Harry walked out of the bathroom naked, rubbing his hair with a small towel. His flaccid penis bounced as he walked. And Ella mused at how such a small thing was the tool of Harry's forceful conquest and domination over her pussy. Harry smiled down at her in a fatherly sort of way, and he jumped onto the bed, laying down next to her. He then grabbed her and pulled her on top of him, clasping her tightly to himself so she couldn't move. She looked up at him from his chest, and a wave of euphoria washed over her at his sudden affection.
"You're still wet," she teased.
"Are
you
still wet?" he teased back, popping a finger into her vagina.
She giggled. He rolled her back onto her back, and leaned over her, his soft penis pressing onto her thigh.
"I had a real rough day today at work. There was an issue where a customer had bought a piece of furniture, and it wasn't properly labeled, and it was sold to someone else. I wasn't on shift when it happened, but my asshole manager chewed me out right in front of the customers. I could have fucked him up right there, but I had to think about my job. So afterwards I just went out and smoked a cigarette. Then I purposefully ignored him the rest of my shift, and took off 15 minutes early. He didn't say anything to me, so I think he got the fuckin' picture."
Harry was visibly angry and shaking slightly as he told this story. He grabbed for his cigarettes and lit one. Ella had been smiling sweetly and nodding with appropriate "awws" when needed. She had a mixture of feelings. Part of her was loving the attention from him. Another part of her felt like his story made him seem kind of pathetic. And seeing him in that light, made her remember him fucking her differently, where she was kind of ashamed for letting a man like this fuck her.
But, her disgust was also mixed with a strange kind of arousal. She partially liked the idea of seeing him as a pathetic, undesirable man, who she was giving the best pussy to. He must see her like a goddess, like the perfect little sex slave he was unbelievably lucky to have. She smiled at him and he leaned in, forcibly kissing her with a tongue bitter with cigarette smoke. As she felt his tongue manipulating hers, she felt his penis move on her thigh as it started to stiffen.
He pulled away from kissing her, and looking at her in gratitude said, "You're a great friend".
"What?" she started in disbelief.
Ella and Harry had been having sex for two weeks now, and had not yet discussed their relationship. Ella knew their relationship was primarily sexual, but she was jarred to hear Harry labeling her as nothing more than a friend, especially after the sex they had just had. Harry rolled over to pick up his cigarette from the ash tray and took a drag. Ella noticed him cool, and that his erection was gone. She panicked slightly.
"Didn't you say this pussy was yours?" She asked him coyly, taking his hand and putting on her crotch.
He broke a smile, "It is mine," he said blowing smoke at her teasingly.
"Well, would you be jealous if another guy fucked it?" Ella said, biting her lip.
"No..." Harry said carefully, ashing his cigarette. "Not if you let me watch," he smiled and took a long drag as Ella laughed part in disbelief, and part out of shock.
"Seriously, you wouldn't get the least bit jealous if you saw another man having me?"
"Maybe it would make me wanna fuck you too, but I wouldn't get jealous," he stated matter-of-factly. "Would you get jealous watching me fuck another girl's pussy?" He grinned mischievously, feeling he had hit a nerve.
Ella wasn't sure how she felt about where the conversation was going, so she changed the subject.
"So, how has the rent situation been with Mike?"
Harry sighed and crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. "I'm still behind. I owe him about $400. I keep giving him what I can a week, and I know he says it's fine, but I can tell he's getting impatient. It gives me anxiety about my living situation because I know he could have someone else here that could pay. Maybe I could help him out with his photography work a bit to make it up to him."
Ella blurted without thinking, "Maybe I could take some photos with him."
Harry got the same conflicted look on his face that he got every time the subject was brought up to him.
Ella quipped almost triumphantly, "Jealous?"
"No," Harry said quickly, "It's just... Mike does erotic photos."