Chapter 52: Limits Testing

“I would have to be an utter moron to say no to that request,” I stated looking up at her from my side. Not said was she slept up next to me every night. So, how was this night going to be different?

She was broken and it showed. She likely had been since before leaving Hans’. And something inside her knew it. Part of her was embracing what she could become broken while the other still fought to hold on to who she was before Romania. The latter was losing.

Jackie undid the belt of her small favorite robe. She brushed it slowly off her shoulders. In doing so her full body came into view. Her elegant small tits, flat stomach with fading blotches, and bald vulva still a shade of purple all demanded my eyes’ attention. But the strain on her face got the most attention from me. I would soon have her luscious body pressed to me. So the strain was more important. For it would keep the normally lithe pliable body, stiff.

She slipped into the bed and I rolled flat to accept her. There was a tension in her I felt. Her normal half draped over me was closer to three-quarters. Her smooth inner thigh didn’t cross over my thigh with her tight calf pressed to the side of my knee. She had instead moved her leg over my hips leaving the smooth inner skin of her silky thigh on my stiff dick. I couldn’t help but get hard watching her robe seductively slide down her body, earlier.

Her leg went fully across my pelvis, her knee bent over my far hip. Both of her small tits were poking me, instead of just one. With the other poked into the side of my ribcage. Her hand wormed its way under my arm and wrapped my shoulder from the underside, holding her tight to me. She lightly kissed my sternum before she turned her head. Her silky smooth hair fanned out across one half of my chest. The other half felt her breath blowing across my skin.

For a while, I got the feeling she wanted to say something but she didn’t. I let her stew. And she did, moving her leg and head around fidgeting. Finally, a tangent to what she was thinking came out. “Are you absolutely sure you’re okay with me snuggled to you?”

I didn’t tell her she was basically on top of me not snuggled to me. Still, I answered, “You’re fine right where you are. And where you aren’t?’

She didn’t even give me her annoyed look at the bad joke. She did however say, “I worry that my being naked and needy like this is going to give you blue balls.”

“I’m not a horny teenager, I am sure I can handle a little discomfort,” She was right they would be heavy in the morning. But her excuse of liking the way my cum tasted as why she wanted to suck me off was looking like a secondary reason. “You haven’t been sucking me off because you don’t want me getting bue balls have you?”

She first shook her head against my chest then nodded. Then like a little girl said, “I don’t know.” I let her think about it, not helping her along, hoping to finally get the truth and answers for the last few days. “I guess kind of, but I wasn’t lying about back in D.C. I like the way your stuff tastes, and how it makes me feel. But I guess part of it is because in your arms I feel more at home than I ever did in Karen’s. Safer, like you will let me fall but not fall so hard I get hurt. That you will hug me until I am better and send me on my way to find myself and my limits. Even after all that you never try to push me further than I want to go. You’ve seen me with women and orally do other men, but you accept me and still hold me like this. Plus I think you like it when I suck you off. So I like doing it so you don’t hurt all day. It’s not like you’re paying me to do it. I just want to for you. As I said there is just something about you and Karen, but more you. I feel like I want to suck you off and do every nasty thing I can think of to and for you.” Her voice never got above a whisper and she didn’t look up at me as she spoke.

I wasn’t sure what I was to do with everything she said. So I said nothing and let my hands do the talking. I lovingly brushed them over her back and along her sides. I hugged her tightly at times when her thoughts seemed to be breaking her. At those times she felt small and vulnerable feeding off me to keep her from fracturing completely. When those times passed, I restarted my palm and fingers floating across the succulent silky skin of her back, butt, and thigh. Barely awake she moved my hands to her butt from her thigh and mumbled, “There.”

Seeing she was mere seconds from drifting off. I said, “Tonight, you were the mountains.”

The last thing she muttered was, “Thank you.” Then not fully articulated and low enough only in a sensory deprivation chamber would it have been considered a whisper, she added, “I love you, Joe.”

Sleep was fitful after that. Again what to do about Jackie kept coming back to the front of my thoughts. With her, Karen kept popping into my head. It was a quandary, I had until Friday to figure out and stick to the decision.

Morning came with Jackie fully on top of me. Her pussy lips were once again wrapped along the length of my cock. It had been the driver of the most erotic dream. Her slits valley on one side of my cock and my pelvis on the other. My manhood defiantly not getting squashed between them.

When Jackie woke up she rotated her hips, driving my member through the valley of her thick moist lips. They were likely kept wet from her own erotic dream. She slid along me only six times. Each time her clit was privy to a long grinding of the bumps and contours of the underside of my dick. After which she slid down under the covers again. Her hard nipples dragged along my chest and stomach. Ultimately my cock slid up her wide cleavage. She had my dick even rub up her neck where she nuzzled my hard rod. She held my dick and wiped her face all over the underside her soft cheeks getting dabs of pre-cum as she did.

There was much less hesitation but still hesitation as she kissed her way up my dick before engulfing it. Gone was the dry mouth she had the last two times. Additionally, she didn’t gradually work her way up to gagging herself on me. She immediately sank her head down my pole. Her lips slid along my taut skin. She gagged and drooled on my cock and it ran down over my balls.

I didn’t need to act like I was sleeping, as it was the third morning in a row she had my cock in her mouth. It was also the third morning in a row she gagged herself multiple times attempting to get all my cock into her. She had gotten better and more in tune with what I liked as she sucked me off. She twirled my dick with her tongue and grazed the underside of my circumcised ridge. The pre-cum was licked from the top of my helmet as soon as it appeared.

Jackie happily hummed while giving me a hummer. The happy sounds coming from under the cover ended when she started swallowing. Each contraction of my dick blasted the wads of cum down her throat. Only when she backed off and left my head behind her teeth did her mouth fill. She swilled the thick juice while coating all the surfaces in her mouth.

My balls emptied and my dick sucked clean of any errant slobber, she slid back up me. Her nipples scaped back up my stomach and over my chest. They were harder and more prominent than on the way to give me the blowjob. Her tongue licked a trail up me, circling my belly button and then my nipples. She seemed as happy as I had ever seen her. It concerned me at the same time it made me happy. Seeing her no longer filled with doubt and insecurities I hoped was a good thing that would last. I only wondered if it would require her to sleep on me every night to keep it up.

Her legs were held tight between my thighs as she lay on me again. The outside of her thighs felt like silk on the insides of mine. The tight seal between her inner thighs had my half-hard dick pressed into the hood of her clit. She wiggled a little as her face got closer to mine. I could smell my cum on her breath when she said, “We are swimming this morning aren’t we?”

“I was planning on it,” I answered her as her face stayed inches from mine.

She gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, “Good,” happily. She hopped out of bed. Her tits jiggled and her ass cheeks rippled, bounding into the bathroom.

No longer getting the view most men would kill for, I asked, “Which suit will you be wearing today?” I got up and also headed for the bathroom and my suit that was hanging dry. In the bathroom, I saw Jackie was brushing her teeth. Not thinking about it I wisecracked, “What lost your taste for me already?”

With the toothbrush still in her mouth and foam in the corners of her lips she answered, “Oh no not at all. I know you can smell you on my breath. And I don’t think you want that while I am at work. Because I would leave it all day. And no suit.” She reached over and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. She secured it above her tits as a demonstration of her commitment to go down nude.

“Ok ... No suit,” I said jovially. I left and put my swimsuit on.

Jackie was still in the towel when she came out. “Let’s go.”

“Let’s go,” I mimicked and held the door for her. She promptly walked out and headed to the elevator. The crease of her ass going up and down over tight thighs was not helped by high heels. Her legs’ natural sexy curvature was all on display.

At the pool, she took a deep breath and sighed, her determination to not chicken out. The shoes were the first to go. The towel dropped to the edge of the pool at her feet letting the five guys and two women see all of her. Though it seemed forced, she proudly stood up straight. Her tiny tits stuck out from her chest in perfect cones. The marshmallow areola looked like breast buds atop the tits. I’m sure most of the men there noticed them but only after seeing the purple down below. The color falsely advertising her pussy was there for the banging.

She dove in and swam beside me the whole time. Jackie labored to keep up with my pace. Still, she did so in the middle lane. I think struggling to keep up with me kept her mind off the men leering at her ass. She did not though match my strokes. Not once did she do a frog kick or roll over to her back and let her tits and clit point to the roof. She swam nothing but freestyle getting her workout in.

When Jackie finally got out with me she leaned over huffing, before she covered up with her towel. Doing so gave the men behind her a great view of her puckered hole and the pink between the smooth faded purple folds. She seemed not to notice when gasps and a couple of “Oh fuck will you look at that,” were said. Only one “God, I’d fuck that.” was heard. Surprisingly enough it was not a male voicing the desire. I imagine it was a common thought around the pool with the male population as well.

Jackie re-secured the towel to her body after she took her time drying her hair. Again, she appeared to be delaying covering up in an attempt to push her limits. She did, after some time, quickly wrap the white towel around her chest just under her arms. She secured it and forced her voice to stay calm and rational, “You ready to go?”

“Sure,” I replied, thinking her audience wasn’t ready for us to leave. Jackie smiled at the woman that had said she would fuck her but did not slow down. She walked abnormally fast to the elevator and seemed relieved once back in the confines of our room. She only stayed in the center long enough to drop the towel in the middle of the floor. She looked nervous leaving it there, unsure it was the right thing to do.

She was going all out in pushing her limits. I couldn’t imagine why. The water was already running in the shower when I called to her. “Come out here!”

Jackie looked concerned with the tone and urgency of my demand. “Yes, sir,” She said trembling, slightly, standing before me naked. I looked down at the heap the towel made on the carpet. She said, “Oh, I guess I forgot.”

Before she got to the errant former garment, I asked, “Forgot? You sure you want to go with that?”

“No,” She replied quickly, frozen half a step from the item.

“Then why?” I asked, sure it was so she would get spanked.

“I don’t know,” She turned red, embarrassed for the first time since waking up. “I won’t do it again.”

“Maybe not this, but something else,” I declared sure of her intentions. “Now, bend over and pick it up.”

She parted her legs slightly locking her knees. She then bent at the waist. It was the position to have my hand land on her round ass. I hadn’t told her to get the towel standing that way. Or to hold the position the extra second or two she did after she clutched the white fabric. She was waiting for the crack of my hand on her flesh.

I did as she desired. My hand swatted her smooth flesh twice rapidly. The first one made her jump and required her to take a small step forward to remain bent over. The echo of the slap was dampened quickly by the soft fabrics in the room. They did not dampen the red hand print her cream ass had imparted on it. The second one, she bit on her lip as I hit the same spot that would have already been more sensitive and tingling. She stayed bent over until I said, “Go get your shower. We have work.”

Jackie’s eyes were watering when she stood up. Still, she asked me, “Are you joining me?”

I would like to say it was my animal magnetism that had her ask. But it was something else altogether. And I knew it. I knew what it wasn’t, but wasn’t sure what it was. It could have been the trip to Hans’ and the twins had broken her after months of other sexually liberated people had crossed her path. Or it could have been just that we were headed home and she was getting in a last fling. Or she was afraid to be alone when we got to Texas. And she thought this was the way to have me ask her to stay with me. It could have been any of them or none of them or a bit of all of them. I didn’t know or care at the moment. The final meeting was just hours away.

“Maybe in a minute. I have to lay out what you need to wear today,” I said going to pick out an outfit from the clothes she had hanging in the small closet.

“Ok,” She looked a bit disappointed I wasn’t joining her immediately. “I’ll save my back for you.”

“How about you save your tits for me? I like them more,” I joked thumbing through outfits I had seen multiple times over the weeks I had been choosing her outfits.

She grinned and sounded excited, “You are such a perv, Joe.” She dashed into the bathroom.

It took me a few minutes to find what I wanted her to wear for the last meeting. It wasn’t that it was that much more important than the ones before it. But it would be the last thing they would see her in and it needed to be memorable but not trashy or work inappropriate. The heavy cotton skirt was one that I remembered hugged her hips and ass but flared out fairly quickly after that. It ended an inch above her knees. The blouse was light and flowered with the satin and lace bra that was little more than a sexy short camisole would accent her tiny tits. Tits I went in to wash after laying out the outfit.

Jackie had her back to the door as I opened it to step into the shower stall. I said, “Turn around, I’m here to wash your tiny tits.”

She turned and cheerily said, “You are such a perv. And I don’t have tiny tits. I have diminutive breasts. And I thought you were here to wash my back.”

“So much for thinking,” I said taking the soap from her. I quickly lathered my hands and brushed them over her collarbones and high over her breast. Her slick wet skin felt wonderful under my fingers. I went down and around the outsides of the softball-sized cones. After going all the way around the two masses of sensitive flesh, I brushed down over the center. Her nipples hadn’t had time to fully soften from the excitement of the spanking. She moaned just loud enough to be heard over the spray of water. I went fully over the round spheres only to reach back up and twist the points for a quick second. Her juices flowing I said, “Ok that’s enough. You need to get out and get our breakfast ordered. We are going to be late otherwise.”

“What about my back?” she asked.

I pulled her tight to me pressing my dick into her stomach and her tits into my lower ribs. She felt so soft and squirmy pressed to me. She slid over me easily as I rubbed my hands up and down her back with a bar of soap in my hand. Going up and down four times I tried to deposit the bar between her ass cheeks. They were firm but still the bar slipped out. I pulled back from her to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. “Done, Now go.” I patted her ass lovingly where I had smacked it not so lovingly, minutes before.

She kissed my chest quickly and said, “Coffee and nasty fish as per usual?” She didn’t wait for the answer leaving me to finish my shower.

Again her hair was in a towel drying and the table was set with our breakfast. Her robe was still in the same position it had been in the chair where she had tossed it when she had gotten up. Which meant the bellboy again got a show. I asked her about it. “Same tip as yesterday?’