Being reassured by my girl[F]riend after being kicked out and the pande[M]ic worsened. [Long]

>*The fucked up part is that, while I can’t swear I’m representing dialogues verbatim, the actions leading up to sex are pretty much what actually happened during this streak of rather odd luck.*

A very naked Olive was using my arm as her pillow. That made getting to my phone a tad difficult.  I managed to grab the pesky device and checked the message. I had it on *Do Not Disturb*, so whatever had come through the filter had to be important.

A text from DJ: “Hey, cousin. Unfortunately, I got not great news.”

I had flown to Olive, and, the moment I got to the Airbnb, airports started canceling flights left and right as the COVID-19 situation exploded. I was risking being stranded not close to home. I needed the distraction, for I had recently moved out of my house, as my once-open marriage was headed straight into divorce. DJ had told me I could stay with him if I helped with minor stuff. “Not great news” sounded like insult *and* injury, to say the very least.

I typed my response: “What’s up? Need help with something?”

“I have been moved to the Coronavirus department. I’m sorry, but I cannot have anyone at my place anymore. I’ll have your room closed for when you come and pick up your stuff.”

DJ’s job at the CDC usually had a very different area of specialization. Oh, well, facing homelessness now. Certainly qualified for not-great-news. I got another text.

“Double-check with your airline that you’re not having your flight canceled. Sorry, cousin.”

“Not your fault. Thanks for hosting me!” I did mind my manners since he did help as much as he could. I had to move back and forth…Olive allowed me to sit up. I took the news in.

A small hand on my back. I turned around to find my petite girlfriend looking at me. “Everything OK?”

Olive had been there when my marriage fell apart, as we had started dating as cracks started appearing on it. She was aware of the complications of my situation. I explained the development to her.

“Oh.”

“‘Oh’ sounds about right,” I chuckled, mirthlessly. I looked at the Asian girl. My eyes lingered on hers, and she caught it. “You know what I need, right?”

The previous round of sex, during the night, had been consensual non-consent. Prior to that, I had punished her for sending a cheeky snapchat message to her friends (*given my timing for the visit, she had sent a pic of her grinning face and disheveled hair, “he may be stupid, but he sure knows how to fuck”*). This time I needed reassurance. I would have to find a hotel and then a place to live. But I needed to feel warmth. I caressed her cheek. My words were unnecessary. Olive nodded and leaned in for a kiss.

I lazily kicked the covers away and grabbed her face, deepening the kiss. Her hands held onto my back. She draped a leg over my hips. Olive and I made out for a minute or five. It’s too easy to forget time with the mind-wiping kisses I get from her. I managed to end a kiss, and I brushed my lips against her neck, traveling down. I opened her legs while moving down the bed and came face to face with her shaved pussy. I looked up and made firm eye contact. I savoured the moment and inhaled the scent of her arousal. My stubble touched her inner thigh. My face rubbed against the tender skin, forcing a gasp out of her. The wetness increased. I offered a quick tongue flick up her pussy. Olive gasped again and jumped eager despite herself, waiting.

“What a tasty little girl,” I maintained eye contact, watching her lower lip tremble from anticipation. 

I closed my eyes and gave in. My tongue touched every part of her crotch, circling closer and closer until her flavor flooded me. Her gasps and moans only made me lick her with more hunger. I’m aware I may not be the most skilled oral lover, but what I lack in finesse, I make up with need for her. I ate her like I was starving, my hands kneading her ass while I made out with her wet labia. One of my fingers gently rubbed her clit between tongue lashes, alternating stimulations until Olive shook, cumming for me.

When I looked up the next time, my tongue was already numb. According to the clock, I had been eating her for half an hour. No wonder. I switched over, and I fingered her. Her cues were easy to follow. Higher here…not so fast…I explored her body, learning how to make her cum harder. I watched with pleasure as she couldn’t fight it, and her body quivered once more under the strong effects of an orgasm.

According to the clock, another half an hour had gone by. I grinned wolfishly at her. “Okay, now we’re ready to fuck.”

“What?!” Olive’s look of disbelief made the hand and tongue numbing well worth it. I crawled on top of her and kissed her lips.

I grinned throughout the kiss until it ended. “Now guide me in.”

After having so much sex (the final count was 11 times in two days to the best of our knowledge), her pussy was swollen. I pressed. Despite her wetness and two orgasms, the size difference between us didn’t change. With about a foot in height difference and my cock being too big to fully fit in her, we struggled, as usual.

My hips pressed forward. Olive bit her lip. I applied more pressure, and she responded by furrowing her brow. Her pussy yielded, and I slid the tip in. The petite girl sighed with relief and pleasure. She gave me a gently cheeky grin. “Not bad for an old man, huh.”

I am 35, she is 21. I shook my head, grinning back. “Let’s see if you can keep up with this ‘old man’, then.”

Despite the apparent challenge in words, we embraced each other. I slid more of myself into her. Her tightness always shook me. Olive is sometimes tight enough to literally leave bruises on my length. I gave her more of my unprotected cock, forcing her body to take me in. 

I touched her cervix. I kissed her forehead and then lowered my lips to give her nose bridge a playful nibble (according to her, one of my trademarks). “Good girl.”

Olive beamed back at me. I pulled back, then pushed forward, allowing her to get used to my size. Her hands traveled over my torso with a gentle, comforting touch, wordlessly telling me it was going to be alright. I smiled at Olive. My eyes traveled down our bodies, and I knew just what to do.

“Look at it,” I ordered. 

The Asian girl glanced at my condom-less cock gently moving in and out of her. I was aware that the lack of a barrier method, plus the size difference, worked wonders on her. Her back arched, and a gasp escaped her. 

“Good girl,” I encouraged her again. I needed to forget why I needed comfort. I kissed her once more, and I left my eyes open for a moment, just to watch her bask in the sensations. My girl hummed, happy.

I bumped into her cervix a little harder. Olive’s cervix either has a high pain tolerance or has been trained through enough sex with me. Regardless of the reasons, it’s not deal-breaking pain for her. I pressed hard, and she let out a quiet yelp before capturing my lips, nibbling on the lower one. 

Her hands unabashedly grabbed my ass and moved, hinting at a guiding motion. I somewhat followed her desires, just so she didn’t feel like she was entirely in charge. The sub in her appreciated it. Whenever my glans bumped against her limit, she’d offer small grunts of pain and pleasure. 

The firm barrier also made it painful for me at the end of every thrust. We stopped kissing, our hips still finding ways to meet, filling the room with wet sounds. We looked into each other’s eyes and smiled conspiratorially. We knew it hurt a bit, but the depth of the penetration compensated with pleasure that made us pant. My pace quickened.

“I’m not going to ask you where you want it,” the corner of my mouth curled up. With shared kinks, I catered to both of our desires. While she was on birth control, she loved it when I forced her to take it. “I’m going to fucking knock you up.”

Her eyes went wide, and her body shook. I searched for the small area of skin that was extremely sensitive, and my thrusts aggressively rubbed against it. I forced her to withstand a wave of overwhelming pleasure. The way her eyes began to roll back and her mouth hung open told me I was doing exactly what she needed. Her hands trembled, and she clawed at the bed sheets. Her fingers grasped at the sheets and twisted. Her head turned to look at me in panic. Her breathing deepened.

“It’s okay, baby. Cum. Cum for me,” I encouraged her. I insistently rubbed and pounded the same spot to drive her crazy. 

Olive’s expression intensified, her breathing laboured, her back arched. Her head loosened a bit and shook, unable to deal with the sensations. Her shoulders quivered, and she let out a loud moan. 

“What a good girl…”

She inhaled sharply. Her pussy squeezed me painfully tight, and she came so hard, her body locked in place in ecstasy and tension that looked almost like agony, if it weren’t for the obvious bliss in her. Marveling, I watched her. I could tell she was even close to passing out, experiencing the strongest orgasm I had ever seen her go through.

“I’m going to fill you,” I promised.

We locked eyes. The way she looked at me pushed me over far quicker than any physical sensation. 

“Take it…just…take it,” I growled and enjoyed that her expression gave a hint of a smile when she felt my cock twitch.

The universe contracted before an explosion of pleasure that forced my eyes shut. I emptied my balls inside her, coating her cervix with my seed as we both groaned.

“What the fuck was that?” I probably spoke for both of us as I finally came to my senses.

“If the world has to shut down and quarantine, I want it to be with you,” she wistfully said.

“I know,” I agreed. “It wouldn’t be smart. But it would be fun.”

The comment reminded me that I needed to find a place to stay once back in town. But it could wait just for a couple more hours. The world could wait. I held Olive tight and made sure I didn’t pull out of her, stoppering my cum inside of her.

“Nap before breakfast? That was dizzying. I’ll need food to think straight and solve my situation anyway,” I reasoned.

“Nap sounds good,” my exhausted girl nodded and allowed me to hold her as we drifted off to sleep with me inside her.

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