Checking Out - Sex Stories

Checking Out

... one except Tod knew where she was. In recent weeks she’d expected discovery by the authorities, whether police, health department or the clinic. She smiled to herself, considering her secret and the curse Tod unwittingly took upon himself. Now as she was entering full-blown AIDS, she’d soon show outward signs; It was how long? Three years or longer since she’d had a good skin on skin fuck. Tod would pay dearly for the ‘bride - capture’ with his life. Meanwhile, she’d be taken care of & favor him as she was willing and able ‘til she began weakening. With any luck, when she was beyond medical help, he’d question what was wrong. She’d wait ‘til then to tell him... Maybe he’d fly into a rage and end it quickly, rather than let her suffer, like some she’d known. Wanted by the police for prostitution, sexual battery, and now attempted murder charges for knowingly having unprotected sex, not telling her partners she was HIV positive, this quiet place would do well for a hospice to spend her last days. She ate breakfast, used the commode and lay in bed, reading a paperback she found in the night table. Tod came home lunch time, brought her a sandwich & a beer, got her more books to pass the afternoon with. When he got home for supper she had him shackle her leg to his so she could move about with him as he got the meal, ate at the table nude, cuddled against him for warmth as he watched the TV after they ate. When she got bored with the program (he didn’t have cable), she started ...

... rubbing his crotch causing his heavy meat to engorge. She kissed him and had him finger her slit ‘til she was wet from a manual orgasm before she knelt astride his lap on the couch, the TV still on in the background. His head was leaned back at the point of climax when she overheard her legal name mentioned on the news. She glanced over her shoulder, saw the two year old picture of herself. With her shorter styled hair, a hat, big dark sunglasses and bright yellow dress, outside the court... She bent her head to nuzzle his hair, moaning and kissing him as his sperm gushed into her inner recesses. She climaxed powerfully, muffling her cries in his curly dark hair. She lay on him like that ‘til the news was over, had him turn off the set to take her to bed for a repeat performance. Tod was so delighted, it didn’t occur to him to wonder why she was anxious to be used sexually by a man whose last name she didn’t even know, and hadn’t asked. That winter, she developed a flu and cough that wouldn’t go away. At times her body flushed from head to toe, her skin hot to the touch and too painful for him to apply cooling cloths. Tod went to the doctor, acting, trying to describe her symptoms as his own. Among other things, the doctor took blood tests. It was a week later the pale-faced doctor called Tod into the clinic as he walked home from work to inform him he was HIV positive and could he make him a list of all his sex partners from the previous three years or longer if possible. ...