Day 40 – Bitch Please – Short Story

“That’s it, that’s my catchphrase,” he says as he looks down on her naked, sweaty body, as he grips her breasts and continues to thrust into her.
“Bitch please, is not a cat-catchat… Oh god I’m cumming, harder, fuck me harder!” She yells, he thrusts back and forth quicker and harder as she screams in ecstasy, he feels a gush of warm fluid splash over his groin and he too lets loose, burying himself deep as he reaches orgasm, and then collapses beside her, sweat running off them both, for a few moments they lie there, both trying to catch their breath.
She pushes him off her and grabs a cigarette from a packet on the bedside table and lights it up, taking a long, deep drag.
“Bitch please is so not your catchphrase Sammy,” she says as she hands him the cigarette.
“What? Why not?” He asks taking a drag of the cigarette and hands it back.
“It’s just not you, if you had a catchphrase it would be more like, hello mac fly, is anyone home?” She says with a giggle.
“What, are you comparing me to biff?”
“If the shoes fits.”
“Like fuck it does, bitch please is so me,” Sammy says as he sits up and looks at the clock. “Was that really only five minutes?”
“Best five minutes of my day,” she says as she wraps her arms around him, and kisses his tummy.
“Bitch please, you don’t need to make me feel good about it,” Sammy says with a smile.
“You’re really going to go with bitch please?”
“It’s so me,” he says as he looks down at her and smiles. “Anyway, I’ve got to get my shit together, the day is young and your husband is going to be back soon, and I don’t want to be here when he gets home.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s five times my size and wouldn’t even break a sweat kicking my arse, that’s why,” he says as he grabs his pants off the floor and slips into them.
“I think he’d like you,” she says, he stops and turns to her.
“What are you trying to say?”
“What?”
“Are you hinting at something, like your old man’s a swinger?”
“Honey, you’d be surprised what my husband is, I’m just saying he’d enjoy you as much as I do.”
“And what’s that meant to mean?”
“Nothing, stop reading into what I’m saying, I’m just teasing,” she says with a laugh, he relaxes and gets back to dressing himself.
“Well, stop it, you scared the shit out of me,” he says as he throws on his t-shirt.
“Why?”
“Well for starters, a guy like that would be hung like a horse, and I don’t want it anywhere near me, let alone in me.”
“Honey, you don’t know what you can do until you have to, besides, he’s real gentle with it, hit’s all the right spots and all, you’ll see,” she says with a wry smile, he turns to her again, with a puzzled look on his face.
“Are you fucking with me again?”
She laughs and collapse on the bed, “Maybe,” she says playfully. “And maybe not.”
“It’s not funny,” he says, he freeze in place as he hears a door close in one of the rooms beyond the bed room and throws her a panicked looked, but she just smiles.
“What?”
“Is he fucking home?” he whispers.
She laughs again, “Oh honey, you need to relax, just go with the flow, Dorian is not that scary.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he says as the bedroom door opens and Dorian walks in, standing almost seven feet tall with shoulders as wide as the door frame, he looks at her and then at Sammy and his face screws up into one of pure anger, the urine runs down Sammy’s leg quickly and forms a growing puddle at his feet, “Oh fuck,” he whispers.
Dorian looks down at the puddle and then back to his wife and his face relaxes and he smiles and looks back at Sammy, “I think you sprung a leak kid,” he says, Sammy stands there, still frozen in fear.
“W-W-What the f-f-fuck is ha-ha-happening?” Sammy says as he looks at her and then back at Dorian.
“Why don’t you get on your knees and I’ll show you,” Dorian says as he undoes his belt and drops his trousers, revealing his, large, growing member, his eyes widen as does Dorian’s hardening penis and he looks at her in fear and panic.
“Bitch please,” she says, “You’ve got this.”

 

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. as says:

    Very energetic blog, I liked that bit. Will there be a part
    2?

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  2. Reblogged this on Postcard from a Pigeon and commented:
    Day 39 in Mathew Tonks’ epic short story journey

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  3. Ouch, schlung by his own petard, so to speak. Nice one.

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    1. Matthew Tonks says:

      As soon as I made the decision to have him be over the moon about it being his catchphrase I really wanted it to come back and bite him on the bum.

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      1. There is a close familiarity between smug and schmuck, I’ve always thought

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      2. Matthew Tonks says:

        I think for him they merged into one and the same

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      3. But surprising and deftly done, all the same

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