bad, I suppose.
I opened my mouth, and took the first two powerful spurts on the back of my throat with a flinching shudder. It didn’t take long for my mouth to fill with the delicious sensation that I swallowed with an enormous gulp. The final sticky blast splattered across my face in a stringy mess, dribbling off my chin while I moaned in delight. I could never get enough cum to sate my hunger. I just wish…
My eyes flew open, doe-like with beseechment. “Fuck me, please, I want you so bad, John.” I crawled away, flat on my back and he followed stiffly after me.
“Yes, Margo, I will readily comply with your request. I’m going to fuck you now.”
There were so many things I wanted to do with him, but couldn’t due to his limited range of articulation. John was my impressively capable partner, yet severely lacking in so many ways. Even missionary was difficult for him, but I liked to feel the weight of my lover pressing down on me, immobilizing me, pinning me down at times.
“Depth of penetration, Margo?”
“Seven inches, slow at first.”
I lifted my legs, letting them come to rest on his shoulders, and John bore down until they were pushed back as far as they would go, knees bent and spread wide before him. It was easier for him this way, eagerly lifting my ass at just the right angle. With a bit of fumbling, I finally felt the swollen head of his cock hunting for me.
“A little to the left…there, No! Back the other waaaiee! Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit!” My eyes flew wide in rapturous bliss as John lanced into me like a hot knife cutting through butter.
“Are you injured, Margo? Should I-”
“Oh god, no! That feels… Go on, John, I’m ready. “
My delicate moaning grew heavy over time, fuelled by a never-ending cadence of mechanical dependability. John felt good, he always did, and he tried so hard to make me happy, but… I’d grown long used to his somewhat awkward and jerky movements by now, able to accommodate for his complete lack of rhythm, but it just wasn’t doing it for me this time. Everything felt choreographed to the point of complacency, and even as horny as I was, I just couldn’t get into it. Something’s wrong.
I let out a puffing breath, staring blankly at the ceiling that moved back and forth above me. Most of the time when John and I were together like this, I would fantasize about a man that I knew would never come. I tried to envision the picture perfect lover that I would never meet, the man who would love me for who I was, instead of tossing me in the trash like a cheap piece of meat after he was bored with me. However, this time my fantasy lover wouldn’t manifest, kept at a distance by a void of restless uncertainty.
“Is something wrong, Margo, you seem perplexed?” I was so engrossed in my thoughts of worrying doubt that I hadn’t noticed John had stopped.
“What? No, I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself; do you wish me to do something else? Would you better enjoy anal sex, or perhaps I could get a second adapter and-”
“No, it’s just,” I couldn’t tell him how I was feeling. He wouldn’t understand anyway. Hell, I didn’t know what I was feeling at the moment. I knew I couldn’t hurt his feelings, but I didn’t want John to feel like I was unhappy with his performance either. “Let’s try something else. Lay down and let me get on top, okay?”
“Of course, Margo, anything you wish.” Anything I wish? I could wish for a lot, but I’ll tell you what, if I put my wishes in one hand, and shit in the other, we both know which one would come up short.
John climbed off me with the grace of a floundering rhino and I slid out from under him, waiting for him to get situated before climbing on top, guiding the tip of his cock between my ass cheeks. It looked as if extreme measures were in order tonight to clear the dark cloud that had sprang to life above me. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong,
I opened my mouth, and took the first two powerful spurts on the back of my throat with a flinching shudder. It didn’t take long for my mouth to fill with the delicious sensation that I swallowed with an enormous gulp. The final sticky blast splattered across my face in a stringy mess, dribbling off my chin while I moaned in delight. I could never get enough cum to sate my hunger. I just wish…
My eyes flew open, doe-like with beseechment. “Fuck me, please, I want you so bad, John.” I crawled away, flat on my back and he followed stiffly after me.
“Yes, Margo, I will readily comply with your request. I’m going to fuck you now.”
There were so many things I wanted to do with him, but couldn’t due to his limited range of articulation. John was my impressively capable partner, yet severely lacking in so many ways. Even missionary was difficult for him, but I liked to feel the weight of my lover pressing down on me, immobilizing me, pinning me down at times.
“Depth of penetration, Margo?”
“Seven inches, slow at first.”
I lifted my legs, letting them come to rest on his shoulders, and John bore down until they were pushed back as far as they would go, knees bent and spread wide before him. It was easier for him this way, eagerly lifting my ass at just the right angle. With a bit of fumbling, I finally felt the swollen head of his cock hunting for me.
“A little to the left…there, No! Back the other waaaiee! Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit!” My eyes flew wide in rapturous bliss as John lanced into me like a hot knife cutting through butter.
“Are you injured, Margo? Should I-”
“Oh god, no! That feels… Go on, John, I’m ready. “
My delicate moaning grew heavy over time, fuelled by a never-ending cadence of mechanical dependability. John felt good, he always did, and he tried so hard to make me happy, but… I’d grown long used to his somewhat awkward and jerky movements by now, able to accommodate for his complete lack of rhythm, but it just wasn’t doing it for me this time. Everything felt choreographed to the point of complacency, and even as horny as I was, I just couldn’t get into it. Something’s wrong.
I let out a puffing breath, staring blankly at the ceiling that moved back and forth above me. Most of the time when John and I were together like this, I would fantasize about a man that I knew would never come. I tried to envision the picture perfect lover that I would never meet, the man who would love me for who I was, instead of tossing me in the trash like a cheap piece of meat after he was bored with me. However, this time my fantasy lover wouldn’t manifest, kept at a distance by a void of restless uncertainty.
“Is something wrong, Margo, you seem perplexed?” I was so engrossed in my thoughts of worrying doubt that I hadn’t noticed John had stopped.
“What? No, I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself; do you wish me to do something else? Would you better enjoy anal sex, or perhaps I could get a second adapter and-”
“No, it’s just,” I couldn’t tell him how I was feeling. He wouldn’t understand anyway. Hell, I didn’t know what I was feeling at the moment. I knew I couldn’t hurt his feelings, but I didn’t want John to feel like I was unhappy with his performance either. “Let’s try something else. Lay down and let me get on top, okay?”
“Of course, Margo, anything you wish.” Anything I wish? I could wish for a lot, but I’ll tell you what, if I put my wishes in one hand, and shit in the other, we both know which one would come up short.
John climbed off me with the grace of a floundering rhino and I slid out from under him, waiting for him to get situated before climbing on top, guiding the tip of his cock between my ass cheeks. It looked as if extreme measures were in order tonight to clear the dark cloud that had sprang to life above me. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong,
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