A Captive Audience

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Oh god, why is there so much frickin' dust in here? Okay, I don't remember this ever being this fuckin' tight. What is that? Is that more boxes? Can I even reach those? Shit, okay.

Ugh. Uh-oh. Oh, you've got to be shitting me.

What the hell? Where's my- And my phone is out in my pocket, which is out there. Hello? Hello? I'm in here! Well, you can see my ass hanging out, so yes, I'm in here.

Don't you dare fucking laugh. What are you doing here? Anyway, why are you here? Oh god, yeah, the box is downstairs by the door.

Get your shit and get out. Well, I'm not baking a fucking cake. What does it look like I'm doing? I'm cleaning out the fucking attic.

Yeah, the crawlspace is part of the attic, and it's a little tighter than I remember. No, I did not gain weight, shut up. Yeah, okay, yeah, I'm stuck, okay? I went too far in to grab these boxes, and now my shoulders are stuck.

And I don't have any leverage in my arms, so I can't get myself out. So I'm literally in here with my ass hanging out, and this is the perfect time for you to walk in. No, it's not the perfect time to talk- What? Ugh, captive audience.

What the fuck? I don't want to talk about the breakup. I don't want to talk about why I dumped you when I found stupid shit in your phone, and why you started being distant, and I just- I don't want to deal with that.

I don't want to talk about it. So, can we just not? If you'd like to be helpful and get me out of here, that's great.

Otherwise, just get your shit and get out of my house. Okay? Well, it's not like I have a choice, do I? I'm not cute with my ass hanging out, seriously.

I'm sure it does give you ideas, and maybe if you hadn't been such a jerk while we were together, you might be able to do something about that, but no. I don't care if you're seeing anybody else. That's none of your business.

No, it's not your business if I am or not. She has a big mouth. Okay, yeah, she's right.

I'm not. But that doesn't mean that I want to be seeing you again. Those messages on your phone were really telling.

What do you mean they weren't yours? That makes no sense. Ugh.

Um, why was his account signed in on your phone? Oh. Okay, well, that makes sense.

But still, you, like, pretty much ghosted me in the last couple of weeks anyway. So, of course when I saw those messages, I thought that. ..

I don't want to talk about this. Can you just get me out of here and then leave? I think you've watched a little too much porn, my dude.

Yeah, I think you have. Yes, I'm stuck. No, it's not in the washing machine or, I don't know, under the coffee table or whatever other fucking weird scenarios.

I'm literally in the crawlspace in the attic trying to get boxes and it's too tight. I should have known better. I'm not that big and it's a tiny hole.

Stop it. Don't even go there. Thanks.

Why are you touching my hips? Why are you touching me? Period.

All I ever said to sex was the problem. Stop it. Stop it.

You don't need to be running your hands over my hips and my ass like that. Ugh, you're such a. ..

Well, that's fine if you think I loved it when you'd throw me down on all fours and do shit. You hold on to that memory. Get your hands off my ass.

Just get me out of here, please. Don't say that. Don't say that.

Don't. Just don't, okay? I don't want to hear that you miss me.

I don't want to hear that you didn't want to break up. I don't want to hear any of it, okay? It's been hard enough.

Oh, did you really? Stop it. Aw.

Okay, well, I guess I can say this because I don't have to look at you. Don't touch me while I say this, though. I have missed you.

I can't tell you I haven't. I have feelings. I didn't want to break up with you, but I can't put up with that shit.

Makeup, sorry. I don't really want to be fucked in the crawlspace, though. Like, this feels like bad porn, honestly.

Wash your hands again. Whoa, are you actually pulling my pants down? I'm sure there won't be anything bad about it.

Fuck. Oh, come on, dude. Just get me out of here.

And then we can talk and maybe. .. Okay, that's your fingers.

Right for the pussy. Good job. Oh.

What makes you think this is comfortable for me? I'm not pushing my ass back at you. Shut up.

Oh, the way you're rubbing your fingers up and down my pussy is just. .. unexpected.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, it feels good. Okay.

Oh, God, yes. Okay. Okay.

Rub my clit. Yep, that's okay. Yep.

Yep. Okay, I guess we're doing this. Just do it.

Because, wow. I'm just gonna lay here, okay? Because I can't really do anything else.

Oh, shit. Shit. I missed this, too.

Oh, God. Your finger. In.

Oh, God. Okay. Mmm.

At least take your cock out and stroke yourself while you're fucking me with that, okay? Ah, yes. Oh, there.

Mmm. No, I don't really want you to fuck me like this, but you're going to, aren't you? Ah.

Mmm. Oh, yes. You found the angle.

Go. Harder. Harder.

Ah. Ah. Ah.

Ah. Ah. Oh, God, yes.

Yes. Yes. It feels good.

It feels good. It feels good. Yes.

Yes. Fuck me while I'm stuck. It's fine.

Oh, take what you want, because I can't. Oh, I can't get away from you. You already got what you wanted, though.

You heard me say I miss you, so you may as well take what you want from my pussy, too. Oh, when I get out of here, you're in big trouble. Oh.

Oh. Oh, God, yes, I'm close. I don't know why I'm close, but I'm close.

Ah, yes, this is just what you do to me. Stuck or not. Yes, I'm aware.

I'm aware. Stop. Don't make this worse.

Because it's kind of humiliating. I'm stuck in the fucking crawlspace, and you're fingering me. It's great.

Oh, but it feels too good to tell you to stop, so just don't. Don't. Did you really just stop? This is why I broke up with your ass.

Okay, whoa. Never mind. That's your cock.

Okay. Mm-hmm. Never mind.

I take that back. I take that back. Put it in.

Put it in. Yes. Yes.

Yes. My whole pussy is throbbing. Oh, God, yes.

He's spreading my legs wider. No, it's fine. Oh, God, yes.

Push it in. What do you mean, hold still? Where the fuck am I going to go? Mm.

Mm. Mm. Oh.

Oh, your balls deep. I can feel them on my pussy. Yes.

Yes. Yes. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Fuck.

Yeah, I still am not really a fan of you fucking me like this, but I don't want you to not fuck me, so it's a conundrum. Just fuck me. Fuck me.

Oh, so strong. Your hand's on my hips. Yes.

Yes. Yes. There's nothing to grab in here.

Oh. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Oh. Oh.

Oh. What? You want me to tell you I want you? Of course I want you to do this.

I wouldn't let you do it otherwise, and I know you wouldn't if I didn't. So, yes, I want you. Of course I do.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

No, I haven't been with anybody since I kicked you out. Yes. It's just you.

Oh. Oh, God, you're going faster. Okay.

Oh. Oh. Mm.

Mm. No, I kicked you out because it fucking devastated me, the idea that you were messing around with somebody else, because I don't want you to mess around with somebody else. I don't want you to mess around with somebody else.

Oh, God, I just want you to be with me. Is that what you wanted to hear? Oh.

Oh. Captive audience. Yeah, right.

Oh, fuck. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me.

Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me. Oh.

Oh. Oh. I know you love me.

I know. I know. I know.

I know. I know. Oh, if I'm completely honest, I probably would have called you before long anyway, if you hadn't shown up.

Oh. Keep going. Keep going.

Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh, fuck, yes. Oh, yes. Fingers on my plate.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Now fuck me like this is bad porn and I'm stuck in the fucking wall, okay? Oh. No more talking.

Just fuck me. Just fuck me. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Yes.

Yes. Oh, God, yes. Oh, God, yes.

Fuck, you're so deep in me. It feels so good. Nobody, nobody makes my pussy feel like this but you.

Oh, God, I miss you. Yes, fuck. Fuck me.

Oh, God. Yes, keep rubbing my clit like that. I'm gonna come.

I'm gonna come all over your cock. Yes, I'm gonna squeeze you. Oh, God, yes.

Yes. Yes. Kind of like the fucking girl's face is squeezing me but we won't go there.

Yes. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God. Yes. Yes.

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck. Yes, I want you to pour it into me. Don't you dare pull out.

Fucking come in me, okay? Okay? Oh, God, you're coming too.

Fuck, I can feel it. Yes. Yes.

It's making me go harder. I'm shaking. I'm shaking.

Oh, God, I need you. I need you to always come with me. Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God. What the fuck? Yep.

Yep. All good. Can you get me the fuck out of here now, please? Oh, God.

Oh, no, I just didn't have leverage to get myself out. If I had one arm out, I could have. ..

Anyway, it's fine. Oh, I'm free. Thank God.

Now, come here. I was getting a little claustrophobic in there. I'm not going to lie.

Yeah. I'm going to pull my pants up. You should probably do the same.

Wow. Okay, so that happened. Yeah.

I think that's a good idea. This stuff can wait. Let's go downstairs and I'll put on some coffee and we can actually talk, okay? I think this conversation is going to go a lot better than it would have even yesterday.

There's a lot to be said for a captive audience. Yeah. Fucker.

Okay. Yeah. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm kind of glad the crawl space is so damn small, too.