Fixing Jake Chapter 1

[jencampbell]

This is a fictional tale of cuckolding a boyfriend who simply couldn't maintain his sexual potency. I'm coupling it with a big black cock fantasy I've always had and adding some kinky twists. After all, why write if you can't get kinky?
Anyways, I am a professional erotic writer with fourteen titles of BDSM erotica published by eXcessica.com. I have more erotic stories on my website and any of you who want a link please reply and I'll send you one. I'm not sure if this forum allows the posting of links to author websites otherwise I'd post it now.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Fixing Jake. I should have a second chapter ready to post in a few weeks depending on my schedule. Thanks in advance for any comments you wish to leave they are appreciated.

Fixing Jake
by Jennifer Campbell

Oh yah, baby, fuuuuck me! There I was lying on my back on our bed with my spread legs straight up in the air as Jake entered me. It was late Saturday afternoon and I’d stripped to take a shower and get dressed for a night of dancing at the club. My white PVC micro-mini skirt and pink silk blouse were lying on the bed beside me when Jake pushed me over and simply took me. There was no issue with that, I love to be surprised with a good deep fucking and I was thrilled with his urgency because well quite frankly he’d been lagging in the sex department recently, but I didn’t want to think of that now.

Ohhhh, he’s deep. Yes, Jake, pound my c*nt. Needless to say I guess, but I will, news flash Jake is big. Once he’s all the way in, my vagina is filled, no stretched and I love that feeling.

Completely relaxed, I was just getting into his thrusting when . . . Noooo . . . not again . . . not now.

Pushing myself up and lowering my legs, I immediately saw Jake withdraw with a sheepish look on his face and I knew why. I’d felt the telltale squirt; he’d cum again way prematurely.

“What happened? This is fucking ridiculous. Lately you have the stamina of a fucking rabbit, asshole.” I’m usually in control, not a high maintenance b*tch subject to crying jags or fits of temper, but as I lay there with Jake’s softening dick slipping out of my needy hole I lost my temper about this. My uncontrolled anger set in motion my arm and my hand to do what my temper demanded in the moment; which was to slap Jake full across his face.

“Hey, babe, what the fuck? I didn’t do it on purpose. I’ll make it good. I always do, don’t I?” As he rubbed his cheek and looked down on me through those precious blue eyes, the thing I’d first noticed about him, he started to smile flashing another one of the attributes that made him look like the man of my dreams.

But is he? I mean this is happening more and more. How long was he in me this time? Maybe a minute? Jake had all the masculine bells and whistles; the muscular chest and arms, the six pack abs, the flat belly, sexy blonde hair, and those previously mentioned azure eyes which doubled quite nicely as sad puppy dog eyes when he needed them. However what I wondered right now was what was up sexually, as I’m a girl with a more than healthy sexual appetite. In the beginning of our relationship, about a year and a half ago, he’d seemed okay, but was he or was I just too enamored to see it. As I think back now, I realized his tongue had always been a primary weapon in his sexual arsenal and I couldn’t remember a single marathon fuck sessions I’d had since we’d started living together.

Suddenly something else struck me, something which seemed to confirm this had become a problem. I just bought a new, bigger, rabbit vibrator/dildo online. Did I wear the other one out because Jake wasn’t fucking me like I need? Now I realized I’d been using the longer, thicker rebbit prodigiously, often more than once a day.

Now I understand that most women would be happy with a BF or hubby who used his tongue as often and as proficiently as Jake did, but I was into penetration, both vaginal and anal. I’d always been a girl who loved cock.

Suddenly Jake dropped to his knees at the bedside close to my pussy and I knew immediately what he intended. He would “make it up to me” with his tongue something he’d down many times, but suddenly I wasn’t sure I wanted him to.

That’s not what I want. I want his cock. The words reverberated in my mind, but I wondered was I being a b*tch? Still though, as I thought of his tongue in my pussy, I was almost bored by what I knew would happen. Yes, I would climax from the clitoral stimulation, but it would leave me needing, and still thinking about, Jake’s cock. So it came down to this; was I going to let him get away with substituting his tongue for his cock?

Suddenly a deep, dark fear engulfed me. If I let him do this, things may never change. If he hasn’t been motivated to take care of this problem yet, why do I think he will if I just keep using his tongue? If I don’t do something now, I’m just settling for what he gives me not getting what I want.

“No, I don’t want your tongue, Jake, I want cock. As far as I’m concerned, we’ll have sex again when you can satisfy me with your cock.” In one fluid motion, no doubt made possible by my college days as a top notch volleyball player, I reached down and pushed his head back away from my sex before I swung my left leg over me to execute a roll and pop up off the bed.

“What? What are you saying?” Jake’s voice was whiney, a quality I hated in a man.

To show him I was serious about the opportunity for sex being over, I moved quickly to my walk-in closet where I grabbed a t-shirt and slipped it on. When I came out of the closet I was determined to back the play I’d made. “Just what I said. You’ll get no sex from me until you get your premature ejaculation problem fixed. Go to your doctor, see a specialist if need be, we have good insurance, but get it fixed. You know I love fucking, Jake, and I want to have a man who can fuck me all night long if need be and I don’t think I’m asking too much. Hell, I’m only twenty-four, I’m not gonna start settling for things already.” Once I had all my feelings about this out, I felt better, but I was worried. Have I gone too far?

At first Jake looked stunned and my tension increased. I thought I knew him as the king of guy who would care what I wanted, but did I really? Would take the time and effort to fix his problem or would he just tell me I’m a fucking b*tch and walk out on me? It was a possibility.

“No sex . . . that’s fucking harsh. I’ll make an appointment with Dr. Stanton, but you know he’s busy. It’s gonna be weeks before I get in to see him. You can’t mean you’re gonna shut me off that long.” He sounded like he was daring me, perhaps thinking I was such a nympho I couldn’t go that long without him, but I was determined to show him I could do whatever was necessary.

“You think I can’t. Don’t be so sure.” I moved to my nightstand and opened the middle drawer to remove the new translucent blue latex rabbit vibrator I’d bought.

“See, Jake, I have a cock that doesn’t go soft on me. It goes deep and fills me and fucks me until I cum on it several times. Don’t think I won’t survive without you, because that would be a mistake on your part. As far as the time you’ll have to wait before the appointment, I might give you a blowjob or two, if I’m convinced you’re serious about getting the problem fixed, but it will be my decision, not yours.” Suddenly I realized it was completely necessary for Jake to think he might not get any until his problem was fixed. Nothing motivates the male to action like the thought of no pussy.

“It isn’t fair and . . . well . . . aren’t you gonna want my tongue?” Jake’s blue eyes reverted to sad, puppy dog mode and I sensed he truly thought I needed his tongue. He sounded like he was playing his trump card and I would at some point capitulate and beg him to lick my pussy.

“You know Heather, Jake, do you think I couldn’t pick up the phone and call her and get good head anytime I want?” Heather was my college roommate, teammate and occasional lesbian lover. We’d never closed our relationship because we both loved cock too much to give up guys, but we’d kept each other warm and satisfied many a lonely night in the dorms back in school.

Suddenly Jake was all defensive. “Oh, so it’s okay for you to go outside our relationship for sex. Is that fair?”

“Sure, and I give you permission to fuck any guy you want.” I tried to keep a straight face as I said it, but I couldn’t and I began to giggle knowing full well Jake’s homophobia would make my suggestion repugnant to him.

“Ha fucking ha, you know I won’t do that.” Jake mocked, but then he responded with a mega-dose of those eyes in full puppy dog mode. “You aren’t really going to cut me off, are you, Jen?”

Oh fuck, why the hell am I such a born sucker for those eyes? I stiffened, trying to fight the urge to give in and telling myself I had to be strong to get what I wanted. I took a moment and thought out what I was going to say.

“Jake, we’ve been together a year and a half and I like you. Not sure it’s love, but it might grow into that, but this is the most serious thing we’ve faced so far. You know I’m a horny b*tch and your tongue while it’s nice isn’t gonna satisfy me like I want. I need to get fucked and then fucked again and right now you’re just not up to the task . . . if you won’t get things fixed . . . well . . .” I hesitated unwilling to drop the bomb of how far I was willing to take this.

“Well what? You don’t mean you’d leave?” He seemed incredulous, almost unable to believe such a thing could even cross my mind.

With the cat out of the proverbial bag, I didn’t hesitate, but I tried to let the blow land as softly as possible. “Yes, Jake, I’ll leave. I won’t live with a man who can’t satisfy me sexually. Either you find out what’s wrong and get it fixed, or I’ll have to go. It’s up to you.” I could barely believe I was saying this because there had been a time, early on in our relationship, when I had been sure Jake was the one. How did we get from there to here?

As I pondered, my gray eyes watched as this unfathomable look came over Jake’s face. At first I wasn’t sure what it signified, but as I watched it seemed to become clear to me.

Fear, in its naked, raw state seemed to be paralyzing Jake. It gave him the look of a lost soul, a man who had no answers and was perhaps afraid there were no answers to be had. For a long time he stared at the floor seemingly unable to speak so I tried to cast a kinder light on the situation.

“Hey, it’s not gonna be a big deal. You’ll go see the doctor and he’ll take care of it. Don’t freak out on me. I’m not saying I want to leave you because I don’t. I just want all of you.” I kept my voice soft and soothing, in the supportive girlfriend mode, but still I couldn’t help feeling like I was being selfish for forcing this dilemma on him.

Jake reacted instantaneously and not in a particularly positive way. “And what if he can’t, Jen. What then? What happens to me?” His voice was loud and almost desperate and I got the sense he might know more than he let on about his problem.

“I don’t want to lose you, Jen!” He was angry, but the odd thing was he seemed not to dare to look at me.

“Easy, Jake, we aren’t there yet. Please just calm down and take it easy. This thing will work itself out.” Now I moved to him and tried to hug him sensing he needed my support, but perhaps it was the wrong thing to do.

I hadn’t even got my arms around him when Jake pushed me away and turned toward the door to his closet. “I don’t want your sympathy. You made your decision. I’m going to get dressed, but I’m not taking you out. I’m going out with the guys. Don’t wait up for me.”

As he slipped into his walk-in, I began to doubt myself and what I’d done. Have I put something between us, permanently? Does he hate me now? For a few minutes my mind ran wild with terrible thoughts, but when he emerged in khaki’s and a polo shirt from the closet I just wanted him to know I still cared.

“Jake, I still want to be with you despite what you may be thinking now. Please don’t do anything that will make it impossible for us to be together. Don’t do something just because you’re mad at me.” Of course what I meant was picking up some babe and fucking her, something I didn’t think he’d do most of the time, but if he was angry at me who knows what he might do.

Jake gave me a cold glare before he replied. “Don’t fucking worry, my brain works, it’s my dick you have issues with.” With that he marched out of the bedroom and soon I heard the engine of his restored 70 Boss Mustang roar as he pulled out.

I suppose I could have called up Heather and my girls and gone out myself, but I left my dancing clothes on the bed and dressed in only the Red Sox t-shirt I headed for the kitchen. Once there, I busied myself making up my fav drink, a Meyers Dark Rum and Pineapple with not too much of the pineapple juice. Once it was made, I brought it and my trusty rabbit to my favorite spot to masturbate. We had a small sunroom filled with tropical plants on the south side of the house and I stretched out on the chaise lounge to begin fingering my still needy hole with one hand as I sipped my drink with the other. It didn’t take long before my focus left my drink, which I set on the side table, to engage my blue latex friend and my fingers in some sweaty fun. As I pushed my vibe deep in my pussy, I thought of Jake trying to imagine it would be him fucking me deep and hard and as long as I needed once this whole mess was sorted out.

After a few minutes of fucking my pussy deep, I realized I needed more so I switched slipping the vibrating cock into my tight back hole. As my rectal ring stretched, I let my free hand fuck my pussy. This was the kind of penetration I needed and I was so damn horny it took little time before I exploded in carnal bliss letting wave after wave of orgasmic delight pound over me.

Not sure how long I lay there breathing heavy and quivering to my orgasm, but as I recovered my senses and the real world returned I had the strangest thought about Jake.

Wait, what am I thinking? Jake isn’t going to risk trying to fuck another girl in the state he’s in. Hell, in the presence of strange pussy he’d probably cum before he got his dick out of his pants and that would be too embarrassing. He might have had this problem all along and I never noticed and now he thinks he’s got me trained to use his tongue for satisfaction. Well, we’ll see about that, but it is good to understand this cause it sorta puts me in the driver’s seat. If he wants to keep me, he’s going to have to get his problem fixed. I’m not sure why, but this thought made me feel more secure and it gave me a feeling of empowerment I’d seldom had in my relationships with men. It made me realize Jake perhaps needed and wanted me a lot more than I needed and wanted him and that meant I had the power. I had to admit, as I ran my fingers down my still-wet slit one more time and shivered at the sexy thrill it gave me, it was good to be in charge, and I promised myself I wouldn’t be afraid to use my power.
 

[Poextalcott]

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