Cum For The Invisible Man
By Virginia Wade
Copyright © 2012 Virginia Wade
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Published by I Love Stacy
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Dedicated to thejamminjabber, who inspired me to write this story.
Chapter One
I was in the hallway of my apartment, digging in my purse for my keys, when my neighbor, Joshua Bradshaw, approached carrying several bags of groceries.
“Hey, Kelly.”
“Oh, hi, Josh. How are ya?”
“Good and you?”
“Oh, just fantastic as always,” I said sarcastically, inserting the key into the lock.
“Have you gotten the notice for the rent increase yet?”
“Um, not yet.” I glanced at him, seeing a tall man with dark hair who was pleasant to look at. He’d asked me out once before…but I was in an on and off relationship with my boyfriend, Damon, and things…were complicated.
“Rumor is it’s ten percent.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, it sucks. So much for rent control.”
I sighed. “Well, nothing ever goes down, does it?” I waved to him before closing the door. “See ya.”
“Bye, Kelly.”
It was good to be home from work. I placed my handbag on a table and flung off my heels. My apartment was tiny with a galley kitchen, an open living room, and one bedroom. I changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, pulling my brown hair into a ponytail. Grabbing a bag of nacho chips and salsa, I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, browsing through my ‘now playing’ list for anything interesting to watch.
My cell vibrated, and I answered it. “Hello?”
“Hey, hon.”
“Hi, Damon.”
“I know we need to talk…I…”
“Look, forget about it.” I held my face in my hand. “Maybe it’s just not gonna work between us. I can’t hang out waiting forever for you to make up your mind.”
“I’m sorry, Kelly.”
“If you want to date Angel, then do it.”
“Fuck.”
I was so tired of being last on his list and now this. “Where are you?” Why did you ask that? You know where he is. With her!
“At my parents.”
Liar! “Say hi to your mom for me.”
“Sure. Look, Kelly, I want to see you.”
My heart began pounding. “Okay.”
“How about the weekend? Let’s get together.”
No! Don’t do it. “Maybe. Give me a call later in the week.”
“Okay, I will. I’m sorry, Kelly. I really am. I never said I was perfect. You knew that about me from the start.”
Yeah, dumb ass, and what did you do? Dove right into it, knowing he was nothing but trouble. “We’ll talk about it this weekend.”
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
“Yeah.”
“I love you.”
And that hurt worst of all. “I…love you too.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
I sighed and rested my head against the sofa. I could never trust him again, but…I missed him. I hated being alone. My work as an architect wasn’t enough to sustain me. I so desperately wanted a man in my life that I could count on and maybe start a family with. Damon, although hot as hell and sex on legs, wasn’t the guy for me.
Later that evening, after a hot bath, I sat on the bed and applied lotion. The clicking of the front door distracted me from my task. Snatching a robe, I peeked out into the living room and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
“Damon?” He was the only one with a key.
Of course that wasn’t Damon. He was in New Jersey with…what’s her name. Ugh. As I finished applying lotion, I felt little tingles pulsing in my pussy, taunting me to seek self-gratification and release. Masturbating was highly enjoyable, and, when I didn’t have a man in my life, there certainly was no reason not to indulge myself.
Opening a drawer in the nightstand, I retrieved my dildo, which was about six inches of pink perfection in the shape of a yummy cock. The rubber felt heavy in my hand and warm. It would be even more so when I had it buried in my cunt. A bottle of almond oil was nearby, and, after dimming the lights and drawing the curtains, I sat on the bed, erotic anticipation dampening my crotch.
“Oh, yeah. Come to mama.”
I spread my legs, pouring oil onto the hairless skin above my clit. The toy was in my hand, being rubbed over the wetness, coating the rubber in the lightly fragranced fluid. Lying back, I sighed with bliss as I worked the dildo, rubbing it up and down over my slit, savoring the pleasure it brought me.
“Oh, yes,” I hissed between my teeth.
A strange movement caught my attention at the foot of the bed, and I sat up suddenly, staring at the space between the bed and the door. I could have sworn I saw something…something moving…but…there was nothing there. I stared long and hard at the door and the hallway, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.
Settling back in, I continued to run the fake cock up and down my slit, sometimes letting it sink into my hole by an inch or two. I loved teasing myself and priming my pussy, over and over, before taking the end of the dildo and ramming it home.
“Ooohh…”
My breasts quivered with the movement of my tummy, which trembled with anticipation. How I wished this were a real cock, attached to a flesh and blood man. I was so tired of having to masturbate to get off. What I wouldn’t give for a boyfriend or a husband who wanted to be in my life to love and satisfy me.
“Oohh…yes…”
I wanted the tool deep in my pussy, but I held back, drawing out the anticipation. I ran it up and down, pushing it against my clit, again and again, inflaming me with each pass. I was wet now, not just from the oil, but from my own arousal. When I finally reached the point where I couldn’t take it anymore, I drove it in deep and pulled it in and out slightly, over and over, while my free hand manipulated my clit. This combination would send me over the edge into climatic oblivion.
“God…fuck me…fuck me…”
I didn’t want to cum so soon, so I pulled it out and brought it to my lips, where I sucked it. The end was shaped exactly like a penis, and the plastic smelled lightly of my pussy juices and heavily of almond oil. I plunged the dildo down my throat, gagging, only to withdraw it again. I nibbled on the curved end of the plastic and pretended it was a real, honest to God cock.
“Ummmm…” My needy orifice demanded its return, and I plunged it in deep, sighing with bliss. “Ooohh…fuck me…”
I could continue this sensual torture for quite some time, being in no rush to hurtle towards the finish line. I needed something more tonight to get me off, and I wanted to take things further. Six inches was perfect for what I had in mind, and, grabbing the oil, my tummy tingled in anticipation of what I was about to do next.
As I smeared the fluid on my anus, drops dripped to the sheet beneath me. I occasionally enjoyed playing in dark and dirty places, because the pressure and the pain would be immense, flinging me off the cliff of lust. Something blurred again before me, but I didn’t pay it any attention. I was far too immersed in my sex game to stop now. I was alone in my apartment, the door was locked, and I was about to get really naughty.
“Yes, you little cock. Get in there.”
I pushed the head of the dildo against my bumhole, feeling the tip embedding ever so slightly. Lifting my legs, I gave myself better access and pushed where it hurt, knowing that this was the entrance I sought. I touched my clit, feeling the swollen lump and how distended it had become.
“Oh…yeah…fuck my ass…” Grasping the dildo, I pushed harder to get the head to sink in. “Oh, shit!” I paused, pain flickering intensely, my muscles pulsing around the intrusion. “Oh, fuck-shit!”
I had to relax…relax! Very slowly, I began to press and withdraw, not letting it slip out all the way. It was beginning to sink, but I had to be gentle or else I would bleed, as I had before. I breathed deeply and rested my head on a pillow while the object in my ass opened me up to impossible breadths.
“Now we have it…oh…yeah…”
One more little push and the fat end submerged, filling my cavity with its plastic goodness. The worst was over, and now the fun could begin, as I pushed and pulled, driving the cock in and out. My free hand found my clit, rubbing, teasing, and propelling me into the bliss that threatened pleasurably.
“Oh, yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Take that cock, you dirty whore.” I moaned uncontrollably.
I wouldn’t last long, and I knew it. The pressure was too great, and my pussy dripped, moisture wetting the insides of my thighs.
“Ooohh…God…ooohh….God…”
The rubber cock was being manipulated deeper and deeper with each thrust, filling me entirely. It was such a dirty feeling, knowing something was in a place where it shouldn’t be and that it felt heavenly being there. Flinging my head against my pillow, I let out a staggered, breathy moan that had me convulsing with an incredible orgasm.
“Oh-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!”
My entire pelvic region was trembling and pulsing with pleasure, while the dildo remained buried to the hilt in a naughty place. I glanced up, finally, opening my eyes, only to witness something absolutely bizarre. At the foot of my bed, a movement blurred, and then something white began to squirt into the air. Not only that, but I detected a manly groan, which was perplexing. The wetness shot out in small streams, peppering my carpet.
What the hell?
I had a dildo in my bum, which I had yet to remove. Gently, I pulled on it, the end hurting as the broad tip opened my anus. When it slid free, I held it in my hands, wanting to wash it off, but wondering at what I had just seen. What had shot through the air like that? Why did I have the feeling that I wasn’t alone? But, I was alone! There was no one in the room but me.
What the hell is going on?
Chapter Two
I never did see Damon on the weekend. I had a project to finish at work, and I ended up toiling in the office all day, not being able to check my messages. He didn’t bother to call after that, which was telling. He was with what’s her name, and I was alone, as usual. I drowned in my sorrows by diving into a pint of Häagen-Dazs and watching a marathon of sappy movies. I’d fallen asleep on the sofa, but somehow, miraculously, ended up in my bed with the covers around me. Weird. I put it down to ice cream induced sleepwalking.
A neighbor was having a party, and I reluctantly agreed to join, but I lacked the energy and the will for this activity. I wanted to grab a bottle of wine and stew in my misery, but, instead, I forced myself to get in the shower and get dressed. When I arrived, the festivities were in full swing, and I found myself in the kitchen with my neighbor, Joshua, of all people. He’d worn a suit with a blue tie.
“They ever find out who set off the fire alarm last week?” he asked.
“No.” I took a sip of wine. “Hoodlums probably.”
“Are you with that firm on Hudson Street?”
I shook my head. “Madison Avenue.”
“Oh.”
He stared at me peculiarly, and I began to feel…weird. “And you’re a lab tech, right?”
“I work in a lab. I’m a physicist.”
My eyes widened. “Oh.”
“I dabble in molecular biology as well…and some other things.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“You’ve no idea.”
He smiled, and damned if I didn’t tingle in some weird places at that meaningful, intimate look. “What’s your alma mater?”
“Cornell.”
I nearly choked on my wine. “Omigod! You’re kidding? What year?”
“Class of 08.”
“I graduated in 09.”
“We must have passed each other like ships in the night.”
“The physical science building was close, so probably.”
“What dorm were you in?”