Damn Him! ... And his pint too!

Damn Him! ... And his pint too!

I just wanted to get home
It was  murderously hot
Too hot for funeral black 

But my husband  insisted we stop for a pint
Says his uncle would have wanted it 

As soon as we walked in 
The Rooster's Nest
I could see Him drinking and laughing 
in a corner with some mates 
Was he telling them about me?
About us?
Was that why they were laughing? 

Damn Him!

He looked up for a moment to see me still standing at the door
His boyish laughter turned to the sly smile of a fox 
He coolly nodded for me to head towards the back 

The nerve 
Did he really think that he and I were going to ... 
In the pub? - With my husband and his mates all about?
Cheeky bastard

"Honey, I need to step to the back to freshen for a moment," was what I said 
A kiss on the cheek and a pint of Guinness, his pacifiers 

Damn Him!

He was already at the door of the loo
Opened it, as if he were a gentleman, letting me in first 

Door locked 
His willing prisoner again 

Damn Him!

"This will have to be quick."
He commands 
"You understand?"

I can only whisper, "Yes" 
My breathing already shallowed
by anticipation and fear 
I stood there panting as he inspected me 
Tracing his fingers along the lines of my dress 

"You look good in black. Sexy."

Who was he to compliment me.  I had just help bury a dear uncle and here he was toying with me

Damn Him!

"Thank you," I moaned, as he began to kiss and suck at the nape of my neck

I could see liquid pearls building on his forehead reminding me of the heat building between my legs 

Without warning he squatted down 
Hiked up my dress 
Ripped my silk knickers with teeth and hands letting them fall like confetti to the floor 

His tongue felt cool and refreshing at first 
Just the relief I needed after such a day
Then it intensified 
His tongue was deep in me 
With one leg over his shoulder 
He was fucking me so hard with his tongue and lips my head was banging against the wooden stall

Damn Him!

Just when I was getting to the point 
where I was going to die and thought they'd have to bury me this day too
He pulls out his tongue and sticks in his finger 
He moves it in a come hither motion the way he calls me like I'm some dirty slut 
He laps and sucks at my clit while pressing my pelvis with his other hand 

A great tidal wave rips from inside and soaks his face
Oh my Lord!
Did he just make me squirt? 

Damn Him! 

"Remember I said quick," he growls
As he turns me around with his trousers now dropped
I don't see his cock 
I just feel the massive throbbing urgency of it molded inside me

As promised he's done with me quickly
Grinds his teeth as he cums

And as before without warning he squats to the tile floor and begins
to devour my dripping pussy, again

Damn Him!

He stands in front of me now 
Breathing hard 
Still not done with my limp carcass 
He kisses me hungrily 
I can taste his juices and mine roll over my tongue 

He leaves first, to give me a moment, gentleman that he is 

Back at the bar I find my husband and he asks, "You alright dove?"

"I'm fine, it's just been a long day.  Can we go home now?"

He sees I'm flush and kisses me warmly on my lips.  

"Okay, lets go then." 

I look over my shoulder, as my husband and I leave,  and I see Him raise a  fresh pint towards me and he mouths, "Cheers"

"Damn Him!"


Poet's note: I have to cheerfully acknowledge and thank the vivacious poet, Lookawaynow, for creating the characters in her "Damn Him!" series. It is with her gracious permission that I add my own chapter to this story.

For those of you who of you haven't read her sizzling ink:

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/90262-dam-him/

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/104340-damn-him-again/

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/104576-damn-him-and-how-it-all-began/

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/97815-double-helpings/

This poem was posted in the "Walk in Their Shoes" thread of the competition section.