Death by Fucking © 2005 by Andrew Wiggin
Chapter
5
It Takes Two - Andrew’s Story
We had spent an evening of love and sex, Dee Dee and
I. It was time for me to be off. We both have work in the
morning. Oh, boy. Wonder what that’s going to be like?
She was lying partially under the cover, one arm thrown carelessly above her
head, her eyes closed and a sensual, lazy smile on her face. I could see
her semi-nude form looking so warm and inviting and could feel myself stirring
once again.
I finished dressing and walked over to her bed, kneeled at the bedside and put
my arms around her. I took her in my arms and gave her a gentle kiss.
“Thank you, Dee Dee, for a wonderful evening.
You know that if you ever need anything from me, all you have to do is ask.”
She never opened her eyes. She seemed like a sleepy kitten. “Thank
you Andrew. That was lovely!”
And just like that, she was asleep. I can take a hint. I kissed her
cheek once more, and then made my way out and home.
I figured if this wouldn’t change the dynamic in our relationship, nothing
would. I was more than a little apprehensive that Thursday morning as I
entered the conference room. I saw that I was the first to arrive.
Well, there are only two of us, so I could only be first or last.
The previous three days
of meetings with the lovely Ms. Martin had been tense, to use her word.
Mostly I was in a constant state of arousal whenever she was near me. I
split my time between worrying about a sexual harassment lawsuit and wondering
about how I could get her to bed.
Well I don’t have to
worry or wonder anymore. But I know Deirdre well enough to know that she
is going to be all business. She’s probably already had second and third
thoughts about last night. She’s worried about the appearance of
impropriety. She may be worried about my respect for her as a business
associate after I fucked her senseless and had her begging for mercy.
Yes, this morning would
be interesting.
She came breezing into
the conference room looking business-casual stunning.
She said “Oh, hello
Andrew. I’m glad you’re here already. We have a lot of work to
catch up on. Now that the tension is, ahem… broken, if you know what I
mean.” And then she laughed.
I had to laugh
myself. The woman is funny in a cute, up-front sort of way. She
doesn’t avoid problems. She confronts them. But she confronts them
with her little throw-away jokes that seem to defuse the problem as she
confronts it.
Actually this joke didn’t
exactly defuse my problem. Yes, I was glad to see Deirdre’s reaction to
our night before. But I thought she would be cool about it. She’s
always cool.
But if I thought that a
little tension relieving would alleviate my natural physical reaction to her
presence, I was sadly (or happily as the case may be) mistaken. There was
a stirring at my midsection and suddenly my pants were again pointing towards
Deirdre.
If she noticed, she only
showed it by allowing her smile to broaden a bit. Her whole being seemed
to emanate contentedness, kind of like a warm, well-fed kitten.
Deirdre could have acted
a number of ways when she came to work. She could have been nervous and
self-conscious; acting like the whole thing had been a terrible mistake.
She could have acted like a love sick teenager, allowing our mutual attraction
to interfere with the jobs we both had to do. Instead she was all
business with just this veneer of relaxed, happy sexuality. She was for all the world like a competent businesswoman, but one who
had been thoroughly and pleasantly fucked and was basking luxuriously in the
afterglow.
This beautiful girl
seemed incapable of being anything but desirable. Every aspect of her
personality as it was revealed showed her to be sexy, warm, and fully
comfortable with herself.
Deirdre and I spent the
morning actually working and making great progress. I don’t know if I
mentioned it, but Deirdre is a brain. If she has an idea that I disagree
with, with just a little explanation on her part I can be brought around to her
point of view. I’m a logical kind of guy, and I succumb to impeccable
logic.
Yeah, right. I’ll
admit that it’s difficult to be objective while staring into Deirdre’s
eyes. Generally speaking, if she wants something, I’ll agree to it.
This places me in a
somewhat weakened negotiating position.
I’m into theories. I
like to translate the happenings of the world and of my life into logical
wholes to understand the meaning behind the facts, the ‘why’ of the
‘what’. I often have insights, flashes of inspiration that reveal the
mysterious workings of the world. Well, most of the time I have such insights
it’s when I’m high. The next morning I can never remember what they
were. But I’m pretty certain they were insightful.
Man thinks with his
dick. Okay, you’re saying that you may have heard this theory before and
it’s not exactly original, and by the way buddy, where’s your proof? To
the simple statement that ‘man thinks with his dick’ I add the codicil that
‘dick-thinking’ if you care to call it that, dovetails nicely with my theory of
chemical attractors. As I work with this theory, I realize I am
approaching a kind of ‘unified theory’, marrying the various theories into a
single, workable whole.
My ‘chemical attractors’
theory has it that very occasionally two peoples’ body chemistries are so
compatible that the people become almost like a drug to each other. It’s
something to do with receptors within one person that perfectly fit the
pheromones or chemical secretions or skin or something of the other
person. Well, I’ll admit that this aspect of my theory needs a little
work.
So we can use my
‘chemical attractors’ theory as the mechanism that drives my ‘man thinks with
his dick’ theory. The likelihood of two people who are chemical
attractors actually meeting each other is so small that it rarely ever happens.
But when it does, it
answers another universal question. You can look back in history; you
sometimes see it manifested by people in your own life, sometimes even people
in your own family, sometimes even yourself. Someone does something just crazy.
And you say to yourself, “What the fuck was he thinking?”
We have the answer.
He was thinking with his dick; the fatal result of his being intellectually in
thrall to his chemical attractor.
This is a good
theory! I’m not expecting the Nobel Prize or anything, but maybe the
Pulitzer would be in order.
This is all in
explanation of the fact that I will do whatever Deirdre wants me to do, and
gladly. I’m living proof of the ‘man thinks with his dick’ theory.
We had been at it for
about an hour. I was sitting to Deirdre’s left at the conference table
since we were both looking at numbers being displayed on her laptop.
Suddenly out of the blue I felt a hand on my dick. It went from
three-quarters hard to full extension so fast I thought it was going to tear a
hole in my pants. I must have jumped two feet in the air.
I said, “Deirdre!
What are you doing?”
She removed her hand,
smiled and said, “Just checking”, and returned to the work as if nothing had
happened. That kind of thing can make you crazy.
An hour later she did it
again. All of a sudden her hand was on my dick, just kind of patting it
like a favored dog. She shook her head with a mock-sad look on her face
and said, “You poor thing. It must be awful to feel that way.”
I said, “It’s way better than the alternative.”
She looked puzzled.
“What’s the alternative?”
“Not feeling that way.”
She said “Oh” and then
returned to the work with no further comment. She just kept to the job,
but her demeanor all morning was so alluring that I was practically panting by
lunch time.
She glanced at her watch
at about
Food was the furthest
thing from my mind, but I responded “I could eat.”
She nodded her head and
said, “So can I”.
Deirdre stood and walked
to the door of the conference room. I was expecting her to leave, perhaps
go to the
“We’re on our break
now. We’re off the clock. Now I can do something I’ve wanted to do
all day.”
She walked over to me. I
was still seated, but turned my chair away from the conference table so I was
facing her. She stood between my legs, took my face in her hands and
brought our lips together in a kiss of greeting and promise. I felt those
wonderful lips working their magic. I was enthralled with her again.
She finally broke the
kiss and said, “Thanks, I needed that.”
I was shocked as she
slowly dropped to her knees in front of me. Her hands went to my belt,
then to my zipper. She grabbed the top of my pants with each hand and
looked into my eyes expectantly. I got the picture. I lifted my
hips. She dragged my pants and boxers down with one motion and my dick
jumped up and hit her on the cheek.
She laughed and grabbed
for it with that dainty hand. She held my dick in her hand, only inches
from her face. Her lovely eyes looked up at mine and she smiled.
“I’ve never done this
before. I’ve never even thought about it before. Andrew, I’ve been
thinking about virtually nothing else since Monday morning. And, you poor
dear: you need to work off some of the tension that’s developed this
morning. I think I can help you with that.”
She brought my dick
up and planted a gentle kiss on the head. It lurched up so fast I thought
it was going to put her eye out. She licked the underside.
“Oh, God!” I groaned. The woman made my
head spin. She sucked the head of my dick into her mouth and I felt her
tongue licking the head, swirling around the hole. Her hands cupped my balls,
massaging them, gently squeezing them.
She took several inches
down her throat. She was on her knees, her head at my lap, but her eyes
never left mine.
She was pleasuring me and
loving it. I don’t know if she found the act itself exciting, but I could
tell that my reaction to what she was doing directly fed her desire to do
more.
If I didn’t know better,
I would swear she was acting like a person bestowing a special gift on the one
she loves.
Her head was moving up
and down, going deeper, and then pulling out. Her tongue was doing
magical things. I was moaning. My hips took on a mind of their own,
pushing into her mouth, timing the thrusts with the movement of her head.
I’d been hard all day. I needed relief desperately. My eyes were half
closed; I was losing my sense of reason. I was rotating my hips on her
face. My breath was coming in short gasps.
Her eyes were still
locked on mine. My balls tightened up. My dick started to
swell. It was as if she sensed what was about to happen. Her eyes
lit up! She turned on this switch and I was dazzled by the light in her
eyes. It was all I could take. I began to cum. My hands were
on the sides of her head, guiding her, holding her, as I shot my load down her
throat. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head as she milked every
drop of juice from my cock. I collapsed into the chair as Deirdre
continued to gently lick my softening dick.
I should note that we
didn’t have a discussion about me cumming in her mouth as it were.
Perhaps I should have asked. Perhaps a true gentleman would have pulled
out. But I’m not only a gentleman, I’m a systems analyst. I
realized that had I pulled out of her mouth, I could have sprayed semen all
over the place, even on that gorgeous business-casual outfit of
Deirdre’s. So it was in the best interests of all
involved that I cum in her mouth. That’s my story and I’m sticking
to it.
Deirdre’s mouth was still
on my now-soft dick when I finally recovered enough to open my eyes and look at
her. She was still looking directly in my eyes. She slowly, almost
reluctantly, backed her mouth away from my dick. When she was sure that I
was watching she opened her mouth and I could see it was filled to the brim
with my cum. Then she closed her mouth and
swallowed.
Christ! It was one of the
sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life. I pulled her from her knees
into my arms and kissed her. It was a passionate kiss of almost animal
lust and I tasted myself in her mouth.
She pulled away from the
kiss and said “I know you’re not going to believe this, but I’m still
hungry. How about lunch?”
What do you say to
something like that? We kissed one last lingering time and then popped
off to the corner deli for sandwiches.
The afternoon went much
as the morning. We were putting together our part of the project in a
really timely fashion. Too damn timely as far as I was
concerned. We had been allocated three weeks to get this done, but
I could see now that it wouldn’t take nearly that long. My time was
running out.
Several times in the
afternoon, Deirdre suddenly touched my erection through my pants. It
sounds erotic, but let me tell you, it scares the hell out of you to have
someone grab your dick when you aren’t expecting it.
Finally I couldn’t take
it any more. She grabbed me and squeezed. Then
started rubbing my length with her palm. It was
exasperating.
I wasn’t exactly
angry. How can you be angry at a girl who likes to feel your dick?
But it was making me crazy. I said “Deirdre, stop that!”
She looked
repentant. “I’m sorry, Andrew. I just need to know that it still
wants me.”
I lowered my voice.
I was afraid I might yell so loud that they could hear me in
“Dee Dee!
At
She nodded her head
solemnly. “Yes, Andrew.”
“Good.
But the closer we got to
Finally it was
She walked to the door of
the conference room and turned back to me.
“Andrew honey, wait here ten minutes before you follow me to my
hotel, okay?”
I was like a petulant
child. “Ten minutes?” I asked. It sounded like ten hours to
me. I was horny!
“Yes, Andrew, ten
minutes. I have to pee. You will give the condemned prisoner a
chance to pee before the execution, won’t you?”
“All right! All right! Go! You’re cutting in
to my ten minute allotment here.” She kissed my cheek, then opened the
conference room door and was gone.
Ten minutes takes a long
time when you are counting backwards from six hundred. I felt like I was
a kid again when my dad wouldn’t let us go downstairs on Christmas until
I was out the door on the
count of 1 and went straight to the hotel. I was overflowing with need.
I needed her and only her right now.
I knocked on her hotel
room door. It opened. She was there, wearing only a silken
robe. I quickly stepped in, closed the door behind me and took her in my
arms.
We kissed. It was a
kiss of passion, romance, and lust. My hands opened her robe. It
dropped to the floor and suddenly she stood naked in my arms. I didn’t
have time for niceties. I scooped her up and carried her to the
bed. I tore at my clothes, throwing them everywhere in my haste. I
clambered onto the bed and suddenly I was home.
I was deep within her,
driving into her, claiming her for my own. She was a full partner in her
ravishment, her face a mask of lust. Her arms were around my back, her
fingernails ineffectually clawing at me. Her legs were spread, her knees
bent, her feet flat on the bed. I was roaring my
passion, she was screaming hers. We were lust-crazed, primal animals.
As I rode her she had
several orgasms, but my dick was like steel. I couldn’t even slow down, I
couldn’t give her a break. I needed to pour my seed into her. I
needed to show her down in the most primitive parts of her organism that she
belonged to only me. She had to know that. I couldn’t share her
with anyone. She was mine!
I was building to a
massive release. Somehow I was driving into her even harder than
before. I felt it coming, and then I was there! My prick exploded
as her pussy was bathed in my seed. Her orgasm was triggered by the
flow. She screamed her release, her head thrown back, body
arched and frozen in its passion.
And then she
collapsed. She lay there with her arms extended, her legs extended, like
a rag doll. Her eyes were closed and she was muttering something so
quietly that I couldn’t make it out.
I lay by her side and
took her into my arms once again. When her eyes opened I could see
tears. I tried to comfort her. I stroked her face; I told her I
loved her.
“Sweetheart, was I too
rough for you? I’m so sorry.” I just wanted her to be happy. I just
wanted her to love me.
She put on a brave smile
and shook her head. “No, Andrew. You could never be too rough for
me when you are like that. I don’t know how to thank you for these last
two nights. They are just so special to me.”
I kissed her and her soft
passionate embrace was enough to stoke my fires yet again. I could never
get enough of her. Never.
I worked my kisses down
her body, spending time to worship and adore every spot along the way. My
mouth came to her sex and I began to worship her in earnest. I worked her
over slowly, bringing up her passion in a lazy curve, but always
increasing. I so enjoy going down on Deirdre.
I inserted a finger into
her and began a stroking motion as my mouth continued to make love to her
pussy. She was starting to hump my face, her moans continuous as she was
rocketing toward another mind-numbing orgasm.
But I had other
ideas. I’m not a cruel person, you understand. But I needed to know
something. I needed to know how she felt about me. She seemed
reluctant to tell me how she felt. Perhaps with a little incentive I
could get it out of her.
I could tell she was
close to her orgasm, so I backed off a little, brought her down just enough to
keep her near the edge but unable to go over the top. Several times she
approached her climax, and each time she was denied. She was becoming
delirious.
I gave her pussy a
passionate kiss, ran my tongue over her clitoris, and then raised my
head. My finger continued to plunge in and out of her pussy.
“Dee Dee.
Dee Dee, honey. I need to ask you something.”
Her eyes shot open.
She was confused. “What? What? What do you want?”
“Dee Dee,
I need to know how you feel about me. I’m kind of lonely out here all by
myself. Why don’t you tell me how you feel?”
She shook her head.
“No. Don’t ask that, please. I’m sorry, but don’t ask that.”
I licked her clit a few
times just to get her attention. I slid a second finger into her
pussy. My other hand reached around and I gently rubbed her other hole
with one finger.
“Come on, Dee Dee. All you have to do is tell me, and I’ll finish
you off.”
“God, Andrew. How
could you be so mean!? Oh, Oh God, OH GOD, Please. P
I was feeling a little
guilty about it, but I’ve never known a woman before who I could do this to,
just have her begging for it. It felt good.
“Dee Dee.
Dee Dee, honey. How do you feel about me?”
Again I allowed my tongue
to circle her clit, giving just enough stimulation to drive her crazy, but not
enough to finish her off.
She couldn’t take it
anymore.
“All right, you bastard! I admit it.
I love you. I love you more than I love my own life. I love you now
and forever. I
I couldn’t bring myself
to finish her off like that. Instead I took her in my arms and entered
her. I had to be inside her. We loved each other. I had to fuck
her. As my dick slid into her she screamed her orgasm. I pumped her
viciously as I could feel my own climax quickly approach. Again I sprayed
her full of my seed, again I staked my claim. She was mine. It was
the happiest moment of my life.
We lay in each other’s
arms for at least an hour, dozing, and recovering. Deirdre had her eyes
closed and had her head buried in my shoulder. Finally she rolled away
from me buried her head in the pillow and began to cry. She was quietly
weeping into the pillow, but the crying seemed to gain momentum and suddenly
she was bawling piteously, great sobs wracking her body.
I put my hand on her
shoulder but she shuddered and moved away from it.
“Dee Dee, baby. What’s wrong? Are you all right?”
She gasped out her answer
between sobs. “I’m so sorry. I’m a horrible person! I know I’m
awful! How can you stand me? You must hate me. Please don’t
hate me, Andrew. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say it!”
“Say what?” I asked
disingenuously.
“You know perfectly well
what!” she wailed. “Why do you pretend you don’t know what I’m talking
about?”
I tried soothing
her. “Sweetheart, it’s all right. I love you. I forced you to
say it. I won’t hold you to it. You don’t have to love me if you
don’t want to.”
Her wails
increased. She could barely get the words out. “But I do! I
do love you. I can’t help how I feel. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have
said it. I’m an awful person!”
“Yes, Dee Dee, you’re just about the most awful person I know.”
She was gasping and
crying. She was anguished. She asked “Could you still love me
anyway?”
I said “Only till the end
of time.”
That may have been the
right thing to say. She flung herself on me, her head buried into my
shoulder, her arms around my neck, crying inconsolably.
Men are dogs. This
is not a theory, but accepted dogma among the cognoscenti. This poor girl
was pouring her heart out to me. She was crying her eyes out; obviously
broken-hearted at some real or imagined injury she apparently thought she was
doing me.
Yes, I felt tugs on my
heart strings to see such a pitiable sight. Yes, I wanted to hold her to
my chest, pat her head, comfort her. But mostly
I wanted to fuck her. I felt like a pig, but what could I do? Please
refer to my ‘man thinks with his dick’ theorem.
Is there anything sexier
in the world than a gorgeous naked woman, crying her eyes out, needing to be
comforted the old fashioned way? And I was just the guy to do the
comforting.
I reached to the night
stand, grabbed some tissues and started to dry her eyes. I let her blow
her nose a few times and then just held her. Slowly her sobbing
stopped. She seemed to take a deep breath and slowly release it. I
felt her go almost limp in my arms.
That’s when I turned up
her chin and deeply kissed her. The way I figured it was, for some reason
she didn’t want me to know how she felt about me. There was some deep
dark secret lurking there, but I could worry about that later.
The fact is I tortured
the truth out of her. It was easy. I’m thinking of volunteering my
services to work for the army. I could be the official interrogator of
all female prisoners. I’d make ‘em talk.
But the truth is
out. She admitted it to me again. She loves me. My theory
here is: she is ready to fuck. She really wants to be fucked.
Because now she can be fucked by the man she loves and who loves her, and now
both of us know it. That’s got to count for something, right?
I know I wanted to fuck
her and for the very same reason. It’s like sealing a compact. It’s
that signature on the dotted line that changes you from fuck-buddies to soul
mates. It’s the moment in time when both people start thinking about
forever.
I took hold of myself and
began to rub the head along Deirdre’s pussy lips. She was wet already.
I bet her crying made her horny too. She was just so vulnerable.
I didn’t want to take
advantage of her. I just wanted to take her.
I had her on her back,
rubbing her with the head of my dick. I pushed the head between her lips and it
slid in easily. It knew where it belonged. It kept going, moving
slowly into her until it totally bottomed out. And there it stayed.
Our eyes met, and I saw
the look in her eyes. It looked like adoration. I know that
look. I had the same look in my eyes.
I whispered “I love you,
Deirdre”.
She said, “I love you too
Andrew. You are my heart.”
We slowly began to move,
our hips achieving a lazy rhythm. I was moving only a few inches back and forth
within her. We were loving each other.
I tenderly kissed her
while continuing our slow romantic lovemaking. My hands roamed her
body. They just wanted to touch that soft, soft skin. They just
wanted to fondle those small round breasts. They wanted to feel her ass
cheeks; grab them; pull her tighter to me.
She began to moan and
hump. The romantic moment was building toward a sexual release. I
rolled to my back, pulled her on top of me, still impaled on my cock.
She hugged me, her head
on my chest. Then she sat straight up, looking down at me,
and suddenly her tears were a memory. That smile, the one that ignites
her eyes, was suddenly shining like a light above me.
She said, “Oh, you’re
finally going to let me be in charge, you male chauvinist pig?”
I shook my head. “I may
be naïve, but I’m not stupid. You’ve been in charge since the moment you
walked into my life.”
Her smile actually
broadened. My God, she has a dimple! She leaned down and playfully
kissed me, her tits rubbing lightly back and forth across my chest.
Deirdre held that
position, our pubic bones frozen together. Suddenly my dick was being
massaged by Deirdre’s pussy. It was being squeezed, rubbed, toyed
with.
I moaned, “Christ, Dee Dee!”
She smugly said, “You
see? I’m not without talent.”
She leaned forward, gave
me a mind-boggling open-mouthed kiss, then leaned back and started riding.
She said “Hold still,
Andrew.
Her hips were grinding.
She would lean forward, allowing a few inches of my dick to leave her pussy, then push backward, making those same few inches slide their
way home.
At first it was a lazy
ride. But then she started feeling it. Her eyes never left mine,
but her body was in constant motion. Her slow grind gradually sped
up. Her backward motion became jerky. She started to throw her hips
into it. She was fucking me with power, grunting with the force of her
strokes.
I realized she had
achieved total role reversal as she was fucking my brains out and all I could
do was lay there and take it. But I couldn’t take it any more. She
was riding and squeezing, squeezing and riding. I pushed back with as
much force as I could muster and my passion exploded into her womb.
It was the push she
needed as she arched her back, ground her pussy unmercifully against my dick
and screamed her release.
We lay quietly for a long
time afterwards in the glow of being in love. She was still on top of me;
her head was lying on my chest. It felt good.
It was time that I
learned what was bothering Deirdre. Whatever it was that was causing her
such anguish, I had to address it. What kind of a lover am I if I can’t
ease her pain?
I held her as we
talked. “Dee Dee. What is it that’s
bothering you? If there’s some sort of problem, maybe I can help.”
She just shook her head.
“What is it,
Deirdre? Do you have a problem? Are you sick?”
She sadly smiled and
shook her head again.
“You can’t have babies,
is that it?”
She sat up like a
shot. “Babies! You never said anything about
babies!”
I felt I was on shaky
ground, here. She sounded angry. I wasn’t sure whether it was good
or bad that I had never said anything about babies. I didn’t want to
start her on another crying bender, so I tried to remain calm.
I kept my voice soft and
reasonable. “Sweetie, how could I talk about babies when you wouldn’t
talk about next Friday?”
She seemed to be
somewhere else for a second. I saw a tear in her eye. She stood and
held out her hand to me.
“Thank you for another
lovely evening, Andrew. We better call it a night.”
How could something that
was going so well turn so wrong. I had to ask her.
“Deirdre, are you angry
with me? Did I say the wrong thing?”
She smiled and put her
arms around me, hugging her head into my chest. “No, Andrew, you always say the right thing for me. We’ll talk about this
tomorrow night, maybe. I know you must be upset with me for not opening
up, but it’s not my choice to make. I promise I’ll tell you everything
you want to know as soon as I can.”
What do you say to
that? I wasn’t going to get any answers tonight. My only option was
to leave and hope for the best.
Friday at work was much
like Thursday. We were plowing through the information now. We had
a direction we were headed and everything was falling into place. I was
glad for Deirdre, since obviously her performance is essentially evaluated with
every job she does. She’s good. She’s really good. She seems
to love her job.
I was as into the process
as she was on Friday, but I couldn’t help thinking about the things we had said
the night before, especially the part about babies. How was I to
interpret that? We had been having unprotected sex. This was
Deirdre. I certainly had no concerns about disease. And she had
assured me on Wednesday that there was no chance of pregnancy, so I didn’t have
to bother with condoms.
Is she on the pill?
A woman who never has sex on the pill? I wouldn’t think so. Maybe
my second guess was right. Maybe she is sterile. I’m not sure how I
feel about that. Sure, I want kids, but we could adopt if it came to
that. I’m for ZPG anyway.
It’s better that I not try to guess.
My theory is I’m only making trouble for myself by trying to decide what
particular stick is up Deirdre’s lovely little butt. She’ll tell me when
she tells me. I’ll deal with it or I won’t deal with it.
Actually, I’m not really
worried. Mostly I’m concerned about she and I being together. I
couldn’t think of anything that could possibly change that.
Deirdre remained her
lovely, sweet-tempered self during the day. She was all business, as
usual. But her words, her attitude, were all filtered through this
relaxed happy demeanor. I just love to be around her.
As we were preparing to
leave at
“Shall I see you this
evening, Deirdre?” I guess my anxiety showed.
She took my hand.
“Of course, Andrew; we’ve got to sort this out. I think tonight we’ll try
to do it, if that’s okay with you. Pick me up in my room at about 7 tonight,
okay? We’ll have some dinner, then talk. Maybe I’ll have a surprise
for you.”
I said, “No,
thanks. I’ve had all the surprises I can handle in one lifetime.
See you at 7.”
I went home and changed,
turned around and came back into the city. It was one of those things,
you know. I hit every green light on the way out and every green light on
the way back. I drove the speed limit, took my time, and arrived twenty
minutes early.
Rather than sit and wait,
I went straight up to her room. I’d rather be with her than waiting for
her anytime.
When I knocked on her
room it was
Standing in the hallway
of that hotel, I was fine; calm, collected, fine. The door cracked open
and she was there. She stood with the door partially opened, wearing a
silken robe. Suddenly my hormones went crazy. My dick was suddenly
engulfed with the flood of blood that roared into it. I felt a rush and
was suddenly dizzy and passionately aroused.
I stepped into the room,
closing the door behind me and took her in my arms before she could respond.
She had a startled
confused look on her face. She looked scared. I covered her mouth
with mine.
We were kissing, a kiss
of frenzy. My hands were working, untying things, and suddenly she was
disrobed. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her on top
of the spread.
I stepped back and began
to remove my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers. I saw her watching me
undress. She made little motions with her head, shaking it back and forth
in slow little jerks. I heard her whisper “No…”
Her head may have been
whispering ‘no’, but her body was screaming ‘yes’. Her nipples were fully
extended, and I could see that there was already moisture between her legs.
I spent as much time
worrying about it as it took for me to remove the last of my clothes. I
scrambled onto the bed, and I was with her.
She acted like she wanted
to move but couldn’t. I wasn’t in a position to ponder her
reluctance. I needed her worse than I had the first time we did
this.
I rubbed my dick along
her slit to pick up some wetness, and then slammed into her. She
screamed. Her arms suddenly grabbed my ass, pulling me into her, her
fingernails clawing me.
She felt different
somehow. I was crazed with arousal. How could this woman do this to
me? It was as if the previous hard fuckings had ‘worn off’ and I had to
reclaim my stake on her.
We were fucking like animals. My dick felt like an irresistible
force. I hammered into her, but she gave as good
as she got. I heard her scream her way through another orgasm. It
didn’t stop me. It didn’t slow me down. I had to fill her with my
seed. I had to claim her for my own. I was roaring my desire, my love, my need to own her.
I felt my climax building. My lips were on hers, demanding and receiving
her passionate response. My dick expanded and filled with sperm. I
was cumming and she was screaming again. I thought our passion would never
end.
And then it was
over. We both collapsed from our release. I took her in my arms to
hold her.
Her head was moving back
and forth. I heard her whisper “She said death by fucking.”
Suddenly she was
crying. It was like yesterday. She turned away from me, forcing her
face into the pillow. She was bawling her eyes out. She was
mumbling but her voice got louder till I finally could make out the words.
“I’m sorry. I
didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to do it. I’m such an awful
person. I’m horrible.”
Her breathing became
labored as she was talking and crying at the same time, her breath coming in
gasps.
I took her into my arms
and said “Don’t worry baby. I love you.”
She cried louder.
“How can you love me when you don’t even know me?”
I kissed her
eyelids. “I’ve known you since the beginning of time. I’ve loved
you forever.”
She opened her eyes and
looked longingly into mine, still sobbing. She said “She said you were
wonderful!” And she kept crying.
Who said I was
wonderful. Carol? I always thought my secretary thought I was an
arrogant little snot. I am an arrogant little snot.
All men are pigs, me in
particular. I was learning that a crying woman was a sure way to make an
aroused man. My dick was recovering again. With no more stimulation
than a crying, beautiful, sexy, nude woman, it sprang back to life.
I had to be in her while
I comforted her. It was an irrepressible need. I took hold of my
manhood, found her nether lips, and slid into her again.
Her eyes flew wide.
She said, “Oh my God! No, not again! Oh God! I think you should
stop. Maybe you shouldn’t do this. Oh God!”
Her eyes closed and again
her arms were pulling me into her.
Suddenly I heard a voice
from behind us. It said “At least you could have waited until you were
introduced!”
I turned and there was
Deirdre standing in the doorway of the bathroom, naked except for a towel
wrapped around her wet hair.
I went into sensual
overload.
“Damn, there’s fucking
two of you. I fucking knew it!!”