Jane was a horny woman. She had been since she first noticed the nice feelings when she rubbed her privates against her pillow at a young age. Since that night, she had sought after that sensation with a passion. She fucked her first boyfriend at fifteen, loving every inch of his throbbing cock filling her up and satisfying her like nothing else. She tried anal when she was eighteen and was hooked instantly. The orgasms she experienced when simultaneously probing her tight asshole with a hairbrush and pounding her pussy with her dildo were cosmic. Since that day (she had cum seven times in an hour), she had sought something more.
Jane had had a long string of lovers, each more exciting than the last. There was Peter, who was mild mannered, but hung like a horse (gods, that had felt good sinking into her asshole). Then there was Justin, who took every opportunity he could to eat Jane’s pussy and ass like a five-course meal. Then there had been Thomas, who dominated her life in every way for six months when she was twenty-two. She had been forced to walk around the house naked, ready to be used at his desire. She enjoyed the sex, as she often did, but after a while found the submission to be tiresome, so she broke it off. After him had been Ben, who liked nothing more than to fuck her in the most daring and public places. He was a bartender by trade and had fucked her behind the bar in his pub not once, not twice, but eight times. It had been exhilarating, but there was still something she was searching for.