Never Let Me Go

 

A tall figure sat in the corner staring at the girl with the blue sparkling dress fitting ever so tightly to a body that should only belong to him. She sat at a bar chatting away at the unsuspecting male companion who only looked up from her tits when she said something funny. 

 When he kills him he would make sure to gauge out his eyes to prove a point. He would let her have fun…for a while.

The fact that she was simply ignoring his presence pissed him off to no end. But the gentleman he pretended to be wouldn’t allow him to go and disturbed the not so platonic conversation unfolding before him. He should have left her alone. Let her be. Give her up so some man that could give her what he couldn’t.  A life of normalcy, happiness, children, a guarantee that she would wake up every day of her life knowing what life held before her. But he couldn’t do it.

 

What the fuck is he doing here, Sophie thought to herself. She could feel the mark on her shoulder start to tingle. Refusing to glance over her shoulder for fear that she would just drop everything and go running into his lap, forgetting that it had been five fucking years since he graced her with his presence.  Fuck Him glad he’s watching, surely the asshole couldn’t think I wouldn’t socialize or have a life. Did he think I would sit at home brooding over him, wondering if I’d ever see him again?  Pshh. I’m going live my life with or without him.

“Excuse me Nick; I’ve got to go to the bathroom”. He looked up from her chest and decided to acknowledge her statement. “What? O h, yeah. Okay I‘ll wait right here for you sexy.” He winked at her as she slid off the stool watching as her ass jiggle as she walked away. He sat in wonder of how in the world she fit that thing in that small ass dress she was wearing.

 

 

Sophie looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t understand what was so special about her that he wanted so fucking much. The fact that he just dropped in, not at her house or anything but on her date!   The things I planned to do with that man…I can just imagine with those big feet and hands what he is packing. Tonight was really going to be the night. For the first time in nearly two years I’ve decided to get laid. And not by just any dick, prime fucking dick. Kay maybe I wasn’t going to fuck him. But I was going to have my fun. Now look at me.

“Yes look at you. Such a lovely site.”  Standing six foot nine he towered over her five foot four height. She couldn’t understand whether he could read her mind or if she was just that transparent to him. As ancient as he was, one time she asked him how old he was and he said older then time itself, she figured he would just do about anything.

 He stood behind pressing his throbbing dick on her plump ass as he looked at her in the mirror. She looked into the strange purple eyes that had shattered her over and over and over again without lifting a single finger. The feel of his fingers rolling up her dress felt so familiar. She even allowed her body to relax in him.

 He smelled of a cool spring day right after a rain shower, so fresh, so calming, and such a fucking illusion. As his finger crept up the inside of her thigh, he discovered something that both pleased him and pissed him off at the same time. 

“You my dear are not wearing any panties. Tisk tisk tisk” He breathed in her ear as he stroked inside his pussy lips and started coating her swollen clit with her wetness.

 “Hmm it’s dripping. It’s nice to know I still have this effect on you. But I wonder ….”

 She cursed her body at that moment for betraying her. For giving him what he wanted. What she wanted, but had denied herself.

 “Is this for me or him?  I saw how he was looking at my titts.” With his free hand he reached up and released her breast form its halter top prison.

“Have you let him touch my breast? I would understand if you had. They are most sensitive. Look sweetheart.” With his prompting she opened her eyes that had closed on their own. She watched him play with her nipple. He made the small little black pebble impossibly harder than it was before.

“So tell me honey, who is your body craving? She shook her head refusing to give in. He quickly abandoned his post at her breast and tried to stick is middle finger inside her.

Without prompting she widened he stance letting allowing him to go deeper. He hissed as if someone had just seared his dick.

 “Shit Sophie”. He said between clenched teeth.

“Your body is made just for me. You know that don’t you? I can feel your little pussy gripping around my finger. This is only my dick belong. Do you understand Sophie?” She moaned in response.  Dropping down to his knees he lifted the bottom half of her dress above her ass leaving her in display for whatever he wanted. She bit her bottom lip enjoying the feel of him wreaking havoc on her pussy.

“You cunt is fucking tight.” Shit! I’m going to fuck him. Five years of nothing and now I’m going to sit here and let him do whatever he wants to do.

“Oh honey, don’t be so hard on yourself.”  He said as he licked the crease of where her ass cheeks met. Abandoning her pussy he kneaded her luscious butt in his hands. Enjoying the way each cheek bounced each time he gave them a slap.

“If the role was reversed I’d let you fuck me till the cows came home. Turn around for me baby.” She did as she was asked. He lifted her leg over his shoulder and put his face directly on cunt. Inhaling deeply remembering the place his dick considered home. Spreading her lips his finger he found her clit and licked it with his tongue. It was so hard for him. He knew she was ready to come even though he had just started with her. With the two of them it was always like that. One time he made her come by just looking at her. Bracing herself she grasped the silk strains of his hair as her knees gave in as her hips started to buck against his tongue sucking it in as he fucked her with it. 

A tingle started to build in her pussy causing her to spasm around his tongue. It was a wonder to her how he was able to reach so far inside her. She never could explain the power he had over her. The power Sophie gave freely and he readily accepted. This was their relationship in the beginning both giving both taking.

But never as equals.

Never on the same playing field.

That’s the way he liked it. It had been that way until he left her without a word.  The knife of rejection stabbed at her heart. Depressing music and food were her only comforts. Fuck this shit.

She shoved at his head stopping him from his work and pulled down her dress. He looked at not in the least disturbed by the fact she had made him stop. Standing up he simply walked out. Sophie needed time to adjust to the reality that he was back into her life and not going anywhere.