The Dark, Insatiable Cravings of Mrs. Harding

By Lissy Bergman

Something had been brewing for a while and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. The fire inside me had been smoldering for weeks. These thoughts kept invading my mind at all hours of the day, distracting me and making my mind wander.

Although I was a faithful wife and mother, my thoughts lead to urges that I could no longer ignore. Every man I passed on the street or worked with was reduced his package. Salami, cucumbers, hot dogs, bottles - anything long and girthy reminded me of my need...

I salivated over magazine ads for men’s underwear and swimwear, as I stared at their nicely rounded bulges.

Finally, I knew I had to do something about the exquisite torture I was experiencing. After much deliberation, I looked into escort agencies and called a few in a neighboring city. I made sure I selected only the classiest of them, ones with clients who expected the best, and who were discrete. I also wanted to work exclusively with black men.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phoenix Rising Publishing
• Release date: Feb 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370805259

Book preview

Something had been brewing for a while and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I was like a bitch in heat and the fire in my pussy had been smoldering for weeks. Thoughts of hard, juicy cock kept invading my mind at all hours of the day, distracting me and making my mind wander.

Although I was a faithful wife and mother, my thoughts lead to urges that I could no longer ignore. Every man I passed on the street or worked with was reduced to a cock. Salami, cucumbers, hot dogs, bottles - anything long and girthy reminded me of my need for cock.

I salivated over magazine ads for men’s underwear and swimwear, as I stared at their nicely rounded bulges. My pussy moistened just at the thought of pulling those briefs down and filling my mouth with their thick cock meat.

Of course, I tried to satisfy my lust with my husband but it was never enough. Each night I’d find new tricks, all kinds of variations of fucking and sucking him, but my mind still drifted to bigger cocks.

Cocks that would stretch my mouth and pussy to their limits, that would make me cry out, and moan and scream.

Finally, I knew I had to do something about the exquisite torture I was experiencing. After much deliberation, I looked into escort agencies and called a few in a neighboring city. I made sure I selected only the classiest of them, ones with clients who expected the best, and who were discrete. I also wanted to work exclusively with black men.

A few tortuous weeks later, I finally received a call from the Hot Chocolate Agency.  The woman explained that they’d been given a request for an escort who would entertain a young black man who was coming to the city to try out for the university’s track team.

She said he was shy, and not accustomed to city life, and had requested an experienced older woman he could feel comfortable with. Our ‘date’ would include dinner and sightseeing, with the intent to show him how nice it would be to go to school there.