Puppet

by Hamiltion Swift

“I do?”

  Justin looked at Carin and she giggled.

  “You sucked him?”

  “Yes, baby.”

  “How did that start? Did he tell you to?”

  Carin was still between Justin’s legs, putting her mouth on him between sentences, stroking while she talked. He knew he’d come a second time before all was said and done.

  “No… I told him I wanted to make him feel good, as good as he made me feel. He told me to get on my knees. He was demanding…like you get sometimes. He knew what he wanted. I liked that about him. I got on my knees right away. My miniskirt was on and my sandals, but my top was off. I looked up at him as I undid his belt.”

  “I love when you do that.”

  “You taught it to me. Remember me practicing being on my knees and raising my eyes to you during my deep-throat classes? It used to give me headaches.”

  “Maybe that’s what caused the migraines!”

  Carin pulled off. “Exactly!” She giggled.

  Justin held her head steady on his thigh.

  “I started licking his balls while looking up at him, like I do for you, baby. You like that, right? Licking there?”

  “Yes!”

  “I was going to take my time, at least try to, but he wanted me sucking. He laced his fingers in my hair and pulled me onto him. It didn’t hurt. He was just excited. I tried deep throating but he was big. He kept both his hands on my head and forced my head down. I tried again and again, just like during training. He was talking the whole time, saying, ‘That’s a good girl’ and ‘Take it all’. I was moaning and going so deep. Finally I did it. I knew he liked it ’cuz he held my head still and thrust in and out really fast, like you do when you’re really excited. I stayed as still as I could.”

  Justin pulled Carin down on him hard. She yelped as he pulled her hair. He fucked her mouth hard and she began to choke. When he let her up, she blinked several times. She stroked Justin and started talking again.

  “I could tell he was about to come. He pulled out and told me to open my mouth. You’re the only one I want to taste, baby, I mean that, but I did it. I opened my mouth and looked up and he stroked his cock against my face. I wet my fingers and touched him behind his ball sack and he came. Most of it went over my head and in my hair. Some went on my cheek. Toward the end, I put him in my mouth and couldn’t help tasting a little. But just a little toward the end.”

  She stopped for a moment and put Justin in her mouth again and sucked him in and out really fast, then put him as far back as he’d go and left him there. He could have come again but she eased off.

  “He told me to get up and undress. I got up and took off everything. He was zipped up again and fully clothed and I was completely naked and covered in cum. My clothes were scattered on the floor. He looked me up and down, just like when I was in the waiting room. He was very complimentary of my body.”

  “In what way?”

  “He said he’d never seen a woman so thin with such big boobs.”

  “Yeah, me neither. It’s pretty amazing. Keep going.”

  “He took hold of my hand and kissed me on the forehead and walked me out of the exam room and down the hall to his office. I thought it was sweet, him holding my hand like that and kissing me on the forehead. It was as if he was telling me I’d done a good job, and maybe he was sorry for being rough. I liked how he handled me. You would have done that same thing. Been rough but then sensitive after.

  “We got to his office, which had a leather couch and a big desk and all sorts of diplomas on one wall. He told me to lie on the carpet, which was thick and soft-looking. I was wet and covered in him, and he came over and stood over me, still fully clothed. He wanted to see me play with myself and I didn’t ask questions. I started feeling between my legs, rubbing myself while he looked at me. Maybe I was moaning a little. I didn’t think I’d come again but I was in a haze. My other hand went to my breast and there was cum there so I rubbed it into my nipple. He was watching and taking off his clothes. Then he got on his knees between my legs.”

  “I think I’m going to like this part,” Justin said, breathing heavily.

  “Oh baby…me too. I put two fingers inside myself, going in and out and moaning as he watched. Then he moved my hand away and bent down and kissed along my thighs. He said he liked me all shaved and started licking my lips, and I thought of you, how you commented on that earlier. I put my wet fingers in my mouth, as if you were there…which was what I wanted more than anything.

  “When his lips touched my clit, I knew I was a goner. I stared at the wall, the one with the diplomas, trying to hold it off a little. His tongue was going really fast all over and I told him I was going to come. I yelled it. He put his fingers inside me and I came hard that second time too.”

  Carin stopped talking for a minute and undid her blouse and took it off. Crusty patches covered her skin, like Elmer’s glue dried on a child’s finger. She wiggled out of her miniskirt and Justin noticed patches on her legs too.

  “Where’s your thong, baby?”

  “It’s downstairs. It was too wet to put on. He wanted me to leave it with him but I said no.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it was a gift from you.”

  Carin resumed her position between Justin’s legs.

  “After that, he lay down on the carpet next to me and we giggled. He thought it was funny how fast I came. After a while, I reached down and made him hard again with my hand. I told him that if he wanted to be inside me he had to wear a condom. He understood. I didn’t have to give him one. He had some.

  “He told me to get up and go over to the couch. I got up and went over, and he told me to bend forward over the arm with my feet apart. I waited there and he went to his desk and rustled through a drawer. I watched him put it on. When he came up behind me, he said, ‘My goodness, you’re a most agreeable girl, aren’t you?’ I just smiled back at him.

  “And then. Oh baby…that’s when he went in me so hard.”

  “Tell me, Puppet. I need to hear.”

  “He slid in and I felt him stretching me. I felt so filled up, and he just kept ramming in me, over and over. I could hear his balls slapping against me and I must have zoned out. It took a while but I was very wet and I came again. Not just once, but over and over. It was intense. I would have toppled over if the couch wasn’t holding me up. I was still coming when he pulled out and flipped me over. I was on my back, lying on the couch. I was like a Raggedy Ann. My legs were jelly, hanging over the arm. He took the condom off and stroked himself. It spurted all over me.”

  Carin looked down her torso and stroked the patches on her stomach and chest, as if brushing breadcrumbs from her blouse. All the while, she stroked Justin with her other hand, making sure he stayed hard.

  Justin was beyond lust. He pulled Carin’s hand away and got up from the mattress. He told Carin to get on all fours on the bed. He positioned himself behind her, told her to arch her back and then slid his cock inside her. He noticed her butt was splotched with red marks.

  “He spanked you?”

  “I don’t know. It didn’t hurt. Oh that feels good, baby. I love you inside me. I want you to come in me. I really do feel perfect when you come.”

  “Is there anything else? More to the story?”

  “Yeah…ohhhh…a little.”

  “I want every detail.”

  “Haven’t I been good so far?”

  “Yes, keep going.”

  “We finished up and I…ohhhh…I went back to the exam room to put on my clothes. Go in me slow, baby, so I can talk. I want to tell you everything. I texted you, saying I’m coming right home. Oh gosh, baby, that feels good, but just go slow like that. Keep going in me, but gently.”

  Justin stroked in and out slowly as Carin gained her composure.

  “I got dressed, except my thong, and started back to his office, carrying my thong in my hand. He was returning a patient’s call when I got there. I thought it was rude so I sat on
his desk, waiting for him, and put my wet thong in his in-box. I parted my legs and put my fingers down there, spreading myself as he watched. He moved closer and put his fingers in me while continuing his conversation. He was just fingering me while talking. I pretended to be offended and gave him a look, but it got me excited. When he hung up, he started kissing me really passionately. I told him if he wanted to be inside me again, we needed to do it fast ’cuz I had to go.

  “He smiled that smile and laid me back across his desk. I said, ‘I really should call home’.

  “He got out another condom from the drawer and unzipped his pants and nodded toward the phone. I spread my legs and fumbled for it.”

  “I was excited when you called,” Justin said, continuing his slow stroking from behind. “I could hear it happening to you.”

  Carin’s head was down on the pillow and she arched her back more, sending her butt high in the air. Justin went in and out slowly, remembering the time he’d taught her to arch just so. She spread her knees wide and squatted low, until her swollen lips almost kissed the mattress. Just enough room to reach her hand between her legs and play with herself.

  “The head of his cock was circling around as I dialed. I was breathing really hard. The phone rang once and you picked up. Your hello was shaky and I knew you were wondering about me. I started talking and he slipped into me. I gasped on the phone. I couldn’t help it. He was sliding in and out while I talked to you.”

  Carin stopped talking for a moment and Justin began to churn from within. His legs started shaking as he felt the adrenaline surge. Cum forced up from his ball sack and through his cock and out and deep into her pussy. He spasmed several times, still on his knees behind her but falling fast, forcing Carin down onto the mattress. Her hand, still wedged between her legs, rubbed her pussy furiously. She quaked in orgasm one last time as Justin’s thrusts subsided.

  They lay on the bed with Carin curled into Justin’s body like a question mark. Neither said a word for a long time. The excitement had passed. All Justin wanted was Carin to be alone with him forever. He stroked her hair, very ready for her to take a shower. She waited a while longer before moving. Her head was propped up on his chest, one hand gripping his soft, wet cock. It was a good five minutes before she spoke.

  “Baby, I want to say some things but I don’t want you to get mad at me.”

  Justin knitted his brow. He’d been nervous and jealous all afternoon. When it took so long for her to come home, he’d even wondered if she was leaving him. He’d promised himself earlier not to get mad as long as Carin told the truth. He reiterated those words to himself now.

  “I need to hear everything you have to say, Puppet.”

  “You can count on me for that, baby,” she said. “As best as I know my feelings, I’m going to tell them. That’s why I need to say this.”

  Justin braced himself for whatever admission was about to come.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Carin asked Justin if he minded she take a shower before they had their conversation. When he acknowledged it was a good idea, she got up from the bed and went into the master bath. He watched as she picked up his towel from the tile floor, hung it on a hook and closed the door behind her.

  He waited anxiously on the bed, not at all sure what Carin would say. He was thoroughly relieved to have her back home, safe and sound. He promised himself that the crazy games were behind them. And then, as he listened to the water running he thought of Carin in the shower earlier that morning, shaving herself smooth for the good doctor. The fact she had taken the initiative to do that troubled him and yet, amazingly, when he thought of it now he found himself becoming aroused. He did his best to curb his desire.

  When Carin came out of the bathroom, Justin lay calmly on the bed. She looked squeaky clean and refreshed, dressed in a short green kimono. She moved toward him and sat on the edge of the mattress. She crossed her long, spindly legs and pulled a comb through her hair.

  “Don’t get mad, okay?” she said.

  Justin gulped and said nothing.

  “I know we disagree on this…but…although it looked as if I wanted what happened today…or at least enjoyed it…I have to tell you…I don’t want to do it again. I don’t want that ever, ever, ever again. I know you wanted it. Planned it. And yes, it was exciting for me, for whatever reasons, being sent by you and doing whatever for you. I won’t say it wasn’t intense. But I don’t want it again. It’s not good for us, Justin. And even if you were there…I don’t want that either.”

  She looked at him hesitantly.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” she continued. “I want to please you. I want to be your puppet. I know I told you I always would be. But I’m not sure about this stuff anymore. I do it for you and I know you’ve had trouble understanding that, because it excites us both; but deep down, my excitement is about you. I don’t need any of the other stuff. I only need you, only want you. I guess I’m hoping you don’t need it either. I want you to want me to be with you only. Because that would excite me most of all.”

  Justin’s relief was palpable. Carin had said what he had wanted to hear and had made the decision herself. She‘d admitted to her excitement while also standing up for herself. She’d pushed back against what he wanted because she didn’t want it. And since he’d already decided he didn’t want it either, her rejection of the fantasy life was even sweeter.

  “I only want you with me, Carin,” he said. “I’ve been sick with worry. Literally sick. I almost threw up before. I want just us, forever, and I mean that.”

  He kissed her on her soft mouth. He kissed her vanilla-scented neck. He kissed her wet tears away. He got up from the bed and took a sip of water and gave the glass to her. Carin drank like a thirsty bear cub.

  After several long pulls, she said, “When he was driving me home and I pulled his hand away, he couldn’t believe it. He was like, ‘After all that!’ Exactly how David was when you were taking your run. But my heart wasn’t in it. My heart was with you and you weren’t there, so my heart was breaking. I was so lonely for you and wanted out of that car so fast. I don’t ever want to feel that loneliness again. It’s not worth it, even while knowing it makes you happy.”

  Justin walked to the chair in the corner of the room and picked up his pants from the floor. Carin had said all the right things.

  “You don’t have to say anymore, sweetheart,” he said. “You don’t have to worry anymore. I have lots to tell you.”

  He draped his pants over the chair and walked to his dresser, retrieving a legal envelope from the top drawer.

  “I found Kyle, Puppet. It took some doing but I found him. I’ve seen him. You’re free.”

  He tossed the envelope onto the bed.

  Carin opened it, pulled out the divorce papers and flipped through the paperwork. When she reached the last page, she paused.

  “Kyle’s signature,” she said, reading off the name scribbled next to hers. A notary’s stamp and a date of just a few weeks earlier made it official.

  She looked up. “How?”

  “I’m not sure you’ll like it, but bear with me.”

  “Okay.”

  “Remember at Allie’s, she mentioned a friend of Kyle’s?”

  “Clark.”

  “Yeah, Clark. She gave me Clark’s address while you and Rick were on that stroll.”

  “Why?”

  “This Clark guy lives north of Hartford. I went to see him several weeks ago. Just after our fight, as a matter of fact. I convinced him to give me Kyle’s address.”

  “He didn’t have Kyle’s address.”

  “As it turns out, he did, and I paid him for it. He said he wouldn’t give it to me and I put a thousand dollars on the table.”

  “You gave Crazy Clark a thousand dollars?”

  “And he gave me what I wanted.”

  Carin remained silent for a moment, as if searching for the right response. Eventually she said, “I never liked that creep.”

  “Y
eah he’s pretty much a scumbag. Anyway…remember the last flurry of business trips I took?”

  “How could I forget?”

  “Well, one of them was to Florida. He’s living in a rundown motel. Kyle is. As far as I can tell, he picks up bartending jobs until he gets fired and then bangs nails until the next bartending gig opens up. His dad’s down there too, doing the same thing. I brought the papers with me and I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

  “More money?”

  “This is the part you aren’t going to like.”

  “I’m good.”

  “Good…because I gave him your house.”

  “You what!”

  “I have it all figured out. He’s going to move back here. He’ll be closer to his mom. Away from his dad. I think this might help him.”

  Carin glared.

  “All right, I didn’t do it to play the Good Samaritan. I did it because it got him to sign the papers, which was all I cared about.”

  She continued staring.

  “My whole career I’ve given one thing to get another of more value. It’s what I do. This was no different. I was focused on what I valued, what I couldn’t live without, which is us being together. I’m hoping that’s all you care about too.”

  “You know it is, but he’s just going to sell the house and go right back to drinking. It’s as if you’ve handed him hundreds of thousands of dollars in drinking money.”

  “Well, hopefully not. That’s exactly what I don’t want. We’ve entered into a purchase and sale agreement that my lawyer wrote up. As of now, the house is mine. Kyle gets to live in it scot-free. He has no legal way of selling it or borrowing against it. Basically it’s in escrow. If, after five years, he’s straightened himself out, the house is his. He knows how fucked up he is. He knows he can’t drink. He told me as much. This way, hopefully he’ll have some incentive to straighten himself out.”

  “You probably could have bought him off with a thousand bucks, just like Clark. Why would you even care what happens to him?”

  “Carin, I know how mad he was when you wouldn’t give him a piece of that house. You told me yourself that he fled because you wouldn’t do it. Then he got drunk, stayed drunk and has held a grudge against you ever since. I told him you wanted him to have the house.”