1 comments/ 12637 views/ 0 favorites What Worser Place? Ch. 02 By: MickJay For the next three weeks my dating life was disappointing. The girls I went out with were staid and uninteresting, and on the single occasion that I ended up in bed with one of them I spent the entire time fantasizing that I was with Kristin. Kristin did not leave me nightly messages as she had done during her previous absence; in fact, I did not hear from her again until the fourth Monday after her visit, when she left a message saying she had some important news and she wanted to come see me as soon as I was willing. The next day I called her apartment while she was at work and left a message on her machine telling her to come on Friday. On Friday I waited impatiently hour after hour, until by mid evening I assumed Kristin would not be showing up. I was angry at her for not having the consideration to call, and at myself for caring so much. At nine-fifteen, as I was finishing off my third rum and Coke, there was a knock at my door; sure enough, it was Kristin. She stepped inside as soon as I opened the door. "Please, please don't be mad," she said, dropping her overnight bag onto the floor and settling immediately onto her knees at my feet. "I got away as quick as I could. I've been dying to see you since I left last time, I was missing you the whole time. When I drove home last time I played with myself practically the whole way, I couldn't help it, you'd gotten me so horny, and I came five times. Is that okay? You said I could make myself cum on the way home, but you didn't say if I was allowed to do it more than once." She lowered her face to my foot and kissed the toe of my shoe. I was so happy to see her that I did not mind her incessant chattering, and could not stop grinning like a fool. "You can cum as often as you want when you're not with me," I told her with all the magninimity of a monarch bestowing a title of nobility. She sat up and hurriedly pulled off her skimpy pink blouse, unhooked her bra and flung it aside. "I can hardly wait for you to touch me!" she moaned. Then, thrusting out her chest, she began to shake her lovely tits back and forth, smiling at me impishly. "You still like it when I do that? When I shake 'em really, really hard for you?" She grimaced, gritting her teeth. "Oh, yeah. I love it!" Kristin stopped, gasping. "Todd would never want me to do that. He'd die of embarrassment." "Well, Todd's not here. So why even mention him?" "I'm sorry, Jimmy. I'm just so glad to finally be with you again, to do everything you tell me. You hate it when I'm moody and fussy, and I promise I won't be this time. I'm just happy to be with you! Can I get naked for you now, or do you want me to wait?" "What the fuck would you wait for?" "Nothing, Jimmy! I just want to do what you tell me, and nothing else." She sat down hard on her bottom and raised her feet, began pulling at her shoes with the same urgent haste she had used on her blouse. Then she wiggled out of her pants and panties, turned on her hands and knees to offer her backside. "I'm so horny my puss is dripping," she said, shaking her ass. "I'm going to be your little pet, Jimmy, your puppy. I'm your loyal obedient dog, okay? Fuck me, Jimmy. I've gone for three weeks dreaming and fantasizing, and I just can't wait any more. I want to make your cock cum!" I did not waste a moment on words, but dropped onto one knee behind Kristin and opened the fly of my jeans. I rubbed my glans against her vulva, which was just as wet as she claimed. She sighed happily, grinding her hips against me, and my cock hardened in seconds. She gasped as I fitted my cockhead between the lubricious folds of her pussy. “Will you let me cum, Jimmy?" she whimpered. "Not this time," I said. "Maybe next time." "Okay, Jimmy. As soon as you tell me to cum, I will." I slowly eased my cock inside her, clutching her narrow waist and pulling her backward onto me. She let out a tremendous groan as I sank effortlessly inside. "Ohh, Jimmy! I forgot how big it was! Oh, god, can I cum, Jimmy, oh, please can I cum? It's been so long, I've got to explode, please let me cum!" I was already cumming, clutching Kristin's waist to hold her firmly against my own shuddering hips. When my climax ended, I remained inside of her for several seconds while she struggled to fight her orgasm, then I pulled out. She immediately turned with a bestial moan and sank her mouth onto my cock, avidly cleaning it. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she murmured, nuzzling my shaft. "It felt like it's been a year since I saw you, I was afraid I'd never get to see you again." "Why the hell would you think that?" "I don't know, Jimmy. I just thought one day, What if I never see him again? And I got scared, and wanted to see you as soon as I could, so that was when I called you." "Your message said you had some news to tell me." "Did it? Yeah, I guess it did. Todd and I have set the date for our wedding. July 30th." "Jesus, that's two weeks. Why does he suddenly want to rush into it? Or was it your idea?" "We're not rushing in. We've been seeing each other for over two years. We've been engaged for almost a year." She looked up at me sharply. "Do you not want me to get married? If you tell me not to, I won't." "Don't be a fool. You should marry Todd and have a whole litter of kids with him." Kristin's face darkened perceptibly. "I don't really want to marry him, Jimmy. I wouldn't get married to him if you would marry me. Will you marry me, Jimmy?" She paused, as if unsure whether she should go on; then she continued recklessly: "I'll be your naked, devoted little wife. I'll clean and I'll cook and I'll worship you, and I'll keep your cock happy all the time. I'll be the happiest woman on earth if you say you'll marry me, and you don't even have to love me. Will you, Jimmy?" "I have no reason to tie myself down with you," I said, shrugging. Her face fell, the hopeful expression obliterated. "No," she said. "I guess you don't." "I don't see why you're so dejected. Seems to me like you've got the best of both worlds." "Oh, yeah, I'm living a dream! I get treated like a queen by a man I don't love, while the man I worship kicks me around." "I daresay being kicked around is exactly what you want." "But you could have me anytime, everyday! You --" "That’s enough, Kristin. If you're so eager to be useful to me, then you can start by cleaning my apartment." "Yes, Jimmy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad." I did not reply, but went to the sofa and turned on the TV. Presently I heard Kristin in the bathroom, scrubbing the toilet, tub, and sink. Then she cleaned the kitchen and dusted the apartment. Finally, after more than an hour of work, she came and knelt at my foot, rested her chin on my knee and asked, "Will it bother you if I vacuum now, Jimmy?" I didn't take my eyes from the screen, where a pretty brunette was giving the local weather forecast. "No, go ahead," I said. "Yes, Jimmy." Kristin vacuumed the entire aparment, a half-hour chore; I had to turn the volume on high when Letterman's monologue began. When she was finished, Kristin carefully returned the vacuum to the closet and knelt once more by my knee. She waited in silence for several minutes while I continued to watch Letterman, who was interviewing an uncommonly moronic blonde film star. When the commercial break came, Kristin placed a hand on the inside of my thigh and said tentatively, "Jimmy, will you stick it in my puss now? I've been working really hard, and your apartment's cleaner than it probably ever has been, and the whole time all I could think about was your big cock inside me, and I'm horny as hell. It'd be a nice reward, wouldn't it, for making your apartment so clean? You could stick it in and cum as fast as you want to, and I wouldn't cum, not if you don't want me to. I could cum if you let me, I'd cum in one second, but I won't if you say no. And that just makes it all the better, that I want to cum so bad, but I'm not allowed to, and you can just cum right away if that's what you want. Please, Jimmy, I'm begging you! Didn't I earn a reward? Please?" Her words came faster and faster, spilling out in a rush. And I liked what I heard. "All right," I said, feigning indifference. "Get on the couch." "Yes, Jimmy! Thank you, thank you!" Kristin plunged onto the sofa beside me and slouched low, drawing her knees up to offer easy access. I stood, pulling down my pants, and put my half-limp cock against her sopping pussy. Kristin was gazing up at me, gnawing her lower lip, an expectant smile on her lips. I pushed myself inside, her little cunt engulfing me greedily. She was hot as a furnace inside, and her muscles contracted instantly around me, gripping my shaft with surprising vehemence. My cock immediately began to harden, and I grabbed Kristin's waist, crushing myself down against her loins. Even as I lengthened inside of her I surrendered to orgasm. "Oh, fuck!" moaned Kristin. "Oh, god it's good! Can I cum, Jimmy? Let me cum, Jimmy, please let me!" I ignored her until my cock had finished spurting, then I pulled out with a heavy sigh. A thick strand of semen hung from my glans, disappearing deep between the folds of her pussy. "Clean me off," I said, breathless. "Yes, Jimmy!" Kristin lurched upright, mouth already open wide, and slid off the couch to squat in front of me as she devoured my cock with a groan. I turned my attention back to the TV and pretended to watch it for a couple of minutes while Kristin sucked away all of our mingled fluids. "Finished?" I asked. She licked and nibbled my shaft languidly. "Yes, Jimmy. Thank you for not letting me cum. I shouldn't even have asked, but I wanted it so bad it hurt. I know I haven't earned it yet, not until you say so. And it was worth all my hard work just to have you inside me for a few seconds." "Shut up," I said. "Let's get to bed." I undressed, brushed my teeth, and climbed into bed. I was asleep before Kristin had finished flossing. At five o'clock in the morning I woke suddenly with a full bladder and a vague memory of a powerfully erotic dream. I went to the bathroom and had a lengthy piss, then stumbled back to Kristin's side of the bed. She lay curled on her side, still naked, snoring lightly. I took hold of one of her nipples, squeezed and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. She stirred, mumbled something negatory in her sleep. I gave the nipple a tug, gentle but firm, and was pleased to feel it harden between my fingers. I pulled it slowly upward, feeling the weighty distension of her plump breast. Kristin's eyes sprang open, and she looked at me with an expression of bleary bewilderment; her brow was creased with the pain in her breast and nipple, a pain of which she did not yet seem to be consciously aware. "Jimmy?" she mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness. She looked around my room, as if to verify her identification of me. I grinned at her, swung her breast playfully back and forth by the nipple I still held. Her pained and bewildered expression intensified. "Ow!" she said with some emphasis, then looked for the first time at her breast and nipple. She winced. "That hurts." I released her nipple. "Time to get up," I said. "Suck my cock." “Yes, Jimmy.” Kristin sat up, rubbing the back of hand across her chin, which glistened with drool. She was less than half awake, still dreamy and befuddled. I stood up and patted her cheek with the head of my cock, still half-engorged from my piss-erection. "It's big," she murmured, eyes half-closed. "I'm getting back in bed," I told her. "You just make me cum." "Okay, Jimmy. Go back to sleep." I climbed over her and lay down on my back in the bed. Kristin rolled toward me and settled herself comfortably, began to suck and stroke me. I had not intended or expected to last very long, but when I lay back down my weariness reasserted itself and I felt my limbs growing heavier. I watched Kristin sucking me, and though I hardly felt her mouth I quickly began to harden. I must have dozed off soon after, because the next thing I recall was opening my eyes to find Kristin straddling me, her hips rising and falling as she fucked me spiritedly. The proximity of my orgasm must have been what awakened me, because I immediately climaxed. I groaned sharply, balling my fists in the sheets and writhing so violently against Kristin that she had to clutch herself to me in order to prevent being bucked off. "Don't be mad, Jimmy," she said hastily, before I had even finished spurting inside her. "I didn't cum, I swear! You didn't say I could, so I didn't!" "What the fuck? I thought I told you to suck me off." "You did, Jimmy. You told me to suck your cock, and you told me to make you cum. But you didn't say I had to suck you 'til you came. And I love having you in my pussy, Jimmy. But I didn't cum, even though I could cum in one second whenever you stick it in. I love wanting to cum so bad and not being able to because you haven't told me I could. That's why I wanted to put it in my pussy, so it would make me feel like cumming. I'll get off you now, Jimmy. My pussy's about to explode, and if you tell me to cum I'll cum right now. Can I cum, Jimmy?" "Get off me. Clean me up. Then make me some fucking breakfast. But don't wake me up for a few hours. Got it?" "Yes, Jimmy. Thanks for not being mad. I'm ready to cum as soon as you tell me, okay?" She was lingering atop me, hips writhing slowly with my cock still sunk deep in her loins. "Off," I said. She got off me, sucked the slickness thoroughly from my cock, kissed my glans, and left the room. I dozed fitfully for awhile, then woke to find Kristin's face once more impaled on my cock. Her head was bobbing vigorously, and I was more than half-erect. I looked at the clock and saw that it was ten o’clock. Seeing me awake, Kristin raised her head from my loins and smiled, panting heavily. "Whew!" she said, drawing a hand theatrically across her brow. "I've been sucking for five minutes. I thought I'd faint before you woke up!" I laughed, genuinely amused. "Breakfast ready?" "Yes, Jimmy. I hope you like scrambled eggs and bacon and biscuits. And, well, pancakes." "What'd you do, go to McDonald's?" "No, it's all homemade." "I don't have any of that stuff. I've got cereal and milk. If the milk hasn't gone bad." Kristin smiled brightly. "I went shopping for you. I hope you don't mind. You hardly had anything in your fridge except Coke. And a jar of moldy spaghetti sauce. I went to the supermarket when I got up, and I stocked you up on all kinds of goodies." "Why'd you do that?" "I thought you might be mad at me, 'cause I used my puss to make you cum, instead of my mouth. You shouldn't be mad. I didn't really disobey you. And I didn't let myself cum." "Yes, fine, I believe you. Jesus, do you ever shut your mouth for more than two seconds?" She hesitated, her pale cheeks reddening, and then she said, "When you stick your cock in it." We ate breakfast -- or rather, I ate. Standing at the kitchen counter, watching nothing in particular on TV, I shoveled food from my plate into my mouth while Kristin knelt at my feet and sucked my cock. She had cooked a large breakfast, plenty for both of us, but I was ravenously hungry. I piled everything she had made onto one plate, and when I had eaten my fill of this mound of food I put the plate on the counter and said to Kristin, "You can have the leftovers." I had left a couple forkfuls of eggs, a bite of sausage biscuit, and half a pancake drenched with syrup. "Then you'll clean the dishes." "Yes, Jimmy." Kristin got to her feet and retrieved my plate, finished off the meager remnants of my breakfast with gusto. When she was finished her stomach growled noisily, obviously unsated. But she did not complain, simply began to clean the skillet and pans she had used. I dropped onto my sofa and flipped through the channels until she was done. Then she came over to me and seated herself on the floor by my foot. "Did you like your food?" she asked. I grunted. "Maybe ... maybe I deserve a reward? Because I cooked and cleaned and went shopping for you?" "Your reward was my leftovers." "Oh!" Her eyes widened, and she leaned toward my leg, pressing her breasts against my shin; I felt both hard nipples brushing back and forth. "Thank you, Jimmy! You didn't have to leave me anything, but you did." She gazed at me, her eyes bright. "Do you like me to be hungry, Jimmy? I'll only eat what you tell me to, when you tell me to, if that makes you happy. I'll starve for you and I'll never cum, and you can eat all the food I make and cum in me and on me, and I'll worship you and I'll be happy. Okay, Jimmy?" "All right." She smiled and kissed my knee, hugged my leg tightly. "Please don't make me go away," she whispered. "Let me stay here with you forever. I'll be whatever you want." "We'll see." The words were a mistake, spoken without due consideration. "Really?" said Kristin. "Do you mean it? Because if you do, I'll call Todd right now and tell him the wedding's off. I'll tell him I belong to you now, body and soul. I no longer have a mind of my own, I only think whatever you tell me to think. If you want me to, I'll even tell him all the things I do for you, that I walk around naked and eat your cum and take it in the ass and worship your big cock. Do you want me to tell him, Jimmy? Please let me call and tell him everything!" She had grown excited, sitting up and licking her lips in anticipation, even looking around the room in search of my phone. "I said we'll see," I told her, annoyed. "When will I know, Jimmy? When will you tell me if I can stay with you?" "Before you go. Sunday." "I know you don't love me, Jimmy. Maybe you think you shouldn't let me stay because you don't love me, but that doesn't matter. I don't matter at all. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy." "Right now, shutting up is the only thing you could do to make me happy." "Yes, Jimmy." Her silence lasted for five blessed minutes, and then she asked with gratifying diffidence, "May I speak, Jimmy?" "If you must." "Will you stick it in my pussy? When there's a commercial, just for a second. You don't have to cum if you don't want. I just really want to feel you inside me right now. And please don't let me cum, Jimmy, even though I'm going to beg to cum once you're inside me. Would it be okay, Jimmy?" "Yeah, sure." "Thank you, Jimmy!" She climbed onto the sofa by my side, lifted her knees and spread her thighs wide apart. "Can I touch myself while I wait, Jimmy?" "Go ahead." She fingered her clitoris vehemently. "I'm your slut, Jimmy," she gasped. "Don't make me marry another man." "Shut up," I muttered. The commercial came on, and I flipped a few channels while Kristin panted anxiously. "Please, Jimmy!" Still holding the remote, I rolled over and positioned my cock over her pussy. She reached up and grabbed my shaft, pulled me insistently toward her. She was so wet that I sank all the way into her without any noticeable resistance; I hardly felt the friction of her vaginal walls. "Ahhhh, fuck, Jimmy!" she cried, hips shuddering arrhythmically. "I need to cum, okay? I said don't let me 'cause I don't really want to, but I have to cum, Jimmy. You're gonna make me cum, okay? Is that okay?" I ignored her, watching a truck commercial over my shoulder. "Jesus, Jimmy, I'm serious you've got to let me cum!" Her voice was shrill, edging toward hysteria, and in alarm I turned my attention away from the TV. Her cheeks were pink, her jaw clenched; she looked up at me in supplication. I began to thrust my hips in and out of her. Her pussy clenched me and she groaned, her face darkening to crimson. "Fuck me, Jimmy!" she hissed, lifting both hands as if she intended to grab my waist. But then she simply balled them into fists, squeezed them tight. "Fuck me, Jimmy!" she sobbed. "Oh, god I'm gonna explode! My fucking cunt is going to explode. Please, god, let me cum!" What Worser Place? Ch. 02 A tear trickled from the corner of her eye, and then I came so hard it hurt. I took both her ankles and shoved them back, so that her knees were thrust into her armpits, and I kept on slamming myself as deep inside her as I could make myself go, rising onto my toes as I tried to maximize my leverage and penetration. "Don't you fucking cum," I snarled, leaning down over her until our faces were inches apart, still hammering away at her cunt. "Don't you fucking cum. Don't you dare fucking cum!" I was screaming, spittle spraying into Kristin's scarlet face. She wept helplessly. "I won't, Jimmy," she sobbed. "I swear I won't! I won't ever cum! I'm sorry, don't stop fucking me, don't stop fucking my cunt, I won't cum, Jimmy." My relentless pounding gradually slowed. I pulled out of her and stood up. She remained in the same position, knees to her shoulders, calves framing her tear-streaked face; her hands were in front of her chest, small fists trembling violently. "Fuck, yes!" I cried, and heaved a hearty sigh. "How was that? Did you like that?" "Yes," whispered Kristin, unmoving. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" "If I move I might cum." "If you cum, I will send you straight back home." "No, Jimmy! Please don't do that. You just don't know how hard it is not to cum, when a big dick is fucking you harder and deeper than you've ever had it in your life! I don't know how I kept from cumming. I just thought how mad you would be, how you didn't want to let me cum." "I'm impressed. Now let's get cleaned up, I'm ready for a drink." After we showered, Kristin modeled a skimpy red dress she had bought especially for me. It ended halfway up her thighs and was open in the back almost to her ass; the bosom showed a fair amount of cleavage. To show my appreciation, I felt her up brusquely, grasping her crotch with one hand and pinching one of her erect nipples with the other. "God, Jimmy! Either fuck me or take me for a drink -- just don't tease me." "What if teasing you is what I want?" She moaned with real dismay. "Then tease me, Jimmy. Just please tell me I make you happy." "Let's go," I said. "I'm thirsty." I had Kristin drive us to a downtown pub I occasionally visited after work; we got there just before noon, and there were only three patrons in the place. I chose a table out back, under their large awning. Kristin slid into the chair next to me, leaned close and whispered, "I feel like I shouldn't be sitting in a chair. Like I should be on my knees under the table giving you a blowjob." There were no tablecloths, she would have been seen within seconds if she tried. "Would you do it if I told you to?" I asked. Kristin paused, but only for a moment. "Yes." Then, obviously dreading the answer, she added, "Are you going to make me?" I laughed. "Hell, no. They'd throw us out." The waitress arrived, and I ordered a pitcher of Budweiser. I drank most of it, but Kristin surprised me by drinking the pint I poured for her. On her nearly empty stomach the alcohol had a profound effect on her. She pushed her chair up next to mine, snuggling close to me and trying to slip into my lap. "I want to make you cum right here," she murmured, nibbling my ear. "I'll just sit in your lap and open your zipper and nobody will see a thing." "They'll see," I said, warding her off none too gently. "Sit down in your chair. Now pull your chair up to the table. Spread your legs open and put your hand on your panties." "They're drenched, Jimmy. I'm horny!" "You're drunk. Put your fingers in your pussy." "Inside? I like to just rub myself, Jimmy." "Stick them in there." She was so wet I could hear her fingers entering. She gasped, squirming. "How many are inside?" "Two, Jimmy." "Now fuck yourself, nice and quick." "Oh, Jesus, Jimmy, I wish this was you inside me, right here and now." "Does it feel good?" "Yeah, Jimmy. Really good." "Keep it up. When the waitress comes back I want you to say something to her. Doesn't matter what, just say something while you keep fucking yourself." "I'll try, Jimmy." "Suit yourself, Kristin. But I'll send you home today if you don't say something." She whimpered and nodded. Our waitress returned in five minutes, and I told her we needed nothing but the check. As she turned to go Kristin spoke abruptly: "I like your blouse." If the waitress noted the unusual strain in Kristin's voice she gave no indication of it. "Thanks! It was a Christmas present. From my boyfriend." The steady squelch of Kristin's furiously moving fingers was loud in my ears. Surely the waitress could hear it, though she would have had no idea what it was. Kristin looked at me, blushing deeply. "It looks great," she said softly. "I like it." The waitress eyed her quizzically, flicked an inscrutable glance at me. "Thanks," she said again. "I'll just go get your check." Kristin bowed her head as the waitress strolled away. "That was humiliating." I grinned. "I thought you two hit it off rather well." "Could she tell? Did she know what I was doing?" "I'm sure she couldn't help hearing it." "Oh, my god! Is it loud? Can you hear it?" "Not now that you've stopped. I didn't tell you to stop, Kristin. When the waitress comes back I want you to continue your conversation." "Jesus, Jimmy. Can't I just go hide in the bathroom until you're ready to go?" "Shut up. Here she comes. Fuck yourself and talk to her." The waitress approached, her eyes on Kristin's legs under the table. I wondered how much she could see down there. The noise of Kristin's fingering had resumed, though more quietly now. "Here's your check," said the waitress, placing it on the table. Kristin took a breath and said quickly, "I'm sorry if I seem out of it. I'm not used to drinking beer." "That's all right. You were just being nice." "It really is a pretty blouse, and it looks so good on you. You have a great figure. I wish I looked like you, tall and athletic. I hate being short." "Well, you look very nice in that dress. I'm sure your boyfriend would agree." I said, "She knows how I feel about it." The waitress did not delay her departure any longer, and Kristin sighed heavily when she was gone. "There," I said. "That wasn't so bad was it?" "No, Jimmy. But I'm so tensed up my pussy is sore, and I've got to pee. Can I go to the bathroom now?" "Yes. But we need to pay for the pitcher. Have you got a ten?" "That's an expensive pitcher!" "It includes a nice tip for our waitress. She earned it." Kristin left the money on the table and I took her hand, started for the sidewalk. I could feel the wetness from her pussy on my fingers. "Wait, Jimmy. I really gotta go!" "You can hold it. The next place is just down the block. You can go when we get there." She groaned, her hand gripping mine fiercely. She was wearing a pair of red high-heels, which looked magnificent with her dress but were poorly suited for the rapid pace I set. She stumbled repeatedly during our six-block walk. "Jimmy," she whined as we neared the bar. "How much further? I'm going to pee in my panties in about two seconds." "Christ! You have the world's smallest bladder." "I'm sorry, Jimmy." "What we need is a little plug for your pee-hole. Stick it in before we go out and yank it back out when we get home." "Ouch! My god, I'd be in agony all night. And I'd probably end up with a UTI." "I'd just make sure you drink cranberry juice all the time. At least we wouldn't have to worry about situations like this anymore." "Damn! Why does it make me horny thinking about wearing a plug in my urethra for you? Just so you wouldn't be inconvenienced by my need to go to the bathroom all night." "I happen to think it's a marvelous idea." "I wish it was in there right now. I think I'm leaking." We had reached the bar; I led her inside and pointed her to the restrooms. She hurried away, stumbling yet again in her haste. I sat down at a small round table, admired Kristin's small round ass until she disappearance into the Lady's room. When the waitress arrived I ordered a shot of scotch and a pint of Bud. After a surprisingly long time Kristin finally re-emerged; I downed my shot of scotch just as she sat in the chair across from me, sighing heavily. "You took a long time," I said. "I'd been holding it so long I couldn't make myself pee at first. When I finally did, it was the longest, hardest pee of my life. Jesus, my bladder's sore." I grinned, gulped at my beer. "Have another?" "Not for me, thanks. While I was sitting there I thought about what it would be like if you made me wear a plug, and we'd be out for hours and hours and I couldn't pee, and then finally when we got home I'd be able to go. And then I started thinking about that waitress, and how you made me touch myself while I talked to her, and how frightening and humiliating and sexy it was! Jesus, Jimmy, when I'm with you I can't stop thinking about sex, I'm always so fucking horny. And since you won't let me cum, all l can think about is sex! When we leave here can we just go straight back to your apartment? Can we just stay there all night and let me make your cock happy?" "I like that idea. How long's it been since you made me cum?" She looked at her watch. "Two and a half hours. Almost three." "Go ahead and settle up for my drinks," I said, finishing my beer in a gulp. "Then we can go." "How much?" "Another ten." "Jesus, at this rate I'm going to go broke before the weekend's over." She looked at me, added quickly, "I'm just kidding, Jimmy. I like buying you stuff. I'd work two jobs if I had to, so you could spend my money on whatever you wanted." "Always trying to bribe me," I said. "I just want to make you happy always." Kristin dropped the ten on the table, and we left. Within twenty seconds of our return to the apartment, Kristin was naked. "What do you want me to do for you, Jimmy? Can I make you a drink?" "Yeah, bring me a drink." I sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, flipped the channels. Kristin brought me my drink, bending far over as she handed it to me so her tits hung in front of my face. When I took the glass from her she shook her shoulders to set them swaying. "You still like when I do that?" she asked. "That's a dumb-ass question." "Aw, Jimmy. I just like hearing you say it." "You know I like your tits." She cupped her breasts, squeezed them. "You want me to rub your dick with them? That would feel good, wouldn't it?" "I'd rather you just suck it. That way I don't have to hear your mouth running." "Okay, Jimmy. I'll suck your cock." She settled between my knees, freed my cock and started pumping it with one fist. Almost immediately a giant bead of precum welled up at the tip. She rubbed her hand over it, smearing it along my shaft with her palm, then resumed jacking me off. More clear fluid oozed out of me, and Kristin placed her mouth over the end of my cock, sucking vigorously. "Ohhh my god," she moaned. "You taste so fucking good. I want to suck your cock all day long!" "I won't last all fucking day," I said. "I'll just suck you for as long as you want, Jimmy. Ten hours or ten seconds, however long it takes." "Go get me that remote," I said, snapping my fingers at the television. Kristin abandoned my cock reluctantly, fetched the small remote control sitting atop the television. Then she went back to sucking and jerking me. I flicked on the power to my DVD player and pressed PLAY. A huge black cock suddenly filled the screen, as well as the straining mouth of a porn starlet sucking it noisily. Kristin was gazing over her shoulder at the TV as I turned on the player, but at the first glimpse of pornography she jerked her head around. "What's wrong with you?" I asked, smirking. "I don't like that." "It's just other people doing exactly what we're doing." "I don't like it. I guess I'm just a prude." I said nothing, turned my attention to the screen. For a few minutes Kristin sucked and stroked my cock while the girl on the video did likewise. "I don't know why you have to watch that stuff," said Kristin suddenly. "Aren’t I enough for you?" "Of course you are," I said, without taking my eyes from the screen. "Then why do you have to watch that? You could watch me sucking you. Wouldn't that be better?" "I like watching this. I like having you suck my cock. Having both at once is better than either separately." Kristin was not pleased with my answer but she resumed my blowjob, and within a few minutes she had regained her enthusiasm. I could feel my precum oozing steadily out of me into her mouth. Meanwhile, the girl on the video, a petite but big-titted Asian, had leaned back on a loveseat and spread her shapely legs for the big black dick. "Oh my god," murmured the asian, her voice just audible over the thumping beat of the cheesy soundtrack. "Oh my god, that's fucking big. Oh god, that's so big. That feels so good!" Kristin's head bobbed more rapidly. She moaned at almost the same instant as the Asian on-screen, and a moment later she lifted her face off my cock and looked over her shoulder at the TV. "Jesus," said Kristin. "That's big. That's too big." She looked up into my face. "I'm glad you're not that big. I couldn't handle that. It's too much." "Careful!" I snapped. "You're yanking my cock like you want to pull it off or something!" "Sorry, Jimmy! I'm sorry." She resumed sucking for a while, listening to the ceaseless cries of the Asian on-screen. Then she whispered, "Will you stick it in me now, Jimmy? Please?" I didn't respond at first, but watched the black guy finish with the Asian, pulling out his cock and cumming in her dark muff. Then I said to Kristin, "You want me inside you?" She nodded eagerly. "Yes, Jimmy, if you wouldn't mind." I started to push myself off the couch, and Kristin immediately leaped onto the cushion, sank down with her knees drawn up and spread wide. "I'm so wet!" she moaned, one hand rubbing her pussy noisily. "You can just stick it all the way in and cum if you want, Jimmy!" I obliged her without a word, thrusting myself as far inside her as I could and unleashing what little semen was left in me. "Oh, my god, Jimmy," she moaned. "This is the best day of my life! This is where I'm supposed to be, here with you doing whatever you want me to do to make your cock cum. Isn't this where you want me to be, Jimmy?" With a groan, I pulled myself out of her hole, and she hastily sat upright to clean me with her mouth. "I'd hate to disappoint Todd," I said. Kristin stroked my cock forcefully, her mouth twisting in a wry grimace of displeasure. When she looked up at me I was surprised to see tears brimming her eyes. "Please don't make me marry him, Jimmy," she said, her voice oddly strained. "Nobody's making you marry anyone." She laughed mirthlessly. "No? Who would I marry then? I only want you, but you won't have me. At least Todd treats me okay." "Then why don't you want to marry him?" "I can't be myself with him; he can't appreciate me the way you can. If I told him I worshipped his cock, he'd probably make me see a psychiatrist! Do you know why he's suddenly ready to get married now, after two years?" "He’s afraid of losing you to another man." "Hah. He wants to have a baby. He was waiting to marry me until he was ready to have a child, and now he's ready." "No kidding? And how do you feel about having his babies?" "Do I look like I should be having a baby? Do I look like I could be a mother? But he says he only wants to have one child, and I'm afraid he'd never marry me if I told him I didn't want one." "You're going to have a kid you don't want so that you can marry a man you don't want to marry?" "Yeah. You see, Jimmy? You see what a stupid fuck-up I am? The only thing I've ever felt good at is making your cock happy. That's why I want to stay here with you forever." She stared up at me, and the tears which had been threatening to fall finally streamed from the corners of her eyes. "I can't tell you what you want to hear," I said. "I can't say that I love you." "I know that, Jimmy," she said quietly. "But isn't it enough that I love you, that I love doing the things that make you happy?" "You say that because you think I'll eventually fall in love with you." She shrugged. "Maybe it would happen, maybe not. When you first called me, I thought I wanted more than anything for you to be in love with me. But you made me realize that I'm happiest when I'm not thinking about myself, when I'm just bringing pleasure to you. That's the only thing I need. If you're happier not loving me, then that's the way it should be." "So you're offering me a sexual paradise, with no emotional strings attached." "Aren't there worse things you can think of, Jimmy? A woman who’s every thought morning and night will be how she can please you?" "That's very selfless of you. And how long would it take you to grow tired of waiting for me to fall in love with you?" "Is that what you're afraid of? I wouldn't ever get tired of it, Jimmy. I swear it. I'd never leave unless you told me to go. Your happiness would be my only concern, ever." "How can you know now what you'll be feeling in ten years?" "I just know it, Jimmy. I told you this is the happiest day of my life. I never knew until today that this is what I need to be happy -- existing for your pleasure. I can taste you in my mouth, and feel your stickiness on my fingers, and my puss is aching so bad to cum -- if you just looked me in the eye and said Cum right now, I think I'd explode all over this sofa. Tell me what you want me to do, Jimmy. Order me." "All right. Bark like a dog." Without a moment's hesitation Kristin obeyed, an explosive exclamation which sounded remarkably like the yap of an angry terrier. The noise of it seemed to surprise her as much as it did me. After a moment's pause she barked again, more tentatively, watching for my reaction. Smirking, I pointed at the floor. "Down, girl!" She dropped to her hands and knees, growling, then barked at me several times without restraint. She let her tongue loll, panting vigorously, then sat up and begged, whimpering. I could not decide whether her display aroused or repelled me. "You enjoying yourself?" I asked. She started to nod, then thought better of this uniquely human gesture and instead thrust out her chest and shook her breasts energetically. "I think I like you like this too. You don't talk as much." "I can be like this all the time, Jimmy," Kristin assured me, eyes agleam. "I'll wear a collar, I'll crawl around on all fours, I'll only bark and never speak unless you say so. I'll be your pet if that's what you want. You could make me eat out of a food bowl. I'd do it if you tell me to. You can take me out to eat and I'll dress sexy for you and wear a plug so I can't pee, and when we came home I'd get naked and be your horny little bitch-dog, and I'd wear a collar that says I'm your property, and I'd suck your cock while you watch porn and I'd swallow your cum and that would be my dinner." "That's the life you want to lead?" "I don't care how I live, as long as it makes you happy, Jimmy. I'll live like that and be the happiest woman alive, if you want it that way. You can treat me like a queen if you like, Jimmy, or like a dog, it doesn't matter. Whichever way makes you happy, I'll be happy. Do you see, Jimmy?" "What if I chose to keep you as my pet, and to see other women as well?" Kristin said nothing for several long seconds, and I assumed that she was troubled by this proposition; but then she barked at me, three times sharply, and shook her lovely tits for me, then clutched my leg and thrust her body against me. I could feel her quivering in every limb, her muscles taut. She stared up into my face, jaw clenched, eyes pleading, and humped my leg with all the fervor of a bitch in heat. She grimaced, whimpering piteously; where her loins were rubbing against my trousers, which I had hitched back up, the fabric was plastered to my skin by a thick sheen of her juice. What Worser Place? Ch. 02 "You want to cum?" I asked. She nodded, sobbing. "Please, Jimmy! I've got to, it's driving me crazy! I can't stop thinking about it. I know you think I'm crazy or sick in the head, but it's just that I need to cum so bad. Please let me cum, Jimmy, just one time!" I heard the hysteric edge in her voice, and chose to ignore it. "Not yet. Get off my leg." "Jesus, Jimmy!" she cried. "You've got to let me cum!" Her voice grew louder, more shrill. "I've got to fucking cum, Jimmy, I can't keep holding it! I told you it's driving me crazy -- I'm serious! Goddamnit, I have got to fucking cum right now!" "No," I said. Kristin threw back her head and screamed, an ear-piercing shriek. Then she barked at me so forcefully the tendons stood out in her neck. She let go of my leg and dropped back to all fours, barking at me without pause, her face crimson. She crawled to a floor lamp beside the sofa and abruptly hugged her body to it, clutching it with arms and legs, humping it as she had my leg, with such violence that I feared she would topple it. "Kristin, down!" I bellowed. She looked up over her shoulder at me, still yapping and humping. With a scowl I stepped forward, and steadying the lamp with my right hand I grabbed a fistful of Kristin's hair with my left and gave her head a yank. She squealed. I yanked her head again, and this time she had sense enough to let go of the lamp. She growled and barked angrily at me. I put my face nose to nose with hers and screamed, "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" She cringed away. I shook her head by the hair a few more times before letting her go. She fell onto her side, buried her face in her hands. After a moment her body heaved with sobs. I turned away from her, trembling with anger. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" For three or four minutes she could not speak through her tears. I went to the kitchen counter to make a drink, my hands trembling with suppressed rage. At last Kristin gathered herself up onto her hands and knees and crawled over to me. To my astonishment, she put her lips to my boot and kissed it tenderly, then nuzzled it with her cheek. "I'm sorry, Jimmy," she whispered. "I can't explain. I'm trying so hard." "You're not making any fucking sense, Kristin," I said, gulping at my drink. "I could have cum while I was humping your leg, but I knew you didn't want me to. Half of me wanted to do it anyway, because I need it so bad, but the other half wouldn't let me. It's like I'm torn in two, and the two halves of me are driving me crazy. I'm going crazy for you, Jimmy." She looked up at me and smiled weakly; it seemed a tragic expression on her haggard face. "I should have let you cum." She shook her head, chewing her lower lip for several seconds as she mulled some thought or other. Then she said, "It felt like you really were turning me into a dog." She turned her gaze to the floor. "Like most of my brain went numb and I was just an animal. I couldn't think for myself and my body was ready to cum but I'm trained to obey you and so I couldn't let myself." I took another gulp, the ice clattering loudly in the glass as I turned it up. "Are you going to send me back home now, Jimmy? Did I scare you? You think I'm going crazy?" "Do you think you're crazy?" "I belong to you, Jimmy. I knew it from the very first moment you looked at me. Do you remember? Mr Luttrell's English 105 class. You walked in and our eyes met for just one second. I instantly felt like I'd been hollowed out, like my soul had shrunk to nothing. And suddenly I saw myself, like I was seeing me through your eyes, and I realized how tiny and frail I looked to you, how frightened and beautiful. Right away I felt all filled up again, and I knew that you possessed me and I would belong to you forever." "Jesus, Kristin. You've never told me any of this." "Would it have made a difference?" "I don't know," I said. "Maybe." But I knew better -- Her story would have repelled and disgusted me in college. "If I had told you what I was feeling right then, you would never have asked me out in the first place. As it was, I had you for three weeks, four days, six hours and seventeen minutes, from the time you called and asked me out to the moment you broke up with me. We made love twelve times and I came every single time. The day you dumped me I had just given you a blow job and swallowed. I'd never done that before, not for anyone. You were buckling your belt back on and you said, I don't think this relationship is working out." "I did that? No, I didn't." "You said, I just don't feel that we're right for each other. Except as friends. You said some other stuff too. I remember every word because each one cut me right down to the bone, and I felt all hollowed out again. I only knew that you were leaving me and I was just an empty shell and I would never be happy again." "Everyone feels that the first time," I said without conviction. "I remember walking back to my dorm room. I could still taste you in my mouth, and I never wanted to lose that taste. I wasn't angry or bitter. Just sad, hopeless. You're still the only man I've ever really wanted." I tried to take another drink, found only ice and water which dribbled down my chin. "I never knew these things." "Now you think I'm pathetic, don't you? Crazy and pathetic." "I'm pretty sure that you're not crazy." "But now you know my darkest secret: I've lost my soul." "Then perhaps we really are meant for each other. We're Soulless Mates." "When I'm with you I feel like I have my soul back, and it makes me happy." The topic had unnerved me; Kristin was still lying naked at my feet, gazing up at me, but I could not meet her eyes. "Make me a drink," I said. "Just pour it on the rocks." "Yes, Jimmy." Kristin got to her feet, took my glass. "Are you hungry? Should I start dinner?" "Dinner. Yes. I'm famished." "You go relax. Let me know when you need another drink. Dinner will be ready in half an hour." I proceeded to get drunk, so much so that I have only a vague recollection of dinner. Kristin brought me a hamburger and thin-cut fries on a plate, then knelt by my knee while I ate. I fed her a few morsels by hand, mostly fries; she had not made a burger for herself. I recall very little of the rest of the evening. At some point I had three fingers in Kristin's twat, furiously plumbing its depths. She lay on the sofa, her arms clutching her knees to her chest, while I brutalized her tender hole for several minutes, teasing and taunting her. She begged, pleaded and wept for permission to cum. I called her a slut, a whore, a bitch, a pile of shit; she avowed every epithet. Yes, Jimmy! I'm your slut, I'm your bitch. Please let this worthless piece of shit cum! I had grabbed her head by the hair, winding a great fistful around my free hand. "I want you to cum now, Kristin," I said, shaking her head fiercely. "Right now!" I lifted her off the couch, gripping her tightly by head and groin. Her body bucked violently against me, limbs buffeting me as they flailed. She shrieked and sobbed with orgasm. I dropped to one knee so that I would not lose my balance, and Kristin threw her arms around my neck, shuddering and weeping until her climax gradually subsided. I have no recollection of what happened thereafter. At five-thirty Sunday morning I awoke in my bed, alone. I sat up and looked around in a panic, but could see nothing in the pre-dawn gloom of my room. Had I angered her during the night? Had she left me? Or worse, had I injured her somehow in my drunken stupor? Anxiously, I called her name. A shadow at the foot of my bed stirred, and Kristin's voice spoke sleepily. "You awake, Jimmy? Can I get you something?" "Why aren't you in bed with me?" A pause. Then, "You told me to sleep here. Your faithful pet. Remember?" "I need water," I said. "And aspirin." "Yes, Sir." Kristin rose, felt her way uncertainly to the bedroom door. A minute later she returned with two aspirin and a glass of water, which I gulped down gratefully. Kristin waited on hands and knees beside the bed, watching me. "You really don't remember last night?" she asked. "I remember making you cum." She laughed happily, her body rocking back and forth so that her tits swayed between the shapely alabaster columns of her arms. "I've never cum like that before, Jimmy. It was a religious experience, like meeting God or something. That's how it felt, like you were God and I was just some slimy worm writhing on the ground. You remember? I worshipped you." "Worshipped? I don't remember." "Later you made me beg for it in my butt, and the very first second you stuck it in I said, Please God let me cum! And you said, Yes, you can cum. I was on my hands and knees and your big dick was fucking my ass so hard and I screamed at you, Thank you, God! I'm cumming." I rubbed my temples and sighed. "Sounds like we had a hell of an evening. Wish I'd been there for it." "You were really drunk. But it didn't affect your dick any; it was bigger and harder than I've ever seen it. When Todd has a couple of drinks he turns into a noodle. Do you want any more water? Did I bring enough aspirin?" "No, that's all I need. I don't usually get hangovers. What time did we go to bed?" "I don't know. Eleven, eleven-thirty. Not too late." "Then I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up at ten." "Yes, Sir. Will you want breakfast?" My head was already on my pillow, my eyes closed, consciousness drifting. "Don't ask stupid questions," I muttered. I was asleep before I heard Kristin's response. What Worser Place? Ch. 03 I woke again shortly before ten o'clock and lay in bed for a few minutes listening to Kristin in the kitchen diligently working on my breakfast, then I rolled off the bed and shuffled toward the bathroom to relieve my aching bladder. Kristin's purse was sitting by the side of the bed, her checkbook protruding from the top. I grabbed the checkbook, flipped to the last entry. She had spent more than a hundred dollars on my groceries the day before; her available balance was less than twenty. I replaced her checkbook, went the bathroom, then out to the kitchen. Kristin stood at the stove, naked, scrambling eggs. Hearing me she turned, smiled, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was going to come get you in a few minutes," she said. "You've been up all this time?" "Yes, Sir. I had to give the kitchen a good cleaning before I made breakfast. I'd love to work all day for you and only sleep two or three hours every night and make you cum whenever you wanted. If we had a house together I'd cut the grass and do all the yard work and all the housework, and I'd make you food and drinks and you could relax all day long and fuck me when you felt like it. I'd be exhausted doing everything for you, and I would love it." "You've been fantasizing about this all morning, I guess." Kristin grinned. "Yes, Sir. You hungry?" I shrugged. Kristin flicked the burner dial off and removed the skillet from the heat. She strolled around the kitchen bar, got down on hands and knees and crawled toward me, her eyes on my feet. She halted and turned around, proffering herself with buttocks raised and head lowered. "Playing the dog again?" I asked. She looked over her shoulder at me. "Woof," she said. I dropped to one knee behind her, rubbed my cockhead against her moist slit. She moaned, hips gyrating. "Use me, Sir," she sighed. "Let me make you cum." I slipped my cock inside. Her pussy gripped me, tight and torrid. I filled her slowly, flexing my cock as the blood engorged it, expanding deeper inside even as my pelvis jarred against her buttocks. Gripping her waist, I held her firmly against me. "Oh, Jesus," moaned Kristin. "I love feeling it get big inside me! Do you want me to cum for you, Sir? I'll cum right now if you tell me to." I groaned, spewing my semen into her while she writhed. Then I thrust her forward off my cock and she fell on her face, legs splayed. Without delay she turned around on all fours and began sucking my cock. After half a minute she gazed up at me, smirking. "I love it when your cock's like this," she panted, squeezing the half-limp muscle. "The way it curves down. It feels so heavy. Tell me what it feels like when you cum, when you're pumping all that stuff into me." "I don't know. The same way it feels when you cum, I guess." "Do you think so?" She sucked my cock for several more seconds. "There's a Greek myth which says women get more pleasure than men out of sex." "No shit? I never learned about that one in school." "I think it's true. When you let me cum, it feels so good I can't even think straight. That's why it's so hard to keep from cumming when you tell me not to. Does it feel that good for you? I like to think that whenever I make you cum it's the most intense experience in your life, and that's why you want me to make you cum so much. Is it?" "Yeah, it's pretty good. But right now all I can think about is eating some of that breakfast. It smells delicious." Kristin sucked my cock for another few seconds, then smacked her lips. "I got my breakfast, so now it's your turn." She hopped to her feet and went to fill a plate with food. I sat at the small wooden table in the dining nook beside the kitchen. When Kristin set the plate and a glass of orange juice in front of me I pointed to the floor beside my table. "Put your lovely little ass right there and play with yourself while I'm eating," I said. "Right there? You're going to make me masturbate while you eat?" She sat on the carpet, spread her legs, touched her clitoris. "Like this, Sir? Tell me how you want me touch myself." I shoveled ham and eggs into my mouth. "Get some fingers inside you." She squirmed, whimpering. "How many, Sir?" "Two." She shoved them effortlessly all the way in, and I watched the tendons of her wrist flexing as she wiggled them vigorously inside herself. "Like this, Jimmy?" she gasped. "Yeah, that's good. Keep fucking yourself." I ate my food, glancing only occasionally at Kristin. Her eyes were closed, her forehead creased, her mouth half open. "Is your pussy liking that?" I asked, pausing to take a swig of juice. "It's loving it, Jimmy! Just tell me when you want me to cum for you!" "I don't think I've ever heard your pussy so loud." "It's dripping wet. I'm staining your carpet, please don't be mad." "Keep those fingers moving, Kristin." "Sir? Is it okay if I fantasize about Todd right now? That he's watching me play with myself in front of you? I want to imagine that Todd is standing right here watching me shove my fingers in my pussy for you!" "Why the fuck are you asking me? I don't control your thoughts." "You could though. You can control everything I think. You tell me what you want me to think and I will. My mind belongs to you, every thought in my head. Tell me what to think and what to say, Sir. Tell me what to beg for. Tell me what to fantasize about." "Put your fingers in your ass," I said. "Sir?" "Stick those fingers in your ass. That's where you want them." "Yes, Sir!" She withdrew the fingers from her pussy, rubbed them against her sphincter to slicken it with her juices. "Look at me, Kristin. Look me in the eye while you shove them in your ass." "Yes, Sir," she said, fixing her eyes on mine and biting her lip as she wriggled her fingers up into her rectum. "You love having those fingers in there," I told her. "Fuck yes, Sir!" she cried. Then, teeth clenched tight, she ardently finger-fucked her asshole. "I'm wishing it was your cock in my ass," she moaned. "I'm pretending your cock's all the way inside me making me want to cum, okay, Sir?" "No. You'll pretend Todd is fucking you in the ass. When I do it, it'll feel like a hell of a lot more than two fingers." Kristin laughed and gasped simultaneously. "Oh fuck, my ass wants your cock inside it, Sir." I returned my attention to my breakfast, eating in silence for a few minutes. When I looked again at Kristin, she was eyeing me bestially. Her fingers were moving furiously in and out of her asshole, her head and shoulders bobbing to the rhythm they made. Her cunt was leaking, multiple strands, milky white with the residue from my climax, dangling to the carpet. "You've enjoyed yourself enough for now," I told her. "Clean my dishes." Kristin did not stop fucking herself; a muscle on the side of her jaw twitched violently and she grimaced. "Did you hear me, Kristin?" WIth a loud gasp Kristin yanked her hand from between her thighs, clenched both fists tightly. She took several deep breaths, her body heaving, then climbed unsteadily to her feet. She went to the sink to wash her hands. I sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote, flicked on the TV. "Make me a drink," I said. "Yes, Sir." Kristin wrung her hands on the dish towel, reached for the jug of rum on the counter. "Wash those hands again," I said sharply. "For at least sixty seconds. And use hot water." "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." I lingered over a Gilligan's Island rerun while Kristin washed her hands more thoroughly and made my rum and Coke. She knelt with it at my feet, offering it with both hands. "I hope you like it, Sir." I took the sweating glass from her, gulped once. "Since when did you start calling me Sir?" I asked. "Last night. You told me you didn't want me to use your name, only to call you Sir. Is that right?" I chuckled. "I don't remember that either. But I like it." Kristin smiled. "Thank you, Sir. Sometimes I forget and use your name, but I'm getting better." "Go clean the dishes, then come back over here." "Yes, Sir." I was still watching Gilligan's Island when Kristin crawled back to my knee five minutes later. "Do you need another drink, Sir?" I held my glass up and shook it, rattling the ice. Kristin quickly made another drink and brought it back to me. "What else can I do for you, Sir?" she asked. "Jerk me off while I watch Mary Ann." Kristin hesitated, perhaps unsure whether I was joking with her. "Move your ass! The show's only got a few more minutes." "Yes, Sir!" Kristin grasped my half-erect cock and pumped it, hunching her head and shoulders to avoid blocking my view of the TV. "Is that good, Sir?" she asked. I grunted at Kristin, imagined Mary Ann in her little blouse and cut-off shorts yanking my cock. "Beg me to cum," I said. "Please cum for me, Sir. Cum in my mouth so I can taste you. Cum on my face so I can wear it all day. Please cum, Sir!" "Yeah, I'm gonna cum." I imagined Mary Ann's pretty face turned up to me while I spewed goo all over it. "Swallow it," I groaned. "Yes, Sir!" Kristin leaned forward, locking her lips around my cockhead. I had only a few drops of semen left in me, but when my orgasm subsided, Kristin smacked her lips and beamed joyfully at me. "It's the best meal I've ever had!" she declared, laughing. I saluted her with my glass and gulped the drink down. "May I please make you another, Sir?" asked Kristin. I handed her the glass, picked up the remote and turned my attention back to the TV. A minute later, Kristin was back with another rum and Coke. "I hope you like it, Sir." I took the glass from her, my eyes still on the television. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?" "Yeah, I want to prop my feet up. I need a foot stool." Kristin began looking around the room, evidently trying to figure out where I kept my stool. I snapped my fingers in her face. "You are my stool." "Oh! Yes, Sir." Kristin got on her hands and knees in front of me, facing the wall to my right, her body rigid as a table. "Like this, Sir?" I propped one foot up on her lower back, one on her shoulder, sank down into the cushions of the sofa. "Are you comfortable, Sir?" "Furniture doesn't talk," I said, flipping the channel to ESPN. "Remind me to buy you a ball gag before you come again." Kristin sighed happily, squirming. "Yes, Sir! I'll wear a gag, and a plug in my urethra, and I'll be just a piece of your furniture." I grunted, flipping through channels. "May I fantasize that Todd is watching me being used as a table, Sir?" "As long as you don't open your fucking mouth." "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." For the next little while Kristin said nothing more while doing an admirable impression of a table. I soon drained my drink and was thirsty for another. I tried to wait Kristin out, to see if she would break down and speak before I felt compelled to order a refill, but after another ten minutes without a word out of her I gave up. Removing my feet from her back, I sat up and placed my icy glass on her ass cheek. Kristin gasped, flinching, and I had to hold the glass tightly to prevent it spilling onto the floor. Kristin gazed over her shoulder at the glass on her buttock, and with a theatrical flourish I let go of it. She grimaced comically at me, then turned her head to stare at the wall. "That must be very cold," I said. Kristin nodded, and a tremor shook her body so violently that the ice clattered in the glass. Without turning her face from the wall she said, "A table doesn't feel cold, Sir." "I have to admit, you're an excellent table. I'm going to go take a shower. You're not going to move." Kristin nodded once, while another frisson passed through her. "Don't you cheat," I warned. "No, Sir. Your table will never cheat on you, Sir." I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, then crept back out to the living room; Kristin was still on all fours, the glass perched on her right butt cheek. I took a long shower, ten minutes or more, and with the water still running I hastily toweled off and checked again on Kristin. She had not moved from her spot, the glass still balanced on her buttock. I turned off the shower and dressed leisurely, strolled out to the living room and sat down on the sofa. I grabbed the glass, found that condensation had sealed it to her flesh like a suction cup. It finally came away with a loud pop, leaving a livid red mark like a brand on her ass. "Good job," I said. "Now go make me another drink." "Yes, Sir." Kristin got to her feet with a groan, tried to stand upright but failed. Stooping far forward, she reached for the glass I was holding. "You look like an old woman," I said, and swatted one of her dangling breasts. She grimaced, snatched my glass and hurried to the kitchen, still bent. When she returned with the full glass I immediately drained half of it. Kristin knelt by my left knee. "My body doesn't want to stand up straight," she said. "It wants to be near the floor, where animals belong." "Go fetch me a belt from my closet," I said. My voice was thick with drink, the words beginning to slur. Kristin did not move. "Is the drink not good?" she asked softly, fearfully. "I'm sorry, I'll make it again, Sir." "Fetch!" "Yes, Sir!" Kristin was in such a hurry to obey that she stumbled over her own feet and sprawled facedown on the carpet. I laughed out loud, almost spilling my drink; Kristin scrambled onto her hands and knees and crawled away with surprising alacrity. Thirty seconds later she was back with one of my cheap imitation leather belts clamped between her teeth. Her brow wrinkled with anxiety as I took the belt from her. "Are you angry with me, Sir?" "Buckle this around your neck," I said. She looped the belt around her throat, drawing it tight until the buckle was snug against her flesh. She held the free end out to me, smiling tentatively. "I'm your collared bitch now, right Sir?" "That's exactly what you are. Now play with yourself." "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!" Two of her fingers were in her cunt before the words were out of her mouth. She bared her teeth, grimacing at me as she fucked herself fiercely, her knuckles battering her tender vulva with such noisome force that I almost cringed to hear it. Slowly her jaw fell open, her eyes lost their focus on mine. She added a third finger, gasping sharply. "I wish it was your cock back inside me, Sir," she hissed, ejecting a strand of spittle which dangled unheeded from her chin. "Your big fucking cock filling me up. I need to shove my whole fist inside to pretend it's your cock raping me. I want to make your fucking dick shoot cum all over my face!" Her body lurched suddenly, and she groaned. "I'm ready to cum now, Sir!" "You haven't been told to cum, Kristin." "No, Sir. But I'll cum the second you order me to." I watched for half a minute more, while Kristin's tits bounced convulsively and her eyes slowly rolled upward, until only a gleam of white was visible behind her half-closed eyes. Suddenly, she whimpered piteously, "Please may I cum now, Sir?" "Stop playing with yourself," I said. "Go make me another drink." She did not stop, but gasped sharply, cringing. "I don't know if I can stop! I really need to cum for you, Sir!" I yanked at the belt around her throat. "You'll stop now!" With a sob Kristin jerked her hand away from her pussy, her body heaving as she gulped for breath. She balled her hand into a tiny fist and beat it against her sopping vulva. "God damn it!" she shrieked, pounding her fist savagely against her cunt. Then she clutched at her labia with clenched fingers and pulled, stretching the flesh as far as she could. "Listen!" she hissed, addressing her distended vulva. "We do what Jimmy tells us!" She squeezed her labia so tightly that the ruddy flesh bulged between her trembling fingers. She lowered her head, shoulders hunched, and spat at her cunt. "We don't get to cum when we want to," she hissed. "Only when he tells us. You got that? You got that?" She shook her fist violently, stretching her labia even farther; and then, as if suddenly realizing how much pain she was inflicting on herself, she clamped her knees together and threw back her head with a long shrill howl of agony. When at last she looked up at me, tears were streaming down her cheeks; her fist still held its implacable grip on her sex. In her eyes was a look equally frightful and affrighted, as if her outburst had alarmed her as much as me. "I'm sorry, Jimmy. Are you mad at me? You look mad." "No," I said. "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Like what? I'm not mad. Just go make another drink." "Yes, Sir. Please tell me again that you're not mad." "Just shut up and make me a fucking drink." "Yes, Jimmy. I can tell you're mad. I'm so sorry." She got up and made me another drink while I stared at the television. She brought me the drink and then waited squatting on her haunches by my knee. I didn't look at her, just sipped my drink and watched whatever was on the television screen. I felt unmoored, completely adrift amid a maelstrom of emotions. I was repelled by Kristin, even disgusted, and her growing attachment alarmed me. Nevertheless I was still attracted to her physically, and the intensity of her feelings for me, while disturbing, was terribly gratifying. So what if I did not love her? She insisted that all she desired was to be with me and serve as an object of my physical satisfaction. I would offer no guarantees, of course -- if in a month or a year I no longer desired her, I would simply send her away. Kristin was growing restless waiting for me. She touched her fingertips tentatively to my knee. I gazed down at her, still distracted by my own thoughts. "Sir? Please make me do something. So that I know you're not angry with me. Make me do something for you, okay?" "I don't need you to do anything. Why don't you just play with yourself?" "Is that what you want me to do? I like doing anything you tell me." "Great. So play with yourself." I began to take another sip of my drink, then realized suddenly that I was already very drunk. I often drank more than was good for me, but it had never been my habit to get drunk quite so early in the day. I looked at Kristin, who was squirming in her eagerness to obey. "Stick something inside you as far as it'll go," I said. "What do you want me to put inside me, Sir?" "I don't know -- find something. Something big." "Yes, Sir." Kristin got up and hurried away to my bedroom. I tried to watch the TV while she was away, but my eyes refused to focus on the screen. After a few minutes Kristin returned with a baseball bat, which she must have dug out from the back of my closet. I had bought it before Christmas, but I'd never used it. She held it by the handle, the far end of it dragging along the carpet behind her. "Is this big enough, Sir?" she asked, squatting in front of me. "Depends on which end you plan to use." "Whichever one you tell me to, Sir." "Good. Put the fat end inside you." Still gripping the handle, Kristin lifted the bat so that the end of it brushed her vulva. "Jesus Christ, it's cold," she said, shuddering visibly. "What's it made of -- steel?" "It's aluminum," I said, impatient. "Get it inside you." "Do you think it's safe?" "Of course it's safe." "Will it fit?" "You tell me." The end of the bat was more than two inches wide; Kristin could never possibly accommodate it -- but I did not doubt that she would make every effort to succeed. With her free hand, Kristin pressed the end of the bat against her vulva, rubbing it up and down; it moved noisily along the sopping folds of her labia. She sighed heavily, craning her neck far back. "Oh, shit," she muttered, voice quavering. "Big and hard and cold. Like a machine that wants to rape me." What Worser Place? Ch. 03 I said nothing, but watched as intently as my doubled (and redoubling) vision would allow. Kristin was no longer squatting, but had settled back onto her buttocks, knees splayed. She had raised her left foot high so that her toes were curled against the handle of the bat, which she still held with her left hand. With her right hand she was pulling her pussy lips away from the end of the bat, attempting to spread herself open. She gasped sharply, pressing the bat downward in an attempt to force it inside. "Fucking big," she whimpered. "It really wants to get in there, and I'm way too small for it. But it won't take no for an answer. It's just going to fucking take me." Her left arm trembled as she exerted more pressure against the resistance of her loins. "It's in," she said, and groaned. "How deep is it going to make me take it?" She glanced at me furtively, anxiously, as if the bat really were some machine with a mind of its own, and she were entirely at its mercy. "It'll go as deep as you can take it," I said. "Yes, Sir," Kristin muttered, grimacing and squirming as she forced the bat still deeper. "Holy fuck, Sir! If it goes any deeper you're gonna have to let me cum! Okay, Sir? Is that okay? I can't hold it, not with this big thing filling me up. You can't make me hold it back, Sir." Her voice broke; she stared up at me, grinding her teeth so ardently that I could hear them. "May I cum please, Sir?" she whimpered. "I'm begging." "This is where you always fuck it up, Kristin," I said. "I tell you not to cum, and then you do it anyway." She moaned. "I know it, Sir. I'm fucking selfish and weak. My cunt wants to cum and I tell it no, but it cums anyway. I'm trying so hard, Sir." She threw back her head and groaned, a sudden sharp eructation of pleasure. Then with an even sharper gasp of effort, she recovered herself. "I'm not cumming yet, Sir," she assured me, though her voice was unsteady. "My pussy needs to learn to obey." "Get that bat in there, Kristin. It'll go deeper than that." "Yes, Sir! You're punishing my pussy, aren't you, Sir? You're gonna make me break my pussy on this huge fucking bat so that it can never disobey you again!" The bat slid a half-inch deeper, and Kristin sobbed, her body trembling violently. Mischievously, I asked, "What do you plan to tell Todd when he asks you why your cunt is suddenly so big and loose?" "No, Sir, don't do that," Kristin pleaded, breathless. "You're gonna make me cum if I think about that!" "Get it in deeper, Kristin," I said. She was panting now, and when she spoke it was in short bursts of a few syllables, punctuated by numerous moans and cries. "I love . . . your giant bat . . . filling me up, Sir!" The bat entered her another half-inch, and then another. "You're breaking my pussy, Sir! I love you so much!" "Just a little farther, Kristin. To the point where the shaft begins to narrow." "Yes, Sir. A little farther." "Do you want me to help you shove it in?" "Oh, god yes!" Kristin leaned the end of the bat in my direction. I rose swaying from the couch, even drunker than I'd realized, and grabbed the handle of the bat with my right hand. Kristin leaned back on her elbows, splaying her legs far apart. She gazed up at me, her brow creased. "Please fuck me with your huge fucking bat, Sir," she said, her voice soft but certain. A facial tic erupted by her right eye, the muscle spasming so violently that her eyelid fluttered up and down as if she were winking at me. She stared at me apprehensively while I stood over her, gripping the bat with both hands. "Are you going to hurt me, Sir?" she whispered. I could not tell whether her tone carried more fear or desire. I twisted the handle of the bat, rotating it round and round. Kristin clenched her teeth, lips drawn back. "I like that!" she hissed sharply. "My pussy likes that a lot." I applied more downward pressure, still spinning the bat slowly so that it corkscrewed deeper into her. Kristin clawed the carpet with her fingers. "My pussy's begging you to let it cum now, Sir," she whimpered. I ignored her, withdrawing two inches of the bat and then driving it back inside of her. Kristin's head fell back and she groaned piteously. I thrust the bat in and out of her hole, trying to get deeper each time. Gradually I increased its penetration from five inches to six. Kristin glared at me, lips contorted. "My pussy has to cum now, Sir!" she said with sudden urgency. Her face was crimson, her eyes red-rimmed. The tic beside her eye had spread over the curve of her cheek to the side of her mouth. "You're fucking me so good with that huge fucking bat and now I gotta cum so hard my eyes are gonna shoot out of my fucking head! Tell me to cum now, Sir!" "I don't see any reason to reward your pussy, Kristin," I said, still plunging the bat steadily in and out of her hole. "It needs a lot better punishment than that." Kristin sobbed, nodding her head vigorously, tears spilling down her face. "That's right, Sir!" she gasped. "Don't let it cum. Don't let that fucking cunt cum, because that's just what it fucking wants." She arched her back violently, squirming on the shaft impaling her. "Stick it in my butt!" she cried. "Fuck my butt . . . so my pussy can't have it." Her voice broke, and then she added hastily, "Hurry, Sir, before I start cumming all over it!" I hesitated, holding the bat six inches deep inside her. I doubted not so much the sincerity of her desire to have the bat shoved into her ass as the sanity of it. In that moment of delay, Kristin reached between her legs and with both hands encircled the metal shaft just where it emerged from her straining pussy. "Jesus," she cried, her voice unnaturally shrill though weak as a whisper. "Pull it out slow, Sir. I just want to watch that huge fucking thing come out of my poor little pussy. I'm ready, Sir. I won't cum, I promise." "You sure you want it in the ass?" I asked, my own voice harsh as a rasp. To my surprise, she moaned with apprehension. "I want it so bad I can't even think straight!" She looked up at me, the fragile features of her face grotesquely distorted -- eyes swollen, nostrils flaring, lips curled back to bare clenched teeth; the right side of her face throbbed with the violent arrhythmic spasming of her tic. "You have to think for me, Sir." Still I hesitated, and Kristin squeezed the bat so vigorously with her hands that I could feel the trembling of her muscles through the metal shaft. "I'm sorry, Sir, you have to pull it out right now or I'm going to explode all over it, I just can't help it." I placed my left foot against her belly, my heel pressing the soft mound of her pubis, pinning her to the floor as I began to pull the bat out of her. Kristin relinquished her hold on the bat and gripped my ankle with both her hands. She made no attempt to pry my foot off of her, but rather held it firmly against herself. "Oh, yes, treat me like meat, Sir! Like a piece of fucking meat. I need to be punished for even thinking about needing to cum. I gotta make you cum a hundred times before I get to think about cumming, right, Sir?" I didn't bother to respond. I had removed all but the very tip of the bat, with which I teased the gaping lips of her hole. Kristin writhed under my foot. "Ohmigod," she moaned. "You're teaching that fucking pussy a lesson! It's never going to forget that you're the boss, Sir. No matter how much it wants to cum, you're the only one who gets to say when it's okay. Now I gotta have that huge fucking thing in my ass so I never forget it. You're gonna shove it in me and I have to say thank you, isn't that right, Sir?" "I just hope putting it in your ass will shut you up," I said, moving the end of the bat down her slit to her quivering sphincter. I lowered the handle of the bat toward the floor so that the angle of its penetration more nearly matched the orientation of Kristin's rectum; then, twisting the shaft back and forth, I gradually eased it forward, testing her sphincter's resistance. Kristin had let go of my ankle and wrapped her arms around the backs of her knees, hugging her legs tightly against her chest. "Oh fuck, you're breaking my ass!" she sobbed. "I haven't even got it inside you yet. Loosen your ass. Relax." Kristin sniffed mightily, a great snot-filled inhalation. "Just shove it in me!" she said with sudden vehemence. "Make me fucking take it!" I adjusted the position of my left foot on her pubis, so that I could feel the hard knob of her clitoris beneath the horny flesh of my heel; I put more weight onto that foot, crushing her clit mercilessly as I shoved the bat forward. Kristin's anus yielded noisily; she bucked and yelped, her pussy giving a huge forceful fart. I sneered. "You are one nasty little bitch!" "Oh fuck, Jimmy, it won't go in, it's too fucking big! It's too fucking big!" "Shut up, it's in. It's already in." I twisted it, first to the left and then right, slowly forcing it deeper. "I love it," Kristin whispered suddenly. She was craning her neck far forward, arms still hooked around her knees, pulling them back. She stared fixedly at the bat as it slowly disappeared into her straining asshole. She shook her head sharply, grimacing. "I love it," she gasped. "So fucking big. It's so fucking big. Make it go deeper, 'til it can't go any more. Ohh fuck that's huge." She lifted her chin and looked at me, her teeth clenched, cringing. "You like using me like this, don't you, Sir? Like a piece of meat, like a pig. I'm your fuck-pig. Isn't that right, Sir?" "Pig's don't talk," I said. The bat was two inches deep. Two-and-a-half. Three. Kristin's body shuddered. "Thank you, Sir!" she barked. "Thank you for teaching my ass like you taught my pussy. Thank you for making me your fuck-pig. This is the greatest day of my fucking life!" The bat halted four inches deep and would not go any further, but Kristin did not want me to pull it out. "Leave it in, leave it in!" she moaned. "Leave it in my ass. Only my ass gets to feel it from now on. My pussy loves it too much. If I get fucked by the bat, it's got to be in my ass. I want to suck your cock with your huge bat shoved up my ass and sticking out like a fuck-pig's tail! May the pig please suck your cock, Sir?" I let go of the bat and staggered drunkenly backward, found myself abruptly seated on the sofa. My cock was about the size of a roll of quarters, already sated by the two previous climaxes I'd enjoyed that morning, and dulled with alcohol. "Suck me, pig," I said. Kristen rolled over onto her hands and knees, crawled forward with mouth agape. The bat protruded three feet from between the perfect globes of her buttocks. She wrapped her lips around my cockhead and sucked vigorously for a full minute, then lifted her face from my crotch to catch her breath. Her efforts had achieved only a minute swelling of my cock. "Do you not like Pig's mouth, Sir?" she asked timorously. "Should it use its hands?" "No hands," I said. "Pig would offer its pussy, but now it's ruined." A large bead of pre-cum had welled up at the end of my cock, and Kristin immediately sucked it away. "Pig loves the taste of its Master," she said, smacking her lips. She resumed sucking me for another few minutes with slightly greater effect. "So much juice," she murmured, suckling. A trickle of clear fluid dribbled down the shaft of my cock. "Pig could drink it all day long. And when it finally makes you cum, Pig gets to eat all that good sticky food." I grunted unhelpfully. Despite the copious production of pre-cum, I did not feel an orgasm was imminent. "You want Pig to wag its tail for you, Sir?" she asked. "You want to see it shake its tail?" She shook her lovely ass, and the bat swayed side to side with a sound like mucous. She groaned and swung her hips a few times more forcefully, then stopped suddenly and gasped. "Oh fuck! That's gonna make me. . . " She lowered her head, back arched and fists clenched, body trembling. Then she shook her head and emitted a long, low moan, whimpered, "Pig is just an animal, Sir. It has no mind of its own. Its body reacts, helpless." She gasped again, more sharply, and lifted her face so that I could see the strain; she was biting her lips, and her tic, which had subsided as she sucked, was throbbing ceaselessly. "I'm not cumming, Sir," she said. "I don't think I'm cumming. My whole body is vibrating ... ohhh ... like it could explode if I let it, but I won't. But if I fight it too hard ... I feel like I'll make myself cum. And if I don't fight it, I'll cum. It's hard not to cum, Sir. I'm sitting here like an animal on all fours with your bat shoved in my ass, sucking your cock and groveling and becoming your pig and it's the most intense and wonderful experience of my life, and I just want to explode for you, Sir, to show you how grateful I am for what you've done to me. Oh fuck!" She bared her teeth, jaws clenched, eyes rolling. "I can't fight, I think I'm cumming. Fuck, that thing is huge!" Suddenly she lifted her right knee high into the air, the muscle of her thigh trembling violently. A gout of thick fluid gushed from her cunt, followed by a brief stream which spattered onto the carpet. "Oh fuck!" sobbed Kristin, staring aghast at her pussy. She wheeled, back on all fours now, lowered her face to the dark glistening stain she had just left, began to lick and suck at the wet fibers of the carpet. The handle of the bat, jutting out from her upthrust ass, quivered. Between licks she moaned, "Oh what a filthy fucking pig! I'm still cumming, Sir, I'm not going to stop cumming as long as that fucking bat is shoved in my ass. I hope you love what a nasty fucking pig you've made of me. A happy, nasty pig!" For a minute or more she sucked at the stain on the carpet, her entire body quivering, her words devolving into porcine grunting and snorting. Then suddenly she looked up at me, her eyes enflamed with feral lust. Her jaws moved, grinding her clenched teeth together, and a guttural whine rose from her throat. "Pig's ... gotta make ... Master cum," she gasped, her mouth contorting the words as though the act of speaking were unnatural. She turned herself around and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs to offer her florid gaping cunt to me. Her sphincter was quivering around the bat impaling her. She drew her knees to her chest, stared at the ceiling overhead. "Fuck the pig!" she urged. "Fuck that pig. Fuck that fucking pig." Her voice broke; she sobbed, her body shuddering. "Pig can't stop cumming," she whimpered. "Fuck the pig." I had seen too much. I stood up, swaying on my feet as my eyesight dimmed and I nearly blacked out. Kristin took no notice of me, so intent was she on plumbing the depths of her degradation. I wondered fleetingly how my influence could have driven Kristin to what seemed the very knife-edge of sanity. But even as the question occurred to me, I knew at once that I'd had almost no influence on her whatsoever. Despite the many petty indignities I had happily inflicted on her, this ultimate degradation was entirely an act of her own will. In the entire course of our relationship, I had merely been a more or less passive object of sadistic impulse, altogether submissive to Kristin's indomitable desire to be abjectly humiliated. The realization struck me like a blow, staggering in its clarity and irrefutability. I weaved my way toward the bathroom, fighting unconsciousness all the way, with a vague intention of taking a shower to sober myself up. When I returned to my senses I was indeed lying naked in the tub, cold water from the shower drenching me and draining steadily down the open plug. I must have been unconscious for an hour or more. When I sat up, I was still dizzy with drink. I turned the water off, stood up carefully and towelled myself dry. I walked out into the living room, where I found Kristin on the sofa, curled up under the comforter from my bed, her overnight bag waiting by her feet. The lights were off, and I was not certain at first whether or not Kristin was awake. I said nothing, standing naked with the towel in my hand. Finally Kristin spoke softly. "For the good of us both, I guess I better leave." She did not look at me. Still I could think of nothing to say. "Now you know, Jimmy," she said. "I showed you my true self and it freaked you out. You should've seen the look on your face when you bolted, like the ... the fucking hounds of hell were after you. Of course it freaked you out, because I'm a fucking freak, right? I really am fucking crazy, aren't I? Who knows what I would turn into if you let me stay, huh?" Finally I found my voice, still thick and slurred with alcohol. "I don't think you're crazy, Kristin. But I think you want me to take you someplace that I can't go." "All I want is to be a pleasure to you, to be the ultimate source of pleasure. But I know that I'm not. I just make you disgusted and uncomfortable, and then we're both unhappy. So it doesn't make any sense for us to keep doing this to each other." "So you're going to marry Todd?" She nodded. "Hopefully it won't be a complete loss," she said. She did not elaborate. "Can I take you out to dinner before you leave?" I asked. "There's no point. I'd rather just get back home." She grabbed her overnight bag and stood up. She was fully dressed. "I'm glad I called you," I said, realizing suddenly that I would almost certainly never see her again. She gulped, and I thought she might begin to cry, but when she looked into my face her eyes were dry. "Yeah, me too. I don't regret any of it. I'll always remember this summer." She smiled ruefully and started to walk toward the door. As she shuffled past me, I impulsively put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "Wait, Kristin." She did not turn her face up to mine, just stared at the floor while my mind reeled with myriad formless thoughts. "Before you go," I said. "I wanted ... I want you to make me cum one more time." I regretted the words even as they were leaving my mouth. Slowly Kristin looked up at me with an expression of sullen bewilderment. She looked into my eyes, and I imagined that she was mulling a desire to slap my face. Then to my astonishment she said, "Yeah, Jimmy. Okay." She set down her bag, started to pull off her blouse, but then hesitated. "How do you want me to do it?" "Your mouth. But get naked first." She stripped out of her clothes, then dropped to her haunches and grasped my cock, stroking me. When she wrapped her lips around me I sighed heavily and she moaned. She stroked my shaft with both hands while suckling my glans, evidently thinking that this would bring me quickly to orgasm, but I was determined to hold out as long as I could. For several minutes she sucked and jerked me, while I waited for her to show some sign of frustration or impatience. But to my surprise, she merely grew more aroused the longer she pleasured me. She dropped her right hand between her legs and began rubbing her clitoris with gradually increasing fervor. After a minute or two she jerked her face off of my cock, her breath catching sharply. "Jesus Christ, I'm cumming," she murmured. "I'm cumming." She shuddered, her left hand squeezing my cock like a vice. She resumed sucking me as she came, still rubbing her clitoris fervently with her right hand. "I'm going to cum now," I said. "Please," gasped Kristin, "may I swallow it?" "Of course," I groaned. "Swallow it!" Kristin gulped my semen, moaning with pleasure. When our orgasms had subsided, Kristin stood up and, lifting her chin high, bared her creamy neck. I stared at her throbbing jugular. What Worser Place? Ch. 03 "Will you at least cut my throat now," she said with grave aplomb. "So that I can die happy?" "Jesus," I muttered, annoyed. She smirked, shaking her head. "No? Then I'll just have to cherish this one last moment of contentment for the rest of my life." Who knows what to say to a comment like that? "Thanks," I said. Kristin pulled on her jeans and blouse, without bothering with her underwear, which she left on my floor. "Take care of yourself," I said as she opened the door. "Have a nice life," she said, leaving. * * * The next day during work I was nagged by the fear that Kristin might have harmed herself, and so I tried to call her home that evening. Her phone was busy for hours, and I eventually gave up. When I called her again on Wednesday there was no answer, and when her machine picked up I chose not to leave a message. I proceeded to put Kristin out of my mind, assuring myself that I was fortunate our relationship had ended before things got too far out of my control. On July 30th, knowing that this was the date on which she and Todd were to be wed, I got drunk early in the evening and left a rambling and largely incoherent message on her machine, offering congratulations and wishing them both joy. At Christmas I received a card from Kristin, showing a cocker spaniel wearing a Santa cap. Inside, under the idiotic caption, she had scrawled, I think of you always. She'd included a check for $500. I noted that she still had her own checking account, though the named printed on the check was Mrs Kristin DeMarr. Then one day near the end of February I answered the phone and heard a familiar, diffident voice say, "Jimmy? It's Kristin." "Hi!" I said. "How are you?" I could not determine whether or not I was pleased to hear from her. "Good. How've you been?" "Great. Really terrific. How's married life?" "It's good. Todd's a good man." A pause. I waited with both impatience and curiosity growing equally. "I'd like to see you sometime," said Kristin at last. "Just once. It doesn't have to be for long. I'll drive up there, and if after five minutes you want me to leave, then I'll turn around and come home." "What is this about? Are you thinking of leaving Todd?" "No. I think it would crush him if I were to leave him now. He truly loves me. And I think I love him too, in a way. Not like how I love you, but in some way." "When do you want to come up?" "Can I come Friday?" "Sure, Friday it is." "Good. I'll see you Friday." "Okay." "I'm looking forward to seeing you again, Jimmy." "Sure, me too." "Okay, goodbye." "Yes, bye." I had no idea what to expect from Kristin's visit, but when I opened the door on Friday evening I could not have been more surprised. "Surprise," murmured Kristin as I stood dumbfounded in the doorway. "Jesus," I said. "You're very fucking pregnant." She was wearing a pink maternity dress, beneath which she appeared to be concealing a beach ball. "Thirty-four weeks," she said, laughing. "Jesus," I said again. "Come on inside. You need anything?" "I've got to pee," she said emphatically, waddling past me. "You know where it is." As she went to the bathroom I went to the kitchen to make myself a drink, but then for some reason I thought better of it. Instead a leaned back against the counter and waited with arms folded until she emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a style I'd never seen her wear before. "You look truly stunning," I told her. "Oh, please," she scoffed. "I've got hardly any makeup, I haven't done anything with my hair, I'm as big around as a fucking whale. But thanks." Her smile was dazzling. "Are you thirsty? You a want a Coke or something?" "No," she said, sauntering straight up to me and kissing me lightly on the lips. "Is that okay?" she asked. "Yeah, that's fine," I murmured, kissing her back. She drew her dress over her head in a single fluid motion and flung it onto the floor. Her breasts were bigger, rounder than ever, and beneath them her belly swelled hugely. "Feel it," she said, placing her own hands on her stomach. Tentatively I reached out one hand, rested the fingertips above her protruding navel. "Don't be afraid," she whispered. I shook my head, but I had nothing to say. Kristin took my hand and led me toward the sofa. "You're not taking care of yourself, Jimmy," she said. "You look tired and thin." "That's just because I'm not eating or sleeping." Holding both her hands, I carefully helped her lower herself onto the sofa. "It looks like no one's cleaned your apartment since I left," she said. "I cleaned it right after New Year's." Kristin slipped her panties off. "Will you make love to me?" "What would Todd say?" "Todd will never know. I told him my great aunt is dying. It's my last chance to see her." "This is the same great aunt you were supposedly visiting whenever you came to see me?" "Yes." "So this is the last we'll see of each other." Kristin had sunk lower on the sofa, her buttocks hanging over the edge of the cushion. She drew her knees up to provide easier access despite the intervening bulk of her belly. Her breasts were displaced to the sides by that belly, and although they retained enough firmness and resilience to be alluring, the sight provided a sobering intimation of middle age sag. "I don't want to think about that," said Kristin. "About never seeing each other again. I've been waiting for months to have you back inside me, and I'm going to go crazy if you don't hurry up and get naked." She smiled up at me, looking beautiful. "Unless the sight of me looking like this disgusts you." "Not at all," I said, removing my belt and stepping out of my jeans. As I pulled down my boxers, Kristen exhaled a long low sigh. "I love that beautiful cock," she murmured, gnawing at her lower lip. "Jesus, I fucking think about it every day. Please don't tease me, just fill me up with it. I'm soaking wet, just get it inside me." I obliged her immediately, and the swollen lips of her vulva greeted my glans with a sound like a wet kiss. Almost before I was aware of applying any pressure, my cock had plunged inside her, as if her cunt had grabbed hold of my flesh and dragged me precipitously into her depths. I gasped at the heat of her, and Kristen groaned. "Oh my fucking god, I love it!" she cried. "I don't want you to ever take it out. Aw fuck, Jimmy!" She bared her clenched teeth at me. "Shove it all the way in, make me take it all, just hold it there, ohhhh!" Her head fell back, eyes rolling upward; she grabbed her breasts and squeezed them harshly, so that the flesh bulged between her fingers. Her body shuddered helplessly. After half a minute or more she whimpered to me: "Fuck me with it, Jimmy. Fuck me!" Slowly I pulled out of her, and slowly slid back inside. Her juices felt thick, almost sticky, so that her cunt seemed to cling to my shaft, gripping it. I fucked her faster, grabbing her ankles for leverage. "Aw, Jimmy," moaned Kristen, gazing up at me with wonderment. "You own this fucking pussy. Your cock feels so good. It's so fuckin' ... Jesus, I'm cumming. I'm fucking ... " Kristen writhed so violently I thought she might buck herself onto the floor. I held her ankles tighter, fought her like a fish on a line while she twisted and jerked beneath me. Gradually she settled down, lay back panting heavily as I continued pounding her hole. "Fuck you, Jimmy," she gasped, glaring up at me. "Either you've got bigger or my pussy's got tighter. Fuuuuck you, Jimmy! Make me cum again why don't you?" She clenched her teeth together so hard I feared they would shatter like fine china. She craned her neck upward, her eyes boring into mine. "You're proud of that fucking cock," she snarled. "Aren't you, motherfucker? You love how it tears up my little pussy 'til I can't stop cumming." Her lips twisted violently, the cords in her neck standing out. "You fucking own it, Jimmy." Her eyebrows rose, and a note of pleading entered her voice. "You own my fucking pussy and me. My whole fucking soul. I'm cumming right now, I'm cumming all over your dick, you feel it? I'm not gonna stop cumming as long as you're filling me up." She put her right hand at her crotch, rubbed her clitoris for several seconds, then moved her hand atop her round belly. "Look what you did to me, Jimmy," she whimpered. "Filling me up with all your cum. Look at what you did." She was weeping, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. Though I heard her words, I was not listening to them. I wanted to cum, but my cock seemed benumbed to the pleasure of her pussy, tight and torrid as it was. I pummeled her with growing intensity, but my cock was immune. "I can't make you cum," said Kristin suddenly. Her voice was low and strained. Her lips drew back, baring her teeth. "Oh, Jimmy, that worthless fucking pussy can't make you cum anymore. I'll never taste your cum again. This was my last chance to make you happy and I can only lie her and cum all over your cock like a useless slut." I did not give up for a very long time. Even when Kristin put her hands out against my abdomen as if to stop my progress I continued to fuck her, because I could see in her eyes that her pleasure was continuing unabated. I felt that I somehow owed it to her to continue as long as my stamina allowed. "No more, Jimmy," Kristin moaned. "I'm not even going to be able to walk tomorrow. Todd will know something's wrong. Fuck, he'll feel how much fucking bigger I am down there." "I'll just make you cum one more time," I muttered. Kristin laughed and moaned simultaneously. "I haven't stopped cumming, you motherfucker! I think I started cumming the second I walked in that door. Ooooh god, I just want lie here and take it from you and cum forever, over and over for you and that magic cock of yours. I wanna forget what it feels like not to be cumming all the time. I just want to die here." Ultimately I grew too tired to continue. I stopped, my cock harder than ever, buried all the way inside her. Kristin's eyes were closed, her head turned to the side. "Don't take it out, Jimmy," she murmured. "Let's stay like this. I've never felt complete until this moment. I don't want to lose it yet." She looked at me, her eyes pleading for something which she could never articulate. At that moment I loved her, perhaps for the first time, perhaps more than I will ever love another human being. And because I loved her – truly loved her -- I knew that I could never be with her. I could only be a catalyst for her self-destruction, whereas Todd would protect her from herself. We remained there, united, for only a few seconds, or a few minutes. Maybe a lifetime. Then as if by mutual consent we began to disengage, I drawing my hips away from the determined clutch of her pussy, she attempting to slide off my cock and sit upright. She winced and groaned as my shaft slowly emerged from deep within her. "How can you not fucking cum?" she gasped, looking at me incredulously. She put her hand suddenly to her crotch and stroked her clit vigorously. "Jesus fucking Christ I love how you make me cum." She groaned and shuddered while I gradually withdrew from her cunt and smacked her gaping labia with my engorged cockhead. "I'm going to suck that big cock with all my cum on it," she declared, struggling upright. She held my shaft in her fist, pumping it as she wrapped her lips around it and sucked. I very much wanted to climax -- for Kristin's sake rather than from any carnal desire of my own; but despite her spirited sucking and stroking, I couldn't cum. Nor did I lose my erection. At last she fell back with a tremendous sigh, stared into space with an expression which seemed almost dazed. "I better leave now," she murmured. "Or else what?" "Or else I'll never leave. I'll chain myself to your bed and refuse to go away, ever." She glared at me, her eyes bright with sudden tears. "You motherfucker. I hate you. You make me feel worthless. Even less than worthless. Like I'm nothing at all." I wanted to tell her that I was sorry; that I loved her and wanted her to be happy, but that Todd was the only one who give her anything like happiness, and so she should go back to him and make the most of her life, for her sake and for the sake of our child. "Leave then," I said. She did.