart. Each step I took brought
me nearer to you, to the thought of this night. Fuck me, Maggie,
please. Love me all over, let me love you, let’s be together,”

Slowly she moved his zipper downwards and cradled his
cock in her hand. “Heaven,” he whispered.

“Heaven,” she agreed, and hitched her skirt up around
her waist. “Can I sit on you, feel your cock in me and feel you
fill me with your cum?”

His breath hitched, and he sighed. “My pleasure,
love. Hell, Maggie, we can do anything now.” He pushed deep into
her.

“Even make babies,” she said.

“Even that if you want. Normal service has been
resumed.” He began to move inside her.

Maggie knew she was home.

“It has. We have,” she said happily. “Session no
longer interrupted. Two little Sessions will arrive in seven months
or so.”

He stilled, his cock buried deep inside her. Maggie
undid the buttons on his shirt, and put her hands on his chest.
“You, Mr. Session, are a very clever man. Once quickie in nine
months and here we are. We’re going to be parents.” She waited
anxiously.

“What are you doing?” His cock was out of her faster
than she could say fuck me. “Why are you out of me? I want to feel
you in me.”

Instead she found herself hugged, rolled over under
him and ruthlessly kissed.

“Is it safe? Will I hurt you?”

Maggie laughed and tugged his jeans down. “You’ll
hurt me if you don’t get that dick in my pussy and fuck me
furiously,” she said frankly, and then blushed. “Hell, six months
ago, I’d not have said that. That’s what six months of a virtual
Session and not the real thing has done for me. But I don’t want it
again. Virtual you helped, but I prefer the real thing. Well, most
of the time anyway.”

He laughed with her. “Phew, I’m glad about that. I’d
hate to think I’d been usurped by an inanimate object.”

Maggie looked at him; she hoped he could see all her
love in her expression. “Not a chance, though now you’re here with
me, I can tell you, that those sessions were the making of me. It
was my chance to tell you things I’d never dare to have admitted to
face-to-face. And some of those objects you sent me weren’t exactly
inanimate now, were they?”

“Did you mind? Were you happy using them?” He paused.
“Do we carry on using them?”

Now was the time to be totally open and honest.

“As long as I get your hot, hard, real pulsing cock
in me as well, I’m happy. I was glad you sent them to me, and once
I fathomed some of them out, I was very happy using them.” She
giggled. “And as for carrying on using them? Why not, as long as
you don’t mind if I return the favor?”

He kissed her nose. “Not at all, tit for, well, tit,
I guess.”

“Now there’s a thought.” Maggie had never felt so
happy. After those long, cold and worrying months, when even those
short sessions and her sense of being sated after them made her
feel guilty and alone, now she was on top of the world—and on top
of him. Wriggling out from under him, she threw his jeans on the
floor, and crawled up the bed and over his body, her breasts
rubbing their way upwards until her clit sat snug on his cock.

“The start of a new session, do you think?”

****

She sat up in bed, a baby on each arm happy,
satisfied and smug. The computer screen flickered.

Session about to begin.

Careful not to wake either baby, she put then onto
the duvet and adjusted the camera. A face appeared on the
screen.

“Hi, my loves? Are you all well?”

Maggie grinned. These sessions were not so regular
now. In fact, now they tended to be for pleasure rather than
necessity. This one
was
necessary. His last check up, his
last enforced absence.

“Hi, glad our session is here. Though no hot sex this
time, just hot chicks!” She giggled. Twin one gurgled, twin two
burped.

He laughed. “Hot chicks indeed. I love you all, and
remember, session interrupted, normal service will be resumed as
soon as possible.”

She couldn’t wait!

The End

Other Books by Raven McAllan:

Virgins Behaving Badly

Kassanna

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

Daria tapped her nails in a quick staccato on the
desk, glancing around her to confirm there was no one looking over
her shoulder. Taking a deep breath she pressed the enter button
several times. The chatter of her co-workers grew louder behind her
as they came back from lunch. Daria swirled her chair around to see
how close the group had gotten.

“Come on…come on” She begged the computer monitor
blinking before her.

The screen went blank. Her private chat opened in a
flash of color.

Hey babe, What’s up?
[Whiteknight1975]

Hey there yourself. I wanted to talk with you but
my lunch is almost over.
[Blackqueen77]

Daria blew her breath upward, ruffling her bangs.

I have a few minutes. What would you like to talk
about?
[Whiteknight1975]

I’m not sure I like this new job. I feel
restricted.
[Blackqueen77]

She typed quickly before lifting her head to peek at
the wall clock.

How? I thought you said that was a great job.
[Whiteknight1975]

It is, I guess. I miss talking to you throughout
the day. My other job gave me more freedom computer-wise. Here the
security is tighter and you have to log in to do everything.
[Blackqueen77]

*Smile* you’re just jonesing for a little
whiteknight1975 but I’m here and we can talk later. I have to go.
Log on tonight and wear something sexy. L8TR.
[Whiteknight1975]

Daria closed out her chat and rose from her chair to
stretch. Rolling her shoulders, she looked over her cubicle walls
and peered at the sea of people rolling in from their lunch break.
Pressing a hand to her mouth to cover a yawn, she left her tiny
cell of an office and walked to the break room for a soda and snack
before her lunch was officially over.

It would have been smarter for her to make a run with
everybody else but it seemed more important to talk with her
cyber-lover whiteknight1975. They had been chatting for a few
months after meeting in a chat room for chess players. Catching
each other online, they played a few games, and soon they were
connecting outside of the site in a private chat he’d set up.
Sometimes they played chess, while on other occasions they talked
but lately they had been getting more intimate. Daria stared at her
reflection in the snack machine. She’d had the best sex of her life
and it had been with herself.