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Vic

By: zaphod40



The Adventures of Urlen – Chapter 7

He was a year older than me but seemed far more mature. When Thierry was captain of the rugby team he was the blind-side wing-forward and his solid play was sometimes overlooked on account of Thierry's open-side brilliance. Moreover in the changing rooms and showers he was one of the shy ones, wrapping himself tightly in a towel on the way to and from the shower and modestly turning his back when he got changed. He had very dark hair, dark brown eyes and a superb physique. He was good at all games and was one of those guys who never said very much but whom you listened to with close attention when he spoke. His full name was Victor Lunt, and when we wanted to tease him we called him "Sir Pricked Her Cunt" because this always annoyed him. But all he said was "You'll grow out of it one day."

I remember scribbling a piece about what it was like to masturbate. There was spunk all over the place, if I recall it rightly. Unfortunately I left it on my desk and Vic found it there one day when he came to have coffee. He smiled wisely and said that every one went through a phase like that. In my innocence I understood him to mean that by the time you reached 20 most young men, including him, had given up wanking long ago. I sometimes wondered what he did instead, as I never saw him out with a girl or heard of any girlfriend. He seemed a private sort of person and was much influenced by his father, who was a farmer and who had attended the same College about twenty five years earlier. He had told his only son not to get entangled in romantic feelings and to be a responsible member of the College community. Vic certainly did his best to follow this advice. He obeyed the rules of our community but the strength of his hormones gave him problems and it must have given him hell when he found that he couldn't help finding me attractive. He held out valiantly against these feelings but I knew how he felt because he came to my room almost every day when we were free of classes, sometimes just sitting there and letting me do the talking. I liked him very much but at first I didn't think of him in a sexual way. I was busy experimenting with sex with one or two others at the time and would have been mightily embarrassed if Vic had found out. I saw him as a role model, somehow pure and very, very masculine and I came to depend on his presence and friendship.

The denouement arrived when our last rugby match together had been played and the Easter vacation was about to start. His father expected him home to help on the farm and I was due to leave by train for my home in the north of England. While I was packing my things into my suitcase he came to my room and sat down at my desk, watching me. When I was ready to go he stood up, came over to where I was lingering by door, took me in his arms (though I was carrying my case) and kissed me clumsily on the lips. I suppose it was his way of confessing his pent-up emotion, but at the time I was stunned. Mighty, wonderful Vic had so far forgotten himself that he was admitting to feelings he had been repressing for at least a year. But he was murmuring in my ear … "Come and stay with me during the vac …..I'll ring you up." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't know how I felt : all excited, puzzled, worried, anxious, but above all CONFUSED. But I trusted and liked him very much (admired would be a better word to express my feelings) and I stammered that yes, I'd like to come and hurried out of the room to catch a bus to the railway station. I was so confused that I forgot my overcoat and had to return to my room to find it. He was still there, sitting down again at my desk, looking so sorrowful that my heart went out to him. I just managed to say a husky "Goodbye again" before leaving, tears pricking in my eyes. It was an emotional moment.

On the train journey home I thought about him a lot and I wondered if he really would phone. I reckoned that once he was back at home, he'd think better of his invitation. I felt less confused – with time – though I knew I would go if he asked. I was therefore quite surprised when he came on the phone after only a few days of the vacation, saying he had asked his parents if I could stay; they were happy to have me and suggested I spend five days with them, helping "down on the farm." So it was agreed and the following Monday I took the train south and was met by Vic and his mother at the station closest to their home.

She was a lovely, vivacious person – quite young, pretty in a dark kind of way, with Vic's dark hair and eyes. She told me later that she would have liked to have had more children but that there were complications at Vic's birth and she had been advised not to have any more. Vic drove us in a Landrover to the farm, with its long approach track across fields full of cows. There was a large kitchen, warmed by an Aga, which served as the main living-room. The house itself was quite small and when I was shown up to my room I found that it was Vic's bedroom which I was sharing and that an extra bed had been put in along the length of the room so that my head was not far from his feet, as it were. Soon it was time for tea and to meet Vic's dad, who had been out in the fields. He was an imposing man, tall, with a serious demeanour and a farmer's air of being continually busy. Like Vic he didn't speak much, but what he said counted. He seemed pleased to see me and his wife rapidly made me feel at home. It was Vic I was nervous about – he seemed ill at ease, though obviously happy that I was there and I wondered what turmoil was going on in that deep, deep mind.

The evening passed mostly in conversation with his mother about our lives at College and how much it prepared one for life afterwards. She was wholly unsuspicious of any feelings (which she would have thought of as "unnatural") between Vic and me and wished us "Goodnight" with warm hospitality when the household went to bed. I went to the bathroom first to wash and by the time I got back to our bedroom, Vic was in his pyjama trousers and left to take my place in the bathroom. I got into bed with just my underpants on (I'd given up wearing pyjamas) and started reading a book and Vic came back and got into his bed. He didn't say much – just "Did I read for long?" and I said I'd be ready to put the light out in about ten minutes. I couldn't see him because my back was towards his bed, but I could visualize him leaning on his pillow, glowering and fighting with his inhibitions. I reached the end of my chapter and looked round for the light switch which was by the door. To get to it I had to get out of bed, so I jumped out and switched it off, but not before I had seen Vic, glowering just as I had imagined. And he had seen me. His eyes followed me as I returned to my bed but he made no movement and a long silence ensued. I remembered his kiss and his look of sadness when I returned for my coat and I was happy just to be there with him. I've omitted to say that he had a superb body, with wide shoulders, a slim waist and powerful thighs, and while the silence went on and on I thought about what I really knew of him : that he was to be depended on and that in his reserved way he really cared for me. I'd seen him once taking a shower when he was unaware that I was looking. He had low-slung balls, lots of black pubic hair and a dick with a long foreskin which in its unaroused state looked somehow shrivelled. Probably one of those that swell up hugely when they get excited! So when he suddenly broke the silence with almost a gasp of pain, I was completely unprepared for what he said. "Urlen" (almost a croak) …. "Urlen" (now low and urgent) …. "Come here."

"Vic?" I replied, as if doubting what he had said.

"Come here" he said, with low-voiced desperation.

I hesitated. He wanted me to join him in his bed and I wanted to join him. I had been moved by his arms around me at the end of the Easter term and the kiss he had given me.

"You'll be gentle with me, won't you?" I said – words which must have been spoken a million times before when a seduction has been agreed to.

"Of course" he said.

And with that I got out of my own bed and went to his. His strong arms pulled me in beside him and I lay clasped closely to him, extremely excited and thinking "God, this is Vic …. VIC!" I felt oddly embarrassed that my dick was pressing into his lower belly and I could feel through the thickness of his pyjamas and my pants the hardness of his rod pressing up against me. He was pressing himself closer and closer and fastening his lips on mine and I was ready to burst with the excitement. So apparently was he, because suddenly he let go the pressure and cursed (a rare thing with him) "Bloody hell, I've made a mess of my pyjamas, I'll have to go to the bathroom" and began to clamber out of the bed over my body. To begin with I was not sure what had happened and was just sorry the excitement had come to an end so suddenly, but then I realized that he had had a premature ejaculation and had gone to clean up. This was a shame for both of us, but Vic must have felt rotten. After so much restraint to make such a mess of things!

I realized that it would be better to return to my bed and when he came back from the bathroom he got quickly back into his bed, growled "Goodnight" and we both went to sleep.

The next morning he scarcely looked at me, he was so downcast. But I was cheerful, especially as his parents had planned a full day of activities for us on the farm and he soon resumed his normal quiet but dependable self. Looking back on it after thirty years I think we were both a little in love with each other in our different ways. Though he seemed so mature, he was in fact still maturing; whereas my admiration was for someone to whom I looked up and for whose manly and caring  attention I was grateful. But of the strength of the feelings involved, immature or not, there was never any doubt : they were intense and sharp.

The day improved as it went on and even his father was quite talkative at the evening meal. Vic and I both knew that bed-time would bring us a new kind of test – to avoid the catastrophe of the previous night and to keep ourselves from being completely overwhelmed. We went to bed just as we had the night before, but with a heightened consciousness of what was to come; and it was not long before I put my book down, got out of bed to switch the light out - and went straight to Vic's waiting arms. He pressed himself against me and I could feel how aroused he was. With his arms round me he kissed me, then drew his hand down to my waist, resting his fingers on the elastic of my pants for a moment before exploring for my dick and then holding it through the cotton material. "God, it's long" he breathed, "How do you get hold of it?" For answer I dropped my pants to my feet, took out my 8 inches and let his hand feel for it. He suppressed a kind of moan as his hand closed round it, then moved his fingers up to my foreskin and gently eased it back. "It's wet" he exclaimed as he came in contact with the glans, all slippery with pre-cum. "Have you come off?"

Maybe he thought I, too, had had a premature ejaculation, but I told him that it was a preliminary fluid "that came before the main charge, as it were." He listened intently and then said that he never got that. I took this as an invitation to start my own explorations, so I, too, put my hands on the waist band of his pyjamas and copied the movements he had made on me. With a sigh he rolled over onto his back and helped me undo the button that held his fly, then guided my hand down to his dick. If he'd been surprised by my length, I was amazed by his thickness. I gently peeled his long foreskin back. It was loose and moved easily and I discovered that his glans, the outline of which was difficult to trace when his dick was limp, was small in comparison with the girth of his shaft. I eased my thumb and forefinger over the head, which was dry and smooth and then down to that splendid shaft, wrapping my hand round its astonishing thickness. Gently I stroked it, up and down. It had a lovely easy motion (so much for my theory that he had outgrown wanking!) and it seemed to have a mind of its own, swelling even larger, then relaxing a touch, then swelling again. I could tell he was on edge and suddenly he grabbed my hand, took it away and replaced it with his own. He gave a few quick strokes, groaned through clenched teeth "I'm going to cum" and then the force of his orgasm made his whole body shudder. No premature ejaculation this time! When his spasms were spent and his hand had stopped moving he rolled onto his side and clasped my body to his so that the juice on his stomach was sandwiched stickily between our two skins. It felt wonderful - and we lay like that until his regular breathing told me had gone to sleep.

Carefully I crept out of his bed and back to mine, feeling that a wonderful thing had happened. And I went to sleep quickly and happily – no orgasm for me that night!

In the morning we were all smiles. Vic's mother popped her head inside the door and asked if we had slept well and we both chorused "Yes!" Then it was time to get up and start the day's activities. I remember that we went to a swimming pool and that we both had such untameable erections that we had to keep diving into the water for fear that others would notice. That night, Wednesday, was just as wonderful and so was Thursday. On one of those nights I asked him if I could put the light on so that we could have a look at each other, but he said "No". He was modest and seemed to prefer sexual activity in the dark under the sheets. He always brought himself to his final climax and let me do so too, making no attempt to bring me off himself. On the Friday night (our last together) we were so passionate that we both came off twice - the second time together. After falling asleep in each other's arms we found, when we awoke in the early hours, that we were almost glued together by the dried sperm. We had to move gingerly to separate.

The following morning (Saturday) was our last together and when his mother put her head round the door we were still asleep (in our own beds!) She said "Breakfast in half an hour". "OK" we said, wearily. Vic got up first to go to the bathroom (he had a lot to wash off) and when he got back I had just got out of bed and was standing in my underpants looking for the clothes I would travel back home in. He took off his dressing gown and stood there in his underpants – a wonderful sight with his strong, lithe body and the exciting "bulge" which I had got to know so well. "I'd better say 'Goodbye' now" he muttered, and advancing over the room towards me, he put his arms round me and kissed me for the last time, pressing that wonderful body up against mine. Instantly our dicks stood to attention and then he did a surprising thing : he sank slowly to his knees so that his head was level with my stiffened rod and gently lifted my underpants out and over the tent which my dick was making and dropped them to the floor. He took my dick lovingly in his hand and whispered "God, it's wonderful … lets lie on the bed for one last time."

This time we lay on mine (he felt fairly sure his mother would not come in unless we were late for breakfast) and so for the first and only time I saw his engorged dick – thick, massive and urgent. Quickly I peeled back that long foreskin and gently moved it back and forth, up and down that superb shaft. As before, as he felt his climax approaching, he removed my hand and worked himself to orgasm with his own. And what a show he put on as he "came" : jet after jet of thick white cream landing in long ribbons on his belly. It was difficult to believe after the night before that he could still have so much spunk in him!

Now it was my turn. I liked to keep my foreskin retracted, leaving the glans exposed and massaging the sensitive spot under the head with my pre-cum. Vic watched in fascination as I worked myself up to a climax, not as spectacular as his but extremely satisfying. None of this took very long and it was two quiet and rather subdued young men who took their places on time at his mother's breakfast table.

When we got to the railway station Vic looked vacant (as well as exhausted!) as I got into the railway carriage. He didn't show any emotion in front of his mother but it was a sad moment. For just short of a week we had been in love with each other and done things the world told us were wrong but which we had found compellingly natural. And now it was all over.

In fact we were never to see each other again because he pulled out of his College course the following term. However, not long ago I received a College magazine which noted the careers and families of the students in our years and I saw that he was still a farmer, living at the same address and that he was married and had two daughters. I have no doubt that he is a loyal and loving husband and a devoted father. He had a great capacity for love and he respected the rules and conventions of our time – all except for that amazing week of sexual abandon when he was in his last year at College. Even at the height of our excitement during that week I knew that those heavy hormones of his were just waiting for the right girl to come along and that I would be consigned to history as part of his sexual development. I was sad, but I had College to return to and my life before me, while he had to start on his full-time work on the farm. We were young enough not to let those five days of passion interfere with out future lives. But I have never forgotten him and treasure the memory of those days to this day.

He was a great guy.

Vic



This is as true a story as my memory will allow. It's been quite a few years....15 or so, come to think of it. However, all of the actions are burned into my memory, and what I write of is what truly happened. The dialog, not so much. I remember the gist of what was said but, except for a few specific parts, not exactly what words were spoken. So, I'll ask your forgiveness in advance. I'll convey the gist of the dialog, but not the true words spoken.

I was 33 or so at the time. My wife (at the time -- we split up for reasons other than sex) had discovered I was bi, and she encouraged it. We did some threesomes with other guys, but her sex drive started to die off due to a thyroid condition that neither of us were aware of until it was too late. As she became less interested, I started going out solo with her blessings.

Being a nerd and not into the bar scene, my main source of meeting guys was computers. The internet was just beginning, with only services like AOL available, but there were plenty of bulletin board systems -- other people's computers that you could dial into. Most BBS software would allow you to leave messages back and forth, but there was seldom the ability to chat.

I frequented a local matchmaker-type BBS. It catered to all types: straight, bi, gay. I had an ad on there, and it generated a few meetings but nothing long-term. Usually it was straight married guys that needed what their wife wouldn't give them anymore...a good blowjob or someone riding their cock. I was happy with what I was getting, but I wanted more.

I didn't run across Vic's ad, he ran across mine. The first message he sent me wasn't anything like any of the others I'd gotten. Normally, it was "Hi, you sound hot, wanna get together?" His was blunt and almost rude: "How do you like cock pushed into you, bitch?"

I almost didn't answer his message. He came across as rude and, to be honest, a bit frightening. I didn't answer it for a few days, but kept going back and re-reading it. Finally, I answered with: "I love to suck and like to get fucked."

His response was almost immediate: "Then get your ass over here and I'll put my cock in you."

I thought about whether to respond or not for a full 10 minutes. I was curious as hell about what kind of guy this was. He actually scared me, but it was fear tinged with intrigue and a little bit of excitement. Finally, I responded: "How do I get there?" 

It was an hour before he replied with directions. I let my wife know where I was going, a safety precaution that she insisted on and that I followed more often than not. 

Vic didn't live too far from me, maybe a 15 or 20 minute drive. I parked on the curb in front of his house, and double-checked the address he gave me. Knowing that I was in the right place, I walked up and knocked on the door.

Vic answered the door wearing only an open robe. He was in his 50's....if I had to guess, I figured 55 or 56. He was lean but muscular....not a body builder, but not much fat on him. He shooed me into the house and closed the door behind me. Then he reached out and grabbed my head and planted a kiss on me.

It wasn't a kiss like I ever experienced before. It was an ownership kiss...he pressed his lips against mine and shoved his tongue into my mouth. It was a kiss that said he was in charge, and I'd damn well better get used to it. I was startled, but my only reaction was to put my hands on his sides for balance.

He broke the kiss as suddenly as he started it. He stepped back and said "Get undressed." He dropped his robe to the floor, his cock semi-hard and dangling.

I stripped, piling my clothes against the door. I wasn't bad to look at in those days...5'10", 160 pounds or so, decent body, and (if I may brag) one hell of a cute bubble-butt. One thing that I've always had and has always been an embarrassment was that I have really big nipples for a guy.

Vic's eyes lit up when he saw them, and immediately reached out with both hands and pinched both of them, hard. It hurt, and I flinched away. I tried to pull his hand off, but he slapped it away. My dick, however, liked it....as soon as his fingers were crushing my nipples, I started to get hard as hell.

"NICE nipples," he said, rolling and crushing them between his fingers. He then leaned over and put his mouth on one. His tongue flicked it several times, then his teeth clamped down on it. That hurt worse than his fingers, but I didn't want him to stop. My dick was throbbing by then.

He released my nipple from his teeth, then shoved me down onto my knees without a word. I opened my mouth to take his cock in, but he slapped me lightly on the face.

"Don't suck my dick until I tell you to, bitch", he growled. He started rubbing his cock over my lips, up and down my cheeks, and across my nose. 

After five or six minutes of his wiping his cock all over my face, he finally said, "Suck it." I happily took his cock into my mouth and started giving him the best blowjob I knew how. God, I was so incredibly turned on. He definitely had a nice dick....6 or 7 inches, kind of blubbery with a big head.

Whether he was impressed with my cocksucking ability or not, I don't know. However, after a few minutes of my mouth sliding up and down his cock, he took over. His hands were already resting on the top of my head, and he grabbed a double-handful of my hair and started pumping his cock into my mouth. My hands grabbed his thighs to keep from falling over.

He pounded my mouth, shoving his cock deep and making me gag. I was getting truly face-fucked, and not being in control was exciting the hell out of me. 

Finally, he yanked his cock out of my mouth, released my hair, and started jacking his cock in front of my face. Within seconds, long strings of hot wet cum shot out of his cock and splashed across my face. It was in my hair, in my eye, on my cheeks, across my nose, and running down my chin.

I started to wipe it off my face, but he slapped my hand away and told me to get dressed. Not understanding why, I did what he said.

He picked his robe up and draped it across his shoulders. Rubbing my shoulders brusquely, he said, "Leave it on your face until you get to your car," then opened the door.

Confused, I stumbled out of his house and covered my face with my hand as I walked back to my car. Vic watched me as I started up the car and drove off.

I was so horny, though, that I left his cum on me until I got home. It was cold and sticky by then, but luckily I had some napkins from a fast food place in the car and cleaned it all off in my driveway at home.

When I walked in the house, my wife was already in bed reading. I climbed in bed, lust burning in me hotly, and fucked the shit out of her. She was surprised at how much I needed to get off. 

Afterward, as I laid there gasping, she laughed at me and asked, "Get some good dick? I've never seen you this horny." I just nodded.

I got another message from Vic a few days later. It was a simple message: "Come over tomorrow morning."

The next morning, I told my wife where I was going. She gave me a kiss, told me to enjoy myself, then paused.

"Uh...should I be naked in bed when you get back?" she asked.

I said, "Probably." She laughed.

Vic answered his door the same way he had previously, in an open robe. I didn't know what to expect, but I stripped as soon as I walked in without being told to. He just smiled and told me "Good boy."

He dropped his robe and grabbed one of my nipples between his fingers. Using it as a leash, he pulled me into the living room by it.

In the living room, he sat down on the couch and indicated that I should kneel between his legs. Again, my mouth reached out for his cock, but he slapped me away. 

"Not until I tell you that you can suck it, cunt," he warned me.

I was feeling and acting very submissive, and my eyes flashed to the floor. He pulled my head closer, and again rubbed his dick all over my face. I could feel his cock harden as it went across my lips and cheeks.

He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from a table, lit one up and motioned to his dick. I greedily leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth again. It felt good to have him in my mouth again, and I almost felt rewarded by being allowed to suck him.

As my mouth ran up and down his cock, I glanced up at him. He was sitting back casually, smoking and watching my mouth work over his dick in almost a clinical way. His cock throbbed when I looked up at him, so I know he liked the sight of me looking up at him with his cock in my mouth.

He hadn't even finished the cigarette before he got close. Cigarette still between his fingers, his hands grabbed my head. His hips started bucking, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. A hot ash from his cigarette rolled down my back.

He shoved my head down on his cock as it started spraying his tangy cum. I choked on it, recovered, then started swallowing his seed. I sprayed a good bit of it out when I choked, but managed to get the rest.

One of his hands kept my head pressed down, his cock wilting in my mouth, while he put his cigarette out with the other. He didn't let me up until his cock had softened entirely, then pulled my head off his crotch and told me to stand up. As I did, I saw the cum that I had coughed out when I choked drying on his thighs.

Vic took my hand and led me to the bathroom, and told me to get on my knees facing away from the shower. I didn't quite understand what was going on, but I did as I was told. Once I was in position, he turned the water on cold water cascading all over me.

It was such a shock to my system that my cock went from being hard and throbbing to soft and trying to crawl back inside me in a heartbeat. Vic, still standing outside the shower, watched me for a few moments, then stepped inside, out of range of the cold water. He stood, facing me, his cock dangling tantalizingly close.

"Do you want Daddy's piss to warm you up?" he asked.

I'd never done anything like that before. I kneeled there for a few moments, trying to decide. The idea was nasty...but somehow very very erotic. I nodded.

"Ask for it," he commanded.

"Will you piss on me?" I said, meekly.

"Will I piss on you, what?" he asked.

"Will you piss on me, please?" I asked.

"Will I piss on you please, what?" he asked again.

It dawned on me what he was waiting for. "Will you piss on me, please, Daddy?" I said.

"Open your mouth," he said, taking his cock in hand.

Instantly, yellow piss streamed out of his cock and sprayed into my waiting mouth, across my face, and all over my chest. He directed the stream mainly at my face, but would take a moment and piss on my nipples too. I didn't swallow the piss that went in my mouth, but let it dribble out down my chin. I don't know if he was disappointed in me for that or not.

His stream slowed, then died. Grabbing my head with one hand, he pulled me over to his crotch. I licked up the last few drops.

He reached around me and turned the water warmer. I stood up, grabbed the soap, and washed him, then washed myself. He entertained himself by pinching my nipples and grabbing my small male tits painfully during the shower.

He turned the shower off, and we stepped out and dried off. Leading me back to the living room, he told me to sit down and then disappeared into the kitchen. He returned a moment later, holding two sodas. He sat down next to me on the couch and told me to sit on his lap.

I moved over onto his lap, careful not to crush his dick, and put my arms around his neck. He set the sodas down, grabbed his cigarettes and offered me one. While we smoked and drank the sodas, we talked.

He fingered the wedding ring on my hand. "Does your wife know?" he asked.

I nodded, and said, "Yeah, it used to turn her on."

He said, "Too bad. It's always more exciting when there's a risk of being caught.

"Well, I know what I want," he continued, pinching my nipple hard. "What do you want?"

I replied, "Probably the same thing that you want."

He shook his head, almost angrily. "No....if you could have any sexual experience that you wanted, what would it be?"

Almost immediately, I replied "To be tied down on a bed and gang-banged by a group of men." It had been my fantasy since the first time a man slid his dick into me.

"I don't share," he said, not seeming to care that he'd dash the hope of my fantasy. 

I shrugged. "I don't know, then. I love sucking cock, and love getting fucked. What else is there?" I said, not understanding that I was sitting on the lap of a very dominant, inventive man.

He put out his cigarette, gave me an evil grin, and slapped my ass to get me to stand up. I sensed that he was done for the day and put my cigarette out in the ashtray next to him. He walked me to the door and I dressed. As I reached for the door to leave, he stopped me. He pulled me over and his mouth went to my neck. Sucking noisily for a minute, he left a huge hickey. He pulled back, admired his handiwork, then patted my ass as the door opened and I stepped out.

When I got home, my wife was in the kitchen. I had a low-grade roar of lust built up, but not the raging case I had the first time I came home from Vic's, so I didn't haul her into the bedroom.

"Holy shit!" she said, as I walked up to her and kissed her.

"Is it bad?" I asked, knowing she was referring to the hickey.

"It's fucking huge!" she exclaimed, laughing. She looked at me for a minute, then said, "You must have told him that I know you like guys, too." 

I nodded. 

"Then I'll bet that hickey is him telling me that he knows that I know."

"Maybe," I said, thinking it was more of an ownership challenge than a casual message.

"Well, either that or he's in love with you," she chuckled.

"Nah...all we've done so far is that I've sucked his dick and he pissed on me in the shower," I replied.

"Ewwwwww, gross," she said, her face scrunching up in distaste.

I shrugged. "It was ok," I lied. I'd loved it, but I didn't want to admit it.

I took her to the bedroom and we made love, truly made love, for the first time in a long time. I felt a little bad about enjoying Vic so much, and I think I was trying to make it up to her.

At work, I got razzed by the guys at work about the hickey. The catcalls suggested that I either drugged my wife into compliance, or had gotten a girlfriend. I laughed along, wishing I could correct them and say "BOYfriend, not girlfriend".

I didn't hear from Vic again for almost a week. I was nervous, worried because I hadn't heard from him and was about to email him when his email appeared. He told me to come over Friday night. The door would be unlocked and I was to come right in. Also, I was to tell my wife that I'd be home Saturday morning.

I was anxious as hell in the days before Friday. My wife noticed my anticipation, and teased me about it. "You're as bad as a schoolgirl going on a date," she laughed. 

Friday, I kissed her and told her that I was heading over to Vic's. She waited until I was almost at the door, then called me back. She gave me a matching hickey on the opposite side of my neck from Vic's.

"There," she said smiling, "that'll give the two of you something to talk about." I just rolled my eyes and headed out the door.

As promised, Vic's door was unlocked. I stepped inside then undressed, leaving my clothes in a neat pile by the front door. 

"Daddy?" I called out. I didn't want to just walk in, not knowing if it was because I felt it was rude or because he didn't tell me to.

Vic walked out of the bedroom, naked. He laughed when he saw the hickey my wife had left, then took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Taking a strip of cloth from the nightstand, he blindfolded me and then shoved me onto the bed. 

He directed me by touch, making me move up on the bed with my head on the pillow. I felt a rope around my left wrist cinched tight, then my right wrist. 

"Can you see?" he asked.

"A little bit, out the bottom" I replied.

He slapped my thigh hard. "A little bit, what?" he demanded.

"A little bit, Daddy," I gulped. 

He reached up and adjusted the blindfold.

"Can you see now?" he asked again.

"No, Daddy," I answered.

"Good. Open your mouth," he directed.

I opened my mouth, expecting his cock to slide between my lips. I was mistaken. It was some kind of gag, tasting of plastic and filling my mouth. He pulled my hair to lift my head, and secured the gag.

I was as excited as I'd ever been in my whole life. Secretly, I hoped that he had four or five more guys hidden and I was finally going to get my gang-bang. But,no...it was just him.

He moved between my legs and lifted them up on his shoulders. I felt his cockhead nudge against my asshole, then push against it. 

"Shit," I heard him grumble. My legs jostled as he leaned to one side, then I felt some lubricant being smeared over my asshole. I assumed he was lubing his cock up when he pulled back for a second and I felt him move around. Then he leaned back into me, and I felt his cock return to my ass.

I groaned in the gag as his cock split my asshole and slowly slid inside. I wasn't fond of this position..it hurt more and took me longer to get used to a cock in my ass. Plus, I had no room to pull away from him if I wanted to. Actually, I preferred being on top, but it had to be this way to partially fulfill my fantasy.

I moaned louder as he gently but solidly slid his cock into my ass. It HURT, and it was difficult to relax. With the restraints and the gag, there was no way for me to tell him to slow down or back out a bit. I was helpless...and despite the pain, it excited me more.

He finally had his entire cock in my ass. Straining against me, he kept it there for a long while, then said, "Ready?"

The pain in my ass had subsided, and I was enjoying being filled by him. I nodded, eagerly, and he wasted no time pulling his cock back until it was almost out, then slamming it back into me. I grunted with the force of it.

There was no slow build-up. He started fucking me hard and fast right away, and never let up. I moaned and groaned, loving every single thrust. I wanted to fuck back, pump my ass towards him as he shoved himself into me, but I couldn't move. It was delicious.

I don't know how long he fucked me. Honestly, I had no concept of time. All I knew and felt was his cock as he pounded me.

I could tell he was getting close when he started fucking me like jackhammer. One of my legs slid off his shoulder and was caught by his arm. He never let up or broke his rhythm.

I moaned loudly in protest as he yanked his cock out of me, then I felt his hot cum spray across my face and chest. I heard him grunting with every spurt.

He subsided, and let my legs fall. He wiped his cock on my thigh, then moved away from me. I expected him to untie me, but I was wrong. Instead, I felt something huge and hard press up against my asshole. Something plastic, a plug or a dildo, stretched me as it slid into place. There was a pause, then I heard him walk out of the bedroom.

I don't know how long I laid there, my mouth and ass filled with plastic. It might have been an hour, it might have been four or five. My ass had become accustomed to whatever was shoved in there. 

Eventually, I heard him walk back into the bedroom. He slowly removed whatever it was from my ass, but quickly replaced it with his hard cock. 

I groaned as he fucked me for a second time. My ass hurt a little now, but there was no way to tell him that. He gave no mercy, fucking me the second time just as hard and furious as the first.

I remember thinking, "He just likes to get off. He's not as much interested in the fucking, he just wants to bust a nut." Somehow, the thought that he was using me just to orgasm excited me.

As with the first time, his pace grew maniacal as he got close to cumming. Also like the first time, he yanked himself out of me and sprayed his cum on me. The hot, wet load melded with the cold sticky one already on me.




Vic



He collapsed next to me, then reached over and removed the gag. My mouth was dry, and my jaw ached a little bit.

"Are you going to untie me, Daddy?" I asked.

"No," he replied simply, then rolled over and went to sleep. I laid there a long time listening to him snore before I dozed off myself.

I woke up by being shaken. "C'mon, bitch, get up," he said sleepily. I noticed that the blindfold had come off during the night and was wrapped around my neck. The ropes were gone from my wrists. I sat up in bed, and he grabbed my hand and half-pulled, half-yanked me out of bed and into the bathroom. As soon as I saw the toilet, I realized that I really had to piss.

Before I could, though, he reached into the shower and turned it on, then waited for me expectantly. Without being told, I stepped into the shower and kneeled under the cold spray. He followed me in, and stood there waiting.

I knew what he was waiting for...he wanted me to ask him to piss on me. To beg him. I was happy to comply.

"Please, Daddy?" I asked, looking up at him.

His facial expression didn't change as he aimed his dick at my face. My mouth opened as his piss splashed against my nose, cheeks, lips, and tongue. The stream went on forever, playing up and down my face and chest.

With all the sounds of water everywhere, I couldn't hold my own piss in. As his sprayed all over me, my bladder emptied onto the shower floor.

I leaned forward as his stream lessened, and again licked off the last few drops from his cock. He helped me to my feet and let me wash the both of us.

After we dried off, he told me to go make coffee and bring him one, black. I had to search to find everything. Five or ten minutes later, I walked back into the living room carrying a steaming cup of coffee. He was sitting on the couch, smoking.

I started to hand him the coffee, but he stood up and grabbed my hand. He towed me to the sliding glass door that opened to the back yard, then stepped out.

I was really nervous. He had a six foot privacy fence, but his house was at the bottom of a hill and all the surrounding houses were higher than his. Anyone could easily see into his back yard. Not minding his nudity, he sat down on a lawn chair and took the coffee from my hand.

I glanced around. I could see movement in a window in the house directly behind him, but I couldn't tell if anyone was watching. He brought my attention back to him with a jerk of my arm, and pushed me to my knees in front of him.

I opened my mouth and leaned forward, but he slapped me harder than usual. "Jesus, cunt...when are you going to learn?" 

I closed my mouth, and he repeated the ritual of sliding his cock all over my face. In the back of my mind, I could feel people watching us. Whether they were or not, I don't know and he didn't care.

Finally, he said, "Suck me," and grabbed my head. My mouth opened just in time, and his cock slid in to end up nudged against the back of my throat.

I sucked him for an unusually long time, thinking the whole time that he was enjoying giving the neighbors a show. I tried going faster and sucking harder, hoping to get him off so we could go back inside, but every time I did, he'd slow me down.

My jaw still ached from the gag the night before, and the longer my mouth slid up and down his cock, it ached more. He eventually took pity on me, putting his coffee down and grabbing my head with both hands. He slammed my mouth onto his cock, finally filling it with another load of spicy cum.

He immediately released me and I sat back on my heels, pushing the cum that had escaped my lips back into my mouth. Still hard, he stood up and led me back into the house.

We sat on the couch, drank coffee, and smoked. Eventually, he suggested that I head home, and I reluctantly got dressed and left.

My wife pounced on me as soon as I walked in the door. "Woooo-hoooo! How was it?" she asked.

"Fucking awesome," I replied with a grin.

"C'mon, give me the juicy details!" she urged, pulling me down to sit on the couch with her.

I told her everything that happened, and she laughed at me when I related how I thought he was giving the neighbors a show of me sucking his dick.

"Gawd, I hope there's nobody that knows you around there!" she laughed.

We went to the bedroom, and fucked like rabbits. Lying there in the silence afterward, she abruptly asked me if I was gay.

"Not hardly," I said, reaching out and squeezing her tit. She had exceptionally nice tits.

She looked at me and said, "I think you are."

I stared at her. "Seriously? After we just screwed like mad, you think I'm gay?"

She laughed and said, "Ok, maybe not GAY gay. But at least BI gay." She saw the look of consternation on my face and quickly said, "Oh, don't worry. I'm not about to say I want a divorce or anything. I just think you like dick more than pussy."

At that moment, for the first time in my life, I think I realized she was right. I didn't say anything, though, besides scoffing at her.

I saw Vic once or twice a week. As I mentioned before, he was very inventive. Every time I went over, there was some new aspect to sex, whether it be a change of position or something else. Once, he fisted me....yeah, I'm never doing that again. Another time, he bent me over the back of the couch and fucked me while another man (never knew who) watched and jerked off. Another time, he laid a bra and panties out for me on the bed (I LIKED! I LIKED!), bent me over his knee and spanked my ass hard after I put them on, and then fucked the hell out of me. There were always various restraints, toys, and devices. 

I only came with him a few times. He never made an attempt to make me cum. Every time I did, it was when I was riding his cock, his hands tearing at my nipples. My hard dick would slap his belly every time I came down, and at some point it exploded, shooting cum all over his belly. I was actually surprised that he never made me clean him off.

He only came in my ass once, though. I'd told him at some point that I liked the feel of his cum on my skin -- I really couldn't feel it in my ass. Accordingly, he'd always pull out when he fucked my ass and shoot his cum all over me. This time, when I had gone over to his house, he handcuffed my hands behind my back, put nipple clamps on my tits (such delicious pain), and bent me over the edge of the bed. 

I groaned as he slid himself into me in one push. He jackhammered my ass so hard I could feel the fat in my ass shimmy. 

As he pumped his cock into me, he said, almost as a question, "I'm going to cum in your ass."

Between the restraints and the helplessness, the nipple clamps, his cock pounding my ass, and the submissive position, I was ready for it...I wanted it. 

[Ahem. This is one of the "verbatim" lines. I remember exactly what I said, and how I said it.]

I screamed "YES, DADDY....CUM IN MY ASS AND MAKE ME YOURS!!!"

He wasted no time obliging me, pushing his cock deep into my ass and flooding my bowels with his cum. I wanted that moment to go on and on forever.

I saw Vic for almost two years. Then, out of the blue, he told me that he was moving up north. His mother was sick, and he needed to go up there to take care of her. I was bewildered. There was no "I'll be back.." or "We'll get together.." It was over, just that fast.

My marriage fell apart, also. Not from my love of dick, but just from basic stupidity on both of our parts. I did something stupid and insensitive, then she responded in kind. It went on, with each of us tweaking the other until we started doing things that really hurt. In the end, we decided that we were better friends than spouses, and went our separate ways. I still see her on occasion, for lunch or just to stop by to say hello. We have a great time, but both of us realize that the decision to divorce was a good one.

As for me, I remarried eventually. I'll admit it, I hate being alone. She's a good woman, but she has no clue that I prefer dick. We don't have much of a sex life, but that's ok with her. She likes having a man around to do the heavy lifting, and I just like having someone with nice tits around.

I sometimes marvel at the timing. If I had divorced before Vic laid his bombshell on me, I would have offered to go with him. I loved being his fuck toy, truly loved it. Whether he would have taken me up on the offer or not, I don't know. But, on the rare times that my new wife and I have sex, fantasies of living with Vic and feeling his cock in me every day are what push me to orgasm.



Vic Stone Takes the Hard Road



CHAPTER 1

Vic Stone dropped out of college after two years with an excellent academic record in his business management studies. That was the agreement he had with his parents. He didn't want to join his older brother on the ranch so his folk had agreed to send him away to college, but only for two years because money was short.

Although it was difficult to quit Vic had taken it on the chin, knowing money had been spent on him that should have gone into running the ranch. Returning home he worked on out the ranch for two months without pay to show his appreciation and then left for Wrightson's Falls to live with his mother's sister, Aunt June and husband Ken Jackson and son Larry. 

The arrangement was he'd work in Ken's general store in accounts, gaining experience, and pay for his keep. Vic had already enrolled with an accredited on-line educational provider to complete his degree.

Vic arrived at the house and found no one around, although it was Saturday. Larry, still at high school, was probably playing sport.

"Hi, it's Vic," he yelled.

"Hi Vic, welcome," called his aunt.

He voice came from the bathroom. He went in and found his aunt in the bath, having just removed a dildo and was rinsing it.

"Oh god, you shouldn't be in here?"

"Sorry, I ought to have knocked. Please don't make it awkward for me."

"Awkward for you? Christ what about me. Do you know what this is?"

"Yeah a dildo, all women use them don't they? That's why they prefer baths over showers."

June couldn't hold back a grin. 

He smiled and said, "Are you okay with me in here?"

"Yes but not when the others are in the house."

"Hell no."

She smiled and moved her wider away when seeing he was looking at her breasts.

"They look great. Give me your dildo and I'll wash it properly for you."

June was so embarrassed she almost didn't hand it across.

"You appear very used to women?"

"Yeah. This past year a pal and I shared a house with three females from college. They really were piggy in the bathroom and in the bedrooms but kept elsewhere very tidy and were pretty hygienic in the kitchen."

"But they left dildos and vibrators around?"

"Yeah, and made us use them on them."

"Ohmigod," June said, slapping a hand over her mouth to cut the accelerating wild laugh.

She stood up and allowed Vic to see her. He handed her a towel and June said thanks, he was well trained.

"You don't shave?"

"No, Ken won't allow me."

Vic and his aunt continued that level of intimacy for the two years he lived with the family. She appeared to come to accept it as normal behavior. 

Before long June was used to walking in on Vic when he was in his bedroom or in the bathroom if Ken and Larry weren't around and she told Vic he was exceptionally well hung and that pleased Vic. Eventually June arranged a couple of dates for him, the younger sisters of her friends without mentioning that to Ken because they were both married and considerably older than her nephew. After that Vic was becoming known and found his own dates. He related very well with Larry, who was three years his junior, but not with Ken who was an uptight guy.

Perhaps not unexpectedly, Vic and his aunt did have sex at the end of his stay. He received the invitation to go to the city where the online education provider was based to receive his Master's in Business Administration in person. Ken said he must attend to call his parents to invite them. Vic was congratulated by his parents but told they would be away on a farm study trip at that time so apologized for being unable to attend.

Ken was appalled to hear that. "I'll be preparing for the sale, you go with him June."

"Nah, I'll tell them to post it to me," Vic said, bitterly disappointed at his parent's order of priorities. "You'll need Aunt June at the store supervising sale preparations."

Ken patted Vic on the back. "June will go with you and that's the end of that."

At Silverdale City June didn't gave Vic a chance. She'd made the booking and had booked a single bedroom suite and was into Vic as soon as the bellboy closed the door behind them.

A week later Vic was on his way to Chicago, ending a very happy two years with his adopted family. He still couldn't get over how brilliantly and old woman like June, who was forty-two, could fuck. And she bordered on the obscene, telling him it had been her first opportunity in all her married life to really let it rip.

Thanks to June he'd learned to love an older woman. He'd always known his mother didn't love him and his father was barely neutral about him. His mom had wanted a girl and when he arrived as the second child she'd been devastated and had to given counseling over rejecting her baby. He could have loved his parents, and had tried hard, but they'd never given him a chance. 

Vic now loved June as if she were his mother. He'd told her the night before he left when they were fucking again, Ken being at a Rotary dinner. June and cried and cried and clutching him said he was a poor darling and she never wanted to let him out of her arms. 

Of course she did and cried beautifully for him at the train station. Even Ken was astonished at the watershed and when he asked what had brought that on June sobbed, "He's our son, you fool. Through staying with us these past two years he's become our son, substituting us for his parents who don't really love him."

Ken looked even more astonished but nodded. He dug into his wallet and hauling out five hundred bucks that he put into Vic's hand and slapped him on the back and said, "Have great success in Chicago son. Now don't you forget to come back and visit us."

Vic sniffed, "You two and Larry will receive tickets and hotel rooms to come to celebrate with me when I get my first big job."

As the train pulled away June was bawling unrestrained and Ken was flicking at the corner of his eyes. Never had Vic felt wanted like this. He realized he now belonged somewhere and to someone, although the links were rather circumstantial, but when you had been unofficially orphaned the circumstances don't matter a damn.

* * *

The size of Chicago really blew Vic's mind. He hadn't appreciated any city could be so big, although he was aware that there were larger cities than Chicago. But until now he'd not learned to measure in terms of metropolitan areas how big really big is when you become up close and personal.

The company he was told was only medium sized, but still it employed 440 people. He'd been interviewed on the phone for the position after applying formally and was told few other people had applied and so the position was his, because he had the best credentials. Vic assumed that meant no one else had applied.

After being inducted by HR a girl in a tight leather skirt with an amazingly shaped ass took him to Charles Chalk, the assistant financial controller. Vic was to be Charles' assistant so figured that made him assistant to the assistant and his title was assistant finance officer. Well someone had to start at the bottom didn't they?

Charles took Vic to his office and there was already someone sharing it with him.

"Paula, this is Victor Stone, my new senior assistant. Victor this is Paula Thomas, your PA."

The woman had fleshy lips and big tits that made her okay but Vic knew she was old, almost forty. He found it unbelievable that he rated a personal assistant. How the fuck could he keep himself and someone else busy?" 

"Oh hi Mrs Thomas."

"Ohmigod, I've been saddled with a kid."

Charles said anxiously, "I'll leave you two to get to know one another," and scuttled off.

Mrs Thomas glared at Vic as if he were intruding. He knew he had to take charge.

"Are you rejecting me outright or are you prepared to give me a chance?"

She took a step backwards and said there was no need to be aggressive.

"If you ever call me a kid again I'll put you over my knee and paddle your ass."

Paula caught the faint grin and relaxed a little. "That sort of talk can land you as an executive into an employment dispute."

"Only if you rat on me."

She smiled. "Sit and I'll fetch coffee and tell you what you have to do around here."

Paula returned with the coffee and had to pull her tight skirt up before she could sit. She saw Vic eyeing her and said, "Is there something wrong with my legs?"

"They look okay to me. How far do they go up?"

She couldn't stop giggling. "I'm a married woman."

"I thought you would be and that's why I called you Missus and await the invitation to call you Paula. If I am permitted to say so you have rather a lovely body."

She blushed and asked, "Are you coming on to me?"

"I guess that a really big ground for a personal grievance?"

"A huge one unless I know how to keep my mouth shut."

"Would you be offended if I came on to you? The truth now."

"The truth is I don't know what to say. You are not behaving at all like a kid and have kept me off balance since you entered this office and opened your mouth. I do have the occasional affair but with men."

"I only arrived in the city yesterday afternoon and you, Charles, Wendy and Phyllis are the only people I know in Chicago."

"Wendy is in HR, who's Phyllis."

"My waitress last night and this morning at the joint where I booked in."

"God you poor man but you might get lucky, that's a ratio of three females to one male. Keep that up and as I say you might get lucky."

"That's a lovely comment Paula and you make great coffee. Now perhaps you can brief my while I stare at your boobs."

"Ohmigod, I don't know how to handle you Vic."

"Gently."

She screamed with laughter, settled down and gave the briefing. Vic's primary role was to check and approve the expense chits of all company personnel, from the vice-president down. He used Paula to crosscheck and it was her task to do the spot-checking and the initial investigation on any suspicion of irregularities and to follow up on genuine mistakes by the claimant.

"We assume that everyone from the vice-president down is cheating the company?"

Paula looked towards the door nervously and whispered yes. 

"And the majority of irregularities concern claiming above entitlements?"

"Yes."

"Don't look surprised. I have experience in this work and did go to college."

Charles and another senior officer had worked with Paula on expense claims so there was no backlog to clear. For the remainder of the day she outlined Vic's other duties and he spent ninety minutes with Charles who explained how Vic had to supply back-up for him assisting with his overload and acting for him whenever Charles was away from the office.

Vic returned to his office at 5:15 and told Paula he had an appointment to see the controller in the morning.

"You'll find Mrs Wren is a total bitch. I was thinking, do you want to have dinner with me tonight? My husband is in LA over night."

"Oh yeah."

"Is that sufficiently enthusiastic for such an invitation? The kids are at their grandma's tonight."

"Ah, so I get more than dinner?"

Paula colored and said she thought they needed to discuss the wisdom of doing that although her thoughts were rather neutral because she thought Vic had the look and feel of someone who'd rise rapidly.

"You mean after dinner tonight?"

"No you fool," she giggled. "I mean up the tower."

* * *

They entered the apartment and Paula turned and quickly kissed Vic softly. They lingered linked until she broke away.

"Well you appear experienced, not being a groper."

"Or else I'm gay?"

She grinned. "I'm nervous about this. I'm thirty-eight and my daughters are thirteen and fourteen. This is their home and I've never committed adultery here."

"Well you decide. I have learned to go without when expecting it because you'll know what women are. We can always go it another time, somewhere else."

"No here, tonight."

"Well you order take-outs and I run a bath."

"Take-outs? I was going to cook for you."

"Okay but get the stuff ready but come bath with me."

"With me? You mean you wish to bath with me?"

"Yes."

"Ohmigod, my husband won't even look at me in the bath."

"Well that's his loss isn't it?"

Paula arrived nude and immediately said she'd birthed two children and was carrying a little extra weight.

"That's fine and many women are a great deal fatter than you. Who said fat women shouldn't be fucked?"

"Ohmigod."

Vic dropped the towel from around his waist and Paula said "Ohmigod" again, looking at his entire body and not just his half-aroused dick.

Vic helped her in and they discussed what they liked about sex and what really turned them on.

"Will you do anal with me? My husband won't do it."

He replied, "Let's see how we go. Is that why you occasionally break out?"

"Yes it's the main reason."

A few minutes later after Paula had gotten Vic filly erect with her feet, he pulled her on to him and pushed most of it into her.

"Oh that's just great," she cooed, as they sat quietly with Vic playing with her breasts and when her nipples were taut she sucked one of them, staring at him.

They had a very late night and as Vic was leaving, their kiss ending, Paula thanked him for leaving her with a tender ass.

* * *

Paula became another June for Vic, being the presence of a more mature woman he needed to advance his emotional development. She taught him about women although she and he only had sex very infrequently, knowing the risks were high. They operated as a team, rather than in a master-servant relationship. He'd found the controller was not the bitch he'd been led to expect and worked on fine-turning Paula's attitudes towards other women after noticing whenever guys came in to berate her for challenging expense claims she treated them coolly like assholes but if the complaint was female Paula was totally defensive and if it was a woman in a senior position her voice and hands shook.

Vic's approach was to convince her it was not a tribal thing, that women were not out to get her or at least to belittle her, they were actually attempting solely to throw a smokescreen or to try to ensure their claim stayed intact, that it was nothing to do with Paula personally even if they treated her like a bitch. Paula wore that but no way would she accept that Mrs Wren wasn't and out-and-out bitch.

"She's just bad-tempered and possibly has piles," Vic said wearily and Paula gaped and replied, "But she can't have; Mrs Wren is god." At last came the breakthrough, with Paula inadvertently admitting what her problem was with Mrs Wren: Mrs Wren was a bad-tempered authority whom Paula subconsciously considered was a god and should act like one.

Vic gradually got Paula to see the light, so much so that when they heard Mrs Wren's PA had resigned Vic told Paula to apply for the position.

"No way. It's a senior position."

"What's the fastest way to gain seniority?"

"To work hard to secure higher grading."

"Or to gain a senior position on merit. Paula please think about it. You worked in three other sections of Mrs Wren's domain before coming here. She will know you two or three times better than any other PA from other departments interested in the position. Guess who Mrs Wren will be looking at intently."

"Me?"

"Yes Paula Thomas."

"Ohmigod."

"Yes Paula, work on your application now while I write you're a glowing reference."

"But why are you doing this; don't you like me any more?"

"Paula, you are singularly responsible in this office for assisting me to head towards maturity. Charles, bless him, hasn't done a fucking thing for me apart from dumping work on me that I accept is my role. Look at me now and think about it Paula... eight months ago when I walked into this office you called me a boy. Think about it!"

"Ohmigod. And now my faith in you is being returned? I can see it now."

"Actually what did it Paula was your desire to get a leg over and see how I went?"

"Ohmigod, you are so disgusting."

Three weeks later Paula left for her new office besides Mrs Wren's with its connecting door.

Vic thought he wouldn't get sexy with his new PA. It had been a risk going down that track with Paula but she'd turned out to be remarkably well suited for that sort of two-pronged relationship. He needn't have worried. HR turned up with a woman, a spinster who lived with her sister, aged fifty-five who was so fast, so competent and so dedicated that she reduced Vic's work volume by half.

Two months later Mrs Wren called Vic to her office. Paula called him a minute later and said, "Wash your face and brush your hair. This is really big."

Alice Wren, moving off her chair uncomfortably and standing, said, "Welcome Vic, I'd like to introduce our vice-president Mr Wood. You will have seen him in the distance. Evan, this is Victor Stone, one of the best young executives I've had through my department in years, in fact probably the best ever."

"Good morning Victor. We have a minor crisis and this is to be kept very confidential."

"Absolutely sir."

"Call me Evan. We had a considerable amount of money missing from petty cash and engaged an outside auditor who traced the thief to our own internal audit department. The department manager has admitted the theft. He's walked, not paying back a cent but his loss of entitlements leaves us about even. If he attempts to sue us he'll be prosecuted for theft and is aware of that."

"This is the messy side to business administration isn't it Evan, hitting you in the gut when you find it is someone you've trusted?"

Evan glanced at Alice and nodded. "Quite right."

Evan patted his reclining hairline. "We wish to make an internal appointment but for obvious reasons have no wish to appoint someone from within audit itself. I've chaired a committee who examined twenty-seven possible candidates to be the replacement manager. There were no interviews, just an examination of CVs and other documentation including work records."

"So I'm the pick."

"I haven't said that yet, but yes. The choice was almost unanimous. You are short on experience but the work you have been doing is the closet to internal audit and you did work with a firm on internal audit during a summer semester. And yes the position is yours if you want it, on three months' trial."

"I'll accept but only as a permanent appointment."

There was a minute's standoff.

Alice said, "Do it Evan; he's the best candidate."

"Very well. Your salary kicks up to $62,000 and you receive an expense account and company vehicle. Any questions?"

"Just the one. I assume I can trust no one in that department?"

Evan grinned. "As you told us Alice, this young man is good. It seems reasonable to trust your chief administrator, Miss Ryan, who is our president's daughter."

"Being the president's daughter doesn't make her immune from being implicated in theft as a servant. I'll have to be suspicious of everything."

"For goodness sake Vic, don't let Daniel hear you suspect his daughter."

"He won't hear it from me but if he hears anything he hears it. Internal Audit should have no friends, show no favors, don't you think?"

"Ah yes, Vic. It's a very expensive department so we expect high performance."

"Thank you for that vote of confidence Evan."

"Right that's all Vic, and congratulations," Alice smiled. "Please go down to HR and Helene the manager will attend to you personally. You are undoubtedly our youngest senior executive so watch your step because everyone will be watching you."

"Thank you Alice and thank you for your confidence in me."

Going down the elevator to the twelfth level, Vic called Paula.

"Wow!"

"Yes wow," she said, a big smile reflected in her tone. "Remember I picked you would be on the fast track but I must say this is bigger than even I expected."

Vic said truthfully, "Just a matter of being the right guy in the right place and the right time honey. Will catch you later."




Vic Stone Takes the Hard Road



* * * 

Vic's new office was on the twentieth level, just two below the presidential floor and boardroom.

He called his seven personnel into his office and introductions were made. Miss Ryan was a great-looking chick, probably only a couple of years older than Vic but her body looked pretty so-so.

"Right, you all know your previous manager has gone and why and that I'm the new guy in charge and am younger than any of you. That's just how the dice rolls. Upstairs wants no muck-ups over this and that's why they've handpicked me. Before I interview you all separately, and I said interview, not interrogate, I invite anyone who was involved in any way with Alf Godfrey's theft and the tens of thousands of dollars he siphoned from this company to clear your desk and walk out within the next hour. Do that and you'll walk away free. If you are contaminated and stay on here and I find out you will be dealt with severely. Now those comments I've just made don't apply to the innocent."

Miss Ryan flared, "But we are considered guilty until you are satisfied otherwise?"

"That's a fair assumption Miss Ryan. Tell me, in my position what would you do?"

"Well just let's say I'm applying for transfer to another department."

"Me too," said Mr Ross who wore old-style horn-rimmed glasses. "I feel insulted beyond belief."

"What would you do in my position Mr Ross?"

"Who knows, I'm an auditor not a fucking detective."

Vic eyed the three females one by one. "Is it acceptable to you ladies and also you other males if we use the word fuck in such a context, with no outsiders present?"

The responses were all yes.

"Are there any noes?"

There was silence.

"Okay Mr Ross, the restrained use of the word fuck may be used when letting off steam."

"Thank you. Call me John."

"Thank you."

"Everyone else took turns to invite Vic to call them by their first name and he reciprocated. He found out that Miss Ryan's first name was Katrina.

"Right, any questions?"

There were none.

"Who is my PA?"

"You don't have one," John said. "Katrina looks after administration for all of us and Kitty does our department's formal correspondence, photocopying and runs messages."

"Katrina please add being my PA to your duties and Kitty may deputize for you. If you don't like it leave. Now we need to go somewhere to get to know each other better. I'm aware that except for the café we are the smallest department in the company. But our role is massive. For those of you who elect to stay I invite you to join me for drinks at 4:00 across the street at Katie's Bar to chat informally. I'll pick up the tab for the first hour. Oh, attendance is compulsory for those who are staying on but you are not required to drink alcohol; just order alternative drinks." 

Vic sighed, "I'm off now for an appointment with the investigator who found that the former manager of this department was a thief. I wish to hear from him about what he found and how he conducted his investigation rather than hearing about it second-hand. I'm reputedly a good guy and am usually not this aggressive so give me a chance. I'll see you later."

Vic wasn't surprised to find the investigator had looked through hours of tapes until he found a tape showing the manager taking that money from the reserves held in the safe for extraordinary demands on petty cash. It was the only money in the safe that wasn't regularly audited and that was a huge oversight. Although the safe was locked, the key was hidden where all senior staff in finance and audit knew it was kept. The secure time lock switched in twenty minutes after the last person had left that office that evening and minutes later the camera recorded the time of the theft being conducted. The money had not been found missing until three weeks later when a spot audit was being made. Those security holes had since being filled.

The session at the bar went well. As Vic left at 5:20 Katrina fell into step beside him.

"You were a real asshole to us earlier today, walking straight in and coming down on us hard as if talking to a bunch of thieves."

"Katrina you know it had to be done."

"Yes but anyone else would have picked a more pleasant way."

"Are you sure of that?"

"Oh how would I know? Would you believe me if I said I believe absolutely Alf Godfrey acted alone. He never was one of us."

"Yes."

"What?"

"I believe you believe that."

"Oh god, there's hope for you yet."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"Even so will you come to dinner with me tonight."

"Yes in a manner of speaking. You come home for dinner at my parent's place."

"Ah no thank you. I haven't met you father yet. I should wait to visit his home until he invites me, if it ever does."

"He's in Hong Kong on business right now."

"Oh excellent. I'll accept you invitation providing you call your mom and clear it with her first. Tell her who I am."

Katrina walked away and made the call. She returned and said it was okay but her mom wondered why she was inviting him but not Mike."

"Is Mike your boyfriend?"

"Yes, just a boyfriend. Mom is aware I've never invited him home to dinner."

"I see. I'll have to think about that one."

"So will I. It probably means potentially I like you better than I like Mike."

"Mike will be thrilled to hear that."

They laughed. She gave him the address and time and kissed his cheek, going off to her vehicle.

Vic went to the mini-mansion by cab because he hadn't taken delivery of his vehicle yet and anyway he'd been drinking and would be drinking more. He went feeling uneasy and that proved justified. The meal was only okay despite being served by the family's salaried cook; he knew if his Aunt June were the cook here she'd win the accolades from this family. 

The mother was, to say the least, rather frosty and Katrina proved to be a vacuous show-off, talking about their society events including the annual garden party held at their home that always received media coverage with daughter and mother wearing designer garden party dresses. It was sickening.

At the first opportunity after dinner he announced he felt he was going to be sick and both mother and daughter picked up their phones to call a cab.

"You don't like me," Katrina sniveled. "I saw the expression on your face when you looked at me over dinner."

"We'll what did you expect," he said vaguely, tossing the ball into her court and then added, "Stand clear, I'm about to vomit."

Katrina yelled and jumped back inside, slamming the door, leaving Vic to wait for the cab alone. She had been such a disappointment to him. He grinned, wondering what she now thought of him. He was fine, not at all feeling unwell.

CHAPTER 2

Vic was back to his new apartment in time to call June about the new job but something told him to wait. He watched TV and ninety minutes later, yawning, he was about to go to bed when the phone went.

"Hi Vic, it's Evan Wood. Our company president has called me from Hong Kong and has given me the unenviable task of firing you forthwith. Sorry buddy."

Vic couldn't remember Evan being his buddy but held his tongue expect to say ominously, "Is that so?"

"Vic, please remain cool. Wait until I meet you in the morning."

Evan gave Vic the address of the café to meet at 10:00. "I'm going to butter your hand buddy and part of the deal is you are not to go near the office again or near Katrina again. She and her mother have been talking to the president. Your personal possessions will be delivered to you early morning."

"Okay Evan. I'll withhold my counter-attack until after we meet. You better make that butter very thick buddy."

"Er right."

Vic was reasonably happy. He'd reluctantly but nevertheless ambitiously had accepted that huge promotion into internal audit. What a fucking boring job. Providing the payout was large enough this was the perfect way out and to find a small business that he could run and capitalize on what he knew he had: entrepreneurial flair. He was being fired from a company that specialized in providing financial services and planning and staging fund-raising events for charitable organizations. He really had not interest in that. Yawning after a couple of more drinks he went to bed

Evan Wood looked decidedly nervous. The company's head of legal who looked totally detached accompanied him.

"Hi buddy," Evan said. "This is our head attorney Max Fife."

"Hi Max. Are you here to spoon feed Evan?"

Max ignored that cheap shot.

They all ordered light and talked generally and after eating Evan had the table cleared and got down to business.

"We wish you to sign this letter of resignation, effective forthwith and I give you my acceptance of that resignation and you request to leave the company immediately. You cite the reason as you think your new promotion is too onerous for you."

"I see."

"If we fired you we'd have to give a reason and you could fight your dismissal on legal grounds and if it went to court you would bring out the fact that the president's daughter has taken a huge dislike to you."

"Oooh, the company would be ridiculed throughout the business world for dismissing a senior executive on those whimsical grounds wouldn't it buddy," Vic grinned.

Max said, "That's enough Evan."

"Here's the deal Vic. Since you have already suggested legal action against us is possible we will hand you \$100,000 cash in return for your resignation and signing a legal document Max will go over with you in which you undertake to take no legal action against the company whatsoever."

Fifteen minutes later Vic walked off to his bank and deposited the big bundle of cash. It counted to exactly 100 grand.

A little dazed Vic went home where he found his possession from his office waiting for him. He called June and told her how he'd landed a fabulous promotion yesterday and today he'd been fired, under coercion of resigning because the boss's daughter didn't like him.

"They can't do that."

"Well they have."

"Well take them to court for unjustified dismissal, complete reinstatement and seek damages of $25,000."

"I can't. They have paid me $100,000 to resign and keep quite about it and not to take legal action against them."

"Christ, which kind of business do they do in Chicago? It sounds like those peopled are doped out of their brains."

"I was going to invite you to come to Chicago this weekend to celebrate my big job. Could you still come and celebrate my hugely successful exit from the company."

"Yes, we'll come. Larry is itching to visit Chicago."

"Oh great, I'll show him around while you and Ken check out suppliers and some of the leading men's clothing stores and their suppliers. Then we'll dine out together and do a couple of shows. You guys buy your return flight tickets and I'll reimburse you. I'll book you into a two-bedroom classy hotel suite and everything this weekend is on me. You guys treated me just great for two years."

"Ken won't like it; he'll think of it as charity."

"Kick his ass June and tell him that's the way it is. Phone me re your arrival time at O'Hare."

They had an amazing weekend, doing everything tourists strive to do and doing it expensively. The family stayed at the Peninsula Hotel and the three of them were awed by it, making Vic very happy.

Just before entering security at the airport June raced back to kiss Vic again. "Darling, if you find you are unhappy living in Chicago please come home."

He waved as she caught up to Ken and Larry who were waiting and Vic found himself sniffing and blew his nose.

During the next five weeks he worked at answering business ads that had some initial appeal and visited business agencies. It was thankless work because half were patently scams and almost half were undercapitalized failing businesses promising the world to get their hands on his cash. It became quite depressing.

Paula had turned up at his apartment a week after he terminated with the company to cook him dinner and cheer him up. She didn't have to really think what to do to achieve that result, at least temporarily.

She came another twice and then called to say she believed her husband had become suspicious because he'd phoned her girlfriends he knew to see if they knew where she was. "I better withdraw my services darling."

Vic soothed, "I understand."

"Sorry."

"Paula, your family comes first. Just remember that."

She called next day. "I approached my friend Joan, you'll remember her, a fleshy redhead. She and her husband have this agreement about playing around."

"Ah yes, she wanted me to make her pregnant."

"Yes that's the one. If you want her on Friday night you can have her."

"Yeah okay."

"She doesn't cook well; you'd be advised to eat out."

Over dinner at a restaurant after fucking themselves almost legless, Joan asked what work was Vic involved in.

"Looking for work."

She giggled and they talked about it and she became interested. "You ought to talk to my brother's girlfriend's much older sister. She's a new divorcee with a barrow load of money looking for a business partner with acumen who today was as rare as hen's teeth. Most people she's contacted act suspiciously like latent swindlers."

"What's a latent swindler?"

"A person who rises up and bites, separating you and your money when you least expect it."

"Oh, I know the problem."

"Marcia knows Paula whom I know would give you a glowing testimonial."

* * *

Vic was walking to the café following a sexy bitch who had A1 legs and a ass that any guy would like to use to write sex messages and then he did a double take... black hat, red top and white skirt. Jesus, it was her!

He hurried closer. "Marcia?"

She turned, smiled and asked. "Vic?"

He said yes and kissed her on the lips before he had time to think he shouldn't do that.

She grabbed on to her hat and looked surprised. "God you are a fast worker."

"It was a greeting."

"I know but you kissed me in a very familiar fashion."

"I'd sorry."

"Don't be. There's the café fifty yards in front of us."

She'd suggested on the phone to meet at 1:30 as by then some of the 'one o'clockers' as she called them would have gone, freeing up tables. She was correct. They walked through a found a table outside just being cleared overlooking the river.

"How's this?"

"Perfect."

She blushed, becoming aware Vic was looking at her boobs.

He said smoothly, "Eating while looking over water aids the digestion."

"I bet not as much as chewing slowly and thoroughly," she giggled.

Joan had said Marcia was thirty and was getting over her divorce very well. 

Vic had resolved not to mention that. "I sorry to hear about your divorce."

He cringed.

"It's already behind me. I wanted kids, he wasn't ready to have kids he said, we argued. We argued lots more and the marriage just fell apart. Neither of us is bitter but found out our basic differences too late. He still calls me to check that I'm getting along okay. What about you? Going steady I would think, a catch like you?"

Vic pretended not to have heard that last bit. "I made a mistake by openly criticizing a woman I'd just met and in front of her mother I'd already thought didn't like me much. Bang and I lost my job."

"Oh is that what happened? Paula's version was you resigned suddenly, thinking the job was too complicated for you."

"Or too boring. Well I must not talk about it. I entered a hush money agreement."

"Oh I see. Those fucking two cows."

"What is a lovely woman like you using language like that?"

Marcia laughed and said, "I think I rather like you. Let's get some wine."

Two hours later they stood in a marketplace crowded with women buying cheap designer brands of clothing, jewelry and cosmetics.

"You want to develop a business like this?"

"Yes Vic, but not here and not near-junk like this. Same thing but top-end product... end of lines, lines with minor defects, end of season's lines, stock from clearances to make way for new stock coming into designer brand stores."

"Isn't that being done?"

"Yes, in many places in the city and some designer stores even have their own outlet shops. My thinking goes beyond that."

"Designer Outlet City?"

"Oh, good boy and I love the name. Come, I'll show you."

It was just a short cab ride away. The walked around the 'island' supermarket bounded by streets on all sides with parking lots on three sides and then walked through the huge building.

"As far as supermarkets go this is obsolete. The operators want it bigger, brighter and anchoring a host of smaller mainly service type stores that create a one-stop shopping center based around kitchen-bathroom-laundry-garden needs. Their replacement opens in six weeks and this one closes two weeks later. My father, a prominent attorney, and my mother own this property and are prepared to lease me the entire site with the first four months rent free, what's called a rental holiday."

"And is what you propose viable?"

"It looks that way. I can show you the figures."

They walked to a line-up of cabs. "So you want my money and my business head to run the show for you?"

"Yes, more or less. Your one hundred grand and I put in one hundred grand and we borrow working capital from me at lower than commercial rate to get the building tarted up and stocked. I received more than three million bucks in my divorce settlement. I want you to talk to my father to check this all out. During the last couple of days he's had you checked out and is satisfied. I have no business experience and he won't allow me to launch into this with just anyone."

"Okay, I'm interested. What now?"

"Vic you appear to have ended disastrously when you last went to a new girlfriend's place for dinner so I won't invite you home for dinner. Oh, don't blush but Joan did say go to your place and cook dinner. If you like me enough you may deliver what I need. I don't have that kind of guy at present. As in business, just any guy simply will not do."

"I see. Well come to my humble apartment and we'll talk about this. I have good food supplies on hand."

* * *

There was nothing much to look at in the apartment so Marcia just glanced around and then settled into the tiny open kitchen and asked Vic to fix drinks.

She kept glancing at him and he knew what that was about. She really wanted it, or at least to know she would be getting it tonight.

In the crafty way Vic's thoughts went, he handed Marcia her Vodka on the rocks with a dash of lime juice and asked, "Do I need to go out for condoms?"

She looked at him deeply, said cheers and threw down a slug of her drink. "No unless you are no confident about the health of your cock."

"I'm confident. You're a great looking chick Marcia. I'm looking forward to sharing bodies."

The cutting knife chopped dangerously close to Marcia's fingers. "Put some music on darling."

* * *

Marcia thought he really was a smooth one. He was practically up her all ready. Those dark amorous eyes and his slick black hair were doing things to her, making her legs feel like opening wide. Even so first impressions were he was appeared a straight upfront guy; she already felt she could trust him and work with him. Having great sex with him would be a bonus. She might even live with him until she met a guy who looked fatherly; this guy looked 100% female predator.

She pushed her crotch against the drawer handle below her. She couldn't recall ever wanting sex this much. The divorce had thrown her off balance, totally disrupting her hitherto smooth life and she'd had sex with a few guys since the marital breakup but had failed to be blown away. Perhaps that was about to change.

The guy she'd just involuntarily called darling had soft music playing and was now sliding in behind her as she worked. She braced to feel him grope her breasts. But no, he shocked. Wordlessly he dropped down and reaching up under her skirt pulled her panties down. Also wordlessly she stepped out of them, her mind spinning and her breathing rate lifting.




Vic Stone Takes the Hard Road



He patted her ass and walking to the open end of the bench actually folded her panties neatly and left them there. He grabbed the meat and went out on to the deck to the barbeque grill. "It's great out here, no wind. You have the choice of eating here or inside."

"Out there sounds great. I can't believe I allowed you to take off my panties like that."

"Don't fret. I decided to do it to make you focus."

"Well your expectation might be exceeded."

"Great. Another drink while the cooker is warming up?"

"Yes please... and some kisses."

Marcia allowed his probing tongue to just touch hers and was pushing him away to make the salad when her phone went.

"Hi daddy, I'm fine thank you."

"Oh, good. Just a moment. I'm talking to Vic now and will ask."

She turned to Vic and said her father had just had an appointment cancelled and could meet Vic over lunch tomorrow.

"Yes, that's fine."

"Daddy that's fine but Vic won't want to lunch at a stuffy club, I shouldn't think. I know he likes riverside cafés because I met him at one. The Regal? That's rather upmarket but yes; I tell him to wear a jacket. Good night daddy. My love to mom. I'll be home late as we are talking about going to a movie."

As Marcia snapped her phone shut Vic grinned. "So you lie to daddy?"

"Just little ones. He'll have in his mind the concept that a good girl doesn't fuck on the first date."

"But we're not on a date."

"I know but daddy doesn't know that. My boobs are swollen. Could we have a quickie before you begin cooking?"

"Good idea."

Vic took Marcia to the sofa.

"I think I'm very moist from anticipation. Slide straight in if you wish."

"Let me first view these boobs."

He released them and said they were a great set and kissed them reverently. Yes, reverently. Marcia then knew she was now more than moist. God he was sexy.

Vic dropped her skirt and looked admiringly at her pussy. She squirmed, mouth open and screaming at him silently. So he dropped his trousers and briefs and pushed in and she seized him.

There are fucks and good fucks. They had a very good one. Marcia had a star shell burst in front of her eyes and she heaved but he continued on and built up to another release. She yelled she was coming and he timed his ejaculation beautifully.

"You better be protected," he grinned.

She smiled happily and said she was and asked for a towel. 

They ate, completely relaxed, as if they'd always dined and fucked together. For the next couple of hours Marcia talked about her concept, the practicalities and at that point Vic probed to determine based on what she was telling him, perceived strengths and weaknesses.

When that ended Marcia said, "What do you think?"

"Provided its promoted well it should continue on well after the initial burst of consumer excitement because as they say is everyone loves a bargain. The keys are your warehouse must be customer friendly, rapid stock turnover and spots where customers are blown away by what they find."

"You share my view," Marcia said. "Let's clear away and go to bed."

* * *

Well Vic had found his place to be. Daddy liked him and when mommy met him she was over the moon about him.

The business was soundly developed and opened spectacularly and once the hub-bub died it kept on trading well, with many women adopting the habit of meeting there because it had a great coffee shop.

Marcia, now unprotected and attempting to become pregnant under Vic's unflagging sexual attention, managed her little empire. Vic had shifted across the street into an office and was building a business consultancy and was in talks with two investors about forming a company under his management to specialize in multi-property retail redevelopment projects. 

Both Marcia and Vic considered they had it all and were committed to starting a family, whether or not they married. They had gained the happiness both had sought and with someone to share it.

THE END