The Substitute Soul-Mate

THE SUBSTITUTE SOUL-MATE

Obsessions are a funny thing.

People, who are obsessed beyond the bounds of all logic, seldom are aware that they are a prisoner of their own twisted desires. In fact, in most cases, when confronted with the reality of their unhealthy emotions, obsessed individuals shrug it off as jealousy or bias or some other motivation, except, just telling the truth.

In my case, the object of my obsession was a beautiful young 25 year old brunette whose nymphomania for all things sexual led her into a lifestyle of promiscuous sex and exchanging sexual favors for cash and presents. Her exquisite beauty formed her personality from an early age and shortly after her 16 th birthday in high school, she began to do blow jobs for as little as 5 dollars a pop, because she enjoyed being in control of men’s cocks and making them shoot off their loads whenever she wanted.

By the time she was 18, Dee was out of the house and living by herself. Of course, the house she was living in belonged to a guy she met on an escort date that was doing a year and a day upstate for writing too many bounced checks. He turned out to be an easy date because all he wanted was a hand job and to shoot his business in her face. That didn’t bother Dee in the least little bit because she had this attitude that made her hate herself so much she felt she deserved to have guys cum shooting right onto her pretty young face. She made a lousy escort girl because she really didn’t like guys messing with her nipples and anything too close to her little brown eye caused her to stalk off in sheer indignation.

Dee could get away with most of that shit because she was an exceptionally hot piece of ass. Her perfect body was matched by her classically shaped facial features. Even now at the age of 25 she would easily qualify for super-model status. I met Dee right after she got out of the local jail for some trumped up charges of running a business without a license. The fact that the business was providing escort girls for one-hour “dates” kind of biased the local authorities against her.

I spotted her sitting in a waffle house at 3AM in the morning looking forlorn and sad-eyed all by herself. If you have ever been in a waffle house at 3AM in the morning you would know it was highly unlikely to find such a beautiful girl sitting alone.

“Mind if I join you? We seem to be the only customers at the moment.”

She brightened up a bit and pushed the opposite chair out with her 6 inch heels.

“Too late for partying and too early for work. What are you, a cop or a newspaper boy?”

I laughed and shook my head.

“No, I’m just here for a conference and got the munchies in my hotel room. Who can beat a waffle house at 3AM?”

We started swapping jokes and exaggerations while I packed away a waffle and a double order of bacon.

All Dee had was a cup of black coffee refilled at least 3 times. I could see how she kept her trim figure and shapely curves. When I suggested a “night cap” from my Jim Beam bottle in my room, she gave me an appraising look and paid her bill. I liked the fact she didn’t let me pay for it.

After a quick shot and a giggling look at something called, “Missy learns how to swallow” we both wound up on top of the bed in a 69 position that seemed to prove we were both givers and not takers.

Dee fell asleep in my arms and when I woke up in the morning, my hard wood found her female slit like a homing pigeon circling ever closer to the home coop. I loved listening to her little sighs of contentment as I softly plumbed her wet vagina. Just when I was on the edge of releasing my load, she grabbed my arm and begged me to “go a little longer, I’m almost there”. Being a gentleman, I stroked her pussy for several more minutes until she was starting to quiver with her orgasm. As soon as I was certain she was well over the edge, I slammed her pussy hard and let my creamy cum flood her pretty little pussy.

We got to know each other a lot better after that little interlude. I was amazed that a young girl so attractive was in the “game” and lived on the edge of danger 24/7. Dee confided in me that her short stint in the hoosegow made her a lot more humble about the facts of life and the reality of being stunningly attractive to both males and females. Some of the stories she told me about her experiences in the jail were filled with kinky adventures and her adjustment to a more submissive nature in order to fit into the incarcerated lifestyle. I noticed that she seemed to be a lot more flirty and coy whenever an attractive female was in the picture.

When Dee let on she was searching for a new place as long as it was not in a mobile home park, I suggested she get an inexpensive unit in a 4 unit complex that was private and secluded. It was a lot more insulated from the noise in the city. Her furniture was rudimentary and she added to it with inexpensive items from a discount store. After I helped her move in, she told me she was going to take in one of the escort girls who often would go out on bachelor parties with her. They would split the rent and it seemed like a real good idea.

Her “best friend’s” name was Margo and when I first saw her, I had to do a double-take because she looked like Dee’s identical twin. After I got to know Margo better, I realized she was so into Dee that she never stopped trying to look more like her and act just like her with her every movement and pattern of speech. I could not tell the difference in their voices on the telephone or even from another room of the house. Sometimes when Dee was out on a “date”, Margo and I would wait at home for her to return and I learned every little facet of Dee’s existence from Margo’s lips.

I learned that her skittishness about her breasts was due to an over enthusiastic party-goer who chewed her nipples more than nibbling at them when she was strapped in some type of kinky swing upside down in front of 5 other young college guys all too drunk to intervene.

Apparently, it took several weeks for them to heal properly. Adding insult to injury, she had to pay her own medical bills and lost all that income over the time they took to heal.

I have to admit, Margo and I did get into doing “stuff” in the periods that Dee was too busy for either of us. I loved when she would put her head down in the pillow and her ass up high and whisper in that distinctive “Dee” voice,

“Make me do it, Mark, shove it up your Dee’s pretty pussy.”

Margo would even move her hips just the way Dee did whenever she was getting it doggy-style. In fact, it was even more exciting with Margo because she was not hung up at all about ass play. Her first real boyfriend was a cop who was really only interested in banging her beautiful ass since his pregnant wife was a strictly non-anal schoolteacher type.

When Margo told me to not clean myself down there after slipping it to Dee before she departed on an assignment, I knew she wanted suck Dee’s juices off my cock and swallow them along with my creamy load. It was easy to put 2 and 2 together to conclude Dee and Margo were sleeping in the same bed whenever I was not staying overnight.

Things seemed to be going along real good until I woke up one morning with my cock still inside Margo’s ass and Dee was sound asleep on the other side of the bed. She must have come home and was so tired that she just plopped right down next to our two naked bodies and went right to sleep.

Suddenly, the realization hit me that Margo was interchangeable in my mind with Dee and having sex with Margo was a mirror image of humping Dee. Of course, I had to visualize it was Dee each time I gave it to Margo but that was easy because she looked exactly like her.

After that incident, Margo and Dee made no secret of their relationship and I grew accustomed to seeing Margo fondling Dee just like a guy would get his rocks off with a pretty girl. Dee was so submissive with Margo that I marveled at her change in personality when her look-alike best friend made her perform like a personal bitch in heat. Dee seemed to have longer and more emotional orgasms with just the touch of Margo’s fingers in her cunt.

I don’t know exactly when I became aware of the fact that I was beyond falling in love with Dee. I had reached a point of hopeless obsession with her perfect body and her hypnotic voice. Sometimes when I was licking her pussy I would linger wanting to suck her very essence into my very core. Things had progressed to a very volatile level when I pared myself down to a size to fit into her erotic costumes and her dirty scented pantyhose. Then I would wrap my cock in her unwashed panties and rub myself on her pillow until my entire body tingled with shuddering passion. I always washed her panties out after such an incident so she would not suspect the extent of my unhealthy obsession.

When Dee announced to both Margo and I that she was planning to marry a guy called “T…” reputed to be connected to some illegal gambling operations out-of-state, we were both flabbergasted. I pretty much just kept my mouth shut because I was so shocked. I watched the two of them kissing and hugging and didn’t enter into it because, in a sense, I felt a bit betrayed.

Margo stayed on in the apartment unit and Dee left all her furniture and her erotic costumes with her so she could carry on the business. I moved in with Margo and we started to pretend like she was Dee and I was her boyfriend. It was almost like having Dee right next to me in bed at night.

When I admitted to Margo that I had been wearing Dee’s costumes and her pantyhose to get off thinking about her, she told me,

“I want to see you dressed up just like Dee, Mark, and be sure to turn and bend over just the way she does when she is trying to make a guy nice and hard.”

I laughed and did just like she told me. I really felt strange because it almost seemed like now Margo was using me for the exact same reason that I had been using her ever since Dee had left for the confines of married life.

I had even put on a pair of Dee’s pantyhose with the crotch cut out and my long cock was free to swing under the French maid’s fluffy skirt. The wig I put on was the exact same shade as Dee’s dark hair and it was up in a pony-tail just the way she always preferred it. I did a little dance step around the sofa where Margo was watching with delight in her flashing eyes.

When I looked over at her, I could see she had her hand buried deep in her pussy and was rubbing like there was no tomorrow. My pre-cum started to drip big time from the tip of my dick and I felt real good to be admired in my full “Dee” get-up.

“Now, down on your knees and bend over, little bitch!”

I was really excited now as I followed Margo’s instructions. She was treating me just like she treated Dee in the privacy of the bedroom. I looked over my shoulder and saw Margo right behind me looking intently at my ass and hanging cock under the French maid’s uniform.

The next thing I knew, she was spanking me really hard right on my tender ass and then she reached underneath and pulled my cock backwards towards my ass. I was ready to start spraying my load right then and there but before I could do anything, Margo pushed her greedy little thumb right into my pulsating brown eye and said,

“When I get my ass-buster dildo, mama is going to give little Dee a nice ass pounding. Are you going to like that, bitch!”

All I could do was nod my head up and down making my pony-tail fly around like a bucking horse. A few short strokes later, my cum spurted up into the air and hit the hanging light fixture. I looked up at the dribbling strings of cum dripping down from the light onto the fluffy white carpet.

I had thought that Margo was talking figuratively when she alluded to her “ass-busting dildo” but when I looked up from the floor, I saw her walking back into the room with the long black dildo swinging between her legs and the only other thing she was wearing was her blue six inch stilettos.

“Now get that ass up nice for mama, bitch!”