Not Entirely, No...

We barely spoke on the way home. As soon as we stepped inside the apartment, I pushed Simon against the wall and started kissing him, my fingers undoing his belt. He was still hesitant, and I could understand why, but I wasn't going to let his resistance stop me from pleasing him. I needed him happy.

It didn't take long for his clothes to land in a pile on the floor next to mine. He was still standing against the wall, and I was on my knees, my mouth wrapped around his cock, bobbing my head up and down. I was using all my skills, doing everything I could to please him. I was eager to prove my devotion.

Finally he gave in and seemed to start enjoying himself. He put a hand behind my head and started to guide my mouth up and down his erection, and his moans were getting more frequent.

"Fuck," he groaned and pushed my mouth down on his cock. "I want to fuck your pussy," he whispered.

I pulled away, my lips making a popping sound as the dick escaped my mouth. It was so absurd, made so little sense that at first I chuckled, thinking it was a joke. Then I realized he wasn't laughing and a wave of disgust and repulsion hit me. Pussy? He wanted to fuck my pussy? I was so shocked I could barely find my words. "What do you mean?" I asked him, truly baffled and waiting to see if I had misunderstood him somehow.

He seemed taken aback by my reaction. "I... You heard me," he mumbled, his cheeks turning red. "I want to fuck your pussy."

I got to my feet and looked down at him, my arms crossed over my chest. I really was trying to wrap my head around his disgusting request, but I couldn't make sense of it. "What does my pussy have to do with anything?" I asked him. It was a serious question. I needed an answer. I needed to understand what twisted logic had led him to make such an outrageous request.

"I... I just want to fuck it. I don't know. Is it really that strange?" he said, looking at me suspiciously. "You've been fine with me fucking you for the past two years. Why are you suddenly freaking out?"

"Fucking... Like... Let me get this straight... You want to shove your penis in there?"

He frowned and seemed to think for a moment before answering. "That's usually what 'fucking' involves, yeah," he said.

I gagged at the idea. I could feel the bile rising in my throat and had to take a deep breath to calm myself down. For a second I pictured myself, bent over a table, with Simon behind me, shoving his dick in there and... No. Nope. Not happening. His penis pushing against my... I shivered and shook my head, **** to get the image out of my mind. I don't think I had ever been so grossed out. I could feel my skin crawling at the idea, and I was fighting the urge to run to the bathroom to wash myself, even though we hadn't done anything of the sort yet.

"Let me guess," he scoffed, his voice bitter. "You don't see anything wrong about John fucking your pussy, right?"

My eyes narrowed and burst out laughing, nervous and uncomfortable. "Of course he can fuck it!" I yelled at him, the absolute insanity of the conversation finally breaking my composure. "That's what my pussy is for! To get fucked! By him. He can use it whenever he wants."

"And me?"

This time I had to run to the bathroom to throw up. I was dry heaving into the toilet, the thought of having his dick in my pussy enough to make me sick. I had no idea Simon was acting like such a pervert, and it disgusted me to my core. How could he have such a filthy mind?

"Ashley?" I could hear him call from the other side of the door. "Ashley... Fuck... Alright, alright... I'm sorry... Your pussy, his half? Is that how it works? I get half of your body too?"

I wiped my mouth clean and sat down on the cold, hard floor. It took a moment for me to find my breath, but when I did I answered. "Jesus, Simon," I said. "What's wrong with you? I mean... You can use my mouth, my hands, my tits, my feet... I'll be happy to please you. I want to please you, but my pussy..." I gagged again at the word. "Honestly I'm down for pretty much anything, even the kinkiest shit, but don't you ever ask me to... you know..."

"Alright! Jesus! Fine. I won't." he said. He sounded like a child who was being denied a toy. This was going to be harder than I thought...

After a moment I got back to my feet and went back to the room, where Simon was lying in the bed, looking at the ceiling. "Simon?" I said and sat down on the bed. "You know that you can ask me to do anything else, right?"

"Delightful dreams!" He said, looking at me. The expression on his face told me that he wasn't playing around. I opened my eyes wide, a bit confused about what he meant by that.

"John owns me. I love his cock?" I asked him, looking for some enlightenment about what he was even talking about. "John owns me, I love his cock." I continued. "John owns me, I love his cock. John owns me, I love his cock." For some reason he was now looking at me with wide eyes. He looked almost terrified, and I wasn't sure what was going on. "John owns me, I love his cock. John owns me, I love his cock." I said, trying to get him to reassure him. "John owns me, I love his cock. John owns me, I love his cock. John owns me, I love his cock."

"Hey! Snap out of it!" He said. I wasn't sure what was going on. I wasn't doing anything. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to snap out of. I frowned.

"John owns me, I love his cock. John owns me, I love his cock. John owns me, I love his cock. John owns me, I love his cock."

"Is it the trigger?" He asked, looking at me with a mix of shock and confusion on his face. "Say something else!"

What trigger was he talking about? "John owns me, I love his cock. John owns me, I love his cock. Don't try that again, Simon. She's mine."

He jumped up and backed away from the bed, his jaw dropped, looking at me as if I were some kind of monster.

"What?!" I insisted. "Why are you looking at me like that? What did I do wrong?" I asked, confused and a bit upset.

"Oh thank God. You're back. What happened?" he asked me.

"I don't know. You tell me," I said, shrugging. I had no idea why he was so upset. "Can I do anything to help your relax?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "No. I don't think you can. I think it's best if we just go to sleep."

I nodded. That sounded good to me. I was still horny for John's cock, but there was nothing I could do about that right now. I would have to wait until the morning. I was looking forward to it. "Alright. Goodnight." I said, and laid down on the bed, turning away from him, a bit sad that I had not managed to make him happy, yet.