The door closes and the noises start
Her keys clink on the counter top
You’re waiting the bedroom curled up on the cot where she left you
Where she told you to be sure you were when she came back
You can hear the smacking kisses already and the laughs.
He has an annoying laugh.
“Come here boy, there’s some one I want you to meet”
It’s almost sung, like a schoolyard taunt.
You walk in to the living room and kneel
Naked, of course, before her and this boy she’s brought home.
He’s naked too. He laughs at you in your collar, a curt chuckle.
“This is Brian,” though she might have said Bob or Rich or Damien. Does it really matter.
“And he’s going to fuck me.”
The words stick in your chest and you can feel the familiar sting rising
The sting that makes you hard and angry all at the same time.
She grabs his cock and leads him to the couch
Shedding that tight white skirt that frames her perfect ass so well
The blouse goes too, leaving her in that pink negligee set that makes you so hard
Your eyes go straight to the crotchless panties
Framing the place you long to be.
His cock is bigger than yours. She slides down on it fast, taking it all into her and moaning a deep throaty moan
She faces you, riding him backyards, watching your eyes. He is the pack animal, the breeding stallion.
See this? She asks. This is what I need. A big hard cock filling me up. Stretching me out. Making me cum like you can’t.
Get over here and help, slut.
The words make you even harder, because it gives you a chance.
A chance to prove yourself to her.
You move between his knees and she grabs your head and pulls it into her cunt
You can smell the sex and the sweat on his balls.
She yanks on your hair like a kite string guiding you up and down over her clit and you lick all over her
And him, your tongue catches his shaft
Every couple of strokes, you find your shame battling your loyalty, your lust, and your pain.
He’s already grunting deep grunts. He tastes like Axe and asshole, the kind of douchebag that’s laughing about setting the high score on Deerhunter at some bar, like it’s the crowning achievement of his life.
Your tongue is making her even crazier and all the lust in the room is making you harder.
You’ve learned how to serve her and you love doing it. Tongue, clit, lips and shaft start to merge into one sex. You don’t care anymore. She grabs on you hard as she fucks him, afraid maybe she’ll fall off.
You work all the harder because you have one mission. Serving. For Her.
See boy? She starts talking to you? Look at what he does to me. Splits me. You want to be in there don’t you.
Yesss Mistress, you plead between licks.
You cover her clit with your mouth and suck. From outside you can feel her muscles squeeze on his cock, and know she’s close.
Keep licking you dirty whore, she says. Remember this. Remember who you belong to.
Maybe now you’ll understand, slut. Maybe now you’ll understand.
He grunts that stupid grunt one more time and cums insider her. You’re sure he doesn’t undertand how lucky he is.
She explodes into fireworks. Yelping and Howling and barking with pleasure.
But…
In among the noises you hear it.
She’s calling your name.
She’s screaming out your name.
II
She sent this one home and as he walked out the door, you did what you always do
Your tongue is always the sponge,
and you can taste him on her thighs
In her cunt
around her ass
she patted your head approvingly. She loves the clean up.
You wash her in the tub and she is ready for bed
You hold the sheets back for her and she says, come here pup
The bed is a platform of relief and she’s snuggling up under your chin and burying her head on your chest
Her breathing slows, she is quickly asleep
You watch and listen, absorbing the little noises she makes.
Shortly, a shadow falls over her face and you can tell there’s a dream, a remembrance of something long ago.
There’s a murmured “no, don’t”
a sharp cry, a curse,
You pull her closer and promise yourself that you will build a fortress around her
Be the man and the boy she deserves
And fight for her like you’ve never fought in your life.
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