Insatiable Sondra (Full length version of The Toy Boy) For Adults Only!

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Contains Sexual References & Violence.

Written for grown ups!

This work shall not be reprinted, copied, or reproduced, in paper or electronically without consent.

G. H. Bright is identified as the author of this work

Cover Image courtesy of Victor Habbick at freedigitalphotos.net © victorhabbick.com

Originally a short story entitled The Toy Boy, published 13. 12. 2012

Opening the door, he pushed it all the way and stood there in complete shock.

Beth lay at the foot of the stairs, her arms at her sides, palms turned upward, naked and very, very dead.

Bobby knew it was her, the long blonde, bottled hair, showing the brown roots, matted with blood. Her buttocks with the birth mark clearly visible and the long slender legs, slightly apart, all told him it was her.

These images told Bobby this was the body of Beth. He couldn’t tell from the face that it was Beth because there simply wasn’t a face.

What had once been a pretty and cheerful face was now a mass of unrecognisable blooded pulp. The head turned to the right, but nothing of the horror of death was seen. There were no eyes.

She had been repeatedly struck in the face, nowhere else, or so it seemed, and she had not fought her attacker either, no defensive wounds to the hands and nothing to suggest a struggle.

Beth had been hit off guard; fallen, and been beaten where she lay. The pooling blood said it all, not sprayed about the hallway, not flung across the walls, just pooled into a puddle where she lay. Blood all around her, soaking into the thick shag of the cream carpet.

Bobby came forward, at last galvanized into movement as he started breathing again. He had stood holding his breath for an age but now something in his mind clicked, and he came to her.

Kneeling, he checked her pulse; there was none, not that he expected a pulse, but he tried for one anyway in desperation and pitiful hope. He stood, still in complete shock, and looked up the stairs.

Bobby didn’t want to go up there, he was scared of what he would find. But Bobby had to go up the stairs, he knew that. Sondra could be up there, injured or dead. Either way he had to go up to the bedroom, he had to get to her, to help Sondra. Possibly to also say goodbye to her as well.

Bobby started on the first step and waited. No sounds, the attacker lay in wait, or had vanished. He had to go up there, just had too. The house was cold, colder than he had ever noticed before, and it was quiet, so very quite.

Second step, third, Bobby waited again, listening, holding his breath. His legs felt like lead, his stomach a sea of sickening uncertainty. He continued his climb, limbs working in slow motion, his whole being hurting. Ring the police...Go up there, ring the police, go up there, Sondra needs you…

Bobby didn’t see the hammer beside Beth, the hammer with his fingerprints all over it. Even if he had, he would not have understood how his prints could be on a murder weapon. The image just didn’t compute. Bobby also had no idea that he imprinted his own size nine on the stair. The size nine sole now covered in Beth’s blood left a very distinctive mark on the step.

But the fact was Bobby had not seen anything really, he had not seen this coming and he did not see what was coming still. A pawn in a game gone wrong, Bobby would suffer the consequences of his own failings and naivety. Bobby had been played by Sondra, but, as he was soon to find out, he had been played by other people too. For Beth and maybe for Sondra it was all over. For Bobby, the nightmare was just beginning.

Five Months Beforehand

Sondra went to the Bar with one thought on her mind and one thought only.

She had long ago got over the fear of walking into a bar alone. A single female was always a target for the lecherous type, the drunken leering slob, but she had quickly come to terms with that and felt proud of herself for doing so. She realised quite quickly that she held the power, really. This was the second public house she had entered that night and luckily for her it would also be the last. She found what she was looking for almost immediately.

Sondra sat alone at a small table, looking for all the world like she was waiting for someone. That kept the single men, the ones who just kept looking her way but kept their distance, at bay. In truth, Sondra was waiting for a date; she just hadn't found him yet.

At last her eyes settled on a small group across the room. She spied Bobby sitting with friends, laughing and joking. There were a few males, and a few females in the group. He was attached to none that she could see. She knew his name before they spoke; she'd heard the small group call him Bobby. Sondra always liked to be one step ahead where possible and keep her man wondering.

All she wanted that night was a young man. Somewhere between eighteen and twenty five; although if good looking enough she’d stretch to twenty-eight, was the kind of age group Sondra preferred. A one night only affair was all Sondra wanted. It was all she needed. A young stud to take away the longing in her body, the throbbing between her legs that seemed to grow stronger as each hour passed.

Any young man Sondra picked had to have the right look and presence, hold himself well and be clean and fit. Her hunger might need feeding but there were still standards to be adhered to.

She did not look for a body-builder type, the muscle bound fruit bar, but she look for a man who would not look out of place transformed into a Roman Bust. She looked for a man well muscled and toned, but not over the top in any way. A man with looks and stamina was what Sondra wanted and demanded.

She chose Bobby. Brown haired, fit as fuck, Bobby.

A few of the friends left and Bobby went to the bar for more drinks, one for him, and one each for the two remaining mates.

Sondra made her way to the bar, knowing people were watching, even in a crowded bar she drew attention. The way she dressed and the way she moved saw to that. Woman on a mission was what other females saw; the men always seemed oblivious to that signal. Always thinking with their cocks, they missed the signals and saw only a woman interested in them.

‘Buy a lady a drink?’ she said, leaning into Bobby, speaking into his ear to be heard, and pressing her right breast into his left arm. Black curls draped across one shoulder of a little black dress, and dark brown hazel eyes looked at Bobby from under lavish lashes. Lush lips, deep red and moist looking parted slightly as she looked into his eyes.

Bobby smiled and half turned. He knew she had been looking, but failed to realise just how interested she was, until now.

‘What’re having? ‘He replied, and that was the start of it.

Sondra hadn't dressed for the weather that that time of year can bring. February can be a very cold month, lashing rain and high winds are pretty much the norm’. Everyone else in the public house had coats on hooks, or over the back of the chair, shoved under the table, or still wore them.

Sondra breezed into the Bar, having waited for a lull in the wind before she stepped from the warm car, and entered with a flourish. Her skin pimpled to the cold night air, her nipples showed erect and prominent under the thin fabric of both the dress and bra. Now, acclimatised to the warmth of the old fashioned public house, her skin seemed to glow, warming to a natural heat. Her breasts however still showed signs of the cold outside, or something else, and Bobby, as well as every other man in the bar noticed that too.

Bobby was a nice clean-cut lad. He wore nice clothes, nice shoes and carried himself well. Bobby and his friends chose not to wear a hood, slouch and be generally obnoxious to older people. Bobby was a nice lad. Sondra saw that, she saw the nice deep blue jeans, the brown leather shoes and the silk shirt. She saw a young man with confidence and style, well, some style. She was attracted to him from the moment she saw him, and that for Sondra, was an absolute must.

Sondra might well be labelled a Cougar, but that did not mean she would have sex with just any young man. Women might well see her as a slut but Sondra knew damn well that they were just jealous old bags.

The man had to be good looking for a start, clean above all else and funny too. Even sexual predators have their ‘tick list’ of musts, and a list of things that must not happen or appear.

Frustration would be the outcome for her if she did not pick up a man. Sondra needed her 'fix', but she still had values nonetheless, so it was not a “given” that she would bed anyone that night. Frustration was still a very real probability until she saw Bobby. Self-gratification was always the fall-back in such outcomes, but she seldom had to worry. Lots of young men these days were “personal hygiene conscious”, and advocates of cleanliness. Young Bobby was one such man.

Bobby wasn’t the first young man she had picked up in a bar, Sondra had been doing this for a few years now, and she doubted he’d be the last, but he wasn’t to know that.

Over the last few months there had been others, Sean, Jake and Paul to name but three. Unknown to each other, they all stupidly thought they were the only one, even though she saw them during the same time period.

Sondra used them and let them go, that's what she did!

Some didn’t mind, others, like Sean, fought and refused to go. But they all went in the end. There was no place in her life for a serious relationship. Sondra had been down that road and she had no intention of trying that again.

Sean had thought otherwise. He been a pain to get rid of; he turned from a man to a boy, pleading to be given another chance. That just made Sondra mad; she threatened him with the ex-husband. She called him the ex, but nobody knew if they were still married or whether they had in fact been divorced. Either way, she never called him anything other than the ex, unless she was in a foul mood in which case he had several names and none of them nice.

The ex used cunning and simple threat, not fists. Sean would get the message when the ex had a word with him. Sean finally went then, but it was still a painful and embarrassing split. Sondra had called on the ex, and that was something she really didn't like, and he dutifully did her asking. She had had to admit she still needed the bugger and that did not sit well with her, besides, she'd owe him one now, and that never felt right.

Sean had been a real pain and she tried her hardest to avoid young men like him now. Once bitten twice shy!

It wasn't very difficult once she got speaking to them, to see that they were immature, younger than their age, too young, mentally, to take her interest for long. Those young men now didn't get a look in. Her bed was for level headed young men only, since Sean.

It started out as a one-night thing, as per usual, but within three months Bobby was the only man in her life. He fulfilled her every whim and all her sexual needs, which amounted to much the same thing. Sean, Paul and Jake became distant memories for Sondra, as did all the others, and Sondra found she loved having Bobby in her bed. She still vowed not to get serious but she also hated the thought of him leaving.

Bobby knew nothing of the others, thankfully, and likewise he didn’t know of her condition either, the so-called condition that gave her a ferocious sexual appetite.

She knew people thought of her as a Cougar and she quite liked the idea, if it kept them at bay; but what she really was, was addicted. Sondra was addicted to sex. Rare in women, but given today's freedoms and equality, freedom of sexual information and pictures on the internet, some women can become as addicted as men have always been seen to be. It is a modern phenomenon. Bobby knew nothing of any of this; all he saw was a stunning looking woman, a stunning sexy looking woman who paid him an awful lot of attention and, as time went on, showered him with gifts and money.

Sondra and Bobby left the Tavern Inn that first night, and she drove him to her place.

His mates ribbed him and he grinned stupidly, and he went with her like a little lapdog. Sondra showed just enough to keep Bobby's blood pressure up, and just enough for herself to remain aroused, as her nipples still indicated. The darkness of the night, the illumination of the instruments, soft blue and the closeness of her, kept Bobby just at the very tip of excitement.

The leather seats, the way the gear change popped up out of the centre console when she started the engine, the smell of newness and the shear comfort the Jaguar provided left Bobby thinking he was in another world. Was this really happening?

Bobby was full of thought and wonder; He thought again, was this really happening? Did she really find him attractive? She had to, unless this was some big joke he didn’t yet get, she had to fancy him.

There was no question of how he felt about her; he could not take his eyes off those long legs, the breasts, hung there in shear fabric, the bra invisible, giving the breasts the appearance of being gravity defying. Her eyes, the eyes that often darted his way, teasing and sensuous, were dark and inviting in the car’s illumination, they seemed to speak a language all their own. Her left hand strayed to the circular gear knob from time to time and he had to keep himself from thinking it was a metaphor for his manhood. The car was an automatic so she had no need to touch the thing!

Bobby knew he was going to enjoy this night, the anticipation just added to the sexual chemistry of the car confines. The heat and her soft perfumed fragrance, mixed with the leather of the interior, and it combined and filled the air, sending sexual messages to parts of Bobby’s body which twitched as his mind raced forward to what was to come.

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