Whatever It Takes
“Fuck me!” she said as she sat naked on the couch stroking her pussy. “Fuck me, for fuck’s sake, fuck me!”
“You have your dildos, why don’t you use them?” I asked, uninterested.
“I have to get laid. I need a real cock. It’s either yours or I’ll just go out there and find someone else. Fuck me, Daddy,” she said as she grabbed at my manhood.
“Lo,” I said looking over the brim of my book, “I’m sorry, but I am celibate this week. At least for this week. I told you that.”
“But Daddy, it’s been two days already,” she said, imploringly.
“Yes, Lo,” I said with derision. “Only two days. Now go,” I said as if shooing a fly away, or a persistent puppy.
Instead of shooing, she unbuttoned my pants and took out my flaccid dick and began massaging it, molding it with her hands, trying to bring it back to life and its proper erect length with her sorcerer’s magic. She took it in her mouth. She sucked on it like it was a lollipop. It grew, it gained rigidity. She eased herself down on it and rocked herself back and forth as she touched her clit with her right hand. The bay windows of our living room were open and people could easily see in from the apartments across the way. This either didn’t matter or, more than likely, aroused her exhibitionist’s delight. She came quickly, leaving a puddle of her wetness on my crotch.
She got up from my dick as I continued to read and she went into the bedroom. Before long, I heard moans and screams coming from in there. When she was done, I entered. She had taken out her phone and found some guy who was hard-up and had posted on a “Casual Encounters” list and she called him. He had gotten her off through phone sex.
I stood at the foot of the bed as she lay there with her legs spread, showing her glistening pink and red pussy. “I think I will start up my on phone-sex company,” she said, making reference to our long-time discussion of turning her favorite past-time into a money-making venture.”
“Really?” I said, feigning disinterest.
“Yeah. If you’re not going to fuck me like you mean it and I’m going to be talking with these horny strangers on the phone, I might as well get paid for it, right?”
[Excerpt from the story, “The Monk & the Maiden, or Thanatos & Venus,” from the book, Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume I: Nymphomania and the Single Girl]