This happened some time back. I had let myself believe that a guy I’d been fucking, was truly single and unmarried at age 40. That he was into the idea of catching feelings. That he possibly had feelings for me.
We’d had dinner. He took me on a stroll. It seemed romantic. He found a bench that was isolated. I sat down and my hand landed on his thigh. He began gripping my hand tightly.
He told me my suspicion of his married status was right. He had kids. He even fucked her once after I drained him and told the tale. This was a guy who only fucked raw.
The argument ended because my friends were waiting for me at a bar for a birthday. Dare I say he held back tears? He was a full grown man, all I did was chide him about how there was too much uncertainty about whether any of us were still clean. Me? Slut taking a few dicks a week? Lol.
I was furious but pretending I was fine. Then I told my trusty pussy owner. Let’s call him Dre. You remember him. Has the deed to my pussy?
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Dre tried his best to console me. Tried to drag me back to the realm of logic. How could I be heartbroken about a guy who didn’t call me a girlfriend? How did I get dumped before I even got a boyfriend?
He gave up and offered to meet me every week and watch House of the Dragon together. When I first met him in 2020 I tried asking him to meet me weekly and he felt that it was too much time to give me. So for Dre to offer me weekly meets is pretty special. I accepted immediately. I knew I’d find solace in a reliable torso to hug, and dick to fuck.
I wasn’t really thinking about sex but I knew sex had a great track record for resetting me. At that point I just wanted to mourn the loss of hope, eat way too much carb and stare at a wall as little spoon.
Dre tried to ramp up the horny. He teased me in texts and I responded in my ‘sex bot auto mode’. Something about going brain dead; Clementine from Westworld played in my mind.
I showed up, LiHo Tea in hand. The usual fried rice and noodles fragrant and filling the room. Dre came to the door and I saw him searching my face for some clues. He smiled and hugged me before I defaulted to closing the door and taking my shoes off.
I tried to chat as we ate but I ended up not being a contributor to the conversation. He looked at me and asked if I was okay. I said I don’t know. We finished the food and talked about the show. He had read the books as a kid and he knew much more about the story than I did. Maybe the books contributed to making Dre this twisted nerd.
He got up and cleared the plates away. I hung around the doorway of the kitchen and watched his tall figure hunch over the sink. Dre seemed too tall for the setup. I wondered how I ended up with tall guys; the women on this island seemed to have a consensus that taller is better and shorter need not apply. Purportedly anyway.
If women had Pretty Privilege then men had Tall Privilege. Dre should have been fawned over in his school days. He didn’t have the features of an influencer. If I had to name someone who had a similar face, it’d be Jamus Lim. Not hot, not cute, but average looking. Looks can be deceiving.
He finished washing and came to hug me again. He asked if I’d like to lie down. I followed him to the bedroom. Mattress on the floor. I took my bra off to be more comfortable.
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I lay down and waited for him to join me but he didn’t. He looked at me and I didn’t know what he was looking for. Dre pulled me up to a sitting position and kissed me gently.
We’d slowly taken off each other’s clothes. I flinched when he moved too suddenly so he’d slowed down. I was only taking his cues. All I wanted was to feel loved. Even if it were fake. It was almost tender.
His dick could never lie. He was going slow for my sake but my every whimper made his dick twitch. I caressed the shaft, hot against my cold fingers.
Dre eventually lay down and put me on top of him. I sat up and he twitched right on my clit. Maybe the sweat helped. I slid myself along his shaft and got wetter. He kept smiling and looking at me.
I couldn’t tell what he was smiling at. I thought he was smiling because it felt nice for him. I braced and slid harder, avoiding his gaze. We both moaned after a few deliberate long strokes.
I couldn’t deny the pleasure so I looked him in the eye and focused on rounding the tip of his dick to let him sink into me. No hands needed.
His face flushed. I went as slow as I could. We both knew this was a favorite sensation. It almost feels longer when it’s slower. I finished off with a grind on his pubic bone. The tip of him touching my A spot.
Dre had a snarl on his face. I knew he wanted me to ride us both to pound town. My fingers would never leave his nipples. For I am a good slut, knowing his preferences.
I kept going until my thighs burned. I leaned in and nibbled his shoulder as though somehow it would get easier. He must’ve sensed my frustration.
Dre: Slow down. Lemme get a good look at you.
He grabbed my throat when I smiled weakly at him.
Dre: You don’t get to think of some other dick, slut. I’m not satisfied yet.
He was right. I should be focusing on pleasing my preserver. I picked up the pace again, grinding instead of bouncing, to avoid the escape of a softened dick. Dre made silent snarl and tightened his grip on my throat.
He’d choked me before once or twice with his hand, once with his dick in my throat. I thought he would keep going. Something about enjoying the look when my face turned red.
I did my best to keep my movements consistent. I probably clenched my kegels when things felt difficult for me. Maybe he was treating my neck the way I treated his dick.
The strain definitely got us both working up a sweat. Dre probably enjoyed this more than I did. I smiled and moaned and rolled my eyes back. He whimpered.
About 6 squeezes later Dre pushed my hair behind my ear. It dropped down again. I pushed my hair to my left shoulder, since he’s right handed. He had a few surges of arousal by now.
Dre: You haven’t cum.
Me: No.
Dre: Are you happy letting me use you?
Me: Yes.
He went back to caressing my face but held my gaze for an unnaturally long time. I noticed that he wanted me still and calm, but I didn’t know what for.
He pulled his hand back and whipped his fingers at my jaw. He slapped me. This was totally new.
My eyes darted back to his. He had the same expression. I closed my jaw in my mouth and steadied my breath.
Dre slapped me again. Harder than before. I felt my teeth jostle. I need to clench my jaw harder. SLAP
I found his gaze again. I’m alright. I know he wants to hit harder. SLAP
I know he wants me to keep my eyes open. SLAP
I made an odd moan at that last slap, recovered right before the next blow. SLAP
This time the contact was off. He landed the underside of his knuckle on my cheekbone so hard I felt my brain slosh. I wasn’t able to keep my face pointed at him. I turned away and felt light headed.
Dre: Are you ok?
Me: Mm.
I think adrenaline kicked in and I went cold. My face hurt. My jaw felt like it narrowly missed dislocation. My neck was starting to ache from the whiplash. I had a singing thing in a few days and I absolutely could not afford to break my face today.
He lifted his hand again and I flinched.
Dre caressed my face instead. He put his hand on my thigh.
Dre: Do you know why I’m doing this?
I shook my head. Winced at the wobble.
Dre: Because you clench harder when I hit you.
I must’ve given a weird expression.
Dre: No, I’m kidding.
I didn’t know where to look, but I noticed I couldn’t feel my pussy at all.
Dre: You did well, S. I’m proud of you.
Shit. Having to console me while his dick was still in me? I had to recover or he’ll lose his boner.
Me: I knew you didn’t want me to flinch.
Dre: Of course you did.
My legs finally had bloodflow again. Pins and fucking needles. I needed to rest. I got up and he didn’t stop me. I lay there in corpse pose. He got up to crack the blinds open and let the breeze in, then went to get water.
I took a sip and lay back down. Dre joined me, offering a cuddle. I could only squeeze his hand.
He must’ve been saying some words of encouragement but I only caught the last bit.
Dre: I thought you would cry but you didn’t. You did really well. Definitely don’t need a man to be strong.
I don’t know why that statement broke the dam. I started crying. Lying down helped to keep the snot from making a mess, but tears were very obviously glinting in the fading sunset light.
This kinky nerd was right again. I didn’t need a man. I’d been just fine. My racing mind came to a halt because Dre had a hungry look again. He kissed me with renewed lust. Moaning into my lips.
He parted my legs and slid his cock in, both of us moaning from the resistance. He was harder than before. Dre fucked me hard. I didn’t think I sounded hot, being mid-bawl, but his intensity said otherwise.
Dre didn’t let up. He fucked me until I’d stopped crying and fucked me some more. My body had been used in a few ways already but this is what I needed. To be reminded that ecstacy was alive and well in my loins. That I’d always be in some man’s arms where I belonged. And no rejection could stop me from milking the cum out of cock.
He felt me nearing my orgasm and said he was cumming. The declaration sent us both over the edge.
We spasmed for a while, each chuckling at internal satisfactions.
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Me: Were you trying to make me cry?
Dre: Uhm, yes.
Me: May I ask why?
Dre: It’s… not because I want to hurt you. I get excited when you cry.
He trailed off there. I guess he might associate it with a feminine trait and being ultra feminine is inherently appealing.
Me: But I didn’t cry from the slapping.
Dre: It didn’t matter what made you cry.
Me: Oh. So when… I first cried back then…
Dre: Actually yes. But it didn’t feel right.
Me: You kinky.
He laughed and shrugged. I was referring to the time he told me he didn’t want to meet weekly. I had grown attached to him and he felt it was wrong to be behaving like a couple when we weren’t. I cried for alot longer. He didn’t let his boner be known back then. It always amazes me how much he controls himself around me.
Dre: But why Did you cry so suddenly?
Me: I think I haven’t been praised in a while. To me its shocking when someone says I did well because the Impostor Syndrome is ever present.
He held me close and pat my head. I hugged him tight and new tears fell from my eyes as I spoke my next words.
Me: You’ve been so good to me.
The tears hit his skin. He drew a sharp breath. Dre peeled himself away to watch me cry, this time, his long cock already twitching right in front of me. I looked at his cock and it waved at me; I swear.
Me: hahahhahahah, it’s really standing because I cried.
Dre: I wouldn’t lie to you, you know.
I shed a few more happy tears and chuckled at his utter arousal of something so minor.
Dre: ughh. If you keep crying I’m going to have to fuck you again.
I was actually very done with sex, despite usually having only the most positive responses for Dre. I still found it funny as I wiped away my tears and put my emotions away.
He seemed to be calming down at the same pace too. Again, impressive. I had one more question for him.
Me: So what was the slapping about if it didn’t matter what made me cry?
Dre: It’s intimate. I thought you needed to be intimate after the shit that happened and I figured i could provide that.
Me: I didn’t … Uh how? Maybe I’m missing some context here. Why do you associate that with intimacy?
Dre: Oh wow. I’m sorry. You didn’t think that was intimate at all?
Me: No. I didn’t think the slapping made me feel closer to you. It went way over my head.
Dre: Okay. It’s a shared experience. There was a study on why abusers hit their victims and how they think about the act itself. Because no matter how you hit another person with your hands, you will feel pain the same instant the victim does. And that bonds both persons.
Me: That is way too strange for me. I don’t understand it but okay, I’ll accept it.
Dre: I’m sorry. I would never hurt you. I promise I wont hit you ever again unless you say so.
Me: Okay.
I hugged him. This weirdo. I had been braving the danger since we began but Dre and I don’t have a safe word. I trusted him to stop. And he trusted me to be open, to accept him.
We went to the couch to watch HOTD. He lay in my lap and I pet his head.
I went home and as I drifted off into sleep, I wondered if there would be another person who would be so in tune to my needs the way Dre was to mine.
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