Jason knew that there was something wrong with his girlfriend, Karla but he couldn't put his finger on it. She was withdrawn and distant. He had asked her about it but she wasn't talking. She kept saying that nothing was wrong, but deep down Jason knew that he should have pushed harder to find out the truth. He just didn't know the right way to reach Karla.
It was supposed to be the most special evening of the year. It was Karla and Jason's one year anniversary. They hadn't been having much sex but Jason wasn't too worried about it. He knew that once whatever was bothering Karla was processed, that she would be fine again and things would go back to normal. That's what he hoped, anyway.
Karla came down the stairs of their condominium wearing a tangerine-colored dress that was way too tight and showed off every curve of her luscious body. She walked daintily in her heels as if she had no idea how sexy she was and the effect that she was having on his cock. The fact that she didn't realize the power of her own beauty made her even more attractive. Jason didn't know if he could make it to the end of the night to have sex with her. In fact, he knew he couldn't. By the time she was all the way down the stairs, his cock was so hard that he had no choice but to make a move.
"Karla," he grabbed her face, cupping her chin with one hand and gently caressing her cheek with the other, "you look so beautiful tonight." He pulled her to him and kissed her slowly and carefully, knowing that she had spent a long time on her makeup and she wasn't ready to ruin it before they went out. His kisses were tender and Karla felt herself responding. She knew that Jason knew that something was wrong with her. She just didn't have the heart to tell him what it was.
Men had such fragile egos and they were territorial. They had an instinct to protect and Jason was no different. She couldn't tell him the truth and she could tell that he was starting to really wonder what was wrong. If she wasn't careful, he would figure things out and she would have a lot of explaining to do.
"Karla, I need you right now. I need you so much..." Jason was being so passionate and so caring that it truly moved Karla. She was just about to push him away when she realized something. It was their one-year anniversary and she had been letting her issues get the best of her. She loved Jason and she wanted to show him how much. She hadn't given him sex in a while and she knew that he was trying his hardest not to bother her about it. She was happy she had a man who respected her so much that he was putting her first, before his sexual needs.
"I need you too..." she trailed off as their kisses heightened in intensity until she didn't care about her makeup anymore. In fact, she didn't even care about going out to eat or to the movies like they had planned. She wanted to make love with Jason now. She began to tug at his belt right there at the bottom of the stairs. He let her do it, working his belt and pants open until she could get to his cock.
By the time she pulled it out, Jason's cock was fully hard. She dropped to her knees on the tile floor, not caring that it might hurt after a while. She wasn't thinking like she usually was. Karla felt crazed in a way she never had before. She felt the full intensity of her emotions for Jason as she gripped his cock in her right hand and guided it into her mouth.
Jason watched as Karla's lips wrapped around his cock. He had always wondered what she really thought of his dick. He had always wondered whether he was big enough for her or not but it was times like these that he felt the biggest. She was already choking on his dick and he liked the way it made her look to have a cock bulging out of her mouth and her eyes wide with worry that she was going to choke. He wanted to fuck her face a bit, but he knew that she couldn't handle it and he didn't want to make her throw up.
Karla could tell that Jason wanted to fuck her face and there was a part of her that wished that he would just do it. She flashed back to that night, three months ago, the one that had changed everything. It was the night Jaeger had raped her. She recalled the sickening grip of Jaeger's hand on her hair, pulling her toward his dick. She felt the sting of his cock slapping her cheek in her mind as she continued to suck Jason's cock.
She wished that Jason wasn't such a pussy and somehow, that made her feel like shit about herself. The truth was, she hadn't told Jason what had happened with Jaeger. She hadn't told anyone and she wasn't planning on telling. She needed to keep this to herself. She didn't want people thinking differently about her or seeing her as a victim. She also didn't want anyone to know just how much she had enjoyed what happened to her.
She flashed back again to Jaeger, his big, fat dick plowing her throat. He fucked her other holes too, and she remembered how delicious it had been when Jaeger's huge cock had entered her for the first time. Prior to that, she had only slept with two men, Jason, and her ex-boyfriend Henry. That was it. She didn't have tons of experience, but what she did know what that the experiences she had leading up to Jaeger had not prepared her for what she was feeling now.
She pulled away from Jason to tell him that he could fuck her face a bit harder but before she could speak he was already asking her to pull her dress up so that he could fuck her. She listened, pulling up her dress and then pulling down her panties until they were wrapped around her high-heels. She waddled over to the sitting room, where the pristine couch that they rarely sat on took up most of the small room. She flopped over the side of the couch in a less than sexy way.
