CODA, WITH Q-TIPS

[Niles]

 

I began this little story a few years ago for my ex-wife’s amusement. Not long after, she took a new lover, remarried, and ended our relationship for good. I miss her, and wish her well.

 

 

 

On Saturdays, I clean my ex-wife’s condo. We have agreed that I must make the long drive naked, with only a too-small girl’s hoodie, pink dollarstore panties and flip-flops locked in the trunk for emergencies. The risk of being seen, pulled over, caught naked, arrested is exciting and terrifying.

 

Initially, Ms. M, as I must call her now, allowed me to work naked as well. But my little penis inevitably betrayed my arousal by oozing and dripping on things, which led to this incident.

 

If she is at home, Ms. M requires that I wear noise-cancelling earbuds to ensure I cannot hear her talking on the phone, online, or with guests. The afternoon she caught me kneeling, trying to dry a small wet spot where my penis had dripped on the white rug in front of her toilet, I didn't hear her enter the bathroom until she nudged my calf with her boot.

 

Loudly, incredulous: Did you *** on my rug?

 

I shook my head quickly. No ma'am! I just- I'm so excited. I'm sorry. 

 

You should be! You can't even control yourself long enough to scrub my toilet! Do I have to plug you again?   

 

My penis jerked. Ms. M laughed.

 

You’re pathetic. Get up, get yourself hard.

 

I stood, waited, masturbating quickly, watching Ms. M in the vanity mirror. From a drawer she took a package of Q-Tips. She met my eyes in the mirror, waggled a Q-Tip, smiling. I groaned. She laughed, pushed me aside, seated herself on the toilet.

 

You pig. You'd rather play with yourself in front of me than fuck me, wouldn't you.

 

I was breathing heavily. I said oh no, ma'am. Fucking you is heaven. 

 

Was heaven. Never again. Nev-er. You still cum to me though, don't you? You remember when I still let you put your little ***-*** in me? How good my pussy felt? Of course you do. So all you can do is beat off to me now, and you hurt your tits like you liked me to, and you beat your balls, and you pretend I’m riding you. -Don’t you?

 

Yes, ma’am…

 

I know you do. You pump your little ***-*** and pretend I’m slapping your face. Calling you my little cocksucker and grinding your nipples between my nails and making you beg to cum. And eat it all like a good boy. Don’t you.

 

Yes, ma'am. 

 

I know you do. You're pathetic. Stop. Hands behind your back.

 

Ms. M took several Q-tips from the package. Put these in your mouth, get them wet. Now hold your ***hole open.

 

My heart was pounding. I obeyed.

 

Ms. M took one of the Q-Tips from my mouth, teased my flaring urethra with the spit-slicked cotton bud. When she pushed it in, I flinched, gasped. She laughed.

 

Hold still. -How many do you think it'll take this time? To plug you up? So you don’t drip all over everything?

 

I don't know, ma'am. Please be careful, don't let it go-

 

Why? Are you afraid it'll get sucked all the way in? Get lost up inside you, huh? And you won't be able to get it out, and you'll have to go to the ER, and tell them you like to stick things in your ***-***, and you fucked up? 

 

I was panting. I shook my head. No ma'am, I trust you-

 

More fool you. She rolled the Q-Tip between her fingertips. I gasped. She jabbed it deeper. I cried out. 

 

You never learn, do you. Remember that time I said we were just going for a ride with you naked, that's all? How'd that turn out, missy? – I said hold still.

 

Ms. M took another Q-Tip from my mouth, smiled up at me. Ready?