Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

"Yes."

He hands me the drink.

"Thank you."

Graham gulps the rest of his drink and makes another. He sits down next to me. He sits hunched over with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. "You're really serious about it, aren't you?"

"Yes."

He clears his throat and takes a swallow of his drink. "The difficulty about a divorce is that you bring it up right at a time when I'm practically lined up for a promotion, Executive Vice President. But a divorce right now would kill it. I don't mind the idea of a divorce so much, but I'd hate to see it wreck my chances for that job."

"I can believe that."

"… huh?"

"Nothing. No matter."

"But we could work it out maybe. I could give you something to tide you over a few months until the promotion goes through."

"How much?"

"I don't know… I hadn't thought about that. A few thousand maybe. And then later we could work out something on the rest. I could write you a check."

"A cashier's check?"

"You'd have to wait until tomorrow. I'd have to go to the bank for that."

I laugh. "I'm not in that much of a hurry. Shall we say five thousand then?"

"Four."

"All right. I won't argue. Four is enough for a couple of months at least. Then we can take care of the rest of it later based on your new position and all. I'll file for the divorce then. Well, now that that's settled, I feel like another drink… make me one?"

He takes my glass. "You plan to stay the night?"

"Mmm hmm… might as well. T have to go to the bank with you anyway." '

I take my fresh martini from him and poke the olive into my mouth with the little stick. I feel wicked. It has all been marvelously easy with him about the money. "Thanks," I say. I cross my legs so that my robe hikes up over my knees.

He glances down, sneers a little. "If it wasn't for what we were just talking about," he says, "I'd guess you were on the make for me… sitting there like that."

"I just don't feel like wasting the evening… or these drinks. If I'm going to stay here tonight, we might just as well make some use of it."

He looks at me incredulously, shakes his head. "How can you tell me you want a divorce one minute, then try to coax me down on the couch with you the next?"

"Oh don't be so stuffy, Graham. That always was your trouble. Relax… Come on over with me and have a little fun."

"But you still want the divorce?"

"Certainly. Eventually, at least. But let's not think about that now. Come on."

"You're a bitch… a real bitch."

I smile innocently. "Am I…?"

"And you ought to be screwed like a bitch… raped… fucked in your mouth… your ass."

"Graham, how you talk. You wouldn't do such things, we both know that. You couldn't if you tried."

"Couldn't I? Want to try me?"

I laugh. "Sure… but I don't think you're capable of anything more than just climbing on and getting off."

"Strip!"

"Really, Graham… this is so unlike you." I laugh again. I stand up and open my robe and pull it back. I can tell that he is startled to see I'm naked underneath it. I drop the robe on the carpet and kick off my slippers.

"You are a bitch, aren't you?" He steps forward and grabs me by the arms and rather roughly sits me back down on the sofa. He stands in front of me. The muscles of his face are drawn, tense. He unzips his pants. "Get out my cock," he says.

I reach into his trousers and find him swollen but not quite stiff. "Why you're not even hard, Graham," I say. I enjoy teasing him. I draw out his prick. It feels strange holding him like this after so many weeks.

"I'll get there," he says. He presses his cock against my face. "Eat me," he commands.

I laugh. "You shock me, Graham. I didn't think you -"

"Don't talk so much. Just eat me. Suck me…"

I take the head of his prick between my lips. It strikes me funny that he thinks he is degrading me when this is such innocent play compared to other things I've done. But that feeling doesn't last long. He clutches the back of my head and holds me immobile. He rams his cock into my mouth. "Open up wider," he says. His voice is cold, a little frightening. He pushes in even deeper. He starts to slide his prick back and forth between my lips. I realize he doesn't want me to really eat his prick at all. He just wants to fuck me in the mouth with it. He wants to abuse me, make me as miserable as he can. It suddenly all becomes very hateful to me. I gag. He holds my head and fucks my mouth rapidly. My jaw begins to ache. I want to sink my teeth into his prick. But before I can, I gag again. My whole mouth feels numb. I think I am going to vomit.

He stops suddenly, pulls his cock out. My jaws close painfully. "Want to quit?" he says.

I don't answer. I don't want him to think he's getting the best of me. I just sit there working my jaw, trying to make the ache go away.

"Get up then. Bend over the couch. Stick your ass out toward me."

I do as he says. I try to think of a way to get back at him. I feel the head of his prick push against my cunt. He jams it in. He reaches around my ribs and grabs my breasts. He squeezes them. Too hard.

"Oow! Hey, cut it out. You don't have to hurt me."

He grunts, mumbles something I don't understand. He lets go of my breasts but shoves his cock into me harder. He moves his hand between my buttocks and sticks one of his fingers an inch or so into my ass. It hurts. There is nothing romantic about it. Nothing even sensual about it. He uses me like some kind of fucking machine, driving his cock and finger into me as hard as he can. I struggle to get away, but he holds me down.

Then his cock pulls out of my cunt and thrusts into my ass. He has never screwed me in the ass before and I suppose he thinks this is all something new to me. He shoves his prick all the way in to its thick hairy base. I cry out. I twist and turn and try to get away from him. This only seems to excite him more. He rubs my cunt with his fingers. His nails scratch me. His other hand claws at my breasts. He pumps his cock faster in and out of my ass. Then I feel the warm spurts of his cum shoot into me. Unexpectedly, I cum too. It only lasts a moment but the feeling is intense and I forget I am with Graham. We collapse on the sofa. I am glad that it is over. It hurts again when he pulls his prick out of me.

After a minute, Graham gets up and struts about the room, his prick still hanging out of his trousers. He looks at me triumphantly and zips up his pants.

I decide not to let him get the best of me. "Oh, are we through now?" I ask. "I'll put on my robe then." I wink at him. "I kind of wish we were just starting. Maybe later though…"

Graham looks at me confused. "You mean you liked it?"

"Sure… didn't you? Well, I wouldn't say it's the best I've ever had, but if this is the new Graham, it's certainly an improvement over the old. Not that I've changed my mind about a divorce or anything. But I have to admit you were pretty good."

Graham blinks at me unbelieving. "I thought -" His voice catches. "Jesus Christ…" His face changes color. He gulps his drink, forces a laugh. "I really didn't think you'd go for it that way…"

"Oh it was fine. Of course I liked it. I've never been exactly a prude, have I?"

"No… but Christ, how come if. you like it so much, you want a divorce?"

I laugh. "I didn't say I liked it that much."

Graham doesn't answer. He just stares at me. I realize that somehow I have managed to turn his little game around on him. Suddenly I am in the superior position again. I decide to play a little game of my own. I light a cigarette. I hold out my almost empty glass. "Be a dear and make me a fresh one, will you?"

He takes the glass. "Yes… all right." He still looks puzzled. He walks slowly over to the bar. The strut is gone out of him.