Chapter 6: Who Are You Now?
She immediately starts to get concerned about dinner. I suggest take out. “No way, I’m committed to making you a proper meal babe” she shoots back at me.
She’s serious. It’s heartwarming to hear. The comment snaps me back into a brief moment of introspection.
Nearly 12 hours into consciousness this Saturday, I’ve cum three times. Six times in total since I’ve arrived. But the night is young, and time as stated earlier, is moving forward in spite of my perfect sex weekend.
She starts making dinner around 7. She provides me with a drink (more champagne), some trail mix (the best appetizer she can rustle up), and a fully rolled joint that I agree to take, even though I know I don’t need it.
The boast she’s given my sexual ego since I’ve arrived is the only high I need. Yet here I am, puffing away.
Dinner is done close to 8. She sets the table with the precision of a housewife from a 1950s sitcom. Silverware, plates, drinking and wine glasses are all laid out perfectly.
We have a lovely time during dinner. Talking about friends and family, as well as the logistics of her upcoming move.
We turn the conversation back to the state of us. She confirms that there’s no way she’s leaving town without seeing me again, and that she’ll occasionally need to return for work. I didn’t want to admit it, but this is a relief. I’m sure she can see the relief due to the ever present lack of a poker face.
She tells me that when this happens, she’d likely be able to grab a hotel in Baltimore on her return trips home, so we can spend some future evenings together. I play this news as cool as I can. “Oh yeah? Sounds good”.
After dinner it’s more drinks and weed. We decide to watch the Jerrod Carmichael stand up special – Rothanial. When it’s over we talk about how incredibly intimate it was, the courage he showering in came out as gay during the special, how hard it is for black people to come out to their friends and families, largely due to religion. Short of the mind blowing sex, this is one of my favorite highlights of the time we spent together.
She starts to fade. I allow her to curl up in my arms and take a nap. I’m once again studying her breathing patterns. Her hands and feet always twitch as she sleeps. I try to hold them down a bit so the movements don’t wake her up, but as I did in the past, I fail every time.
As she sleeps, I allow myself to enjoy the fact that she’s in my arms. I feel like I’m protecting her. It makes me feel what I always want to feel. Needed.
She wakes up around 11:20 p.m. I ask her how she’s feeling. She says good, but that she’s sorry she passed out on me. I tell her it’s fine, and ask her if she needs to go to bed. “Just for more dick” is her sly reply.
She notes that she wants us to stay up long enough to play an old board game called Hotels. This is something that we did in the past, toward the end of the first half of our relationship. I passively agree, but I note that she kicked my ass the last time we played. She won’t admit that that’s why she wants to play again, but I suspect this is the case.
I stand up off of the couch.
“So, are you ready for more dick now, or later?” I ask her as my cock is clearly swelling up in my black Air Jordan basketball shorts.
She puts her foot against my cock and starts to rub it until I’m fully hard.
“Anytime is a good time for more dick” she replies. My D.C. Girl…Always the consummate slut. Always saying exactly what she knows will cause me to loose my mind in her pussy afterward.
I give her my hand and help her off the couch. She starts to walk towards the bedroom, and I grab her arm, pulling her back into me. I kiss her deeply. And in one motion I pick her up in my arms, and carry her to the bed.
She takes off her clothes (blue cotton college shorts, black tank top, with no bra).
I disrobe down to nothing and climb into the bed. She leans over me and kisses me deeply. She starts to work her way down my chest, and for what feels like the 20th time since I’ve arrived, my cock is in her mouth.
My legs are still sore. Even more than they were when we returned from our day trip. I use this fact to pull her onto of me.
“I want you to ride my cock until I cum” I tell her.
“Yes sir” she replies.
She climbs on top of me. I’m trying to enter her and she’s trying to position me at the same time. She grabs my hand and says “I’ve got it baby” just relax. I accept this and let her guide me into her warm and wet cunt. She lowers herself onto me gently.
“Oh fuck” she lets out as she takes me down to the base of my cock.
It’s the first time she’s ridden me since I arrived. In that moment I remember that this is actually my favorite position when we have sex. I decide that this won’t be the last time she rides me before I go.
She starts grinding on my cock. Slow circles at first. But she quickly picks up the rhythm.
I take hold of the color of the room. The green handkerchief covering the lap is giving the whole room a green hue. Her body looks stunning in this light. All of my sense are hyperactive at this point. It feels like I’m on the set of a rarely well produced pornographic movie.
I’m getting a second wind again, so I start to drive my hips upward. I know this is well received, because her eyes start rolling into the back of her skull when I do this.
I’m thrusting into her deep now. She’s no longer controlling this portion of our sexual exploits.
I start bouncing her hard off of my cock. She starts grabbing my chest.
Her head shoots back as I feel her gripping my cock. I know she’s close to cumming again.
I pull myself up while she’s still in my lap. Her legs wrap around my body. I put my hands firmly on her ass cheeks and pull her into me forcefully.
“Mmmm” she whispers into my ear. “Your cock feels so good”. She’s affirming what I already know, but I play along.
“Oh yeah?” I ask.
“Fuck yes daddy. I love that big dick. I think about it when I fade off to sleep. I think about it when I wake in the middle of the night and need to touch myself. I missed it so much” she replies.
I remove my left hand from her ass and slowly guide it around her throat. “Show me how good it feels slut. I don’t believe you. Fucking show me” I whisper into her ear.
She responds to this by bouncing harder on my dick. I can feel her juices flowing over my balls as she rides me. She tries to bounce hard on me, and I can tell my chocking is starting to effect her. I choke her harder.
“You wanted more dick, huh?”
She lets out a muffled “yes sir”.
“Did you miss my cock?”
Another muffled “yes sir”.
“I still don’t believe you whore”
I squeeze my hands tighter around her ass and throat.
She’s keeps trying to ride me harder, but her legs are shaking at this point. She collapses on my dick with her full body weight, and I feel the head of my cock knocking against her cervix.
“Holy shit babe!” she cries out.
I grind my hips into her. I can feel the pussy juice coating my groin and balls again. I pull her off of me and she’s leaking cum onto the comforter.
Her breathing is heavy.
“What the fuck? Babe omg” she says looking up at me clearly in a dick drunk haze.
I don’t have any time for compliments. I need to pound her now. She’s been too nice up to this point. I feel the need to punish her for it.
I turn her onto her stomach, and I pull her legs up while they’re still closed.
I force my cock in hard. This is the first time all weekend I didn’t start by entering her gently.
“Babe!” She lets out. I can tell it hurts but feels good. Nothing she says matters at this point. Nothing she says would change the outcome.
I drive my cock into her again. A loud slapping sound fills the room.
“Hey not too..”. *slap* I drive my cock in again. Pumping furiously into her soaking, throbbing cunt.
The point of verbally trying to resist has completely passed. She knows from our past experiences that in fact the opposite is true. That any form of noncompliance is just going to make me fuck her harder.
I pull both of her hands behind her back with one hand. I force her head into the bed as hard as I can with the other. It makes a loud thud sound. This turns me on more.
“You said you wanted dick, right slut?” I tell her in a tone that’s as loud as I’ve been all weekend.
She’s only murmuring words I can’t understand at this point. She knows that responding will only drive me further. She’s literally a pint sized, adorable bundle of compliance….And I want to break her in half.
I’m piston fucking her again. Her body is completely flailing on the bed. She has lost control, and I have all of it. With every crushing blow deep into her pussy we both know this to be true.
Without warning she squirts on my cock again.
Now I’m able to make out what she’s saying.
“I can’t. I can’t. Please. please don’t sir”
In this moment I decide to take her asshole.
There’s no need to desperately reach for lube. She’s squirted all over me multiple times now. What her body has given me will suffice.
I pull out and immediately place my dick against her asshole.
“Oh no, wait, what??” she says.
I thrust into her. Not my entire cock, just hard enough to break the seal.
“Oh my fucking god” she says. Her legs are shaking uncontrollably now. I drive my cock deeper, but still not as far as I could. Her squirming make her grip me tighter.
I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head off the bed, and I ask her again. This time with a much deeper tone and intention in my voice.
“Do you want me to fill this fucking hole now??”
“Yes fuck, please!
I drive my cock in balls deep. I lay my full weight on top of her. And I pump her asshole as hard as I can. I keep pulling her face out of the bed, her hair still wrapped around my hair. I don’t want to miss a word.
“Please cum! Please!” she’s screaming.
“Take my fucking cock properly you fucking slut” I yell back at her.
I pounded her for what feels like forever, in actuality was likely only a few more minutes. I was close before I started fucking her ass.
“You want cum now whore?” I ask her.
“Yes! Please sir!” she says.
I raise out of her. She quickly turns and faces me. I stoke a hot load out all over her face and tits. It’s the hardest I’ve cum so far this weekend.
“Oh my fucking god…Who the fuck are you now???” she asks while gasping for air. A smile of both relief and pleasure growing across her face.
It’s the second time she’s asked me this question this weekend. I don’t respond this time. I just lay next to her on the bed. My breathing is heavy. My eyes fixed on the ceiling as I pull my hands behind the back of my head.
I let the question bounce around the corners of my mind for a bit….who the fuck am I right now?
The only answer that makes sense is that right now, I’m the closest version to my true self that I’ll ever actually be.
The me I’ve attempted to keep locked away all weekend couldn’t be the furthest from the me lying in this bed. That version of me is serious, responsible, prudent, and introverted.
The man that just destroyed D.C. Girl’s asshole is a born fuck machine. He’s built for pleasure. He’s the alpha. He take what he fucking wants, when he chooses to. And D.C. Girl is the prey.
A smile slowly spreads across my face as I stare at the ceiling. She wraps herself around me again and lightly kisses my cheek.
“Hey, can you roll us another joint?” I ask her. “Fucking GLADLY” she replies
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