Chapter 1: Solo Ministrations

‎Elena was seething with annoyance. this was the tenth time she had tried to call her husband, and the tenth time she was lead to voicemail.

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‎Her p***y clenched for the 100th time. She had woken up feeling such intense need for s*x, and it didn't help that she was alone.

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‎"Ugh!! What the f**k is going on with me?"

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‎She looked at the calendar and then slowly calculated with her fingers just as realization dawned on her, of course she was ovulating. That was why she had woken up feeling like a dog in heat.

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‎She shook her head and tried to dispel the slutty thoughts that crowded her brain. Her husband Alex was the CEO of an investment company has been away for work for a month.

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‎"What's the difference?" she sighed as she walked to her private suite bedroom. "... it's not like he will f**k me the way I want it, anyways".

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‎Her husband was the full definition of a good guy. He was so soft.

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‎Elena was 23 years old when she got married to Alex who was 31.

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‎When they first got married, she almost thought he was a virgin by how softly he had taken her. They had never had s*x until their wedding night.

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‎He was such a handsome young man, so she didn't suspect he would be so slow and boring in bed.

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‎And even now after two years in her marriage, she still wondered how she ended up in this situation. He had such a great body, Elena always stared at him in the shower and shook her head at how much of a waste it was on him.

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‎She was use to getting f****d rough and raw.

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‎She loved being tied up, spit on and gagged. She loved getting impaled by a big c**k while being choked, she wanted strong arms around her neck, she wanted to see the stars as she nearly black out from lack of air to her brain, tears running down her eyes.

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‎Sometimes, while her husband was on her, she would close her eyes and imagine being tied and spanked by him.

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‎She didn't know whether to be thankful or not that he was not home often.

‎Because then, she didn't have to suffer through bouts of boring sex.

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‎But then, wasn't it better to have him, than to have no s*x at all?

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‎If only she could tell him what she really wanted without sounding like a slut. she knew he also found her attractive.

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‎He had said so very often before they got married even after. He would softly kiss her forehead and whisper "Beautiful. So beautiful"

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‎Maybe that was why he was never rough with her and treated her like a breakable egg shell.

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‎Elena shook her head desperately as she locked her bedroom door safely behind her as she entered the room.

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‎Why was she so horny? Right, she was ovulating. "Or maybe I'm just a damn slut" she said to herself as she walked into her bathroom.

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‎Elena stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes and cheeks looked sunken, the lust very evident in her bright blue eyes as she kept looking.

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‎Her pale, slender hand trailed from her eyes down to her luscious lips and then lower to her neck and eventually to her breast.

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‎It had been two months since she had s*x last and it was beginning to affect her. She was so horny and all Elena could think about now was having her husband's c**k ramming into her.

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‎"When will he be back? I can't continue like this..."

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‎She grabbed her breasts with both hands, feeling them through the fabric of her thin blouse.

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‎"So swollen... So full, God! Look at that."

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‎She stared at herself in the mirror, her mouth slowly opening as her lust kept building.

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‎"Well if Alex wouldn't come home soon, I guess..."

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‎Elena's hand slipped lower, lower, past her navel as she skimmed the top of her shorts for a second before dragging it down to expose her skin.

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‎She turned to expose her beautiful, petite ass. Her smooth skin glittering under the florescent lights.

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‎The cold air stung her wet pussy as leaned against the bathroom tiles, watching herself in the mirror as her fingers began to make slow circles around her clit.

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‎"Oh yes"... she chanted. Her eyes dropped as the first wave of pleasure hit her.

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‎Already slick and wet with her arousal, Elena's fingers moved quickly, in and out, in and out. She shivered, already feeling the intense orgasm coming. Her hips buckled in rhythm with her fingers. Her tight p***y clamped down on her fingers hungrily.

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‎Elena's eyes closed completely, imagining her fingers was the hard p***s of her husband.

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‎"Oh yes... Oh yes!!!"

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‎Another bolt of electricity went through her straight to her overcharged core.

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‎She imagined his broad back, gleaming with sweat as he rammed his d**k into her to the very base. His mouth also agap from the pleasure her p***y gives him.

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‎She imagined him biting his lips and groaning deeply as he neared his release.

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‎Elena's hands worked quicker, this time, she flattened four fingers on her p***y, rubbing them to and fro, front and back on her clit as she slid to the floor of the bathroom.

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‎"Oh I'm cumming! Yes baby, ohhh yesssssss..."

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‎She imagined him breathing into her ear, groaning and moaning.

Elena could barely keep her voice from rising as she whimpered.

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‎There were housekeepers in the house She didn't need them being nosy and coming to find her with her fingers buried deep inside her.

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‎The thought of being discovered made Elena's heart race, her p***y quaked and pulsed. Her body kept shivering due to the weight of her release.

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‎After her short session upstairs, she washed herself, dressed up and came back downstairs to the kitchen.

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‎Her main housekeeper was beaming at her as she walked in.

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‎"Good morning Ma'am" the old lady said.

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‎"Madam Felicia, you know better than to call me Ma'am. It's Elena, remember?"

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‎"Yes, I do Ma'am, uh... Elena. It's a force of habit."

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‎"Oh well, just keep saying Elena and it will become a habit too, won't it?"

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‎Her housekeeper smiled and looked at her, Elena moved her face away, hoping Felicia would not see how red her cheeks still were.

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‎She was not nearly satisfied even after f*****g herself in the bathroom, her p***y still quaked and clenched.

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‎"Ma'am... Elena, remember I told you my son will be coming to be with me and help out for two weeks while I take my medication and regain my strength".

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‎"Oh yes, I remember. Is he here already?" Elena asked.

‎She remembered Felicia was sick and had asked for two weeks off and had also begged that her son come take care of her here since she lived with them.

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‎Elena had initially said yes, but she had almost forgotten.

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‎"Yes, he came in while you were in the bathroom. I called for you but you didn't respond."

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‎Had she been so busy, she hasn't heard anything? Elena blushed inwardly at the thought.

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‎"Well then, you should be resting. I'll have the other housekeepers take up the work you were previously doing, and then..."

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‎She stopped speaking when she heard a masculine voice clear his throat.

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‎She whirled and came face to face with a chest, tightly wrapped in a white T-shirt. Dark swirls of tattoos peeking out from under the shirt that clung onto the masculine, muscled body.

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‎"Oh, Elena. Meet my son. Ryan."

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‎Elena swallowed loudly.