Shape

Break Up Fuck

The incessant vibrating of her iPhone was like a jack hammer drilling into her head.  Callista’s beautiful one bed room garden apartment with nice views of upper Santa Monica had morphed into a cell from Papillon – at least, that’s what it felt like.  Jack was a dick, and an ass, and not taking it sitting down.  Dumping someone over text is pretty looked down upon, but if you knew Jack and his penchant for over-the-top rage when he didn’t get his way, it was understandable why she had to do it this way.  Volley after volley of texts hit her device and made it bounce like a superball on a subwoofer.

Callista touched her face and rubbed her eyes as she dreamed to be anyplace but here – and suddenly the vibrating stopped.  She must be dreaming, she must be delusional there’s no way Jack has given up.  There were a lot of words to describe him but quitter wasn’t one of them.  Maybe he had come to his senses?  Maybe he had realized that she was right, and that they were different people and that her wanting her own life and own career, separate from him, wasn’t crazy after all.  A faint smile appeared in the corner of her mouth as she settled into the idea that it was finally over, ‘til her phone rang.  It’s hard to describe the cocktail of fear, anticipation and paralysis that washed over Callista like a tidal wave.  Surely nothing good can come from talking to him.  It’s impossible to reconcile, inadvisable to try, inconceivable that it could work – or could it?  She pressed the green button.

Jack

Is this really what you want?   Is this really what you fucking want?!

The words reverberated through her and throughout her apartment like whole notes from an upright bass.  Unwilling, unable to answer – unconcerned with the trajectory of this story arc she just listened.

Jack 

Hello?  Are you there?  I can hear you breathing.  Say something Goddamn it!

As his anger again crested to a fever pitch, she felt the phone slipping from her hand. She felt lightheaded, she felt the walls expand and the floor ripple…and then down she went – like a sack of potatoes.  Callista came to, realized that she’d fainted and was now horizontal and looking at the world’s ugliest ceiling fan.  From her distant iPhone she could hear Jack, still yelling, still trying to use his aggression and dominance to somehow woo her into a life of serving him and denying herself.  In the mists of this chaos she heard the most peculiar sound – a dog barking.  Barking dogs aren’t rare, especially in Santa Monica. But this dog was – special.  Her neighbors didn’t own a dog so who he was or how he got there, was a mystery.  But as she grabbed her phone and walked to her balcony to see what the barking was all about she saw him.  An adamant Black Lab standing on the other side of the street, barking at her, demanding her to pay attention to him.  He seemed to have no other purpose in life than to communicate with her and his message was clear – Callista needed to leave.

Moments later she was in her car holding the remnants of last night iced coffee, wearing cheap sunglasses staring at a full tank of gas.  And just like that she drove east on the I-10 through cities and counties and towns and roadside fruit stands till she couldn’t take it anymore.  The heat and the sun and the depression made her seek refuge at the first lodging she could find, Betty Beauford’s Cottage in.

Callista stumbled into the small manager’s office and banged on the desk bell until a scruffy, six foot-ish man with wavy brown hair appeared from a back room.  The grease on his tattered T shirt and the roughness of his hands meant he was just fixing something.

Dennis

Yeah.  Can I help you?

Callista

Is this place open?  Looks like a morgue around here.

Dennis

That’s because we’re renovating.  No guests as of present.  It’s the middle of winter. 

Callista

It’s kind of warm for winter.

Dennis eyes Callista like he’s not sure if he should flirt with her or diss her.

Dennis

That’s ‘cause you’re in the middle of the desert.  Come back in three months and it’ll be 110.

Callista looks surprised but rolls with it.

Callista

Can I get a room?

Dennis smiles, produces a room key and turns the guest register to her so she can sign it.  Callista smiles as she scribbles her name.

Dennis 

Will Mr. Anderson be joining us as well?

Callista

I’m not married.

Dennis

Really.  I would have thought someone as cute as you would have been snatched up years ago.

He was good with his flirting.  Self-assured, direct, funny…this guy could be trouble she thought to herself.  Adjourning to her room Callista makes herself at home.  The quaint room is tastefully decorated with a red paisley comforter and large drapes masking the bay window.  Minutes later Callista was restless…so she headed back to the office.

Callista

Where can I get a drink near here?

Dennis eyes here with the same flirty confusion and then effortlessly produces an ice cold beer from a hidden refrigerator under the counter.  He opens it and serves it to Callista.

Callista

C’mon now.  I hate to drink alone.

Dennis

I’m on the clock.

Callista

I think you’re safe.  Seeing as I’m your only guest..

Dennis smiles and grabs himself a beer.

Dennis

Follow me.

Callista follows Dennis as he leads her around the back to a hot tub that’s not visible from the street.  In contrast to the old school charm of the cottage this hot tub is new and shiny.

Callista

What do we have here?

Dennis

A little entertainment when it gets too crowded around here.  Callista sips her beer and studies the hot tub. 

Callista

It’s a shame I don’t have my suit.

Dennis turns to face her, gives a faint smile of acknowledgement and then pulls off his T shirt to reveal sculpted pecs and a nice set of abs.  He looks deep into Callista’s eyes as he begins to unbutton his pants.  She sips her beer quietly and watches as his tanned and toned body emerges from the faded jeans.  He turns on the jets of the hot tub and slips in, still keeping eye contact with Callista.

Once in the water he reaches under the surface and with some wiggling throws his wet boxers on the ground next to the hot tub.  Callista studies him, weighing her options as she thinks.

Dennis

Don’t tell me you’re afraid to get wet.

Callista

Wet is one of my favorite things to be.

Callista slowly unbuttons her blouse while staring into Dennis’ eyes.  She strips down to her bra and panties and then hops in the tub.

Dennis

That’s all I get?

Callista

Yeah.  It’s not even your birthday.

Dennis

And if it was?

Callista

I’d have to give you a present.

The bubbles become more intense as the flirting continues.  Callista sits across from Dennis, eyeing him.  Contemplating this crazy day and this crazy man who’s convinced her to hop into a hot tub.

Dennis

We should play a game.

Callista

What did you have in mind?

Dennis

Never have I ever?

Callista smiles. 

Callista

It’s only my first beer.  I’m not sure I’ll have good answers.  But.. go ahead.

Dennis

When was the last time you were in a relationship?

Callista

What time is it?

Dennis smiles and the both share a drink.

Dennis

Who ended it?

Callista

I did.

Dennis

And how do you feel about it?

Callista

I’d like to forget it completely.  Got any ideas?

With the uttering of that simple question Dennis slowly and deliberately moved towards Callista’s side of the tub.  She could feel her heart race as the blood shot through the limbs of her body.  Dennis is right in front of her now, staring.  He leans in but instead of a kiss he takes a big inhale of her hair and lingers there.  Under the water his hands touch Callista’s supple thighs.  Dennis begins to whisper something she can’t quite hear.  His sniffing becomes feather light kisses on her neck as he continues to mumble something she can’t make out.  Dennis’ hands slide up the side of Callista’s rib cage.  He gently brushes against each of her nipples make them erect as they strain against her bra.  With a flash, Dennis’ hands moved to Callista’s back and poof her bra begins to fall off her shoulders.  Dennis pulls it off her and tosses it out of the Jacuzzi on to the floor.  His hands slowly covers each of her breasts as his thumbs begin to make small circles around Callista’s erect nipples.  Her breathing is faint and labored as she stares at him.

Dennis

Did you love him?

Callista

Very much.

Dennis

Then why did you dump him?

Callista

He didn’t know how to fuck me good.

The tacit admission floated across the bubbling water and settled into Dennis’ ears.  He stared deep into Callista’s eyes as his left hand disappeared under the water.  Callista felt his thick fingers caress her mound over her panties.  Dennis gave her legs a little nudge and they fell open, inviting him. Without warning he kissed Callista ever so softly on the lips.  Her hungry mouth devoured his as his fingers probed the expanse of the edge of her panties.  Callista broke the kiss and asked him why he was teasing her…and without hesitation his index finger found the opening of her pussy lips.  He seemed content to kiss her and to just rub them.  Callista was unsure if he was lacking in skill, or was some kind of a sadistic lover that was going to torture her through arousal until she begged him for it. Dennis then placed a hard kiss on her mouth as his tongue explored.  With a gasp he pushed just the tip of his index finger inside her.  Callista gasped and grabbed his muscular arms and continued to kiss him.  Step by step, inch by inch Dennis pushed his finger inside her…and then he suddenly withdrew it.  Callista wasn’t sure what was going on, until she felt two of his fingers slide inside her.  She kissed him hungrily as he finger banged her in the tub.  Her labored breathing, became, labored moans as he stared at her.  Dennis moved between her legs and put her arms around him.

And just like that she felt the head of his cock pressing against her fold.  His cock was thick.  Callista let out a yelp as he pushed the head inside her.  Dennis kissed her softly and slowly began to push his cock deeper, and deeper.  The anticipation was overwhelming.  He didn’t want to fuck her as much as he wanted to taste her, experience her, and sample her like a fine wine.

His girth was halfway inside her now, driving her crazy.  Callista begin to squirm and buck slightly.  His throbbing cock seemed to have no ending.

Callista

Please, please…

Dennis

Please what?

Callista

Please fuck me.

And with the uttering of that phrase Dennis drove deep inside Callista.  His massive thrust sent a wave across the tub and over the side.  He drew his long cock almost completely out…and then slammed it back in again.  Callista wrapped her arms arm him and took it.  Thrust after thrust, push after push opening her legs as wide as possible to get even more of him inside her.  Callista had had many lovers, but never had she been fucked like this.  Dennis had pinned her against the wall of the tub, drilling her deep and hard.  “Look at me….look at me when I’m fucking you”. She looked right in Dennis’s eyes.  With each dive inside her, Callista felt herself losing herself to Dennis.  He was a magic man with a magic cock and he might not even know it.  As Callista pulled Dennis closer to her she felt the water get warmer.  Maybe she was losing her mind, maybe the intoxicating mix of epinephrine, testosterone and ecstasy was making her vulnerable to the sweet sticky game of Dennis.

Their sensual dance was picking up in pace.  Callista didn’t care about her ex, her job, her car or even her life at this moment.  All she cared about was Dennis’ pleasure and how much she needed him to cum.  As Dennis leaned in for another hungry kiss as he fucked her on the edge of the tub she whispered something into his ear.

“Fuck me like the wife I want to be, like the slut I used to be.”  With the uttering of that phrase the fucking came to an abrupt halt.  Callista was first confused, then panicked that she’d once again ruined a good thing by thinking too much.

“Turn around “…he’s command took on an authoritative tone that made Callista’s pussy tingle.  There is something about a man wiling to say exactly what it is that he wants that is irresistible Callista thought to herself.  As she began to turn slowly around Dennis grabbed her.  She felt his fingers, on fire with desire, position her, and instruct her to lean forward to push her ass in the air.  She did as instructed and was treated to the biggest, fattest cock to ever push inside her.  He gasped as the head of Dennis’ cock plunged inside her.  She tried to speak as plumbed deeper and deeper inside her chasm.  This wasn’t love making, this wasn’t coitus – this was fucking, cold, hard fucking.

Like a stallion that had been locked up all day, Dennis was relentless with his stroke.  She wasn’t sure if he was trying to make her cum or poke a hole in her …and she didn’t care.  Her perky tits and erect nipples welcomed the cascading water splashes that his hip violence was making airborne.  Then she felt it, the shallowness of the finish of his stroke, the arching of his back, the faintness in his breathing.  He was going to cum and Callista was going to make sure that this orgasm had her name on it.  Callista removed her right hand from the side of the tub and slid it under the water, between her legs.  She found his swollen balls attempting to swing in the bubbling water and she began to slowly caress them, to tug on them, to make them pay attention to her.

His breathing is shallow, his thrust is hard as Dennis forces Callista to arch her back even more so he can get every inch of his cock inside her. “Tell me I’m your favorite.  Tell me I’m your favorite!”  Callista barked at him as she held his balls firm.

“You’re my…” before he could even say it, before he could even fulfill his mission Callista clamped her hand down hard on his balls.  Dennis began to buck and moan as she squeezed harder.  Dennis let out some sort of half moan half yelp before she gave his balls one last squeeze.  Dennis began to buck wildly as his fingers dug hard into Callista’s hips.  She felt his cock exploded and fill her with his seed.  Dennis tried to stop but Callista kept pushing back against him, milking his cock for more and more cum.

Dennis stumbled backward and fell against the far side of the tub.  Callista quickly turned and pursued him to the far side.  She grabbed his cock again and needed it, groped it.  The intensity was too much for Dennis.  He tried to push her away but she would not let go of his cock.  She kissed him softly as she slowly began to loosen her grip.  Dennis kissed her back as he let her fondle him and control him.

And like that they lay till the sun began to set.  Dreary eyed and exhausted Dennis cracked a small smile while looking at Callista.  “You’re the best thing about this summer” Dennis uttered.  Callista kissed him again and then looked him dead in the eye.  “Summer is just getting started, baby.  You should get some rest.”