"You've given my daughter a great deal of happiness, young man," he told me on the phone. His princess was lasciviously unfurling a condom onto her plastic shaft, her lips parted. Jade eyes darted to mine, impatiently.
"And she me, sir." Ten seconds later she was easing my back to the bed. We bounced as she struggled to liberate the jeans from my flailing boots.
When we played house she sat opposite me wearing only her harness, and striped socks pulled all the way up. I wore nothing, according to her orders.
"How was your day, dear?"
"Hard. The boss is really riding me."
"Excuse me!" she yelled with mock outrage. "The person with the longer dick is the first to have coffee!"
"Oh, I'm sorry," I whined.
She shot up so that her knob thwacked the table.
"I suppose I have to teach you everything! Maybe I should show you the right way to fuck! Bend over," she commanded, pointing at my dish, and I obeyed. She marched to my ass and invaded it. With her fists at her sides she let the rod punctuate every word of her scolding.
"YOU MIND YOUR MANNERS NOW MISTER THANK YOU."
Another of our games was spies. Somehow, I was the only one to get captured.
"We have ways of making you talk," she purred, strolling languidly to me in a fedora, trench coat, and high heels. I sat helpless under the living room light. Her belt came slowly undone and the folds parted, letting her heavy purple cock fall forward. She took hold of my head and pulled my mouth to it.
"Well, say something."
Her favorite activity though, was horsey. She wore a cowboy hat for that, which I liked.
One morning I woke to find her contentedly watching me, like her trophies observing us from the wall mounted shelves.
"I have to tell you about this dream," she said with her head on the pillow and her fists bunched at her chin. "You were marching in this jungle, but everything looked like a cartoon. The machete you were swinging could talk. It said funny things. There was one tall tree, and at the top of it grew a gold flower, like a tiger lily, but it was erupting. Maybe it was a volcano."
"What happened?"
"You climbed the tree and left me. I was carrying your luggage." She swung away when she finished talking, and got in the shower. I joined her shortly, and we fucked standing happily behind the transparent curtain with its leafy pattern, in the hot, falling water and steam.
Jasmine had me for the last time in my bed, wearing only a pair of white and pink striped panties with a hole cut in front for her shaft. She deftly maneuvered herself on her knees to grasp me by the waist, chest, or by the shoulder with an adamantly straight arm, accordingly. I rose and fell like a horse, rearing and snorting as she rode me in whatever manner she chose. After settling on a basic hip hold with me getting rammed on my hands and knees, she let her soft, fleshy thighs press maddeningly against my own. Distilled by years of exercise, her girlish enthusiasm made every pump of the dildo by her curvy white form intensely powerful. It went on for twenty minutes, producing three quick, gasping orgasms during each of which her fingernails almost pierced my skin and spurred me to yell, but I wouldn't have discouraged her joy for anything. To close, she pulled me on her lap and moved us as one, while her ruddy hand manipulated my dick.
"I want to come," she growled mindlessly. "Shoot my load everywhere. Watch me spray." Every declination drove her in, and each ascension slid her grip down, both motions becoming more manic until she lost track of which prong was hers. At that point she peaked. "Squeeze that cock, baby, yeah!" It didn't take long for this to chain react, sending ecstasy flooding our nervous systems and vibrating our supercharged bodies violently until nothing remained of us but an unconscious mist. We drifted off together, cheerfully, and at peace.
When I saw her to the door, she kissed my cheek.
"You're a really good person, Tom." I knew then she was dumping me. "I think so, anyway." She smiled, and trudged away in the snow.
"I guess nothing is forever." I stood silently for a minute. Finally, I grabbed my coat and started to walk.
Ruminating over my adventures, I wandered into a part of town that I didn't frequent. I passed the hulks of dead factories and vacant lots that resembled battlefields, getting thoroughly lost and not seeing another soul for hours. Street signs became important about the time the sun started dimming and my toes ached their complaints to me. Not recognizing the names of any lanes, I attempted to backtrack, but the environment got no more familiar. At the first chills of panic, I turned up randomly at a crudely drawn billboard featuring an explorer in a pith helmet and khakis being chased by a tiger. Java was sloshing from a white cup beside him, the message of the ad. Experiencing a sudden epiphany, I spun to face the building opposite, which had a yellow painted clock on its single, weathered tower, and the word AURORA atop its door. The last of the light was reflected in shards on the narrow wall around the peeling circle. I stepped to the entrance of the structure, and went in.
