Continues from [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iwles6/makeup_sex_with_mary_mf_part_1/)
I opened my eyes again. My phone lay next to me. 9:30AM. Eight missed calls and messages from the Uber driver and a cancellation notice with a $15 missed ride fee. Fuck.
Mary lay next to me and she stirred as I began to move. I looked down. Dammit why did I look? Her voluptuous form looked heavenly in the soft early sunlight. This goddess made for the best angry makeup sex ever I thought as I reminisced about her drinking wine from my cock in the tub next door. I managed to extricate myself without waking her. I went to the restroom to break the seal and took in the sight – her slip on the floor, empty wine glasses and bottle, tub still full.
I cleaned up and drained the tub. As I walked back out, Mary had fallen asleep again, now on her belly, one leg bent out of the sheets, one leg in, exposing her tight trimmed pussy and even tighter asshole. My eyes followed the lines up her strong back, to her neck where her soft flowing locks lay tousled around her head. I watched her chest heave and fall as she slept, the edges of her bosom just visible. As my eyes traced back down, my traitorous cock decided that we weren’t going to slip out but instead reminded me Mary was going to “make it up to me” as she had promised the night before. I decided the best way to make that happen was going the extra mile.
I went out to the kitchen, washed the glasses and tried to keep quiet as I riffed through her fridge for some food. I had made coffee and started on an omelet when a pair of arms wrapped around me.
“Good morning.” She said wearily. I turned around.
Mary was wearing a long loose tshirt and clearly nothing else.
“Good morning to you. How do you feel?”
“Like shit.”
“Fair enough. That wine was strong. Here’s some coffee and breakfast.”
“Thanks.”
She sat down at her small table and revived herself with caffeine. “What do you have going on today?”
“Well I was supposed to be at Habitat again today to keep building but I missed my shift there this morning. Hopefully someone covered it.” I apparently sounded more annoyed than I was because she seemed genuinely apologetic.
“ Oh my god I’m so sorry, I’m such a mess.”
“Whatever Mary, I’m just glad you’re feeling better because you were really vindictive last night.”
“I’m sorry, I know I had too much to drink, but as I recall you liked how it turned out.”
“Yeah, but then you had to go and make it about Sofia again.”
“I said I’m sorry, already.”
“Mary I’m trying to show you that you mean a lot to me and that I really care about you,” I said, gesturing to the coffee and breakfast, “I stayed because you asked me to and because I wanted to make sure you didn’t puke all over yourself.” I played myself the hero some more, undeserving of the accolades as my horny brain took over.
“Well I really appreciate that. It means a lot to me.”
I could have just said you’re welcome like a normal, thoughtful human being and went on my way, but no, my cock and I wanted to get laid that morning.
“Does it? Because last night I kinda felt used, like you weren’t really into me, just that you wanted to make sure I knew that I was your, I dunno, like your property, not that you actually wanted *me.*”
That must’ve hit her guilt button just right, because she looked hurt, “Don’t say that, I do want you. Don’t you believe me?”
I said nothing.
She got the hint.
“What can I do to show you how thankful I am for you taking care of me and making me breakfast?” A mature partner in a healthy interdependent relationship would have said, “Nothing, loving and caring for you is reward enough.” But the manipulative, sex addled dick brain that I was back then simply said, “You know how I like to be thanked.”
She blinked at me a few times, I’m certain, contemplating whether she should say yes or no. I walked to her and took her hand, leading her back to the bedroom. I sat her down on the edge of the bed and reached down and grabbed the T-shirt, pulling up on it until it was over her head, her tits dropping into view and she raised her arms to let me take it off. My cock rose to attention as I stepped out of my shorts and underwear.
Mary leaned forward without saying a word and put my cock into her mouth. It wasn’t the best blowjob, not even a good one, but she mechanically worked my shaft with her lips and occasionally pushed it into the back of her throat. Suck Suck Suck. Deepthroat for 3 seconds. Suck Suck Suck. Deepthroat for 3 seconds. As someone accustomed to the heavenly head Mary typically gave, this flaccid fellatio was falling flat.
She looked up at me, “Are you close?” “No,” I answered hoping to encourage her. “Okay, do you wanna fuck me instead?” “Yeah, sure.”
Mary laid back and spread her legs into the air. I tried to savor the sight of her body splayed before me inviting me to penetrate her. Usually she would spread her pussy or say something erotic that would drive me wild. This time, silence and she just held the edge of the bed. “Okay, go ahead.”
*What the fuck!* I thought to myself. *Fine. You know what? I’ve straight up used your pussy before. I could do it again.*
Coming up to her legs, my shaft struggled to stay erect, sensing her dispassion. Determined, I rubbed it up and down against her labia and ass, trying to keep it hard.
“Just pick a hole, please,” she deadpanned.
There was a time when this would have been begged for with an air of desperation, desire, depravity. There was a time when Mary would have quivered with anticipation, unsure whether I was going to make her cum from taking her pussy or ass for my pleasure at my whim.
Mary’s obligatory, emotionless edict today was everything but.
“Ugh. Never mind.” I pulled away and put my shorts on.
Mary sighed, “Throwaway I’m really sorry I just feel like shit. I’m so hung over. For real though, you can use my pussy if you want to get off.”
“Really it’s okay.” I made my way to the door.
“Okay,” she said, unsure, “call me later?”
“Yeah sure” I said as I walked out.
Later that day, Mary texted me:
“Hey are you mad at me? I’m really sorry for what I was saying about Sofia. I was jealous and I should have trusted you.”
“No, not mad – wasn’t ever just annoyed. I know you didn’t mean what you were saying about Sofia. And I’m sorry I tried to make you have sex with me. I was really horny and just wanted to get off, but you clearly weren’t into it.”
“… did you?”
“No,” I lied.
I wasn’t proud of it but I had come home and pulled up another picture of Sofia in the bikini from the [night in question](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iwles6/makeup_sex_with_mary_mf_part_1/) and jerked off to it, revenge-fantasizing about feeling up her tits and getting my cock sucked by her in the hot tub. All the things Mary accused me of anyway and then some. I even put on the video of Mary blowing me in the [Hall of Mirrors](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i7kzmh/the_hall_of_mirrors_blowjob_carnival_part_5_mf/) in the background while doing it.
“??Good cum back over and I’ll let you pick a hole properly this time.”
It came with a selfie of her non all fours with bottom in front of a mirror showing a reflection of her ass an pussy. The pic was captioned, “? ? ?”
I wasn’t about to turn that down…
To be continued.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ixo7xy/makeup_sex_with_mary_mf_part_2