Demise of Denise

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Life is a highway......

February 14

I picked up Denise for an amorous evening and night. Thoughts of sugar plums…I make that small melons on top and large cantaloupes down below.

Knocking on her door, I waited in anticipation for her to open the door.

“Coming,” I heard her sweet voice.

Denise pulled open the door and jumped into my arms, her lips locking on mine, and our groins point on point.

“Whoa boy, I need to come up for air studly,” she sighed.

“We can either do it here, or on the road, or inside. But, I promised a nice meal and we have reservations.”

“Let me get my shoes on and my coat and purse,” she walked to her closet.

 

Locking her door behind us, I took her arm and led her to my 1973 ‘Cuda classic parked in her driveway.

“Wow Michael! I just can’t get enough of being in that baby. It’s like being strapped into a giant vibrator.” That’s another thing I loved about Denise. She was right on with her analogies.

Starting up the Hemi engine was always a blast off scenario. Lights, check, prime check, check turbo charger, ignition.

We drove north for a special treat I didn’t tell her about.

At route 431 a police cruiser was blocking the south bound traffic. I coasted up to the officer. Instead of stopping us he waved us through.

“What do you think that’s all about honey,” Denise asked.

She was soon to find out as I made my way 100 yards south and stopped the car.

Without a word I stood on the brakes and revved the ‘Cuda to 6000 RPM and the popped the clutch. Like a steed at the start of the race we bolted forward.

“What the hell are you doing,” she gasped.

Meanwhile I was through 1st gear at 40 MPH and shifted to 2nd and turned on the super charger. More oxygen and more gasoline poured into the cylinders as we rocketed through 2nd gear into 3rd and a quick 4th at 145 MPH.

It was then I showed Denise my new toy.

Between my legs I opened the nitro valve and the ‘Cuda went to warp speed. I was passing 195 mph when I closed the nitro, turned off the super charger and began that decent.

When we were below 100 I looked over at Denise.

“You know what, You made me come with that crazy shit. I even squirted and shit at the same time. You’re a nut job Michael!”

My ‘Cuda was now down to 55 mph and another police cruiser was in the middle of the road. I rolled up and rolled down my window.

“I was passing 195 mph when I shut her down Sean.”

He waved us through and Denise looked at me.

“Who were those guys?”

“Friends that feel the need for speed,” was my terse reply.

We didn’t go to the restaurant because of Denise’s attire problem. Instead I called a take out Sushi bar at a Chinese restaurant.

I ordered several items that we both enjoyed. As I was paying the cashier had a sudden urge to sneeze and the droplets hit space.

When I was back in my ‘Cuda with Denise she leaned over and kissed my lips as well as my nose, and my eyes.

“For my man and his thrill for his baby.”

 

That evening we went straight to her house and after entering she stripped out of her clothes and went into the bathroom to fill her tub. I looked at her thong and didn’t see any stain except where her pussy was rubbing.

“Denise, you didn’t shit yourself,” I mused.

“That doesn’t mean I wasn’t scared shit less,” she replied as she got into her hot, hot tub and began to unwind.

Denise looked at me and suddenly a smile burst on her face.

“Come her you big lout,” she said.

Unzipping me and getting my jeans and briefs down to my knees was a quick adjustment.

“I’m gonna punish you for what you did to me!”

She stroked my penis and slurped it into her mouth. She went full shaft, then head only. When she sensed I was on the point of no return she popped my dick out and slapped it.

“Such a bad boy! Making his Denise come.”

Another slap and she took me in again. Sloshing her tongue, compressing her lips, holding my balls, and now and then reaching between my legs to massage the A zone vigorously.

This went on for about 15 minutes. Every break she gave me was longer and my senses were on auto rotate.

Denise eyed me as I was in her mouth again. She popped me out of her face and said, “Let me know when you’re gonna cum ‘cause I want you to shoot your jism over my face and breasts.”

This time she did not build me up to a crescendo to stall me, but went on me as she felt my penis engorge, vibrate, and pop out of her mouth when she used her strong left hand to jerk me to climax.

I was moaning, yelling, almost jumping around while looking down at the display of my pearl jam over her face and breasts. Some was even in her hair.

Denise laughed as she saw my reaction and felt her hair.

“If Cameron Diaz can use this for hair moisturizer, there’s no difference to me!”

I stayed over for the night and we slept cuddling and contented.

 

February 23

My cell phone woke me up on my sofa. I was amazed how tired I was and how I passed out so quickly.

I saw it was Denise and answered.

“What’s up baby? How is your day going?”

“Not well at all Michael, I have a fever and a cough and I ache all over.”

“Anything I can do for you Denise?” I asked.

“Maybe tomorrow just bring me a pot of matzoh ball soup from our deli.”

“Will do babe,” and we hung up.

 

February 24

At lunch I went to the deli and was ready to order when I thought about anything else Denise might be interested in eating.

I punched in her quick dial number and was shocked when a voice I didn’t recognize answered.

“Who is this,” I asked.

“This is Doctor Jones at the emergency room. Denise Richards checked in here early this morning with a fever and respiratory distress. She is in ICU on a ventilator fighting for her life.”

I was pole axed.

“Have you been in contact with her?” he resumed.

“Like all the time doctor. Can I see her?”

“Sir, we would like to see you. She has COVID 19 and we need to test yourself to see if you are infected.”

I drove to the emergency room of our hospital and noted the vigorous coming and going of ambulances, police and staff in full protection gear.

I introduced myself at the desk and was ushered into a room where a masked and gowned technician swabbed out my nostrils, the deep down my throat and took scrapings off my tongue. Another technician then took my temperature, blood pressure, and made an oxygen reading off my index finger.

 

In less then 10 minutes a man in a lab coat entered and introduced himself as Doctor Jones.

“Right now you are asymptomatic, but we will know more about you in two days when the tests come back. Right now you are to head home and self quarantine for fourteen days.”

I filled in forms acknowledging my testing and the possibility of having the virus.

 

February 29

Sad news. Denise died from the complications caused by the virus yesterday.

Doctor Jones called me to inform me about the death of my lover.

“How about you sir? Any fever, pain, shortness of breath?”

“No real fever doctor. Just a slight head ache and boredom.”

“That’s incredible. You have the full blown virus in your body, much worse then Denise and you are asymptomatic.

I’ll be in touch with you again. Get your food delivered and stay away from people."

 

March 8

Have you ever felt like your home was your prison?

I did until Doctor Jones called me and asked me to go to a clinic on Leesburg pike.

“We want to study you and see if we can discover why you survived and others haven’t. Pack up and ask for Doctor Riley when you arrive.”

 

I drove to the clinic and discovered my friends in their police cruisers guarding the entrance.

“What are you doing here Michael?”

“Here to see Doctor Riley,” I mumbled.

The look on their faces shifted from friendliness to weariness.

“Another patient here for Doctor Riley,” clicks followed this terse radio message and the gate rolled open.

 

 


Submitted: June 14, 2020

© Copyright 2021 Michael Arlis. All rights reserved.

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DampKitten

Wow, Michael. That was a roller coaster. I had a bad feeling when the sneeze hit the chop suey.
Kind of a sad piece, ya know?
Just for the record, it's my understanding that experts agree most exposures and 'cases' of Covid are actually asymptomatic. They've identified a host of 'poor prognostic indicators' but it's still a bit mysterious as to why certain people respond so poorly to infection. So this scenario is completely believable and actually rather commonplace. But the car sounds amazing. I'm glad she didn't shit in your seat.

Sun, June 14th, 2020 11:49pm

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Hey Damp Kitten,
We all wonder about who is a COVID19 carrier without the symptoms and why they survive. Maybe I am that person in that group. I don't know because I haven't been tested.
Yes the sneeze in the chop suey was a very acute harbinger of this story. I hope that every one that reads it will have a flavor of their next experiences in the story line. My thought was to capture the healthy versus the very sick in a short time frame for the contrast.
My next COVID19 story will be about life on "the ward" of COVID19 carriers that have no symptoms. I will try to make these explorers into people,
MA

Oh, a car is a car. A human is priceless!

Sun, June 14th, 2020 5:39pm

Amy F. Turner

Wow, how quickly things in life can change. I have a friend enduring this right now. He was exposed to someone without symptoms to speak of while he now has the virus and is in the hospital on a respirator fighting for his life. Just goes to show you should enjoy life while you can because in a moment everything can change. Thanks for sharing this, MA.

Mon, June 29th, 2020 5:04am

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Very reality!

Sun, June 28th, 2020 10:38pm

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