This is part ten of a serial narrative. For maximum enjoyment, please begin with part one.
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Danae slaps me across the face. Hard.
"Don't you fucking come!" she roars. "You don't come 'til I fucking tell you you can come!"
She's riding me like a woman possessed. It seems she really only has one mode in the sack: she
fucks
. No taking her time, letting things build. There's nothing casual about any of it. And certainly she doesn't go for anything that could be described as 'making love.'
But the slapping is new. It takes me by surprise.
"What?!" she taunts. "You don't fucking like that? Can't take a little hit?! Huh?!"
She slaps me again.
"You think just because you got a decent-sized cock you're a man?! Not if you can't take a little pain, you're not."
She slaps me again.
"You a man? Or a bitch?"
I've had enough of this shit. I sit up and grab her by the throat. I squeeze. Hard.
"I'll show you who's a fucking bitch," I tell her through clenched teeth. I slap her face with my other hand, though not as hard as she did. Just a sharp little smack. She smiles. She picks up speed, riding me harder. I squeeze. Her face turns scarlet.
"Keep going!" I shout. "Keep riding me like a bitch in heat! Faster! C'mon!"
Her face is purple.
"FASTER!"
She keeps on going full throttle until her eyes begin to bulge. She taps my arm and I let go of her throat. She takes in a massive inhale and stops her hips.
"You good?" I ask.
She nods yes, still too breathless to speak.
"Then get on your knees and elbows. NOW."
She does as she's told, thrusting that big ol' ass of hers high in the air. Now I have something to slap hard. I smack her ass so hard it instantly leaves a bright red mark. She shrieks as I watch her ass-fat ripple. I grab a fistful of hair from the back of her head. She lets out a nervous "aah!"
"Who's the bitch?" I ask, my voice low and firm. "Huh?!"
I smack her ass again. She tries not to make a sound, but can't hold back a squeak.
"Who's the bitch?!"
I smack her again, this time bringing my hand down on her ass.
"F-u-u-u-uuuuuck!" she wails.
"You want this to stop? I don't think you do or else you'd answer my goddamn question. Now-"
I smack her harder than ever. She screams.
"--who's the fucking BITCH?!"
"I am," she weeps. "I a-a-a-aammm."
"You're what?" I whisper.
"I'm the bitch! I'm a bitch, alright! A fucking bitch! So stop dicking around and fuck me like one!"
I shove my rock-hard cock into her pussy and begin pounding her from behind. With each thrust, her ass moves like a rolling tide. I take her ass in both hands, my fingers digging in deep.
"YEEEES!" she groans. "Fuck this bitch! Fuck this bitch with that big, hard dick! UuuuuuUH! FUCK! Harder! Harder! Fucking- HARDER! That all you got?! I said fuck me like a bitch, so fuck me like a bitch! There you go! Fuck! Like that! Harder! Fucking like that! Keep going! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! That's it! Goddamn! THAT'S how you fuck a pussy! Fuck this bitch pussy! Fucking good! Fucking good! Fucking goooooo-oo-ood! Oh, FUCK, baby! Now you can come! I want you to come! You fucking earned it! You EARNED it, baby! You fuck me so good! I want you to come! Come for your bitch!"
I suddenly pull out, grab one of her hips and jerk it up, spinning her around. She lands on her back. I stand over her and take my cock in hand. It's hard as mahogany. With two strokes, cum explodes out of the tip, spreading out in the air and showering down on Danae, thick drops splashing on her face, her tits, her belly, her thighs.
"It's raining jizz!" she exclaims with a chuckle. "Halle-fucking-lujah! Fucking love it!"
A couple minutes later, she's in her ensuite bathroom cleaning up. As I also have some cleaning up to do, I step out of her bedroom and walk down the hall to the other bathroom.
I shouldn't be here.
Usually the guilt doesn't hit me until the car ride home, but this time it's pretty much instant.
For a couple months I really had convinced myself I was able to walk away from all my escapades, dalliances, fuck arounds- whatever you want to call them! Then came Jazlyn offering me her goddamn
maidenhood
! I could maybe forgive myself for yielding to that specific temptation, but not this.
A week after that adventure, I ran into Danae at the grocery store again. Unlike our previous run-in when she acted like nothing had ever happened between us, this time she was flirtatious from the start. After only a half-minute of chatting, she reached out and fondled my bicep.
"You've always been so strong," she said. "Don't think I haven't noticed over the years. But now... If you ever have the time to put those muscles to use, I have some things at the house that need doing. You'd be welcome there anytime."
I took her hand and removed it, fearful a neighbor might turn down our aisle at any moment.
"That's very nice of you to say," I told her. "I do have a lot to do at home, so will be keeping my attention there."
"I understand," she replied, then stepped in close. "But if I was ever to message you, for an emergency, would you be able to... help out?!"
I should have just said no. In my mind, I
did
say no.
"Send a message sometime. We'll see. No promises."
She texted me two days later.
Hey! Long time! Sorry to bother you. I have some old heavy things that have been in my basement *forever* that I'm finally getting rid of. I could use some muscle to help me move them. Would you be able to swing by this weekend and give me a hand?
That Saturday, I was there. To my surprise and annoyance, she did actually have a bunch of furniture and boxes of junk she needed hauled out of the basement. But afterwards, she offered me a drink and then...
I've been to the house five times in the last three weeks. I can't excuse it.
After cleaning up, I'm back in the hallway. As I pass the door to Chloe's room, I stop. I open it and step inside. The room smells like her, like almonds and rosewater.
How many times has she stood naked in this room, looking at herself in that vanity mirror, tracing the shapes of her body with her fingertips as she examines them?
I look at the bed in the corner.
How many times has she played with herself on that bed? How many times has that comforter been soaked in her juices as she rubbed her clit while thinking of my cock, biting her tongue to make sure mom doesn't hear her as she comes?
I find myself solid as a rock once more.
Danae notices as soon as I walk back into her bedroom.
"Ready again so soon?" she asks, impressed. "I'm not sure I have the time, I'm afraid. Gotta go pick up Kevin. Won't be needing you around the house for a while, sorry to say. Thanksgiving break starts in a couple days and Kevin will be around all the time, Chloe for a few days as well."
"Oh, Chloe's coming back for Thanksgiving?" I ask, putting on my shirt and doing my best to sound casual.
"Just for a couple days. Felix not?"
"Not this time. They'd be spending half their break in the car and they apparently have this big paper... I don't know."
Danae walks over to me.
"Well, I'll be sure to be in touch as soon as the break is over."
"I... actually, we should probably take a break for the holidays."
She gives me a look that reads, "what the fuck you just say to me?" But what she actually says is, "oh... sure. Yeah. If that's what's good for you."
"It's just a busy time."
"No, I hear ya. Well... you better get going."
Half an hour later, I enter my house through the front door to find Jen sitting on the entryway bench, putting on her sneakers.
"Oh, hi!" she says with a warm smile. "Almost missed me! I've got to get a walk in today. You want to come?"
"No, thanks. I already got some exercise today."
"Oh, alright!"