R/T/M (15 page)

   
There were still a couple inches of shaft between her lips and my body.

     Oh well.   “A” for effort.

     I keep my fist clenched in her hair and she bobs her head up and down quickly and passionately.

     If she didn’t know how to keep my cock away from her teeth it would have been excruciating but she obviously
had some skills and it was pretty good.   Not the best but better than most.

     I let her go for a while and then I push her off me and she lands on her back to the left of me.

     I grab the waist of her pants to pull them off her and she says, “Wait!   I’m all fuzzy.”

     I look at her like she’s retarded and I yell, “I don’t care!” and she lifts her butt so I can whip her pants off.   She’s not wearing any underpants which is wicked hot.

     I roll of the bed and let my pants drop onto the floor and step out of them.

     She says, “Do you have any condoms?”, and I reach over and grab one, tear it open and roll it on.

     While I’m putting it on she masturbates and sighs and moans.

     I get on the bed on my knees and I pull her arms up and reach around and unclasp her bra.   She slips out of it and her tits are nice, but
smaller than I thought they would be.   Fucking padded bras.

    
I push her down onto the pillows and I got on top of her.

     I didn’t even have to use my hand to get my dick into her.   She was sopping wet and it slid right in.

     She made a moaning sound and I just started fucking pounding her.

     She was really into it and really vocal.   She kept up gasping and moaning and saying dirty sexy things.

     She had a small tight vagina and it felt awesome sheathed around my dick.

     She came and when she came she clenched her teeth and breathed hard through them and winced.

     I pulled my hips back and my dick out of her and she rolled over onto her knees and I flopped onto my back and she flipped a leg over me.   Most of the time when a girl straddles you she kneels and rests her inner thighs on your outer thighs and rocks back and forth, swishing your rod inside her like a big fleshy swizzle stick.   It probably feels pretty good for the girls because that’s what they all do, but although it feels nice for me too, it doesn’t feel as good as the old back and forth and in and out.

     That’s what most girls do, but n
ot this one.   She perched up on her feet and got my head into her and she rode up and down my dick, clenching her ass on the ride up and driving me quickly, deeply into her on the way down.   It was fucking great and if I remember her for nothing else, I’ll remember her for that little trick.

     It felt great and I had to wince and clench my teeth to not cum.

     I held out until she got tired and slumped over and I shoved her off of me over to my left.

     She hit the bed and I sprang up onto her knees and spread her knees and straddled her right leg and entered her sideways.   Her torso was twisted and her face was in the pillows and I could hear her gasping and moaning and talking dirty sexy into the pillows.   I fucked her as hard and fast as I could like a fucking pissed-off porn star.   I came and yelled, “Fuck!   Yeah!” and she made “Uh!
” sounds while my cock pulsed inside her.

     When I stopped cumming I pulled out and got up off the bed and walked over to the trash basket.   I milked the last trickle of jizz out of my shaft and slipped the condom off and dropped it into the trash.

     She was crumpled up like a comforter, passed out and I just flopped down beside her and smoked a cigarette and went to sleep.

     I woke up shortly before she did and we laid around naked for a while and then we fucked again in the dim light coming in through the windows near the ceiling of the basement.

     We took a shower together and made out in the coursing water and she blew me and I came in her mouth and she swallowed.

     I drove her home and we made plans to hang out a week later when we both had a day off.

     I drive out to pick her up and when I call she comes out.

     She’s wearing a miniskirt and a babydoll t-shirt with the Beau Batons logo on it.

     You know, from those Harry Potter books?

     Like I said, it would be pretty creepy if it wasn’t so fucking cute.

     She opens the door and tosses her bag in the back and hops onto the bench seat.

     I say, “You look nice.” And she smiles and kisses me like she means it.

     I drive off and while I use my left hand to steer I use my right hand to play with her exposed knees, then her thighs.   Then when I got up to where her legs meet I discover she’s not wearing anything underneath her skirt.   Sexy.   I pet her until she gets wet then I put a couple fingers in her.
   She tilts her pelvis up and fucks my fingers while I fuck her with them.   She moans and gasps and talks sexy dirty and grimaces and winces and cums as is her style.   She tries to go down on me and she manages to get my dick out, but the elastic on my underwear is strangling my balls and I can’t cum unless I close my eyes and concentrate so I pull her off me and say, “It’s okay, babe.   I don’t want to drive us off the fucking road.”

     We get back to my place and we’re all over each other.   We don’t need any drinks or movies to pretend like we’re not hanging out to have sex.

     After the fucking we watch a couple movies and drink tall cold glasses of water to rehydrate.

     The next morning she breaks out the Invader Zim boxed set and we watch it all the way through.   She loves them and I had never seen them so it’s a lot of fun for us both.

     She notices that I have an X-Box and Soul Caliber so she talks some shit about our video game skills, but I thrash her resoundingly in straight sets.   This pisses her off and she gets a little bitchy and sulky.   Maybe I should have let her win a few rounds, but when you play a lot of video games you can tell when someone’s taking it easy on you and the implicit condescension only pisses you off even worse.

     I decide to break us out of the house and we go get some food and although she doesn’t apologize, she stops being such a fussy little bitch.

     The next week was more of the same.

     She brought over Final Fantasy Tactics and
the Firefly boxed set.

     Final Fantasy Tactics i
s awesome and I had a great time playing it, but she kept getting pissed off and complaining that I wasn’t playing it right.

     Firefly just sucked.   I mean it wasn’t awful, but it was pretty silly.   The acting wasn’t very strong except for Nathan Phillian, and the scenario was just unimaginative.   I’d make jokes at the expense of the show and that would really piss her off, but I still thought it was funny and we still fucked.

     She told me that she liked being choked and didn’t mind getting fucked in the ass every now and again and that she wanted to own a house with a basement and keep Asian girls in cages in the basement.   I said, “Hey!   I have a house with a basement!”   And she thought I was kidding, and maybe at the time I was, but maybe if she was serious, then we could have fulfilled that fantasy for her.

     I mean Asians in cages isn’t any worse than any of the other fucked up shit I got up to.

     That night I tried choking her while we had sex.   I didn’t really know how to do it right and I didn’t want to accidentally choke the life out of her.   Plus choking her really didn’t do anything for me.   I fucked her in the ass too, but it was weird.   It took a while for me to get it in and it wasn’t so much like I fucked her ass as it was I pried my cock into her and she masturbated while it was inside her until she came and I could feel the first seven inches of her insides squeeze around me while she came.   I tried to fuck her asshole after she came, but she wouldn’t let me, she pushed me the fuck off of her.

     Since she was pretty kinky and I didn’t feel up to choking her I decide to try to make it up to her by planning an S & M session for her.

     I made up a shopping list while at work.

     I had a desk job at the time.   I had a lot of time on my hands to daydream.

     It’s not that the job wasn’t demanding, it’s just that I have an uncanny knack for figuring out how to quickly adapt to most jobs to streamline my work flow so that I get everything done efficiently.

     That’s why I refuse to work any job where when you’re done your work, they just give you more work to do.   I get fired a lot, because my supervisor or my boss or whatever will stop by and I’ll be sitting at my desk, clocking hours, not looking busy.   It’s not like I can leave, because I’m getting paid to be there.  

They ask me what I’m doing, and I say “Just hanging out.”   They say, “Why don’t you do something?”   I say, “All my work is done.”   They say, “Well, Jesus, at least try to look busy!   You’re making us look bad here!”  and they walk off, with this look on their face that’s half confusion, half-disgust.    A couple rounds of that and they call you into their office and ask you to close the door behind you and they fire your ass.

I can’t fake being busy and you never get promoted for that shit.    Maybe I’ve been outsmarting myself all of these years.    Maybe all of the other employees that are always behind on their work are just actors, pretending to have difficulty working at the pace I’m working at, but instead they’re smarter than I am, because they ration their work out throughout the day so that they always look busy.

     So I’m at work and I’m looking busy coming up with ideas for the list.

     Someone recommended I check out “Sick: The Life & Death of Bob Flanagan” a couple years back and I liked it so much I bought my own copy on DVD.   That little movie gave me a few ideas.

     I fantasized about what I was planning on doing to the girl and what props I’d need.

     I wrote down:

-Duct tape / scissors / neckties

-‘Chant’ CDs / ‘Dead Can Dance’

-Candles / Ice cubes

-Pins / Alcohol Swabs

-Dull knife / sharp knife / matte knife

-Drano

     The Drano was for the drains, not the girl.   They were draining a little slow lately.   Probably all the girl
- hair she was washing down there.

     Early in the day I check off everything on the list and make sure I’ve got it all close to the bed so I won’t have to go fumbling around for anything.

     That night I went out to pick her up and we did the usual “me putting fingers into her while driving” thing.   We get back to the house and she drops off her bag.   She’s standing in front of the bed and I point at her and say, “Stay!”.   She smiles and scoffs and says, “Why?”.   For someone that claims to be a submissive she was really defiant.   I said, “Because I fucking said so, that’s why.”

     I reach over and unzip her skirt and it falls to the floor.   She’s watching me and grinning and looking me in the eyes, so I decide to deprive her of that.
   I grab the duct tape and I cut a swath and pat it over her eyes.   I grab the bottom of her shirt and she puts her arms up as I pull it up so I can slip it off her.

     I grab her left shoulder with my right hand and spin her, and she wobbles for a second and then finds her balance.   I unhook her bra and she slips it off and it falls into the heap with her shirt and skirt.

     I flip her back around and push her backwards onto the bed.   I tell her, “Take your boots off.” and she complies.

     I take my t-shirt off and I’m wearing a muscle shirt underneath.   I want to be comfortable while I work.   I don’t get naked because this isn’t about sex.   At least not intercourse.   At least not right away.

     When she gets her boots of and sits up I push her shoulders back and she lands on her back.   I grab her ankles and swing her legs over so that she’s in the center of the bed, all naked before me.

     I get up and leave her waiting.   Anticipation is an important ingredient.

     I take out a stick of Nag Champa incense and light it, blow it out and place it to smolder in a holder.

     I go over to my computer and I click on a playlist I set up for the session which is a random mix of Dead Can Dance and Chant CDs.

     I pick up a dull knife with a slightly sharp point and climb onto the bed.   I grab her ankles and open her legs and I kneel between them.   I lean over her and support myself with my left arm and move the knife up to her face next to her left eye with my right hand.   She flinches at first when it touches her face.   I put the tip against her and drag the knife down her cheek to her chin, with just enough pressure to raise a welt, but not break skin.   She asks, “Knife?”.   I don’t want her fucking double-guessing me or even really talking at all for the matter, but I let it go.   I put the tip on her neck, under her ear and drag it down to her collarbone.   She sucks in air through her clenched teeth.   I switch the knife to my left hand and trace a complimentary line on the right side of her neck.

     I switch back to my right hand and put the tip of the knife at the top of her breastbone and push in until it’s about to break the skin, then I drag it down the center of her breastbone, over her navel, and down to just above her pubic mound.   She arches her back in response to the blade, and arches it again when I drag the blade back up to the top of her chest.