THE COUGAR

 

Call me Corina — Corina the Cougar. I was in my mid-30s the day it dawned on me that my life was half over and I hadn’t really lived a day of it. Not the best part. I had not enjoyed any real sex, which other women had told me was the best part of being alive.

The little sex that I had experienced was of the most perfunctory kind — just going through the motions, but not letting myself relax and actually have an orgasm. I barely understood what an orgasm even was.

I blame myself for turning down so many invitations to have sex, although I feel that my childhood upbringing should share some of the blame. I was indoctrinated with the belief that sex is bad — dirty, sinful, vulgar, evil and exploitive. Why did I buy into that, and not think for myself?

Once it dawned on me that I was really missing something, I felt cheated — lied to — exploited in a whole different way. All those lost opportunities, and years of my life, that I could never get back. I decided that I would begin doing everything I could to get laid often, to try to make up for lost time.

Being married, I turned first to my husband. Years ago I had chosen to marry a guy whose beliefs and attitudes toward life and sex were compatible with my own. As such, he was a naive, faithful, pure-minded churchgoing man, and he was quite taken aback and embarrassed when I told him I wanted more sex. As I persisted in my requests, our relationship became very strained. He was steadfast in his prudish convictions. Finally, in my growing desperation, I announced that I wanted an annulment to our marriage. He was shocked and utterly clueless. From his view, what was I thinking? Hadn’t he provided everything — financial support and a faithful marriage with no sexual demands? Isn’t that what every churchgoing woman wants? Our divorce was awkward, but I had to move on.

Now that I was free, I found myself adrift in an utter void. I didn’t know how to begin my new life. How does a woman attract men, especially if the woman is past her youth, and most of the guys her age are already married? These days women of all ages are openly competing with each other, and also with the flood of glamorous, sexy images in the media. My only real experiences so far were to be spiteful toward men and always say no. I had no experience in how to sexually approach a man, how to turn a man on, or how to graciously accept a man’s sexual advances. I had a lot to learn. But how?

I looked around to see if I could find any soul mates — fellow sex starved cougars to inspire and encourage me — ladies my age who are hot to trot. I wanted to hear their stories, and live vicariously through their dreams and experiences. Eventually I met some middle-aged ex-porn stars, who had especially exciting stories to tell.

I’m grateful to the porn stars for encouraging me to get my boobs enhanced. At their suggestion, I didn’t stop enlarging my boobs until they stuck out so far that it became embarrassing. That was intentional — I wanted to spur myself on, to force myself to face every day having to openly flaunt my overt sexuality, being physically unable to hide it. I embraced my embarrassment as a reminder to be brave and defy the prudes who would deny my pagan sexual freedoms and my orgasms. My tits now unavoidably stuck out like two large torpedoes, and it was both embarrassing and thrilling to be seen with them in public. Guys actually trembled with overwhelming desire at the mere sight of my new figure. I felt special. It enhanced my self confidence, and for the first time I felt genuinely proud of my appearance. I was getting more sex, and enjoying real orgasms. And the more orgasms I had, the more I craved.

I was constantly looking for more men to fuck me. I began to fantasize about having my own private supply, my own harem of men who were obligated to fuck me and eat me, at my command. Could there be a way to do that? I hit on the idea of starting a business that would employ lots of men — plus maybe a few of my closest sex starved female cohorts, to keep me inspired. The men should be focused on sex all day, to keep them horny and eager to fuck. So what kind of business?

I quickly ruled out running a typical porn studio or strip club, because that would entail too much young, sexy female competition. What else? I considered, and rejected, a number of things. Then somehow I hit on the idea of forcing men to look at erotic pictures all day, to keep them perpetually horny. And that led to the idea of hiring male artists to draw pornographic cartoons. To have to explore and caress every intimate detail of an overtly sexy woman’s body, in pencil lines. But how many pornographic cartoons can the market absorb? Then someone mentioned animation. That was a wonderful idea, because animation can depict how a sexy figure moves as well as looks. And the medium of animation requires a lot of drawings for every second of action, therefore the need to hire a lot of artists, to turn out an hour of product. Luckily the medium is popular enough to allow us to sell enough videos to pay all those artists’ salaries.

Most customers of porn only want to see real people doing it, and there are a great many porn suppliers filling that demand. But there is a small niche market for drawings that exaggerate and idealize the female form, and so my ladies and I proposed to cater to that. Since we were intending to make pornographic animated cartoons, my ladies and I decided to always work in the nude, except for our very sexy five-inch stiletto heels, to set the tone and clearly communicate to the guys what we are all here for.

Luckily for me, artists were available in abundance. The Hollywood animation industry had largely switched to computer images and special effects work, leaving most of the artists unemployed. So I could afford to be very choosy. Maybe this was mean on my part, but after all, I wasn’t just looking for artists — I was mainly interested in another kind of talent. For years, many companies hired ladies based primarily on their looks, and how large their tits appeared to be, or so it seemed. So I just did a variation of the same thing. With each artist I interviewed, I first made him pull his pants down. I wouldn’t even look at an artist’s portfolio unless he had at least an eight inch cock — which I personally held in my hand and measured with a ruler — all the while enjoying watching him squirm with embarrassment. Anyway, that quickly weeded the applicants down to a special few. Then I informed the finalists that, if their drawing skills were high enough, what their duties would be besides drawing: sexually servicing us ladies whenever we asked for it. And I let the men know that I only hired ladies who were ex-porn stars and cougars — women so hot to trot that they are obsessed with making endless sexual demands on the men. So, I said, you men better have perpetually big throbbing hard-ons and be eager to fuck and eat our ladies’ pussies! At our company, everybody fucks! That’s a requirement! Plus, fucking improves artistic creativity, and I demand the very best.

Some of the guys thought that was a joke — they couldn’t believe it at first. Other guys were initially very hesitant. But jobs were scarce, and so eventually each one of them came around. How the married guys explained this to their wives was their problem — I refused to care.

I arranged the studio so that each animator sat in an open cubicle, with pornographic images of their choosing, photos and drawings, covering their walls, for inspiration. I called those the animators’ pussy walls. The open cubicles allowed anyone to stroll by and see the contents of each animator’s pussy wall.

I requested everyone to contribute whatever ideas they have to the stories for the animated movies, to make the stories as provocative and titillating as possible. Every story involves a very sexy, scantily clad lady running around, leaping and tumbling, and as often as possible her clothes get ripped off and she has no choice but to run around the city for a while completely nude, and in the most suggestive situations. We also brainstorm the planning of each scene, to choose the best camera angles to expose our cartoon ladies in the most revealing, sexually stimulating poses, no matter how unusual or difficult those may be to draw. Indeed our ladies in the studio are always available to pose nude for our artists, to aid them in drawing these most revealing angles. We want as many pussy shots as we can get, that seem unavoidable.

We also have in our studio a large screen TV, connected by computer to the most inspirational porn sites. This TV is always on, and is dedicated exclusively to porn viewing. The studio pays the monthly subscription membership fees to several pay porn sites, which are available to anyone in the studio for research and inspiration.

Each new artist that is added to our crew goes through an indoctrination period. Among other things, he must become intimately acquainted with our ladies who will make sexual demands and also model for him in the nude. As each lady spreads her legs and poses, each male artist must sit up very close and draw a detailed photorealistic portrait of the lady’s pussy, which will be on permanent display in the hallways.

Occasionally we have studio parties in the conference room, in which the guys have to locate, by groping around in complete darkness, the ladies, and then each guy has to correctly identify which lady he is with by sniffing and tasting her pussy. We don’t turn on the lights again until each guy has eaten the lady’s pussy and brought her to a full orgasm. Then the lights go on and we find out who has eaten whom, and who has correctly identified who he was with. Then everybody fucks!

Occasionally I will call a guy in the studio, over the intercom for everybody to hear, to take all his clothes off and walk naked to my office. This means that he will be kneeling under my glass desk, eating my pussy for as long as I tell him to. This is usually as a kind of punishment for an infraction of some arbitrary company rule. I really enjoy planning a new story or promotional campaign while someone is licking my pussy. This can sometimes take hours.

What a great life! Who would have thought that someday I would have my own successful business, running my own private harem of guys who service my every sexual whim? I should record my experiences in a diary, for posterity. I could call it, My Daily Orgasms.