Page 165 of S is for SEX

“Okay?” I shrugged as I began to stroke my cock.

“You’ve taken a shit before, right,” she asked.

I rolled my eyes and glanced up at the ceiling before answering.

“Yes,” I said.

“Okay. Now you’re a pretty big dude, so I’m going to guess you take a pretty big shit. Let’s just agree on that, okay?” she said as she nodded her head.

“Alright,” I said, feeling somewhat frustrated with her line of thinking.

“Okay. Now if you’ve taken pretty big shits over the years, I’m going to guess your asshole is about as receptive to having something stuffed in it as my pussy is. Probably a pretty good match. Your ass and my twat. Now ask yourself this. Do you think I could shove that fucker in you and have you not squeal so loud you’d wake the dead? Do you?” she asked.

I shook my head and chuckled. I had no idea where she was headed with the shit-talk, but she made a good point. Sam never had a problem challenging me if she disagreed, and I respected her for it. My job, in my opinion, was to make sure she felt the way she believed she felt.

I continued to stroke my cock as I stared at her.

“Guess not,” I said flatly.

“Huh. Point made,” she said as she turned to face the screen.

As the lights began to dim, and the sound system began to emit Dolby THX bouncing ball bullshit around the room, I stroked my cock and tilted my head her direction.

“One more question,” I said as I leaned her direction.

“Shoot,” she whispered.

I leaned my head onto her shoulder and glanced up into her eyes.

“When you’re watching a movie, do you ever turn around and watch the people behind you?” I asked.

She shook her head, “No, I watch the movie.”

“Who’s behind us?” I asked.

“Nobody, Otis. We’re in the back row,” she whispered.

“So the only people who can see us are in front, right?”

“Yeah,” she responded.

“And we just agreed they’re not going to turn around, right?” I asked as I lifted my head from her shoulder.

“Forget it, Otis,” she said.

I released my cock from my grip and reached for her hair. After lifting the blonde strands over her left ear and carefully draping them behind it, I admired her beautiful face. After a few seconds of admiration, I leaned toward her and bit the bottom of her ear between my teeth. With her earlobe in my teeth, I growled into her ear.

“You sexy little bitch,” I breathed against her ear.

I reached over with my left hand and grabbed her boob. As I began to squeeze it in my hand, she started to moan quietly. While she wiggled in her seat and groaned, I inhaled an audible breath through my clenched teeth and exhaled slowly into her ear.

“Reach over here and grab my fucking cock, Sam,” I breathed.

Without speaking, her hand fumbled in my lap until she found my rigid cock. As she began to slowly stroke it, I bit into her earlobe with slightly more force and exhaled into her ear again. Immediately, her shoulder jerked and she tilted her head to the side, pressing against the side of my face.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she breathed.

“And you’re pissing me off. Since when do you not listen to me? This time I’m not asking, I’m telling. Get your sexy little cock sucking mouth down there in front of me and suck my cock, Sam,” I breathed as I released her ear and pointed to the floor.

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