The Golden Ring Pt 02

A month passed pretty quickly.

Mike was living his life but would call to come "pray" either before work or after it. By the spark it was good, his insides blessed felt so perfect around my cock when he'd take me deep inside his ass. It was even better for Mike when we started fucking because everytime I sank in him he'd moan and shiver and be so horny and empowered he'd spurt out his load right there as I filled him.

And the blowjobs he gave went on for at least two servings of my cum into him.

The blessing works well on me too as he does come across as sexy and very fuckable.

Which from what I've been feeling over this month has led him to have landed two of the guys from the gym as well as both Steve and Oliver from work.

And he's fucked all of them too.

Because if he sucks cock that good and fucks that good then what else feels good? And they all started with giving Mike blow jobs and that other blessing that Zeus gave that was supposed to leave women calm and fulfilled pleasured works on men apparently as well. After a mouthful of Mike's creamy cum they've all been willing for him to fuck them.

It's changed them too as both Steve and Oliver seems in great moods at work.

Sucking cock and being anal bottoms is making them happy every time so it's getting more and more into their heads that this is a good thing for each of them.

Plus Mike's happy.

And Leslie is happy so the Emergency/Outpatient department is actually doing great.

Leslie and I hooked up again on the weekend during her time at the farmer's market and that was becoming a thing sort of...she's not hooked but yeah every week. Everytime I fuck her hard and get her cumming until she is squirting and clawing at me as she cums in these sexy primal female tennis grunts.

And she's been telling people. Someone has because as much as I'm losing fat and gaining muscle there's the women that have been flirting sort of. Jackie and crazy Bonnie are both interested because Leslie had me. They're both jealous of her. Jackie wants me because I might be what she's always been looking for and Bonnie wants me because Leslie had me and she hates that, she hate Adrian was fucking Leslie once too and she hates that Leslie seems so much more with it and happy these days.

And then there was Adrian.

Who took time off again feeling sick.

I could feel him if I concentrated.

Hurt, alone, hating himself.

He tried to hurt himself twice but was still compelled not to. Then my cum had worn off and he wasn't being as nice to others as he had been and he realized that. Then he started to realize all the things that he did, the stuff I told him about him just being this shitty self centered asshole.

He spent the time fighting himself and running into the brick wall of all these realizations.

Not able to kill himself he went on a three day bender with his drug stash and booze and not being the kid of kid that had ever partied and an asshole in college Adrian made an utter mess of that too.

So this last while it was hurting, drunk, and actually sick.

Then it was trying to cope and deal with his new pussy.

It was the showers for him that started it.

The water running off his body and down through where his pussy is was so different than when he had his dick that it bothered and played with his brain enough he started masturbating.

Rubbing one out, only to discover the power to have multiple girl orgasms and that led to fingers and very recently fingers have led to sexy toys and thoughts of me again.

Adrian misses me, misses my huge cock and yet they're still hurt and scared of me, my powers but mostly it's that I made him face that he's has been a steadfastly horrible little asshole.

He is changing though.

Given time he will come back to me.

But today, today is time I deal with Bonnie.

Twice since I got to work she's been flirting with me a little upping her game to find excuses to come by around my office and I wait until my final round of patrol and I brush past her checking a door.

I pass her a note. "Here's my address."

And I leave it at that finishing my shift and going to get some things after work and she's there waiting for me.

She's giving off a bunch of sexual energy but also this smug sort of victory.

"Come on inside."

I open the door and she follows and I set the groceries on the counter and turn around and kiss her.

I pull her sexual energy and push it back into her.

~Aching pussy and sopping wet.~

Bonnie groans around the kiss as she gets this deep ache for sex.

I undo my belt and drop my pants and boxers and her eyes widen at her hand touching it and not being able to wrap her fingers around it.

~You want to suck it, you need to suck it.~

I can see the shimmer in her eyes and she doesn't like sucking cock. For Bonnie head is an empty promise only done to get what she wants. She promises it a lot but seldom delivers.

Now she's on her knees and stretching her jaw wide enough to pop my cockhead into her mouth.

~You fucking love the taste, this is so exciting.~

~You cunt aches even more from this cock in your mouth it's turning you on so much it hurts.~

She shifts her weight as she's trying to sate the ache in her pussy. She's trying really hard to suck my cock until I take her head in my hands. ~No gag reflex, you can breathe, you love this.~

I shove my cock into her mouth and down her throat and her eyes get huge and she excitedly gurgles around my cock and then moans as he face is in my pubes and I start fucking her face.

I'm not gentle either I literally fuck her throat hard.

~Everytime the cock hits the back of your throat you feel it hitting your brainstem, everytime it feels good, it feels exotic, erotic and everytime it happens your mind is imprinting on cock, on sucking cock, on getting throat fucked on loving getting throat fucked. You will think of sucking cock more and more and more.~

Bonnie's gurgling and trying to scream in pleasure around my cock as her brain is getting affected with each stroke and she's drooling all over herself.

She's starting to cum in her panties and scrub pants hands free.

~Bigger clit, it's so swollen, it's a quarter bigger than it was, it hurts so bad, you're aching so bad, so bad for cock, so wet, so turned on.~

She's sobbing around my cock her whole body shaking until I cum filling her mouth and throats with cum.

She goes a little mad sucking it all down and getting every drop.

"Get up, drop those scrubs and panties and bend over the table."

She gets up and drools as she sways panting.

"Fuck James, fuck, fuck, I've never, that was..."

"Go Bonnie I didn't let you come here for talking."

I emphasized the word "Let".

She look shocked and blushes and drops her clothes and bends over the kitchen table.

She's quivering and her skin jumps as I take hold of her hips and I use a little push of power to have the perfect aim and instead of lining up to push in I sink right into her pussy all the way in in one push making Bonnie wail.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck fucking fuck it's so huge! So fucking biiiiiig it's ohhhhhh!"

I start fucking her in powerful strokes and she gets even more vocal as her engorged clit and my cock is driving her over the edge.

Twelve strokes in. ~Cum hard now!~

She wails as she cums hard without warning and I fuck her to her next cum and her next and then hit her with another surprise commanded cum.

She's screaming and can't think straight and she's getting driven so mad by it that she's beating her head in little thumps on the top of the kitchen table.

I change my angle and lift her hips off the table just enough that I'm finding and fucking her most sensitive, most orgasmic spots and I tone down my sensation and start fucking her there over and over and over with my cockhead only shifting for three deep strokes every six minutes.

I pull power into my strength and endurance and hers and fuck her for twelve minutes before I cum deep inside her making her surprise cum just ahead of me then my hot seed makes her cum again all on her own.

Then I do it again, and again, and again until I feel her breaking and losing her mind as so much pleasure is just drowning her.

I cum inside her again each time she does flooding her until our fluids are spilling out in a stream and I pull out.

~Cum hard squirt!~

Bonnie almost has a seizure from the orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

As she's squirting I magically aim again and make her clean and lubed and drive my cock unexpectedly up her ass.

~Cum hard squirt!~

Bonnie wails long and loud and she spasms as I fuck her deep and hard and herb toes curl until they pop and she's screaming through locked jaws as she's sweating buckets as I am still fucking her making her cum with commands and her brain's telling her anal sex is getting her off.

And off and off and making her squirt.

Her insides are hurting from cumming and the muscle clenches and spams and she'd have passed out long ago if I wasn't pouring energy into her.

I feel her break, I feel whatever control and pride or ego just crumble and give under the overwhelming pleasure he brain isn't able to handle.

~It stops, it stops now, you'll hate head games, being petty and jealous, you can't bring those habits back anymore. You'll stop blaming others for your mistakes, you'll try, try really hard to work well with others. This is the fucking of your live and it's laying your soul out for you and you will change, you will want to change.~

I fill my balls and cum inside her ass again and use my power to make her squirt and this time I let her pass out.

I pull out and pick her up and carry her to the living room and put her on the couch and let everything just stew and brew inside her head from the sexual raw shock to the changes I made. I wrap her in a quilt and then go clean up the kitchen and scrub the place down and then go stop at her and touch her head and push with power.

~You'll get that this was kind of a hate fuck, that James knew you were playing your usual bullshit games.~

~Sleep, sleep deeply.~

Then I push more energy into her cells and go and take a shower.

Then I do laundry her things of course but mine too and I dig out a spare pair of sweatpants that are cut off to knee high and hemmed and one of my old t-shirts and leave it there for her with an orange juice with grenadine and rum over lots of ice and a note telling her where to find the bathroom.

Then I start making supper.

A good sized chicken with a stuffing I make from old bread that needed used up, thyme, rosemary, a little onion, celery, salt, pepper then I roll the bird in the same herbs and put it in the oven to roast with one of those juice box things of chicken stock.

I peel carrots and get them cooking and I can some of those sugar snap peas and green beans for snacking and I get all of that ready too.

And I even make pie.

It's just a basic pie crust with apples that I toss with brown sugar and cinnamon plus my secret weapon for that which is three packs of gelatin that I melt in a little hot water first then mix it all together. That goes into my top oven and I just putter around the house cleaning up before she wakes up.

Bonnie has it pretty rough even in deep sleep confronting her bullshit and her old self. She cries pretty hard as the power is making the change in her to change.

She's my age and like forty years is decades of bullshit and bad stuff she's facing down.

I don't go do anything as she bawls her way through the guilts.

I can feel some of it and it's a lot of pretty bad stuff. She's not a good person and has been manipulative and stuff for a long time.

The one thing that got me mad with her was feeling that there was no good reason. She wasn't raped, abused or molested, wasn't bullied she was just a spoiled middle classed girl that was popular and used sex and other things to be

I feel Bonnie wake up and she's slow doing so and groggy and she's really worn out and sore and I start on peeling the potatoes. She rubs at her eyes getting the crusties out.

She stares out at me and gets gooseflesh at the memories of the sex we had and how physically powerful and dominating and shocking it was.

Then she sees the drink and the note and the clothes and she stares at me again.

I feel her body ache as she sits up and facing forward on the couch and takes a drink then tasting the alcohol she drinks it faster.

I come into the doorway of the living room. "You want another?"

Bonnie stares at me then she blushes. "Yeah."

I take her glass. "Are you alright?"

She bites her lower lip. "Yes, no...I hurt, you...I've never had sex like that."

"I know it's not exactly like I'm regularly equipped."

She gives me this awkward smile then looks down and studies the carpet. "I fucked up didn't I? I pressured you and was kind of not..."

"Bonnie you got what you asked for and you know you. You wanted something because someone else had it and played your games and I called your bluff or whatever and you got exactly what you wanted. Or what you thought you wanted."

"You hate me don't you James?"

"No, I don't hate you. I don't like you."

"Why?"

"You really want to know?"

She stammers and she's crying and sniffling. "Yes!"

"You're spoiled, you're spoiled and you use people, you sleep around and while there's nothing wrong with sex or being promiscuous you use it to get at people or get back at people to count wins and other bullshit like that. And then there's your work. Bonnie you're a fucking RN and you either sit on your ass or you socialize with whoever the in crowd is and the doctors when you can get away with it and I've seen stuff you've done that you scapegoat off on others especially folks that work under you."

I made a stronger version of the drink with two shots of rum in it and she's hugging herself and crying hard when I come inside and she looks at me and she's hurt and she's mad.

"You don't fucking pull any punches do you?"

"Were you lying when I asked you if you really wanted to know?"

She goes between getting angry and me and embarrassed. I pass her the drink.

She takes it and she stares at me. "So why'd you even have me here?"

"Mostly to shut you up and get you to stop."

She blushes.

"Was that why you were so hard on me?"

"You came here Bonnie, you knelt down and started this."

She blushes again.

"So this is all my fault?"

"What is? What exactly do you thing happened Bonnie? You were playing your bullshit with someone that isn't even trying to play your game. I didn't like you before we hooked up."

"What if I changed?"

"Would you?"

"I want to...I...jesus James I'm fucking tired, I think I'm fucking tired of myself and my own bullshit."

"Good."

"Good?"

"You just said your own bullshit, that's a big step."

She's looking at me again.

I head back to the kitchen. "Supper will be ready in an hour."

Bonnie watches me go and she drains the second drink coughing and she gets up and she wobbles down the hall with the blanket and the clothes that I lent her and she goes and she showers.

I can feel her buzzed, thinking it over, still aching physically too and them there's the amused, freaked shock of sitting on the toilet and the rest of my cum flowing out of both holes.

She replayed things in the shower.

She's never sucked cock like that, never got past gagging, never had anal sex before either.

Getting off that much and liking both has her thinking on that too and well about my cock with this mix of trepidation and want.

It's interesting to feel her mentally playing with going through all of this and combining it with how she is tired of the bullshit after I pushed that in her but also my bluntness combined with the hardest, hard sex she's ever had which might be the best too.

It's interesting to feel all the stuff going on in her head and how she's grappling with it.

Bonnie gets dressed in the clothes I gave her another first for her to be wearing borrowed guys clothes and she comes down the hall to the kitchen moving better.

She's watching me finish and notices I made her another drink as I've got the chicken out and I'm making gravy.

Everything else is set out and she's making big inhales taking in the smells.

"You cooked?"

"I cooked and baked."

"No guy's ever done that before."

"I like to eat and take out all the time is expensive so like most people I learned."

"I never."

"Yeah well that's you."

"It looks good, there's a lot of food though."

"If there's leftovers then that's a good thing. There gravy at least will be in two meals."

She's looking at me and at the food. "You're not going to bite are you?"

I look at her then strain it out. "You mean am I going to play that whole you cooked this for me game?"

"You saw that huh?"

"Yeah just a little. Bonnie look just stop, I get that you're used to doing shit like this but it's common. It's game playing compliment fishing bullshit."

"So you're not going to compliment me?"

I look at her. "You're smart, you're smart enough to be an RN and to play people."

She blinks. She wasn't expecting a mental compliment.

"So that's it? I'm not attractive? I'm not fishing James just honestly curious why did you fuck me at all? Was it just to shut me up?"

"A lot of that yes but there's nothing wrong with you so why wouldn't I fuck you. I mean if we're just going on appearance."

"So what there's nothing you like about me?"

I set the rest out and get plates and cutlery and I shrug. "You don't really stand out Bonnie. You're a mid forties, childless, middle income woman and you're pretty much the standard model of the semi short haired prep type."

"And Leslie, you're fucking Leslie."

"She's a different stereotype, she the typical blonde girl type even if half of that's as much her game she plays or was playing. She's not as spun as she lets on."

"So I'm blonde too."

"Yeah but you're mostly bottled blonde and you're also still stuck in that 90's preppy short hair cut look. There's lots of types I mean look at Jackie."

"What about Jackie are you fucking her too?"

"Not yet but she's been playing your game. But yeah she's a stereotype too."

"Really?"

"Artsy french girl. She plays to the childless unmarried woman and a feminist too or at least a little. Glasses are the artsy frames that go with her doing the pony tail thing. She talks haut food and wine a lot because it's trendy and she nplays to all of that."

"Wow...you notice all of that?"

"What's to notice I went to high school in a mixed school, every dark haired french girl or french immersion girl was trying for that artsy thing. Jackie's french so people just let it slide but she's still pretty much who she was in high school."

"Are you going to fuck her?"

I shrug. "That depends on her, she's less the competitive petty type like you are than this habitual grass is always greener type."

"And what type are you?"

"Slacker that made out okay."

"Slacker?"

"Definitely, I was too interested in getting by because stuff like college seemed out of reach so it was party hard and chill and work in between."

Bonnie nods. "You seem okay."

"Thanks, it was work and some luck but whatever. C'mon let's eat."

We sit down and she looked like she was going to try and polite girly portion it before she decided not to do that either and she tucks in and eats like a starved woman.

Two helping plus pie.

She's leaning back in her chair. "Why don't you have a girlfriend or a wife. That was amazing."

"Thanks I'm glad that you liked it. I don't like to limit myself so well I'm not. Some people are made for one person and that's not me."

"Oh...wow I'm still tired."

"I'll drive you home."