Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2011 06:56:52 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Timothy Black. Chapter Six.

   He was delighted and couldn't do enough for me when we finally got my
things into what was now to be our bedroom. The first thing I asked for was
for him to bring up a cheval mirror that was downstairs and place it near
the bed. It was when I turned the glass sideways that he understood why I
wanted it there.

   It was the next best thing to a video to see myself climb onto the bed
naked and be on my knees and wait for James to come into view. Then I could
actually watch him behind me, holding my hip as he guided his sheathed tool
up to my bum and then watch and feel him enter me at the same time. I could
also see the joy on both our faces as he pushed himself inside and begin to
fuck me. It was a sight to see him moving in behind me and to see exactly
what he was doing and feel it. It was absolutely lovely with me on my knees
bending my back forward enough in a bow so that I rested the tops of my
shoulders and face on the bed and could watch what was going on behind
me. Plus the position I was in, gave him that little extra depth to
penetrate me even further than he had done before.

   `Pull out just before you come,' I asked him, my voice slightly muffled,
`and come over my back.'

   `What?' he asked.

   `I want to see you come all over my back, just like we see in the porno
videos. Please James.' I saw in the mirror, him shrug and he kept on moving
inside me, getting faster as he did so and then he suddenly pulled out
which came as a bit of a shock. But I saw him whip off the condom and begin
to jerk himself off and then it happened. I saw his come fly out in spurts
and could see and feel it land on my back and that's when I shot my load
onto the bed cover. His cock held up in his hand was jumping of its own
accord as it pumped out his seed to arc across my hips and splatter on my
back. I gave out a groan as I was still coming myself as I watched this and
then begged him to use his tongue to lick it off and let me feel him doing
this.

   Such is the power of women over men to be able to get them to do what
you want as I was being able to do to James. I was the woman in this case
and having just moved in, he wanted to please, me so he licked his own
sperm off my back while I jerked off to finish what had started
involuntarily.

   When he'd almost finished, I dropped and rolled over and sucked the last
of the sperm out of his cock and had the pleasure of kissing him and
getting more of his in my mouth to savour before swallowing it.

   But my so called feminine power didn't last long before I was doing
everything that he wanted, and loved doing it. He was the husband and I was
the wife, and I was to do as I was told, but he still did some things I
wanted from time to time. But as he was doing what I wanted most of the
time, it didn't really make much difference. All I wanted was him to fuck
me as many times as he was capable of and to let me fuck him in return when
he wanted it.

   I did manage to get him to get a video camera to film us doing it but it
turned out that we were so busy fucking each other that we didn't have time
to sit there and just watch ourselves doing what we were doing at every
available moment.

   I was painted and sketched, drawn and crayoned in so many different
poses each weekend that I cannot even begin to list them all, but I did
like the one of me being an ancient Greek warrior. James had visited the
museum and borrowed some pieces and they turned out to be a helmet, spear,
a small round shield and a sword with its belt and scabbard. He fashioned
some sort of brassard himself as the museum didn't have one. That is a kind
of protective forearm shield that used to be made of hard leather until it
was made of metal as part of a knight's armour. This I wore on my right
forearm and held a spear in that hand. The belt with the sword was buckled
at my waist, the helmet on my head and the shield I held in my left hand,
my hand through the loops to hold it secure.

   Apart from these items, I was completely naked as the Greeks used to
fight in their times before they started wearing tunics. I think the reason
they went into battle naked was that in the excitement, they would all get
a hard on and to see these waving weapons might have alarmed the defenders
as to what they would be getting if they lost the fight.

   So dressed like this, I posed and he sketched and drew upon his paper
and did a damn fine job and even I got a hard on when I saw the finished
picture. He'd drawn in some fictitious back-ground of what was supposed to
be Greece, but it looked so real to me.

   He didn't need me to pose when he did quite a few copies in water-colour
as he copied them from his original sketches and I know that he sold them
as soon as they were finished and made quite a bit of money out of them. I
cannot say how many pictures there are of me floating about the country now
in all kinds of poses, most of them with me being naked.

   It was sometime in February that I bumped into Mark and we went and had
a beer together. There was a slight hesitancy between us because of our
last night in the tent on that fateful weekend, but I put his mind at ease
by saying that all that was in the past and that I was really glad to see
him. Not in a sexual context either, so he was then a bit happier and so we
chatted. He told me that the girls would still like to see me and that they
had kept asking him when he was going to take me back round to their place
for dinner.

   I hesitated over this but finally consented to go for dinner one night
but stressed that I wouldn't be staying the night. I was dumbfounded when
he said that I wouldn't be expected to because Diane had since become a
lesbian and was regularly shacked up with Tracey. This bit of gossip was
news to me and so he told me the effect that the rape had had on Diane and
she was now really dependant on Tracey. Tracey herself was quite happy to
be bi-sexual and got a vicarious thrill out of being that way and so Mark
was quite welcome whenever he went round for dinner and stay the night. It
was Diane who missed out when he did so, but that wasn't his problem as
long as he got his end away. So knowing that I wouldn't be staying the
night, accepted the invitation and phoned James to tell him that I would be
late home and not to set the alarm. I'd since gotten a key to the front
door of the gallery and I would set the alarm when I returned. He was a bit
miffed but accepted that I was only having dinner with some old friends but
would be back in his bed by midnight.

   Mark also used the phone to say that we would both be round for dinner
and so when we got to the girls flat, I was made most welcome, getting a
kiss from both of them. We'd taken some wine with us and it was almost like
old times. It was when they asked me after we'd finished eating what had I
been doing with myself so I told them the truth.

   `After the rape at the camp,' I told them, `I found out that although I
hadn't wanted to go to the police and say as much to them, I had not been
as badly hurt as they had first thought. It wasn't until I'd wrestled with
the problem afterwards of how I felt personally, I came to realise that I
was really that way orientated and was now a practicing homosexual.'

   This brought the room to a complete standstill and silence as I sat and
faced them after this declaration. I knew I had to tell them and it was
better to say outright than beat about the bush.

   `I'm sorry Diane,' I said as I covered her hand with mine. `It's nothing
to do with you. I still love you in my own way, but I'd rather sleep with a
man now than with a woman.' She gave out a silly laugh.

   `And there I was thinking that I had gone all strange,' she said. `It
affected me too. I don't think I could ever have another man after those
two. I...I have become a lesbian.' She hung her head at these words and I
put my hand out and lifted up her chin and looked into her eyes.

   `There's nothing wrong in that,' I said softly, `for we all still love
you as I hope you all still love me for what I have become too.'

   There were tears in her eyes and I helped her wipe them away, and after
that, the rest of the evening went smoothly. I actually came out of my
shell and told them some jokes and funny stories, especially about what
Joshua had told me of his teaching in Kenya.

   It was close on midnight when I left, promising to visit them again next
month for dinner and a laugh, as overall, the evening had been a
success. James was happy that I'd come home when I said I would and was
eager to take me to bed and I'm sure it was to see if I could perform and
had not wasted my strength with somebody else. To prove that point, I
really gave him a good fucking before I turned round for him to do the same
to me.

   It was about two weeks later that I got home to find a small package for
me, all neatly tied up in a beautiful pink ribbon.

   `What's this?' I asked James who was all smiles. `It's not my birthday.'

   `No, but it's a few things that I'd like you to wear for some pictures I
want to draw.' I was curious as to what he had in mind and opened the
parcel and was astounded to pull out a pair of stockings, a suspender belt
and a padded bra.

   `Is this some kind of joke?' I demanded of him.

   `No,' he said with a straight face. `It's something a man might buy for
his wife. To wear for his pleasure and possible gratification. Besides, I
want to paint you wearing them, but,' he hastily went on to say, `I won't
be showing your face in the pictures of course unless you want me to after
you've seen them.' I fingered the soft material and got a bit of a tingle
in my groin as the softness of the silk and nylon titillated my mind as to
what they would feel like against my skin.

   `It's a ridiculous idea,' I said, now getting a small stirring inside of
me and then finding that I wanted him to talk me into actually putting on
these woman's underthings.

   `Oh come on Timothy! It costs a fortune to hire a female model.'

   `Whereas I come free,' I said laconically.

   `You come whenever you see an erect penis,' he laughed. `Look,
seriously. Put them on and I'll take a couple of Polaroid pictures, minus
your head of course, and see for yourself.' I hummed and harred and let him
spell it out for me as to what he wanted to paint and why I was vital for
posing.

   `Okay, okay. Do I have to shave my legs and my armpits?' I asked
facetiously.

   `Not unless you want to,' he laughed. `Come on. Put them on and let's
see how you look,' James said, all excited at the prospect of seeing me
dressed in this scanty underwear. We were in the kitchen at the time and so
we went into the bedroom and I put the things on the bed and got undressed
and sat down next to them.

   I picked up the suspender belt and put it round my waist and then found
I was unable to fix the hooks into the eyes.

   `This is impossible!' I declared after several minutes of trying to fix
the two ends together.

   `Fix it from the front and then twist it round. Common sense if you ask
me,' James said rather smugly. So I did as he suggested by fixing it at the
front and was surprised to find that it worked and I ignored his satisfied
smirk. With it settled properly round my hips, I picked up the first
stocking. Now I'd seen this done in the films so I knew that I had to roll
it down first in my hands before putting my toes into the end. This I did
and then rolled it up my leg.

   What a lovely feeling that was to have this nylon whisper as it came up
and I couldn't help but flex my leg when it was on. Then I stood up and
found it was also very difficult to fix the stocking top between the
covered nub and clip to hold it. But I managed it and found that I was
beginning to get an erection as I felt this soft material move along the
whole length of my leg. I couldn't wait to put the second one on, and when
I bent over to fix the clip of this one, found that I had a full erection.

   `Well someone likes the stockings,' James said, looking and chuckling as
he pointed at my hard piece sticking out in front of me.

   `You didn't buy any panties,' I cried as I rechecked the package.

   `Do you really think you could have fitted that big thing into a pair of
woman's panties?' he asked, pointing again at my cock.

   `On reflection, I don't think so,' I grinned ruefully at him. I found
that I then had the same problem of trying to put on the padded bra with
its fixings at the back. But I worked it out for myself this time by doing
it by my chest and then twisting it round. I managed to get my arms in the
loops and pulled it up and got the straps settled on my shoulders before I
adjusted it across my chest. It did look real as I saw in the mirror and it
also looked so incongruous with the belt and stockings on and a massive
erection sticking out from between my thighs.

   `Hermaphrodite,' I said as I turned round to face him.

   `Christ! It looks better than I thought and I've got a steaming great
hard on just seeing you dressed like that,' James declared. I struck a
saucy pose and pouted my lips at him.

   `Well, big boy? If you say you fancy me, show me.' He didn't need a
second urging and his clothes were off faster than I'd ever seen him strip
before. He wasn't joking when he said he was hard. It was as big as it was
going to get and even from where I was standing, I could see that it was
really throbbing.

   `Now that is just what I need,' I said as I licked my lips. `Wheel it
over here and let me say hello.' He came over with an exaggerated swagger
to make his cock swing from side to side as he moved, a big smirk on his
face. I went down onto my knees, carefully, as I didn't want to ladder the
stockings straight away. He stopped in front of me and swung his hips from
side to side making his cock slap me on both sides of my face before I
could catch it with my open mouth.

   What a size! I'd not seem him bigger and the head of his cock was more
than enough for me to suck and tease with my tongue. I had butterflies in
my stomach as I worked on the fiery head of his cock and had to let him go
as I wanted that thing of his inside me where it would give me the most
pleasure.

   I got up and fetched a condom and rolled it down on him and then pushed
him to sit down on the dressing table stool. I minced about in front of
him, looking at his covered cock sticking up from between his thighs as I
moved in closer. I put my hands on his shoulders and stood astride of him,
my legs on either side of his. I smiled at him and put one hand down
between my legs and held him upright and slowly lowered myself down till
the tip of his cock was touching my bum. With a big intake of breath, I
made myself relax and eased myself down on him so that I was literally
forcing his cock up inside me as I sank lower.

   I didn't let out my breath till I was sitting on his thighs and he was
now fully inside me. Oh, heaven. He was there and I could feel the heat and
pulse of his heart as it throbbed and warmed my whole insides. His arms
came round my waist and I was now able to lean forward and kiss him as I
flexed my sphincter muscle to let him know that I was ready for him.

   The suspender belt straps that held up the stockings moved quite easily
to the sides of my thighs but I found the bra a bit constrictive but it
didn't stop me from moving on that glorious hard piece of flesh stuck up my
arse. As I moved up and down on him, our bodies that were pressed close to
each other, held my trapped erection and was being effectively masturbated
by the two of us.

   We couldn't get enough of each other in our kissing, mouths open and our
tongues fighting each other as we moved in unison on the stool. The raging
fire inside my belly was being quelled by his soothing sliding cock inside
me but my other fire was building up as my cock was being rubbed between
us.

   What a mess that made of us both when I came, spurting up and coating
both our lower chests and making my sliding cock move that much easier
between us. But I was more concerned for James' cock that was creating
havoc and pleasure at the same time while it moved inside me.

   I let him take over when he approached his climax. Bouncing me up and
down, his hips almost leaving the stool as he forced himself up and tried
to get even further inside and then held me very tight in his arms and
hugged me tight. All that was moving now were his hips and his tool that
throbbed and began to spurt out his seed and I felt every contraction of it
as it surged in waves and he gave a big shudder as he finished and squeezed
me even tighter than before and yet his kisses were that much more gentle.

   We both were sweating and found that our chests were almost glued
together with my sperm as we both gasped for breath and broke apart with a
squelching, sucking sound. I lifted myself up off him and felt his still
hard cock rasp my insides nicely but still didn't like the experience of
loss when it came free. I quickly grabbed some tissues from the dressing
table and pulled off his soiled condom and dropped it on the floor as I
went down onto my knees again between his legs. I held his cock upright and
I looked up to see his smile which I returned.

   `I love you James,' I said softly as I bent my head and took him into my
mouth to suck out the residue of his semen and gently chew and run my
tongue round on the inside of his foreskin.

   `I love you too Timothy,' he said as he began to stroke my hair and the
back of my neck. `But I also like my stomach, and that needs filling so
when you've finished, let's get something to eat or is my cock enough for
you?'

   `Don't be blasphemous about my seeing to what you hold closest to your
heart,' I said, letting go of his now bright cock head that was really
steaming from the heat of my mouth.

   `This,' and I waggled his penis, `has always come before your stomach,
and while it's getting what it wants, the stomach can wait.'

   But just as I was about to go down on it again, my own stomach gave out
an enormous rumble and it made us both laugh and so I gave up sucking and
got up from the floor. I picked up his soiled condom and went through to
the bathroom and dropped it in the toilet and then washed my bum. When
dried, I went back into the bedroom where he was still sitting on the stool
and I started to undo the stocking clips.

   `No,' he cried. `Don't take them off yet,' and bounded off the stool and
went to one of the many drawers in the room, and pulled out a piece of
cloth and then from another, a leather belt.

   `So you're going to tie me up and beat me?' I asked when I saw what he
was carrying towards me.

   `Don't be silly, but it wouldn't be a bad idea. No,' he said, folding
the material in half and then wound it round my waist. `Hold it there.' and
he picked up the belt and put it round my waist to hold up this sort of
skirt that he had fashioned and did up the buckle. `There. That should
protect you while we do the dinner.'

   I turned and looked at myself in the full length mirror and saw that it
really made me look sexy though it was rather short as you could just see
the tops of the stockings and a brief glimpse of white thigh.

   `And what will you be wearing?' I asked as I looked at his now flaccid
penis hanging between his legs.

   `I'll wear the pinny,' and so we went into the kitchen where he put this
on and we prepared dinner. It was still nice to feel his hand come up under
this makeshift skirt and fondle the cheeks of my bum as we worked
together. It was even better when he put his hand up the front and brought
me erect and then went down and put his head underneath it. His mouth was
hot on my cock and all I could see was his head bobbing up and down under
the material as I leaned back against the sink and gave myself up to the
pleasure of him sucking me off. I held his covered head as I came, bucking
and shooting my second coming into his mouth, loving the way his tongue
roved round the raw flesh as it intercepted the flow. His mouth was all wet
when he came up and kissed me, sharing my own sperm with me as we kissed
opened mouthed.

   It was after dinner that we went into the studio where he got out the
Polaroid camera and told me to take off the skirt.

   `Now I want you to push all your tackle between your legs and strike a
saucy pose,' he said as he got the camera ready. I did as he asked, pushing
my cock and balls back and brought one leg slightly forward so that it
looked as if I only had a hairy minge between my legs. I had one hand on
the back of the armchair and that's how he took the first picture. Then he
took another of a back view with the instruction that I was to tighten up
my cheeks to make them look firm and more rounder.

   He had, as he promised, taken the pictures from the tops of my shoulders
downwards and I was amazed at how much I looked like a woman in both of the
pictures.

   `I think with a wig and a bit of make-up, you really could look like a
woman,' he said in a pensive voice, the tone of which gave me certain
misgivings as to what he was planning next for me. I found out the next
day. But there was still the night to go and he allowed me to undress
before going to bed as I now didn't want to ruin the stockings.

   We kissed a lot and said of how much we loved each other and how he
proved it by fucking me again to which I wasn't averse to and thoroughly
enjoyed it. At breakfast he surprised me by asking me to look after the
gallery for an hour while he went out.

   `There's nothing to it. You might not even get any customers in. If you
do, and they are interested in buying anything, the price is on the back of
the picture. A little sticker in Roman numerals, that is the price in
pounds. If you can get more, all the better, but take the sticker off if
you do sell anything.' So now I was a financial adviser during the week, a
model on Sunday's and now an art dealer on Saturdays.

   He went off and I just wandered about the gallery checking the backs of
the paintings and tried to remember how much each one was to be sold
for. It would look better if I didn't have to keep looking before saying
how much each one was worth. I was there on my own for an hour before a man
came into the shop.

   `Where's James?' he asked as soon as he saw me.

   `Out for a little while. Can I help you?' I asked.

   `Good Lord! You're Timothy. The Greek warrior,' he exclaimed and it made
me blush because I knew then that he must have bought one of James'
drawings of me. `I've had that drawing framed,' he said which confirmed my
thoughts, `and it is hanging in my bedroom. God I love that picture and now
I'm meeting the very model,' and he came at me with an outstretched
hand. `My name is Toby Jenkins.'

   `Mine, as you've guessed, is Timothy,' I said, taking his hand, still
feeling that my face was red from embarrassment.

   `Well I came in today to ask James if he could do one especially for me
in oil. Half life size. You don't mind do you?'

   `No,' I said half hesitantly, not quite sure how to have answered his
question.

   `How much do you think he will charge for it?'

   `I haven't the slightest idea. How much did you pay for the original
drawing?' Now I knew that he hadn't got the original but it seemed the
right thing to say.

   `Hundred and fifty pounds,' he smiled, but it staggered me that someone
would pay that much for a simple drawing of a naked man. But I didn't show
this as I calmly replied to him.

   `Well for a half life size painting, in oil if you did commission it, I
wouldn't be surprised at a price of between eight hundred and a thousand
pounds,' I said and held my breath in case I'd gone a bit too far.

   `Hmm, seems reasonable. His work will become quite valuable over the
years don't you know. Especially this type of work,' he sniggered. `Well,
here's my card, get him to phone me and say exactly how much and then I
would have the more pleasure of seeing you even bigger,' he sniggered again
and shook my hand and left. Pervert, I said under my breath, but it's money
that makes the world go round and if he was willing to part with what I'd
said, more fool him. At least he didn't ask if he could watch it being
painted and I knew that James was competent enough to do this without me
standing there feeling a right prat knowing that our Toby Jenkins was going
to drool and jerk himself off over it. I was surprised he didn't ask for a
full sized picture, but then, maybe his bedroom wall wouldn't be able to
take it. I was still musing this over when James arrived back home with
another parcel which I dubiously eyed as he put it to one side.

   `Sell anything?' was the first question.

   `No,' I replied, looking pointedly at the parcel but he chose to ignore
where my eyes were looking. `But I did have a Mr Toby Jenkins come in to
see you.'

   `Really? What did he want?'

   `He wanted to commission you to do a half life sized painting in oil of
the Greek warrior, and to know how much it would cost.'

   `Hah! I knew the bugger would bite,' James exclaimed. `He really liked
the drawing. I told him it was the original.'

   `I know. He told me, and how much he paid for it. How much would you
charge him for this one then?' I asked.

  `Oh, I would say,' he paused, `say, about five hundred pounds.'

   `I told him between eight and a thousand.'

   `You did? What did the bugger say to that?'

   `That it was reasonable.'

   `Well done Timothy!' he cried, giving me a slap on the back. `We'll
charge the old fart nine hundred then,' and went off upstairs with the
package under his arm and I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of asking
what it was he had bought. He came back down a few minutes later and we
talked about this oil painting and he confirmed that he didn't need me to
pose for it again as he would work off the original. He phoned the man
later and told him the price and that it would be done within two weeks.

   It was after dinner that I found out what he'd brought. He asked me to
put on the underwear again and so I undressed and had the thrill again of
drawing on those stockings and fixing them to the suspender belt. With a
steaming erection, I managed to get the bra on and then sat on the bedroom
stool and waited for what he wanted me to do next. That's when the parcel
came out and he opened it and pulled out the shortest skirt I've ever
seen. It was something like what a cheerleader would wear, very short but
with enough material for it to swirl about. I then guessed what else was in
that parcel and I wasn't surprised that the next item was a see through
blouse, white, the same colour as the skirt. Then came a pair of shoes, not
high heeled ones I was thankful to see but they still had a larger heel
than on a man's shoe. He'd even got the size right, which was a seven by
the way, which as I think I mentioned earlier, the size of the shoe does
not always indicate the size of the man's penis because if that were the
case, I warranted a shoe size of twelve.

   I gave out a groan when I saw the wig and an even bigger one when he
produced a cosmetic case and knew I was going to be given the full works
tonight.

   `What's the matter? Don't you like them?' he asked with such a hurt
expression on his face that I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth,
but that he would have seen it if he looked at me properly for my penis had
really wilted at the sight of these purchases.

   `Yes I do,' I lied, but later came to love them and what we did.

   `Well, let's do the make-up first as I don't want us to spoil the skirt
or blouse.' He brought another chair up to where I was sitting and also the
cosmetic case and opened it on the dressing table. Now, with him being an
artist, he knew exactly how to mix the colours and apply it to my face. The
eye shadow, the liner to slightly alter my eyebrows, which could do with a
little thinning he said. Mascara for the eyelashes and a faint base for my
cheeks and just a hint of rose blush that took him nearly half an hour to
get all this right. What he couldn't manage was the lipstick, so I had to
do this myself which wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I haven't got
thick lips or thin ones but somewhere in between and it took several goes
for it to look right, with the odd bit of advice and help from James.

   It didn't look like me when I finally faced myself in the mirror. It was
a completely different person that stared back at me and when he put the
wig on, well! I was then looking at a very pretty woman and I got a real
surge in my crotch and got very hard and then wished that I could fuck
myself as I looked that desirable.

   `Do you know that you really are very beautiful,' James said as he
looked over my shoulder as we faced the mirror, his arm giving me a squeeze
about the shoulders. `Let's put the rest on,' and so off came the wig so
that I could put the blouse on and I could quite clearly see the black
padded bra beneath. Next came the skirt and the wig was put back on and I
stood up and went to look at myself in the full mirror.

   `I look like a tart with this skirt. It's too short,' I cried. It only
came down to the tops of my stockings and you could see the suspender
straps and some naked thighs. Other than that, I really did look and feel
rather beautiful and even though the skirt was too short, I still did a
spin and watched it flair out and was then surprised to see the male parts
swinging about beneath which made me laugh.

   `Well if you're a tart, come here and have some filling,' James said,
and I turned round and saw that he'd already stripped off and had an
enormous erection in his hand and ready for me. I didn't hesitate to join
him by the dressing table and I bent over so that I was facing my own
reflection as he lifted up the back of the skirt and quickly stuffed
himself inside me. I saw myself grimace at the rough entry but poked my
tongue out at myself as I then smirked when his whole length slid up inside
me. If I bent my head low enough, I could just see the expression of lust
that was on his face and then gave that up and enjoyed having his cock move
in and out of me as we fucked.

   It was a glorious one too as I felt every vein of him in my passage as
he moved. He was incredibly hot as well and he really set me on fire as
both our passions rose and I had to lift up the front of my skirt before I
came. Which I did all over the carpet as he held me tight as he came inside
me, jerking my hips back onto him before holding me very tight as he pumped
out his seed.

   I loved being fucked without a condom as I could then feel every inch of
the circumference of his cock and also feel the emissions that came out of
the end. I also liked the throb and pulse of his heart beat that was
transmitted to my insides and I always knew when he was about to come
because the heart beat increased and then began to slow down as he pumped
out his semen inside me.

   I cried when he pulled out and I stayed where I was while he washed
himself, knowing that he would bring a flannel back, which he did, to wipe
my backside for me. Then I took it from him to wipe the mess that was still
around the head of my own penis.

   He couldn't get over telling me when we were in bed that night of how
beautiful I had looked and he loved me even more for indulging him. I loved
him in spite of his misguided attempts to create in me a woman that was his
wife in all respects but marriage. I wanted him to be the dominant partner,
to be the strong pair of arms around me in bed of a night. A shoulder for
me to cry on if I needed it and hoped that he really loved the inner me as
well and not just my body. This he could have at any time I vowed and I
hoped that he would continue to love me for a very long time as I loved him
and his cock. Which I had to admit to myself was what I loved most about
him. That piece of flesh when it was erect could make me dribble at the
sight and transport me to heaven when it was inside me, stoking and
soothing the fires of need that scalded my very being of having him there.
I just simply loved him and would do anything he asked as long as he
continued to fuck me as he had been doing.

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