Quandary

AN/adult issues

Quandary

“Get naked for me,” he says.

Shyly she undresses, still ashamed of the way her body looks even after all these years. No matter how many times he tells her she is beautiful all she sees in the mirror are rolls of fat and sagging skin. Still she obeys and disrobes quickly, standing before him, allowing him to look.

“Come sit little one,” he says smoothly, patting his lap. She sits down gingerly, wondering as she always does if she is too heavy. She enjoys the feel of his trousers against her bare bottom and snuggles against him, pulling on his tie. She loves the feeling of security and comfort she finds in his lap as he caresses her back and hair murmuring sweet endearments.

He kisses her, gently at first, then more passionately as his hand moves to rest on her breast, lifting the heavy flesh, pinching and pulling on the nipple in the familiar way that brings her tingles of pleasure. He explores her mouth with his tongue, urging her to do the same. Her shyness is still a novelty, her submissiveness empowering.

Her breath is heavy and thick and she moans as he kisses her neck. He stops. “On your knees,” he says with authority. Obediently she slides off his lap and between his legs. “Take out my cock and suck me.” She undoes his belt, unzipping his pants as he lifts his hips to allow her to push down his trousers. His member appears, red and rigid, a drop of pre cum on the head. Licking her lips, she leans in and swirls her tongue across the top, capturing the glistening moisture. Slowly she licks down his shaft to his balls and back up before enclosing her lips around him. He whispers her name and tangles his hands in her hair as she begins moving up and down, sucking and licking, taking him deep in her throat as he chuckles.

He has taught her well and she loves to please him, loves to have him in her. Her fingers caress his sac, pressing against the spot at the base, causing him to groan and jerk, his hands urging her head faster. With a shout, he explodes in her mouth as he tells her to take it, take it all in, he wants his cum inside her. She swallows and sucks, taking in every drop. Even after all this time, she still stifles a twinge of uncertainty at this ritual but she wants to please him, would do anything for him.

She moves back and smiles as she sees the pleased, post climatic look on his face. Crawling back up, she sits once more on his lap as he kisses her thoroughly. “That is my good girl,” he says hugging her tightly. “Go to the bedroom,” he instructs.

Together they walk into the dark bedroom. She prefers the lights off, he doesn’t. She flicks on the bedside lamp and turns the comforter down. “Lay down and touch yourself,” he tells her. She does, feeling vulnerable as she spreads her legs and begins to rub her clit. He likes to watch her, to look at her pink center and the flush in her cheeks as he undresses, carefully draping his suit across a chair.

He slides into bed beside her, watching her intently. He knows she is close and takes her hand, bringing it to his mouth and licking the moisture off her fingers. Lovingly he starts caressing her body, his mouth on her nipples as his hands skim across the white expanse of her body. She writhes in pleasure, yet no sound escapes her lips. “Tell me what you want,” he demands as he kisses down her stomach, resting his body between her legs. She finds it hard to say what she wants and he delights in making her tell him.

“I want you…to…put your face down there,’ she stammers.

“Down where? Say it,” he commands.

“I want to feel your tongue in my pussy,” she says blushing.

He grins and obliges, burying his face in her thatch of curls, his tongue delving deep inside her honeyed opening. He licks and sucks, one finger finding her clit. She squirms and spreads her legs even wider, wanting him deeper. He removes his mouth from her opening and laves her nub with it as two fingers sink into her pussy. He continues his erotic assault on her as his small finger is pressed into her ass. She is close and she arches up against him. He stops all movement. “Do not cum until I tell you,” he warns, returning to his task. She is almost sobbing as he stops again and again when she is nearest.

“Please,” she begs her body crying for release.

“Please what,” he smirks.

“Please…I need you in me…I need you to fuck me.”

He smiles at her, telling her she is a good girl, as he climbs up the bed, draping her legs on his shoulders. In one swift thrust, he shoves his cock deep into her. She explodes around him, her head moving from side to side as she gives into the sweet release she craved. He rides out her orgasm, waiting for her to finish before he begins to drive hard into her, making her gasp as his cock slams into her cervix.

“I love you,” he gasps as he feels her near the edge once more, sending her over as he surges into her, pressing and holding.

“I love you too,” she pants, her pussy twitching tighter and tighter around his pulsing cock.

He pulls back, sliding out of her as her trembling legs come down. “On your knees,” he says urgently. She rolls over and before she is all the way up, his cock is sliding into her ass, stretching it as she whimpers.

“Oh yes,” he groans as he begins pumping into her, his fingers underneath on her swollen clit. She braces herself as she rides out the pain and pleasure and soon she cries out as he comes deep within her ass and comes once more herself. They collapse together, his weight a welcoming discomfort. He kisses her sweaty neck before rolling over and pulling her close. She snuggles close, his arms holding her tight as they fall asleep.

The buzz of the alarm awakens her an hour later. He is already awake. Sighing, he kisses her gently. “Time to go,” he says. She nods feeling the pains start once more as she watches him get up and head to the bathroom. She hears the shower and reaches for the remote. She needs to keep her mind off of it as she flips to a comedy.

She turns of the television when he comes back in. Watching him dress she politely asks where he is going. She knows he hates to talk about it but answers indifferently about a dinner they had to make an appearance at. He finishes and gives her a small smile. “I will see you next week,” he promises, trying not to notice her sadness.

“I will be waiting,” she says trying to smile. A tear slips down her cheek. He walks over and embraces her, kissing her tenderly.

“I love you little one,” he says quietly.

“I know.”

After he is gone, she slips on a blue dressing gown and walks out on the balcony. The cool night air causes her to shiver but she doesn’t mind the cold. It is warmer than the coldness in her soul. She pulls out a pack of cigarettes from a potted plant. He cannot stand for her to smoke and she relishes in the rebellion of it. She knows she is killing herself and yet it is no different than what she has always done.

The smoke causes her to feel lightheaded as she puffs too fast, gazing at the lights of the city far below her. He provided her with the place. For all her good intentions she had never made it in her own right. The familiar argument burned in her mind.

She had everything materially she could ask for. Comforts, luxuries. The best were the trips she had always wanted to go on. Even if she had to go alone it was worth it wasn’t it?

Flipping the burning butt over the edge, she pulled out another and lit it. A tear ran down her cheek as she gazed up into the sky. Yes, she had it all she supposed and yet the thing she had longed for the most had eluded her. As always in her life she had to settle for less than.

Leaning against the rail, she stared down at the busy street. She never went out at night, she didn’t like being alone. She rarely slept at night. The bed was empty and the couch too cold. Five years ago she thought this was enough, she thought she could handle it. She thought things would be better.

The burning cigarette fluttered to land on the dark blue silk between her breasts. It burnt a hole through the fabric and was singing the skin before one of the crowd of onlookers thought to flick it off.

Fin