Booty Call

He is late. An hour and a half later than expected and I am bored. No longer feeling sexy in the outfit I carefully selected, this feels like more of a chore than anything else.

He arrives in jogging bottoms and trainers –  minimum effort – and my libido takes another dive. We go upstairs and I listen as he talks about the interview he’s had today. He undresses down to boxers and slips under the covers, complaining of the cold. I start to kiss him and his hands slide over me hungrily, his lips sucking on mine in that strange kissing technique he likes. He tastes of spices and cigarettes, something I don’t mind at all.

He doesn’t quite push my head down to his cock but I can tell what he wants. I oblige as that’s what he likes and that’s the role I’m content to play for now. He lies back, eyes closed as if in prayer. He says nothing but I remember how he’d said stress lately had made him crave a long slow blow job. He holds my head tenderly and pulls the hair out of my eyes so he can watch me.

Suddenly he asks for a condom and flips it onto his dick. I’m surprised and touch myself, making him touch me too. I slide easily onto him, his eyes are still closed and he barely moves as I ride him. I feel nothing, remembering that this is a meaningless transaction. But at the same time his insignificant member is raking my insides so deliciously I cannot help but moan. He tells me to slow down but I know I’m going to reach my crescendo soon. He pulls my feet higher somehow, I’m not sure what he’s going to do.

“I want to fuck your ass” he growls.

“Wait for me to come” I say.

And I do. I come slowly and really savour it. He isn’t anywhere near and I’ve just used him, I take great pleasure in that because this man means nothing to me. I don’t even like him.

——-

He takes me from behind and I know what is coming. We’ve discussed it, and because his cock is small I don’t think it will be an issue. Firstly he asks for the buttplug, lubing it up himself and pushing it roughly into my quick. He pushes again and holds it there, asking how it feels. It’s quite delicious, and he resumes fucking me. But he wants more. I can’t recall how exactly he asks me, but he ain’t winning no Pulitzer prize. I say yes because I want to please him for some reason. The buttplug is thrown across the room. He’s at an odd angle so we try a few times to connect and break my seal, him lubing up his cock and me slathering with my own ass. Up until this point he has barely touched me. His cock goes softer each time we try, I’m thinking maybe this is his first rodeo.

Eventually he is stiff enough to open me, but he goes too hard and I have to tell him to stop. I don’t think he’s done this before. He asks me to use my vibe at the same time, but I’m at such an odd angle it’s difficult. I use just the clit stimulator and he groans as he thrusts into me. It’s not very enjoyable but it’s also not the worst thing in the world. Eventually he is lying flat on top of me, seizing the back of my neck in his grip, telling me he wants to do this regularly.

——–

He tells me to use my toy again, he wants to watch. This is something I am not used to, so edging myself in front of him adds a different dimension. I go down on him again, taking off the condom and using more lube, still fucking myself electronically. I can’t tell what his vibe is – again his eyes are closed and he could be close to orgasm or a million miles away. I’m frankly bored of swallowing down his cock and his directions on how to suck and coax it. And I’m desperately trying to concentrate on my own orgasm too.

Suddenly, rather like the last time my mouth is full of his cum. Again he makes no sound, doesn’t move and yet keeps spurting down my throat for at least a minute. I manage to swallow it all, the taste isn’t amazing but still. I keep the vibe in my pussy and he continues to watch me, fascinated. And then jumps up to take a shower.

 

 

3 thoughts on “Booty Call”

  1. As I finished reading the last line, I said aloud, nose wrinkled in derision, “what a dud!”
    At least you came. I guess.

    Awesome writing, as always.

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  2. I echo Amethyst’s thoughts, although I drew my conclusion somewhat earlier. Tracksuit bottoms and trainers?I’m surprised you never showed him the door! In a way, I’m glad you never because we would have missed out on your expertly written piece. Thank you.

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