“Just goofing. Guess what?” she whispered into my ear.
“Uhhm, what?”
“I made forty grand this weekend,” she said softly.
“Say again?”
“Forty. Grand,” she giggled.
“How?”
“I sold everything I took to some guy in New York. He’s a big time fucker of some sort. Stephen Greene. He has shiny shoes,” she said matter-of-factly.
I stopped and tilted my head toward hers, “Well, good for you and good for him, I suppose. I’m proud of you, honey. But if you included the painting from my place, Stephen and I are going to have to have a little talk.”
I began to step toward the kitchen with her in my arms. Having her skin against mine, in itself, reassured me Karter and I would spend forever loving each other. Now I would be able to take care of Karter, placing her wants and needs before all other things. I felt certain guilt for not being able to explain my newfound joy. To her, nothing had changed. To me, I had conquered an obstacle and opened a new door, allowing us to spend a lifetime loving each other.
Still suspended above the floor and in my arms, she bent her knees rearward and held them in place, “Nope, it’s still there. I was just going to paint another. Not of me, but of you. I’m going to hang your sexy naked ass on the wall.”
She kissed me on the lips lightly and I lowered her to the floor. I turned to face her easel and immediately admired an abstract likeness of my naked self on canvas. The painting wasn’t quite complete, but it was clearly of me lying on my side, and from my calf to my shoulder. I changed my gaze from the painting to her and smiled without speaking.
“I took pictures of you this morning,” she chuckled.
“I see,” I responded, “I like it.”
I turned to the kitchen counter. Three piles of mail eight inches high were stacked on the counter. Beside the mail, four newspapers sat, each opened to the obituaries. Undoubtedly she read them as soon as she returned from her weekend away. Karter and her obsessions…
“Mug the mailman?” I laughed as I nodded toward the piles of mail.
“Oh, no,” she said as she stepped between me and the counter.
“I’ve been so preoccupied with you since we met, I hadn’t been to my box. I was bored last night when I got home, so I got the mail. Ninety days’ worth,” she laughed.
I shook my head in disbelief. Seeing her standing in front of me half-naked and proud was a testament to who Karter was. She didn’t give a shit what anyone thought. Whether or not I was in her apartment enjoying her company, she’d probably be painting naked. I softly smiled as I admired her smooth tanned skin and womanly curves. Feeling almost overwhelmed with emotion from the realization of Karter and I being able to continue our relationship, I leaned toward her and closed my eyes as we began to kiss.
As we kissed, her hand immediately reached for my belt. The anticipation of sex caused me to immediately become aroused. I kissed her more intimately until the kissing became almost rough. Together, we stumbled along the kitchen island toward the front door as we continued to kiss. She fought to unbutton my jeans. Her back slamming against the front door was a reminder we had reached the end of the corridor and ended our potential escape from what was certain to happen. I heard my zipper unzip.
“Three days is too long, Jak. I need it,” she gasped as she fumbled to remove her tiny shorts.
Feeling as if I was in an entirely new and far more secure relationship with Karter, I responded differently than I expect I would have previously. I had never felt insecure with Karter or questioned our love, but now I was absolutely certain nothing could or would tear us apart.
“And I’m going to give it to you. It’s a good thing you’re naked, turn around,” I demanded as I pressed against her left shoulder and spun her half way around.
As her body rotated, she released my jeans and they immediately fell to mid-thigh. She exhaled audibly, kicked her shorts across the floor, and leaned against the door. As she turned her head sideways and pressed her check against the wood, I raised my right foot and fought to kick my jeans to the floor. After freeing my legs from the bindings of my pants, I reached through the hole in the front of my boxers and pulled my stiff cock through it.
I reached down with both hands and gripped the bottom of her ass with my fingertips. Using my index fingers, I gently pulled her pussy lips apart, making room for my cock to slide into her with ease. Her wetness caused my fingers to slip, and as I fumbled to pull her thighs apart, she reached between her legs and guided the tip against her wetness. As I raised my fingers to meet her ass, she bent her legs and lowered herself onto me, encompassing half of my rigid shaft.
“Holy fucking shit, Jak. This feels so good,” she gasped as she straightened her legs.
The feeling of being inside Karter wasn’t one of simply having sex. As if the inner structure of her body was made to accept me perfectly, we carefully fit one another in a manner which was undeniable. Regardless of the position we used for our sexual adventures, everything always slid into place without pain or uncertainty. The pleasure of our bodies touching was nothing short of magic. With her face against the front door and her back arched, her ass fit against the curvature of my hips perfectly.
As she bent her legs and carefully lowered herself onto my cock, I thrust my hips upward and held them there. My upper thighs now pressed firmly against her ass, I looked down at the floor. She was standing on her tip-toes. As I focused on her feet, she lowered her heels to the floor slowly.
She struggled to turn her face away from the wooden door. As I spread my feet shoulder width apart she looked at me with sheer disgust.
With her hand between her legs, she tugged on my boxer shorts, “Are you fucking kidding me? What is this fabric matter between us, Jak?”
“I couldn’t wait to take them off,” I responded.
She exhaled and rolled her eyes, “That’s cute Jak, but they’re gross. I like looking at you when you wear them, but I don’t want to fuck you with them on. Take ‘em off.”
I rose on the balls of my feet and pressed myself deeper into her wet pussy. She gasped, held her breath for an instant, and exhaled as she closed her eyes. Feeling as if I’d made my point, I relaxed. As I did, she arched her back drastically, pressed her hands against the door and her ass against my thighs – pulling her pussy away from my cock. As she quickly spun around and grabbed the opening of my shorts, I grinned.
She knelt in front of me and gripped the opening of my shorts. I stared down at her hair and lightly shook my head from side to side and smiled. As she looked up and met my gaze, she rolled her eyes and bit her lower lip, exposing her snow white teeth.
There was never a dull moment with Karter.
“Take,” she said as she pulled against the material with both hands.
“These,” she grunted as she yanked again, ripping the material slightly.
“Motherfuckers,” she shouted as she tore the material even more.
“Off,” with her final yank of the opening in the shorts, she tore them into two lengthwise shards of fabric. Now with an elastic waistband around my waist and two separate pieces of torn cotton dangling on either side of my upper thighs, I was free of any form of obstruction.
Sort of.
She stood from her kneeling position and stared down at the mess of material. Feeling ornery, I pressed my hands into my hips and raised one eyebrow.
“I’m not done,” she breathed as she stepped around me.
I watched as she pranced to her bedroom. After a short pause, she walked from the room with her right hand clasped into a fist. As she stepped in front of me, she held her hand to her side and flicked her thumb against the blade of her knife. As it snapped into the locked position, I shook my head and chuckled.
“Don’t be laughing, you might cause me to slip and slice something I don’t really want to cut,” she said as she slid the back side of the blade against my stomach.
With a slight upwar
d stroke, she cut the waistband in two, and the shorts fell to the floor. I looked down at my now half flaccid cock and sighed.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll fix that. But there’s a new rule around here,” she said as she nodded her head toward my waist.
Without folding the blade into the handle, she laid her knife on the edge of the kitchen countertop, “No more boxers, ever. You’re going commando from here on out, agreed?”
I rolled my eyes lightly and shook my head, “Agreed.”
Without a doubt, this wouldn’t be the last of the changes I’d make in an effort to suit Karter. In time, we’d both be seeing differences in ourselves and in each other. For twenty years, my life had been the same thing over and over. I was prevented from making change. Now, to think I had the ability to make modifications at will and to do so with Karter’s best interest in mind was extremely satisfying.
She kicked the torn pile of cotton boxers to the side and stood in front of me, smiling.
“Now maybe you won’t be short stroking me,” she said matter-of-factly.
As she stood naked between me and the door, I pressed my fists between my biceps and chest. I crossed my arms like an angry child and responded, “Short stroking you?”
“Mmmmhhhhm,” she grinned.
“Short stroking?”
“That is affirmative sir,” she nodded.
I rocked up and down on the balls of my feet, “So now I’ve got a little cock?”
“With that pile of shit on,” she paused and pointed at the shredded shorts.
“You couldn’t get in there. You were short stroking me. I felt like I was being fucked by a midget or something,” she chuckled.
I uncrossed my arms and turned my palms upward, “A fuckin’ midget?”
She raised her hand to eye level and held her thumb and forefinger two inches apart as she stared at the distance between her fingers, “Mmmhhhhm. One with a stubby little cock.”
“Turn around, I’ll show you just how deep I can get,” I demanded.
“Promises, promises,” she sighed as she slapped her hands against the door and spread her feet apart.
She looked as if she was preparing to be frisked by a police officer. My guess was she probably had a little experience at it. She looked all too versed on the procedure. Trying to act as if I was actually angry, I stroked my cock as I stepped toward her.
“You talk a lot of shit for your size,” I growled.
“I’m small but I’m mean as fuck,” she said over her left shoulder.
“Is that so?” I asked as I looked up and down her naked body.
With her head facing her raised left arm, and her right cheek against the door, she nodded her head slightly, “Mmmmhhhhm.”
I gripped her waist in my hands and guided my half-stiff cock into her wet pussy as she arched her back and pressed her ass against me. After a few strokes, I was as hard as a rock. Now with determination and feeling as if I desperately needed to make a point, I pounded away mercilessly.
I pressed my chin into the left side of her neck and whispered into her ear, “Feel like you’re being short stroked now?”
“No,” she breathed.
“Louder,” I whispered.
“No!” she screamed.
The feeling of Karter’s pussy around my cock was hypnotic. As if I were experiencing lovemaking for the very first time, my mind became a slave to the feeling she provided me. Even yet, I continued to breathe whispers against her ear.
“Short stroking you now, am I?” I pushed the words into her ear in short whispered bursts.
“No!” she screamed.
“With each stroke, Karter I want a yes or no, ready?” I grunted into her ear.
She bit her lower lip and nodded her head.
I pulled my hips back until the tip of my cock was touching the wet outer lips of her pussy. Slowly, I pushed my hips upward until my upper thighs lifted against her round ass. As I watched her feet lift from the floor, she grunted. As I lowered her feet to the floor, she screamed.
“No!” she screamed.
I slammed myself into her again immediately, thrusting her into the door.
“No!”
Again, I pushed my stiff cock inside of her as far as I could. With my right hand, I reached around her waist and pressed firmly against her stomach. I could feel my cock with my palm as I worked against her wet swollen pussy.
“No.”
With my hand still against her stomach, I slid myself from her confines. As I stared down between the cheeks of her ass, I thrust my hips forward again, and watched my cock disappear into her wetness. As I felt the tip of my cock with my palm, I pressed harder with my right hand. Again, her feet lifted from the floor.
“No!” she screamed against the door.
“Jak, I’m…” she grunted.
Knowing she was an instant from climax, I began to fuck Karter with every ounce of my being. Pounding away without an ounce of mercy, her body slapped against the door repeatedly. As my hips slapped against her ass, my balls slapped against her clit. I pressed my chest into her back and bit her earlobe between my teeth.
“No.”
“No.”
“Oh fucking God. No, no, no!” she shouted as her body slapped against the door.
I felt her have repeated orgasms as she blubbered incoherently into the wall.
“Jaaaaakkkkkk,” she screamed as her body went limp.
I pressed myself into her deeply and held her against the door. As she turned her head to the side, she opened her eyes slightly. Without speaking, she took a few shallow breaths and attempted to regain her composure. I kissed her deeply as I continued to feel her pussy contracting on the shaft of my cock. As her climax lessened and her breathing became normal, I slid my cock from her warm pussy.
“So?” I grinned.
“You’re defo not a midget,” she sighed.
“Defo?” I shrugged.
“Yep. Short for definitely. Defo. You have a big cock, Jak,” she sighed as she turned around.
Her legs were shaking.
I smiled as I thought of proving my point. A sharp knock on the door startled us both. As we looked toward each other the sound came again. Four sharp knocks. I leaned toward the door and peered through the keyhole. A police officer stood on the other side of the door. I turned and looked at Karter, confused.
“It’s a police officer,” I whispered.
She scrunched her brow, “A cop?”
I nodded.
“Yuck. I hate cops. See what he wants,” she whispered.
The officer knocked four times again.
I reached down and picked up my jeans from the floor. After pulling them on and buckling my belt, I turned toward Karter. Still standing naked in the doorway, she grinned. I pushed her to the hinge side of the door, and turned the deadbolt. As I opened the door slowly, Karter stepped between the open door and the wall, hidden from view.
The police officer looked down at my bare feet and slowly up my body, stopping his gaze even with my shoulders.
“Is everything alright?” he asked.
I nodded my head once, “Yes sir.”
“We had a report of violence,” he said sternly.
“A mistaken report,” I said.
He leaned to the side and looked scanned the length of the hallway with his eyes. His eyes stopped where I suspected Karter laid the knife on the counter. After a short stare, he glanced at the unidentifiable pile of shredded cotton on the floor. His eyes shifted back upward and focused on mine.
“Anyone else in the house?” he asked.
I nodded my head.
Karter peered around the edge of the door, revealing her face and shoulders. I looked at the naked portion of her which was hidden by the wooden door separating her and the officer.
“Good morning, officer,” she whispered.
“Ma’am, are you hurt? Are you in pain?” the officer asked.
“Not anymore,” she chuckled.
“Anymore, ma’am?” the officer shifted his gaze back and forth from Karter to me repeatedly.
Karter, still hiding behind the door with only her head and shoulders exposed to the officer, turned her head upward and smiled at me. I looked down at the officer. The officer looked at Karter.
“He was fucking the shit out of me earlier, officer. And I told him he had a midget cock. You see officer, he was wearing boxers while he was trying to fuck me, and they were preventing full penetration. So, I got my Benchmade and cut those fuckers off. I did it for two reasons. I hated being short stroked and I don’t like him wearing underwear as a general rule. He decided to teach me a lesson and fuck me even harder. We ended up against the door and maybe got carried away. All of the commotion was my face slapping the door and me screaming ‘no’,” she said without even smiling.
The officer tilted his head to the side, “No, ma’am? You were screaming no?”
“That is correct. In response to his question of whether or not he had a short cock, I responded no repeatedly. And my face hit the door because he was shoving me completely full of cock. He’s hung like a horse, officer,” she smiled as she held her index fingers a foot apart in front of the officer’s face.
The officer coughed and smiled, “I see.”
“So everything here is in order?” the officer asked.
I looked down between the door and the wall where Karter’s body remained hidden and admired the curve of her back and her round little ass.
“Very much so,” Karter nodded.
The officer nodded his head sharply, “Very well. Have a nice day.”
I looked down at Karter in disbelief as I shut the door.
She grinned and stood erect as the door closed, “Well, what’d you want me to do, lie?”
I shook my head, “No, I guess not.”
“Step aside, I’m hungry. Want some breakfast?” she asked as she walked between me and the door.
I watched as she walked her signature Karter walk into the kitchen and started digging through the pots and pans. It wasn’t even noon, and Karter had painted a masterpiece, we had sex one and a half times, she cut off my underwear, we had a visit by the police, and now she was cooking brunch.
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