Stay in the present for the time being...(Kendall)

Kendall adjusts her shorts, trying hard to hide her ass as James pulls up. She sees him outside and lingers in front of the mirror to check herself before greeting him. Her pink nipples show clearly through the thin fabric of her tank top and, despite her earlier effort, her shorts ride up further with each step. By the time she is at the door, her ass is on display, and the shape of her labia can be seen as well.

This morning, she dropped Jackson off in her sweats. Now, when her ex arrives, she wears almost nothing at all. The irony is not lost on her, though her own guilt is muted when she meets James at the door. Right and wrong have a way of fading out of focus when she stares James in the eyes. She smiles at him as he enters the room and offers him a cold, opened beer on the way.

“Good morning, daddy.” She greets him warmly. The hate lingers in her heart, though it loses meaning with each orgasm. The memories and the old hurts have been recontextualized and given new life. Each smack, each strike still hurts her, but from her current perspective, they are also precursors to the pleasure that will soon follow his ****. James will never change, and she no longer expects him to. Instead, she realizes that she must change to accommodate him.

James passes her, heading straight for the bedroom, and stopping beside her bed and waiting for her to join him. Kendall follows obediently. At this point she is well-trained and almost eager to serve him. The promise of eleven inches and a rain of thick cum are enough to keep her loyal, despite her misgivings.

“We’re doing it here today,” James says, sipping his beer and burping afterward. “You’re my woman again, and so I want to be comfortable when you blow me.”

Kendall frowns. Even in another room, she has fallen asleep to the smell of James’ dick in her nostrils every night for a week now, and as a result she still feels wrong betraying Jackson like this. Aloud, she says, “But, this is the cuck’s bed and…” Anything else dies with a loud smack. Kendall falls into the wall and braces herself for more to follow, but looking at James, she only finds him grinning as he stares her down.

“It might be the cuck’s bed, but you’re going to eat my asshole on it. Now, get the fucking bed ready for me. I want to sit bare-ass on his pillow.”

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