“Kind of tough breathing through that little hole, isn’t it? My guess is when we’re done, you’ll decide you don’t want to do this again. But that little twat of yours sure loves it. I just love filling you with this big fucking cock.” I looked down as I pulled my hips back, watching my entire length slide from inside of her.
I slowly thrust my swollen cock inside of her until my balls were against her clit, held it for a moment, and then began pounding away furiously. “And God damn your pussy is fucking tight. Too bad your face is covered in plastic.”
Her muffled moans provided the fuel for me to continue.
“I’m really diggin’ the thought of covering your pretty little mug in cum,” I growled as I gazed down at her face.
I shifted my gaze to the cheeks of her well-rounded ass and watched my thick cock continue to disappear in and out of her swollen pussy. Although her mind might have been telling her she wasn’t enjoying this torturous event, her pussy was conveying an entirely different story. As her juices dripped from my tightening ball sack, I released her hair and slapped the right side of her ass with all my might. I smiled at the red hand shaped welt as it began to rise on her pale skin.
“Fuck yes. That fat little ass of yours loves being slapped,” I howled as I raised my hand in the air.
As her knees bent in anticipation, I slapped the side of her ass and shoved my throbbing cock as deep as I could into her pussy. As my balls pressed against her swollen clit, I moved my stinging hand toward her head and grasped her hair in my fingers.
“Something about pulling this black hair of yours keeps my cock stiff. Maybe it’s that you can’t do a God damned thing about it because your fucking hands are bound,” I said as I pulled her hair tight, causing her to arch her back again.
She lifted her chest from the bed, and her monstrous dangling tits reminded me of the fun I previously had while titty fucking her. Slowly, I pulled my cock from her pussy and tugged against her hair. As she twisted her body to the right, I gave my verbal command.
“Roll onto your back. I’m going to titty fuck you while I watch you try to breathe,” I groaned.
I pressed my right hand into her left shoulder and forced her to lie on her back. After realizing she was half on the bed and half off, I slid my hands under her armpits and shoved her body onto the bed. Seeing her otherwise very attractive face covered in Saran Wrap was both satisfying and sickening at the same time. As I climbed on top of her torso, I positioned my cock between her tits. Grasping her nipples in my hands roughly, I shoved her tits together, squeezing my cock between them. As I slowly began to fuck her mounds of flesh, I lowered my head and spit between them and onto the shaft of my cock.
“Nothing like a little natural lube,” I said as I began to forcefully fuck her chest.
Watching my cock work back and forth between her massive tits was a huge turn on. By itself, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Combined with the fact I was able to watch her gasp for breath as I did so made everything much more enjoyable. As the plastic wrap flexed back and forth with each breath she struggled to take, I alternated glances from her face to her tits.
As I felt my cock begin to swell, I knew I’d reached my limit.
Covering her tits in cum didn’t seem so appealing, considering all of my options. As I felt myself coming close to climax, I lifted my weight from her chest and thrust my index finger through the small slit in the mouth of her plastic binding. As I tore the hole larger, immediately she gasped for air as if she had just rose from the bottom of the ocean.
“Oh my God…” she gasped through the opening I provided.
“Not so quick,” I said as I climbed atop her face.
I gripped the sides of her head with my knees and lower thighs. As I shoved my cock into the hole I had made, I began to fuck her throat. I made certain her feeble attempts to wiggle free of my breath depriving cock, certainly in an effort to get one more taste of the sweet air, were unsuccessful. As I held my cock deep in her throat, the thought of her blacking out from my cock down her throat fueled me to press even harder.
“Hold still, you big bitch, I need to cum down that throat of yours,” I growled.
As the head of my cock pressed against the inside of her throat, she tossed her long legs across the top of the comforter. I gripped her head in my thighs and watched my cock slide in and out of her plastic covered mouth. The unmistakable outline of her eyes began to become clear through the plastic as I felt myself begin once again to reach climax.
“Open wide,” I said as I held my cock deep in her throat.
As I felt my throbbing shaft pump warm cum down her wet throat, I held myself firm in her mouth. Completely satisfied I had relieved myself of every last droplet of cum, I slowly lifted my weight - and cock - from her face.
Immediately, she began to gasp and cry through cum and slobber covered hole. I watched with tremendous satisfaction as she attempted to catch her breath and collect her thoughts.
“Holy…” she gasped as she rolled from side-to-side.
“Freaking…shit…”
“I almost…”
“Died…”
“Untie me…” she blubbered.
I blinked my eyes and looked down at my semi-rigid cock. “You were far from dying. Did you see how hard my fucking cock got? God damn that was hot.”
“Untie me,” she whimpered through the torn plastic.
I rolled to the edge of the bed and toppled over the end. As I stood on the floor stark naked, I gazed for a short second at her plastic wrapped head and bare body. In realizing the sexual event was over, I began to feel much more compassionate about her requests for being free from her plastic prison.
“I’ll be right back, I need to get some scissors. It’ll be safer than a knife,” I said over my shoulder as I double timed it toward the kitchen.
I grabbed the scissors and ran back into the bedroom. As I stepped to the end of the bed, I reminded her of what we had spoken of earlier. “Lay still and I’ll cut this shit off. If you thrash around, you’ll end up cut and I don’t want that, okay?”
“Hurry,” she said.
I slid the scissors underneath the plastic, against the back of her head, and lifted them slowly. Without much effort, the bottom blade sliced through the material, freeing her from the translucent confinement. I tossed the scissors aside and carefully pulled the multiple layers away.
“Okay, that was freaking scary,” she gasped as I pulled the material away from her face.
I relaxed beside her and shrugged my shoulders. “If it wasn’t it wouldn’t had been such a turn on.”
She rolled over on the bed and propped the side of her face against her palm. “It might have been a turn on for you, but for me it wasn’t. That shit scared me. I can’t believe I wanted to try it.”
I narrowed my gaze and studied her pale face. It seemed much whiter than before we started. “Your pussy was dripping wet. It might have scared you, but your subconscious mind loved every minute of it.”
I leaned over and hugged her, holding her until she pushed me away. As she pressed her palms against my shoulders, I gazed into her eyes.
“I love it when you screw me Toad. You were screwing me, so I loved it. That whole…” She paused and tossed her hand toward the pile of Saran Wrap.
She shook her head. “The uhhm…covering my mouth thing…that was just freaking scary.”
“Well, we can add it to the list of shit not to do in the future,” I said.
She rolled her eyes and lifted her head from her hand. “That’s for sure. Now that I tried it for you, can we like date? Like be official?”
I sat up on the bed and stared at her as if she had just slapped me. “Say again?’
She grinned from ear-to-ear. “You know, be official? Like exclusive?”
I stared at her as if she was out of her mind. “Because you did this for me, you think we should be exclusive?”
“Uh huh,” she said with a nod.
I tur
ned my head, rolled my eyes, and stood up. I guess I should have known, regardless of the size of her tits and the fat ass she was packing, she was no different than any of the others. Facing away from her, I pulled on my jeans and buckled my belt. Still having a difficult time believing she could be that forgetful over what we had discussed, I glanced over my shoulder in her direction.
I raised one eyebrow in true disbelief. “You’re fucking serious?”
She nodded her head eagerly.
I shook my head as I scanned the floor for my boots. “What part of I won’t be in a relationship didn’t you understand? I didn’t say I might. Or I’d consider it. Or if you do something for me you may convince me, did I? Fuck no, I didn’t. I said, and I quote, there is no chance we will ever be in a relationship. None. To which you responded, that’s okay. I asked if you were sure. You said yes.”
“I didn’t mean to make you mad,” she whined.
I shifted my gaze from the floor to where she sat, still naked on the bed. “You didn’t. I’m not mad, I’m just done. Get dressed, I’m taking you home.”
She scrunched her brow and stared. “What do you mean, done?”
“The done kind of done. You know, finished? Like over? The I’m taking your ridiculous ass home kind of done. Get dressed,” I snapped.
“Toad, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” she blubbered.
“Sloan look, the last thing I need is some crazy bitch thinking I’m hers. If you’re hoping we’re going to be exclusive after the speech I gave you a few weeks ago, you’re already half way there. I’ll save you some confusion and me a hell of a lot of headaches. I’m done fucking you. And just so we’re crystal fucking clear, I’m done fucking you forever. Get dressed,” I said as I bent over and picked up my boots.
“Oh my God, like forever?” she screeched as she slid her legs over the edge of the bed.
“Roger that. Forever. The forever kind.” I nodded my head as I laced up my boots.
“Oh my God Toad, I didn’t mean it. I was just kidding,” she sniffled.
“Well, I’m not. Get dressed,” I said as I leaned over and picked up my knife.
While she cried and complained, she slowly found her clothes and got dressed. Disappointed somewhat at the fact I would no longer be able to explore my sexual desires with Sloan, I found a little humor in knowing more than likely one of the other Sinners would.
I realized through my mental therapy at the Veteran’s Administration that a man’s feelings become real only when shared. It would stand to reason sharing my sexual escapades with the fellas would make my feelings of satisfaction from fucking her for the last three weeks even more profound.
After hearing details of all of my sexual adventures with Sloan, one of the fellas would surely want to give her a try. Which one it might be would be anyone’s guess. Most of the men should be a little more forgiving than I was, and she may even find one who’d put up with her juvenile behavior.
As I held the front door for her, she sniveled and walked past. My patience for her behaving like a sixteen year old high school girl was wearing thin. After standing on the porch and watching her blubber as she stumbled toward the bike, I guess what little sympathy I had for her must have vanished.
“I’m sure one of the other fellas will throw you a little cock,” I said as I raised my leg over the seat.
Through the sniffles and sobs, she wiped her face with the back of her hand and gazed in my direction. After wiping the final tear from her face, her mouth curled into a half-assed smile.
“You really think so?” she asked in a broken voice.
“Hop on, I’ll haul you over to Corn Dog’s house right now. The Dog will fuck anything that’ll hold still long enough for him to finish,” I responded sarcastically.
“I’d really appreciate it,” she sighed as she climbed over the rear fender and onto the seat.
Holy shit, bitch. Have a little self-worth.
I reached for the hand controls and started the bike. As the sound of the engine echoed against the garage door and through the neighborhood, I stared along the driveway and realized my thoughts of women and their inability to be sexually adventurous, loyal, and sane were accurate.
There was no such thing.
TOAD
The two weeks Sydney had been away were filled with thoughts of her arrival, boyish anticipation of seeing her again, looking forward to spending time talking to her, and finding out just exactly what she was willing to accept from me regarding any advancements I may wish to make into her life.
Her presence didn’t make it difficult for me to proceed along my previously calculated path of slow steps, soft talk, and winning her heart; it seemed to have made it impossible. I was now under what I would personally describe as a full-scale attack, and she was providing minimal resistance to my approach.
I couldn’t accept that I had simply been shot, hospitalized, and was now in recovery; my beliefs were more complex. Convinced I had been shot, died, and was now resurrected, I viewed life, my existence, and Sydney much differently. In clear contrast to my former way of thinking, I no longer felt guilty for my presence on earth.
I was now truly grateful to be alive.
Lying flat on my back, I stared up at the ceiling and spoke. “You know, my parents named me after my grandfather, right?”
“Yes, you told me that,” she responded.
I tilted my head her direction slightly. “Do you know what it means?”
She raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth slightly. After a few seconds of silence, she breathed her response. “No, I guess not.”
“Change. Cambio means change in Italian.” As I finished speaking I shifted my gaze to the ceiling again.
“I didn’t just get shot. I’m going to tell you what I think happened and you can believe me, I don’t know…consider it…or think I’m crazy and go in the other room. I uhhm, but I’m going to tell you anyway,” I said.
“I won’t think your nuts,” she said.
“Hold that thought,” I responded.
“Some people get tossed in prison and they look at whatever it is they’ve done and make a decision to change. They decide if they don’t, they’re going to continue to repeat their behaviors and end up right back in there. That’s what the system hopes for, making the criminal think, and causing them to change into a law abiding citizen as a result. I guess you could call the experience of going to prison, for this particular person, an eye-opener.” I paused and tilted my head her direction.
She blinked her eyes as she nodded her head slightly. To relieve the pain in my shoulder, I shifted my eyes back to the ceiling.
“So I’m sure some people get shot, end up in the hospital, and make a conscious decision to change their life afterward. You know, just like the guy in prison. Make sense so far?” I asked.
“Makes perfect sense,” she responded.
“Okay, well that’s not what happened to me. I got shot, went to the hospital, and at some point in time, I died. I know I did. I was dead, Sydney. And I came back from that place, and now I’m a different person. I didn’t decide this, it just happened. I guess I need to back up, I’m not different, I see life differently. It’s hard to explain.” I shifted my eyes in her direction and waited for a response.
She had moved from resting her head in her hand and looking at me to lying beside me and staring at the ceiling.
“”What was it like, being dead?” she asked in an almost eerie monotone voice.
I stared up at the ceiling and spoke as if recollecting a scene from a movie. “My reply is probably what you’d expect me to say. Strange. Hard to explain. I don’t know, difficult to think about. It seems like a dream, but it wasn’t. I was weightless, but the experience was heavy. I felt like there was weight on me or with me at all times. I wasn’t a ghost or spirit, it was really me.”
“You know I have to ask, where’d you end up in your opinion? Heaven or hell?’ she asked.
“Heaven as far as I
’m concerned. I mean it was peaceful. Not chaotic, like I think hell would be; and my grandfather was there, but he wasn’t sick. He was the way he used to be before he got sick, still old, but really full of energy and he seemed to be having fun,” I said.
“Did you talk to him? I mean in the experience?” she asked.
“No, he was out of reach. Just close enough I could see him, but not so close I could touch him. You know.” I paused and tilted my head her direction. “It’s weird. It’s like an entire lifetime of time passed in the 24 hours that I was in the coma. It’s just weird.”
She rolled her head to the side and grinned slightly. “I suppose so.”
“You believe me?” I asked.
“Uh huh, I do,” she said.
“I just don’t want you to think I got shot, ended up scared of dying, and decided to try and become someone I’m not going to be able to be. If anything, I’m not afraid to die, not now. And this wasn’t something I decided. It happened and I’m different.”
“I believe you,” she said as she rested her elbow on the bed and her cheek against her palm.
“So you still going to ride in the club?” she asked.
I shifted my body her direction until the pain reminded me to stop. “Fuck yes, I am. It might have changed me, but it didn’t change me into a twat. Jesus. I guess along with the change, it made me want to live life instead of just existing.”
“I was just asking,” she said with a laugh. “And you weren’t just existing, believe me.”
“Well, whatever I was doing, I’ve decided I want more out of life,” I said as I shifted my gaze to the ceiling.
“Starting when?’ she asked.
“Now. Starting now. I want to kiss you.” As soon as I heard the words escape my lips, I wished they hadn’t.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to kiss her, because I did. Although my mind was obviously ready, I feared I wasn’t. Not yet. Before I had a chance to retract what I had said, apologize, or claim some type of mental incompetence, she sat up on the bed, leaned over me, and pressed her lips softly against mine.
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