I look around the room. There are four other people on pedestals, two men, two women, each missing parts of at least one limb, and all undressed.
Andre pauses at each pedestal to ensure everything is as it should be. At one of the men, he adjusts the penis and moves each short arm stump slightly. On one woman, he straightens her in a hand similar to the one I sit in. She is missing only her legs. Across from her is a pedestal with two legs crossed in a sitting position. White nylons cover each leg to mid-thigh and brown loafers adorn each foot.
He scans the room to make sure everything is perfect then leaves.
"What happened?" the man with the adjusted penis asks me. My lips move, again without sound.
"Quiet!" the voice blares from a speaker in the ceiling.
A pair of wide doors open and an older couple dressed formally enter. Her hair is long, blond, with pleasing curls. His is short and gray. He wears a tuxedo; she a black dress with the front cut in an upside down 'V' with the point at her navel extending to her lower legs and exposing all between her thighs.
He places a pair of glasses part way up his nose and reads aloud the card on the wall behind me. "Torso (2005) A gift of Mr. and Mrs. Decamps." He removes the glasses, folds them, and then places them back in a pocket. "One of my favorite. I just wish it was on display more often."
"Yes, exquisite," she assures him in a voice that reeked of money. "The missing breast adds a nice touch, don't you think." She glances at the pedestal with the legs and hand and reads aloud the card. "Torso's Limbs." She looks back at me. "How sweet. Where's the other hand?"
"Maybe she's sitting on it." He alone laughs at the joke.
They speak about me as if I am not real. I continue to be quiet and smile as ordered.
He speaks after a long moment. "I particularly like the lack of legs. If you were missing only one dear."
He moves behind her and drags a hand slowly up the front of her thigh. They both continue to look at me. Lips peck at her neck then an ear. Fingers play between her thighs, parting folds of skin, digging inside. I feel a warmth rush over me as she leans her head back on his shoulder letting her mouth drape open.
"Doll-ling," she drawls forever.
He unzips his fly and enters her from behind though what I assume is a matching 'V' in the back of the dress. They continue to look at me as he pumps slowly at her hips.
Across the room, two women, also dressed as formally, stand in front of the female without legs in the other marble hand.
"Such sensuality," one says, her voice filling the room as if important. Her head turns to look at the crossed legs. "Woman's Legs (2008) Gift of Mrs. Franklin," she reads aloud then looks back.
Still looking at the woman without legs, her companion lets a hand slither inside her friend's dress and cup a breast. "Is that Mrs. Franklin?" She snickers.
A lone man dressed in a business suit, walks directly across the room to the pedestal with the man without arms. His zipper slides down. I hear soft grunts as his hand rapidly strokes.
"I love you," he tells the man as he finishes.
"Wipe that up!" the voice from the speaker demands. "The room will be closing in 'five-e' minutes."
The couple in front of me is still fucking. Her eyes are closed and her gasps faster, louder. I can almost hear him slapping against her hips.
The buzzer sounds and everyone walks quickly out of the room. Andre closes the double doors at the same time with a loud echoing thud.
A hand shakes my shoulder. "Wake up dear."
I look around, rubbing my eyes. "Craziest dream. I guess it is back to work. First day back since the amputation."
"You'll be just fine and you are beautiful with one leg."
"Thanks. I'm getting use to the stares." I stand and slip the crutches under my arms. "They're working on a new exhibit at the museum so I'll be helping with that."
The End.
Appointment
I looked up at the clock on the wall and confirmed it was just nine-thirty, I had plenty of time before I needed to leave for my appointment. Each year on Valentine's Day I left work early for lunch, heading for my standing appointment. It was a lunch date I had at the same time each year. With the long walk from my office I usually got there a little late, but each year, regardless of how late I was, I did the same thing. After stopping by the florist, I'd pause by the same cafe' window, just out of her sight and just watch as she sat there.
She would sip her wine so calmly, so serene. One year it was Chablis, the next a Rose, last year it was Merlot, perhaps a Cabernet, I just remember the light red stain as she dabbed her lips with her napkin before setting it back onto her lap. She didn't wear lipstick, even in her older years she never really needed much makeup, a bit of eye shadow and not much else. Her hair was always slightly frazzled, as if she just stepped out of a swift breeze, but it never really detracted from her appearance. In the past few years the strands of gray replaced most of the dark brown, yet she still had a look about her that belied her true age. I remember wishing I had aged so gracefully.
I'd usually spend a good ten minutes or so just watching her though the window, in the same cafe', even the same table each Valentine's Day year after year. A small child holding his mother's hand might wander past and she'd follow them as they continued up the street, often craning her neck until they'd turn a corner or disappear though some door. Returning to her wine, she'd hold the glass just inches from her lips, lost in thought, just smiling. Then she'd take a sip, glance at her watch and then look back outside. She might continue to look back to her watch from time to time, but whenever I finally walked in, she was never mad about how late I was. Each year I was greeted by the same beaming smile and the light kiss on the cheek. I'd hand her a single red rose and then sit down.
After a quick toast to Valentine's Day, we always would eat light, usually something the restaurant could prepare quickly. Our conversation remained light hearted and jovial, though we both were a bit nervous with anticipation. We'd skip the dessert and when we were ready for the check she had a way of just nodding her head and they'd immediately know to bring the check. After a brief battle over who paid for the lunch, she'd brush her napkin from her lips one last time, take a peek at herself in her hand mirror and then gracefully stand. Looking back I noted that as we aged, the time we spent after lunch was not as urgent as in our younger years, but we still got excited about it, cherishing every moment.
Funny, each year as we checked into the nearby hotel, I'd sign in using my real name, signing in as Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. She'd always laugh as we walked to the elevator, enjoying our tiny conspiracy. By the time we reached out floor, our faces would be flush from giggling or, perhaps, in anticipation. Either way, we made sure we walked very calmly, properly to the room. I would then slide the key card in the slot and we'd step inside.
I remember last year, how the door had barely closed behind us before we crashed together in a kiss as I leaned her up against the door. Pushing my hips forward I felt my cock harden as I pressed it against her thigh. After that long kiss we broke apart and moved over to the bed, where we watched each other slowly undress. Though we had both aged over the years, I still felt like a teenager watching her unbutton her blouse and although her breasts sagged when she took off her bra, I still yearned to take them in my hands and gently squeeze them. Her nipples would harden as I ran my fingertips over them and I'd bend my head down and take a nipple into my mouth. I couldn't help but think how natural it felt to be sucking on her nipples.
Once we were naked she sat down on her bed and opened her legs. I could see the gray strands of hair sparkling in the dark brown curls, but it still felt the same as I ran my lips over them. Kissing downward, I worked my tongue into her pussy and tasting her earthy, tangy flavor, remembered how wonderful she tasted each year. At that time I glanced up at her, but she already knew what I needed and, whispering, "Here you go," she squeezed the tube of lubricant onto my fingers.
Easing my f
ingers into her pussy, I looked up at her face while my tongue moved upward, finding her clit. I always loved the expression on her face as the pleasure washed over her. I could see such a simple, calm delight as she closed her eyes and held her mouth slightly open, her tongue lightly sliding over her lips. Flicking my tongue quickly over her clit, I'd listen as her breathing quickened and she moaned lightly. Her hips began to lift each time I pushed my fingers into her, relaxing as I withdrew.
Suddenly she reached down and grabbed my head pulling me tight against her pussy as she came. I pushed my fingers deep into her, feeling the squeezing as her pussy pulsated around them. She held me tight against her until her orgasm subsided, then she released me as she moved further back onto the bed. Reaching her arms out to me, she grabbed me, pulling me closer. She didn't speak, rarely spoke while we made love, yet I knew exactly what she wanted just by the way she looked at me.
As I crawled up between her legs, she grabbed the lubricant and squeezed it over my cock which had softened a bit. I watched as she got it hard again with several good strokes along the shaft while she gently squeezed by balls. With a quick nod and a slight tug on my cock, I moved closer. Opening her lips with the fingertips of one hand, she guided me into her with the other, then immediately wrapped her legs around me and pulling me tight against her.
I felt my cock enveloped by her warm softness and wanted to just stay there, my cock deep inside her, where everything felt right, everything was safe, so warm. But then I couldn't hold out and I'd slide back out of her only to thrust back into her. As I slid my cock in and out of her I reached down and ran my hands over her breasts, feeling the hard nipples under my fingertips, the soft skin as I squeezed her breasts. Thankfully, it took me longer to come now than when we were younger and I could once again see her respond to me.
Lifting herself up to meet each thrust, her breath now ragged, her hands tightening on my arms as I move in and out of her, she got closer and closer. Seeing the pleasure I was creating in her, I could feel myself getting excited. I watched her, concentrated on her movement and just when she seemed about to explode, I let myself go, feeling her softness sliding up around my cock, feeling the pure joy of being inside her, wanting to thrust so deep that I somehow could crawl back inside her. I felt the first the pulsations around my cock when I started coming, spurting my cum deep into her convulsing pussy. We moaned together and then I collapsed upon her, my breathing matching hers as the two of us became one in the simple joy of the moment.
Snapping back from my memories of last Valentine's Day, I glanced up at the clock again and noticed it was now almost ten-thirty and I needed to leave for my appointment. I grabbed my jacket and hurried out of my office and then out into the street. Walking quickly, I headed up the street, pausing only a moment at a nearby florist to pick up a single red rose. As usual there weren't many to choose from but I was able to get one that was at least presentable. A few of the petals had drooped some and the stem had been bent over, but with a quick snip of the florist's pruners and after peeling off a couple of petals it still looked pretty good.
I hurried out of the shop and walked. As I walked I thought of the past year, a lot had changed during that time, but none of that really mattered, I still had my appointment to keep, just like every Valentine's Day I can remember now. It was cloudy out, with a light rain and I remember thinking how appropriate the weather seemed then. Crossing the last street I hopped over a puddle and then glanced at my watch and realizing I was actually early. I must have caught all the lights just right, or maybe I just walked a bit faster, either way it really didn't matter, I knew she'd be waiting for me, just like before.
This year there was not window to pause to watch her through, as I said, things had changed. Instead I simply walked up, placed the rose down and then lightly ran my fingers over the letters inscribed in granite. Tracing her name I whispered, "Cheryl Johnson," not just Mrs. Johnson as I wrote each time we checked into the hotel. Smiling I remembered how she laughed as I registered as Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and then felt the tear as it ran down my cheek.
Wiping the tear away, I leaned down and whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day." Glancing up to the gray clouds I felt the rain begin to fall. I looked back at the headstone and said, "I miss you Mom," then slowly walked away.
The End.
Fuck My Mouth Please
"Fancy you should stop by here." Amber typed back in the messenger screen. "Turn on your camera."
"Be right there." He messaged back.
The blue light on the monitor illuminated, and in an instant his face filled her screen.
"How are you sexy?" She shifted and readjusted the webcam to allow the silk negligee to fall to the sides of her hips, exposing her newly shaven cunt. "I've been waiting for you."
Duke's mouth turned up a coy smile. "Sorry, I'm late." He shed his jacket.
"Please come over here." She smoothed the cushion of the couch in preparation for him. "Do you know how bad I want you right now?"
"Now that's quite a greeting." He blew her a kiss and lowered his eyes to her spread cunt. "And exactly how I like it." Amber trailed two fingers through the wetness of her folds, up to her clit, and rubbed the juice into her swollen nub. "Please take your cock out baby. I can't stand it any longer."
"What? Did my girl not get off enough today?" "You know I always want you." She squeezed her legs together to abate the burn and imagined unfastening his jeans and slipping her hand over his cock. "I want to see you jerk it off baby."
"Do you?" He stood and angled his cock for her to view. "It's a good thing because I need to cum." He slowly stroked his hardness over his jeans. "Tell me how bad you want this cock baby."
"C'mon let me touch you." She licked her lips. "Do you know how fucking hot and wet you make me?" She slipped her hand between her legs.
"Bring your cunt closer to me." He undid his pants and took his cock in hand. "Ah...look how swollen my clit is."
He rubbed the tip of his head and eyed her hardened nipple protruding through the see-thru silk.
Amber swirled two fingers over her sensitive nub. "Can't stop fucking my cunt, thinking about you." She dipped two fingers into her drenched hole. "Feels so good. Need you to fuck this cunt baby." She continued to ride her fingers. "Can you do that sexy? Will you fuck my cunt?"
"Oh, I'm so gonna fuck your wet cunt." He pumped. "Ram my fat cock right up your tight pussy." He tightened his grip around his cock. "You want this cock baby?" He brought his cock closer to the screen.
"God yes! Please..." Her breath grew ragged. "Fuck the shit out of me."
"Get another finger up there."
Amber did as instructed. "You make me such a cum whore, do you know that? You and your big, fat cock." She spread her fingers wider, filling and stretching the walls of her cunt. "The way you smell. The raw sex smell of your cum. Mmm... makes my fucking cunt burn."
"That's it baby. Get it off." He pumped his cock in tune with her rhythmic hip moves.
"God baby, I've got to suck your cock." She inched closer to the monitor, desperate to taste the head of his cock. "Would you like that? You want me to suck you off?"
He pumped more eagerly. "Oh yes!"
"You can slide your fucking hard cock right down the back of my throat." She watched him stroke. Her own cunt squirmed in burning waves of need. "Yeah you want that baby don't you? Me too." She finger fucked her pussy deeper and faster to synchronize the pace of his pumping. "And you can fuck my pretty little slut face."
Duke moaned and she slowly drew her tongue out to lick his cock. "Ah! Look at your cock. So fucking hard you are! Fuck my mouth baby. Fuck my mouth with your hard cock and shoot your cum down the back of my throat."
His hand pumped vehemently and flawlessly up and down and she felt the sweltering burn tear through her cunt. "Cock whip my slut face. C'mon baby...Whip me...yes!" She fed another finger into her pussy. "Harder. Yes! Oh look at your fucking cock. Pump it...fuck it!"
"Oh Baby" The wo
rds barely escaped through his hitched breath.
"More! Fucking give it to me." The wave of her cum swelled and burned throughout her navel. "Use your fucking slut." She brought her hand to her pebbled nipple and pulled it out for him. "Oh yes, just like that! Come on fuck it baby."
His cock grew taut and red as his breath floated through her speakers. Twice as fast as what would normally fill his lungs.
"Oh yeah, cum for me. Fuck my mouth. Ram your cock down the back of my throat. Give it to me baby. All of it." Her cunt tightened around her fingers, as she watched him. Tortured by the fact the screen shielded them. "Cum all over my pretty face."
"Oh...you're such a fucking whore." He pounded.
"Yes, I'm your whore! Such a slut for you! Fuck my mouth harder. More baby...Fuck it!" She bobbed. "Feel my hand on your balls? My warm wet mouth tight around you. Sucking your fat cock."
The frame of his body stiffened as he pumped.
"C'mon on baby, fuck my mouth. Harder. Fucking use me." She tightened her legs and the pressure of her mounting cum swallowed her. "I'm such a whore for you! Feed me your cum"
Liquid warm honey flooded her fingers and escaped to fill the room with her sweet scent. "God please, feed me! I need your hot cum. Give it to me...Mmmm...Oh yeah, fuck baby." She dipped her fingers into her mouth and rubbed the silk of her juice all over her face for him. "Fuck it and explode in my mouth. Feed your slut your hot cum! I need your cum baby"
"Ah...Oh..." On his upstroke, the pearl white of his cum shot into her screen like a fountain. She opened her mouth wider and swallowed as if to capture it.
"Oh baby."
"Oh man..." He sighed. "That felt so good."
His wide smile and the relief in his eyes filled her, and she returned the same sentiment. "Mmm...you feel so good sexy."
"You taste so fucking good." She licked her lips.
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