'Solo Flight', Jack, NC-17

[sid]

For wraith816who asked for two months before How It All Began.

Warnings:  BDSM, OCs, Het, masturbation, non-random shifts in tense.

Beta kudos and kisses to juliabkand green_grrl.

SOLO FLIGHT

Two months before How It All Began

Jack popped the tape into his bedroom VCR and started stripping off his clothes. Typically cheesy porno music filled the room as the opening credits rolled. Jack ducked into the bathroom to grab a towel, opened the nightstand drawer to get out the lube, and settled down on the bed for a good Saturday afternoon make-out session with his right hand. He propped another pillow behind his head to give himself a better view of the TV. This tape was one of his old favorites.

 

Jack idly rubbed his left hand over his chest while keeping the remote in his right hand. He’d be fast forwarding through a lot of this; getting right to the good stuff. The stuff that made him burn. He wriggled his hips in anticipation. Tami and her husband Ben were having an argument, which carried over from the living room to the kitchen to the bedroom as Jack fast forwarded. Tami, who was losing the fight, tried to get seductive. Ben kissed her, hard. Continue to fast forward through a flurry of activity as clothing fell away, until Tami was naked over Ben’s knees, kicking and squealing as his hand rose and fell.

 

Yeah, good part. Jack laid the remote on his chest and began to pull gently at his cock. Pink and pretty. She had a nice ass. They didn’t hire the best looking people for these types of pornos, but she had really nice curves on her and a pleasant face. Not all painted up and stuffed full of silicone like the women in more mainstream porno flicks. More natural.

 

Ben was just a little on the pudgy side, and his cock was no bigger than the average. Again, unlike the mainstream porn stars who were all chiseled and universally hung like horses. Ben could be the guy next to you in the line at the ATM, or in the chow line. If the guy next to you liked spanking and ass fucking, that is. Ben was a pro at both, and never threw the viewer out of the moment by looking over his shoulder at the camera or any shit like that. He could act, too; or maybe it wasn’t all acting. He had an expressive face, and later on…

 

Don’t get ahead of yourself. Tami’s ass was nice and red now, and she was begging her husband to stop. He slowed down, but showed no sign of stopping. He’d rub and stroke her hot butt in between blows, and at some point Tami just seemed to melt. She started pinching her nipples and saying, “Please. Please, Ben.” His hand disappeared between her legs, and her head jerked up as she cried out.

 

Jack reached down with his left hand and tugged at his balls. The scene shifted, and Tami was kneeling on the bed, red ass up in the air and head on the mattress. She was moaning constantly as Ben plugged her ass with his cock. “Yeah, that’s right,” Jack growled. “Give it to her.” 

 

He loved the anal stuff. Bottoms were just plain nice to look at, and to touch, and that tiny hole was so secret and so fascinating. Sara hadn’t really been into it, but she hadn’t hated it either. They’d come to an arrangement. Once a month Jack got into Sara’s ass. Every second Tuesday. He’d make a big deal out of showing her how much he appreciated it, too. Sometimes he’d bring her Second Tuesday Flowers, and she’d laugh and blush. Sometimes they’d send Charlie off to a sitter for the night, and do it in the living room, or the kitchen. After, he’d pamper her with a bubble bath, or a massage.

 

Ben had pulled out and was shooting his come all over Tami’s hot red ass. Now he was going to give her the big lecture about who was the boss in their house, yadda yadda. Fast forward.

 

Sara had been great, but Jack had never been quite able to come out and ask her about the spanking bit. He’d teased and hinted, but she never caught on, or if she did she chose to ignore it. He would have liked to hold her on his lap, feel her squirm, smack her bottom and listen to her squeal. He grunted and gave his cock a harder tug, imagining it.

 

Now for the turning of the tables. Tami’s got Ben over the arm of the couch and she’s paddling his ass. Literally. Jack put down the remote and reached for the lube. He listened to the smack of the paddle as he coated the palm of his right hand. Ben is calling her names and threatening her, but he isn’t struggling. His ass has a couple of really angry looking red spots by now. Jack’s hand slid up and down his cock, slow and tight.

 

And soon Ben’s angry shouts stop and he gets quiet, except for little gasps of air. Tami pulls him up and tells him to get in the bedroom and she wants him naked on the bed, or else. And he goes without a murmur, clutching his pants so he doesn’t trip. And soon will come the best part, although Jack isn’t entirely sure why he likes it the best. He wonders what it would be like, to be Ben.

 

Some of it he can almost imagine. He’s given his own ass a few smacks, so he knows about the sting and the fire. That’s just a couple of swipes, though, not like a real spanking from somebody who’s putting their whole arm into it. But he has an idea what it’s like. Sometimes he’ll give himself a few hard spanks when he’s in a hurry to come.  Sends him right over the edge.

 

Ben is kneeling on the bed now, and Tami takes the belt from his discarded trousers and folds it over and gives his ass a few swats. And he’s shouting, “Oh, God. Tami. God.” But he doesn’t ask her to stop.

 

He likes it. Jack wonders if he’d like it, too. He’s pretty sure he’d like what Tami does with the belt next, as she ties her husband’s hands to the headboard. He’s like Tami was, now, in the earlier bit. He’s ass up and it’s bright red, with a couple of deeper colored marks from the belt, and Jack’s heart is pounding and he’s ready to come, but he has to wait because this part is the very best part.

 

He just likes it. A lot. Ben is using that expressive face now, contorting it and licking his lips, eyes wide, then screwed shut. “Tami, Tami,” he says. Tami’s hands are gripping his flanks, and her hips are flying back and forth, and Jack’s hand flies up and down and he’s gasping uncontrollably as Tami fucks her husband with a strap-on dildo and he doesn’t know why it’s so good it just is and he’s going to come…

 

And so is Ben, who announces it loudly, cuing the camera to drop down and show his unattended cock, red and glistening, bouncing against his stomach, spraying white droplets through the air in slow motion as Jack shouts and joins him, hips angling up high off the bed and semen splashing down over his chest and belly.

 

As he comes slowly down to earth, he lies with closed eyes, head turned to the side, hand delicately touching the sticky, wonderful mess he’s made. Tami is asking Ben if he understands now who the real boss in their house is. “Yes,” Ben gasps.

 

“Yes, what?” Tami says sternly.

 

“Yes, Mistress.”

 

Jack’s lips curve into a smile, and he sighs.

Comments

[sid]

I was speaking of Dr. Jackson. YOU should change your name to dirty_grrl.

Tsk, tsk.

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