0 comments/ 143672 views/ 7 favorites Public Service By: hotcat Most of my friends and family would agree that I seem to have a knack for knowing about things before they happen. Call it precognition. Sometimes the knowledge comes in dreams, sometimes just a hunch, sometimes in the guiding voice I've learned to listen to. This knack is often handy, like the day I postponed a trip to the bank to deposit some checks, only to learn that it was being robbed just about the time I would have arrived. And sometimes, the foreknowledge gets me in trouble. I awakened before dawn one morning from an intense and erotic dream, and literally pounced on my surprised but very obliging husband, grabbing him by his morning hard-on and pulling him onto me. I was fully aroused by the images so recently coursing through my mind and he slid right in, his dick awake even if his mind wasn't quite up to speed. No long, tender lovemaking that morning – just a hot, deep fuck, exactly what the doctor ordered. By his third thrust I was coming, moaning in pleasure, my tightly clutching pussy wrenching him into high gear. Pushing my knees up toward my chest, he mumbled "Damn, girl, what got you so hot?" and began to pump me like a jackhammer, his thrusts short and intense. He was soon groaning as his dick fired half a dozen spurts of cum into me, and he collapsed onto my breasts, his breath ragged against my throat. "What prompted that?" he asked in amazement, rolling off onto his side, his eyes bleary with sleep and pleasure. I chuckled and contemplated whether to tell him. "A dream I was having, at least until the damn cat woke me up. His timing was terrible." "Must have been some dream, baby". He looked at me curiously. "You wanna tell me about it?" I proceeded to relate the dream, which involved him bringing home a guy to help him fuck me. "Somehow, you became friends with this young black cop named Charlie, and had told him that I was interested in a three-way with you and another guy. He liked the idea, so you surprised me by bringing him home one evening after work." "Hmm, sounds like things got interesting…" my now-intrigued spouse mused. "Was he any good?" I chuckled, blushing. "Let's just say Charlie had made the right choice to go into public service and really knew how to use his 'night stick'." We both laughed, although the memory of Charlie's thick black dick still made my pussy throb. My husband could see from the far-away look in my eyes that this fantasy really did something for me. "Would you really like to try something like that someday – I mean, with the right person?" "You find Charlie, and I'd do it in a heartbeat!" He knew right then I meant every word. Now, understand that although we've tried our share of creative sexual experiences, adding another man to our lovemaking was something neither of us expected we'd actually do. Relegate that one to the drawer of potent fantasies to be dragged out on a dull night or for masturbation when the vibrator alone didn't do it for me. I've always been the more adventurous of the two of us, although my husband has generally been quite willing to fulfill my fantasies. He's just not usually the sort who thinks these crazy ideas up or finds a way to put them into action. That fall, my husband joined a darts league, a sport he'd enjoyed when we first started dating. I had encouraged him to get out more in the hopes that he'd make some friends and maybe spend less time nuking demons on his computer. After a few games, he began to get his throwing arm back and seemed to be having a pretty good season. He often returned home late on Thursday nights in a merry, convivial mood, having nursed a beer or two and reveled in the general ambience of the bar where his league played. Although he was usually too mellow to be romantically inclined on those evenings, I didn't really mind. As he opened up, our marriage got sweeter and more passionate, too. Not a bad trade off, to my way of thinking. Every once in a while he'd call from the bar before heading home, jazzed from all the energy of a good game, and tell me to be waiting for him. This was his signal that he wanted a hot fuck when he got home. I'd turn down the lights, and put on some mellow music, then hop into the shower. Quickly toweling dry, I'd brush out my long dark hair, slip on something interesting, and play with myself until I was good and wet, just the way he liked me. From time to time, my horny little mind wandered back to the dream about Charlie, the images racing through my overheated imagination. It wasn't the color of his skin that got me so hot. I'd had a couple of black lovers in college, enjoying the novelty but not finding them as assertive as I wanted. Maybe it was the uniform… My dad had worked enforcement and our home was always full of a stream of young men in uniforms. Heaven forbid that a one of them ever laid hands on me, and they knew it. The Old Man's daughter was Off Limits. No matter how hard I flirted and teased, I never got one of those earnest young cops out of his dress blues and into my tight cotton panties. One afternoon, as I was sitting at my desk paying bills, I heard an unexpected knock at the door. I was annoyed at the interruption but rose to answer, expecting school children selling candy again or the Jehovah's Witnesses come to save my soul. Instead, I found myself facing a young police officer. A young black police officer. "Can I help you?" I asked, puzzled. "Good afternoon, Ma'am. I'm Officer Cunningham. Are you aware that there have been a number of break-ins in your neighborhood?" In fact I was, and had been concerned about the problem. "The Department has us out offering free checks of the citizens' homes and making suggestions about how to improve security. Would you like for me to look over your house for you?" I was actually a little nervous. First, the house was a mess, and secondly, I didn't know this guy and didn't usually make a habit of letting unfamiliar men into my home while there alone. Then I felt silly - he was a police officer, after all. What could be safer that that? "Sure," I said, unlatching the door. "Come on in. I'm sorry about all the mess…" He smiled gorgeously and I suddenly realized what an attractive guy he was. "Don't worry – my place is a mess, too!" I led him through the house to the back and side doors and he made a few simple recommendations on improving the locks. "How about the window latches? Do you lock your windows, too?" As he passed by me, I caught a whiff of the after shave he was wearing, something spicy and subtle, and appraised his broad shoulders and tight, rounded ass, so smug in the crisp dark uniform slacks he wore. He was a big guy, probably six two, with the mass that indicated he'd probably played football somewhere. We wandered from room to room, me making small talk and scoping him out as he checked the window latches and fire alarms. His hair was cropped short, and he wore a neatly trimmed mustache above his full, sensual mouth. My mind was going a million miles an hour and I could feel the heat building in my belly. He turned, "Now what about your bedroom? That's where most of these break-ins have occurred. We need to be sure you'll be safe." I led him into our bedroom, noticing the sheets still flung back from this morning and my negligee where I had thrown it across the foot of the bed. He glanced at me and smiled again, that warm gold and ivory grin, and then I happened to read his nametag: Officer Charles Cunningham. Charlie. Oh shit. I must have turned pale or gulped or something, because he immediately moved to steady me. "Is something wrong, Ma'am? Here, why don't you sit down…" He moved me to the bedside, his luminous dark eyes searching mine. "Can I get you something? Some water?" I shook my head dumbly, too overwhelmed with the weirdness of the situation and my arousal to speak. For a long minute we just looked at each other, searching faces for information, desire, permission. After what seemed like hours, he grinned again and whispered huskily, "I know just what you need, Ma'am, and I'll be happy to help you out. After all, public service is what it's all about." His hand, large and warm, cupped my cheek as he stepped forward and bent to kiss me, enveloping my mouth with his soft, full lips. I groaned and leaned into him, my arms enfolding his narrow waist, conscious of the ripple of muscles under his shirt. His thick tongue parried with my own as his hands found their way up to release the pin which contained my hair and buried themselves in the dark curls that tumbled down. Through my T-shirt, I could feel the bulk of his chest, his service weapon, mace and radio providing odd counterpoint to the sleekness of his body. Against my belly I could feel the bulk of his cock straining against the twill of his slacks and I ached to free and worship it. He slid one hand down my back to my waist and up under the thin cotton of my shirt to cup my breast, thumbing the already erect nipple. I arched involuntarily to his touch, and reached to gently squeeze his bulging hard-on. His dark eyes dilated and he groaned softly. Giving my breast a last tweak, he stepped back a pace and placed both of his hands on his hips, the perfect picture of a police officer who means business. "Now Ma'am, don't you know there are consequences for fondling an officer of the law?" He began to unbutton his uniform shirt, the white undershirt beneath taut across his massive chest. "You'll need to do just what I say, and don't make things any harder on yourself that they already are." At this, he grinned again, and stripped off the navy shirt and white tee. The breadth of his chest gleamed like walnut, sparsely furred with tight black curls and adorned with small ebony nipples. God in heaven, he was every bit as gorgeous as in my dream, and standing before me in the flesh. What would my husband say? Hell, did I even care? My pussy rippled in anticipation, my wetness soaking through the crotch of my jeans, spreading the musk of my desire. "Take off your shirt. Now!" He nodded at me, prompting. I slipped off the purple T-shirt, my full, heavy breasts jostling each other, their carmine tips hard with desire. Charlie whistled. "Now that's a lotta evidence!" He began to undo his service belt, slowly slipping the thick leather free of the brass buckle, and shifting the heavy assemblage to one hand. He carefully laid the belt with its holstered revolver and other gear across the dresser, within easy reach, then turned back to me. "Seems to be heatin' up in here." My eyes were glued on his crotch like a starving man fixed on a gourmet meal. Noticing my hungry stare, he prompted, "I got something you need, Ma'am?" I dumbly nodded, my free hand snaking down to my crotch. Charlie grinned again, and kicking off his brogans and socks, he began to unzip his trousers. Like a cobra emerging from a basket, his cock sprung out long and thick, the tip a dusky plum already oozing precum. Lord, I wanted him in my mouth. "Take off your jeans!" he ordered, stepping out of his own slacks to stand naked and rampant beside the bed, "…and lay back." Who was I to argue with a police officer, especially one waving a substantial cudgel at me? Shaking, I slipped free of my jeans, my eyes fixed on his, and he stepped up to the edge of the bed and knelt, burying his face between my knees. Charlie slipped his big hands under my ass, cradling my full cheeks, and began to inhale my scent, all the more musky with my arousal. "Baby, you smell so sweet, and I want me some of that sugar," he whispered, covering my trembling inner thighs and pussy lips with the lightest of kisses. Blowing his heated breath softly over my rising clit, he nuzzled his full mouth between the petals of my sex and began to lap hungrily at my pussy, slipping his thick tongue into my vagina to draw forth the syrup that was pouring out. The delicate fringe of his mustache tickled at the tender flesh of my swollen clitoris, and he continued to lick and suck at my flower. His tongue, lips and face were a symphony of sensations that spiraled up from my cunt into my belly and exploded out of me in a deep, shuddering wail, accompanying the orgasm that roiled through me. Charlie kissed me playfully on the tummy and whispered "Just as sweet as he said you'd be." What?!? Jerked up out of the pleasure haze I drifted in, I opened my eyes and nearly fainted. There, leaning against the bedroom doorway stood my husband, slowly stroking his very erect cock with a look of pure lust on his gentle features. I began to stammer out some lame explanation, and Charlie gently placed his huge hand over my mouth. "Hush up and just enjoy it, baby." In a voice thick with passion, my husband spoke "Be a good girl and do what the officer tells you to do, honey." Charlie rose to his feet, his chocolate skin glistening with the sheen of desire. I looked from one man to the other, considered the opportunity and nodded. I know a good thing when presented with one. Or, as in this case, two. "You know, Ma'am, an officer of the law has got to keep his equipment cleaned and ready for use at all times, and I think my nightstick needs a little bit of polishing. How 'bout you helpin' me out?" No need to ask me twice. I slid unsteadily off the bed and onto my knees, cupping the big cop's large balls to my face and drinking in his scent. Moistening my lips, I gently slid my open mouth up the underside of his heavy dick, almost like playing a harmonica, enjoying the subtle texture of the veins that ringed it. As I made my way to the head, I slowed, and cupping my tongue, gathered it into my hungry mouth and savoring the salty sweetness of the moisture gathered there. Intensely aware that my husband's hungry eyes were fixed on us, I worked at Charlie's cock with all my skill, alternately swallowing him deeply and sucking noisily at the flared head. Tonguing all the way from Charlie's balls to the pulsing tip of his rod, I stopped to tease my tongue tip into his slit, enjoying the visceral groan that emerged from deep within him. From his vantage point by the doorway, my husband spoke: "Why don't you two make yourselves a little more comfortable up on the bed. That way, maybe I could join you." I could see by the brilliance of his eyes and the way he manhandled his straining erection that he was very turned on by the hot image of his woman on her knees with another man's dick down her throat. My pussy ached, the rosy lips swollen open to expose the ruby bud of my big clit. I could feel the moisture that trickled out of my cunt and down my inner thighs onto the hardwood floor and I knew my husband could see and smell how turned on I was. Easing out of my grasp, Charlie lay back against the pile of pillows on our bed, his big body a landscape of gleaming dark planes and muscular curves. He wrapped his fist around the purple-black shaft of his cock and squeezed out a pearly trickle. The sight made me gasp with desire as my cunt did summersaults. I climbed up onto the bed on hands and knees, and lowered my face onto the streaming staff between Charlie's muscular thighs. I love to suck cock almost as much as my husband loves having me do it, and I knew he was totally aware of what our guest was receiving from my skillful mouth. Humping his wet cock against me, my husband bent to lay a swath of kisses down my back as I knelt with my tail in the air, and playfully slapped my ass with his palm before sliding home into my well-lubricated cunt. "God, sweetheart, you are so wet! What a hot, horny girl you are!" One foot braced on the edge of the bed, he grasping my waist with both hands and began raking his erection in and out of my clinching pussy. There I was, pinned between two powerful men, my mouth getting plugged by the hot young cop I dreamed about and my husband fucking me like no tomorrow. I was in heaven! Charlie steadied my head with his big hand as he pumped his ebony dick in and out of my mouth and his free hand cupped my breast. With long fingers, he pinched and tugged at the fat hard nipple he found there, working me in rhythm with his thrusts as I jerked his cock is tight, fast strokes, tugging at the glans with all the suction I could manage. Suddenly he arched and muttered, "Aw, yeah!" and I felt him flare in my mouth, straining my lips as he launched pulse after pulse of thick salty cum down my throat. The knot of desire in my belly surged toward orgasm and I groaned with pleasure as my husband rammed his cockhead deep into me, his powerful thrusts a sure sign of his approaching climax. When he slipped his thumb, well soaked with my own juices, into my tight asshole, we both began to come, hollering with the exquisite intensity of the sensations. Deep in my belly, I could feel the jets of hot semen spurting from his dick and splattering my womb, as he clutched my body to his in ecstasy. In the pleasure fog that followed, I was vaguely aware of my husband's softening cock slipping out of me as I shifted to lie beside Charlie with my face pillowed on his belly. There, curled between the two of them I dozed for some time, until Charlie gently shook me and whispered "Rise and shine, sleepyhead. I gotta go to work." He grabbed up his uniform shirt and slipped it on over his T-shirt, then reached for his pants where they lay in a heap on the floor. Puzzled I asked, "You mean you weren't on duty earlier?" Charlie and my sleepy husband glanced at each other and both burst out laughing. "Well, no, not really." Charlie grinned that gorgeous gold and ivory smile, and stepped into his navy twill slacks, tucking his heavy penis behind his shirttail and raising his zipper. More than a little embarrassed, I noted, "I gather this whole encounter was a set up?" My husband winked and patted my hip. "You tell her, Charlie." "Let's just say I understood from your old man that you wanted to cultivate a good working relationship with an officer of the law and I was happy to oblige. We throw darts in the same league." Charlie tied his shiny brogans and buckled his belt, then checked to be sure his radio was turned on and his other equipment was settled in place. Running his big hand through his short, cropped hair, he smiled again and bent to kiss my cheek. "Yep, Public Service, that's what it's all about. You folks get into any trouble again, just give Officer Charlie Cunningham a call. I'd be pleased to help you out any time." Public Service Caitlyn Mathison walked into the Galloway mansion, tossed her coat at the doorman, and headed toward the dining room. She gave a brittle smile as all eyes turned to note her entrance. The smile never quite reached her eyes. Jack Galloway got up from his seat at the head of the table and kissed her on the cheek. "You're late," he commented, with perhaps a note of censure in his voice, as he pulled out her chair for her. "I'm sorry, we got stuck it traffic. All the people that work in New York heading home to Connecticut, I suppose." "Funny, Dearest, but when James called from the car he said that you were running late with your manicure and massage and that you had informed him that we could all wait." Caitlyn could not believe Jack was discussing this in front of guests. It took her a second to recall that James was her driver. She made a mental note to discuss this with Jack later ... and to fire James. She smiled at the guests and at her futures, in what she hoped was a humble manner, while vowing that someone would pay for her embarrassment. "Well, you caught me. My cuticles were really dreadful. And, well, my weekly massage is the only thing that keeps me sane." Her explanation was met with polite smiles and a bowl of thin broth was placed before her. She looked at the prime rib that everyone else was enjoying. "What's this? I'm famished, and would prefer the main course now." Jack's mother, Eliza, spoke up. "It's your dinner, dear. We know that you want to take off a few pounds before the wedding, and... well, you are late. Beggars can't be choosers." Caitlyn looked at her future mother, aghast that she would talk to her in such a manner. One thing she had never been was a beggar! She opened her mouth to tell the old bitch that this really was not appropriate when Jack spoke up. "Don't do it, Caitlyn. I think it's time to discuss the reason for this dinner." She tried to ignore Jack, but when she went to address Eliza she could not quite remember what she wanted to say. She covered it by addressing her fiancé instead. "I would think that the reason would be to dine, Jack." "That's what you get for thinking, Cait. Do less of it in the future. All you need to think is what I want you to think. Of course, you have never concerned yourself with learning what that would be, so it might take you a while to work it out." Caitlyn's jaw dropped. She was suddenly finding it harder to concentrate. "The reason for this dinner is to explain to you your future role as a Galloway." She looked around for help understanding what was going on, but nobody came to her aid. They just stared at her, all with varying expressions that she could not quite read. "I... I think I know the duties of a wife. Isn't it a little late to be discussing this? It's less than a month before the wedding." Jack's father, a silver haired man with great dignity, spoke. "We were rather hoping you would figure it out on your own, dear. But you are really just a stupid, self-centered cunt." The word was like a slap in the face. How dare he? How dare any of them? Caitlyn began to stand up, but seated herself again when Jack ordered her to. Being that nobody would call her weak-willed or mild-mannered, her acquiescence was odd in the face of what had just been said to her. It seemed to her like the room had begun to spin. "As I was saying," Jack continued, "you have no idea how to be gracious, kind, elegant, or giving. I would say that it is because you were raised with a silver spoon but everyone here knows better. You are just selfish and ungrateful. "The only time you know hunger is when you are on some silly fad diet. The only time you are cold is was when fashion dictates it. The only time you know fear is when your father threatens to cut off your credit cards. None of that excuses you, though - a lot of people have been born into privilege and still have compassion for others. "I picked you out for a potential bride the first time I laid eyes on you. You are certainly beautiful; your father is well-respected and has wonderful connections; your mother is known for her philanthropy, and obviously we are from similar backgrounds. It seemed a good match and I had hoped to find some kindness or interests in common. I have come to see that your beauty truly is only skin deep, and is bought at Sephora. "When I speak of the family's commitment to public service your eyes glaze over. You would not mind all the trappings of being from a rich political family, but you are not cut out for the responsibilities. It is no secret to anyone that you are a more of a liability than an asset. Do you remember how when Princess Diana died people were lining the streets of London, sobbing? I would not count on the same reaction if you died, although perhaps the people at your favorite department stores might hum a chorus of Ding-Dong The Witch Is Dead. Your selfishness, pettiness, and vile personality has become too much to bear. That changes tonight." She looked around the table and saw Jack's father smiling proudly; the rest of the dinner guests nodded in approval. She noticed that Jack's cousin, Clay, was leering at her. Pig! "Darling, can't we discuss this in private?" She was trying to hide the terror that was beginning to grip her. Her voiced sounded weak ... and submissive? She feared she was coming down with something, perhaps due to all the stress of planning a wedding. Maybe she was hallucinating all of this. "No. I wanted to love you, but since you are unlovable I will at least mold you into the wife I want, and need, in order to continue my goals. The people I have gathered here are my trusted friends and family. They will advise you on changes that need to be made ... and Cait, you WILL obey all these suggestions. You want to obey, don't you?" "Y..yes." As she agreed she felt a quite pleasant tingle in her pussy. "I want to obey. Ooh." Eliza spoke up. "I know your pussy is tingling, dear, but in the future you really need to suppress the audible moans. Not here, we are family. But in public." "Mother, why don't you go first?" Eliza began to speak of the importance of charity work and giving back. She told Caitlyn that she would be giving her a list of several worthy causes and that she was to choose a minimum of three. Caitlyn heard herself agreeing, and at that moment her pussy got wetter and her nipples hardened. She could actually feel a gushing sensation as her body flooded with sexual desire. She tried to stifle a moan and somewhat succeeded. Jack smiled at his mother, and gave an affectionate wink. "Thank you, Mother. Father?" Thomas Galloway spoke of the importance of good manners and how they were really just another way of giving back. He told her that being late was bad manners and that anyone that was not routinely punctual should be ashamed. Caitlyn promised to practice better manners and to work hard to give something back. As she promised her arousal grew, and she began to feel flushed. She noticed Clay staring at her breasts and she was painfully aware that her nipples were prominently displayed through her thin blouse and scanty bra. At the same time she was feeling self-conscious, her body was also being flooded with desire. Cait found herself torn between wanting to cover her breasts and wanting to thrust them out more. Cait had never felt this way before. She had known desire, but it was always on her terms. Her cool beauty had ensured that the other person always wanted her a little bit more than she wanted them, but now she could feel her control slipping away. Next, Sharon, Jack's sister, spoke up. She admonished her for being rude to the servants. Sharon told her that they performed vital services and that all the Galloway family staff were just that ... family. Caitlyn swore she would never take them for granted again. Oh, God, I am so damned ... oh, so damned horny, she thought. She longed for dinner to be over so she could finger herself ... or maybe see if Jack wanted to go upstairs. They had not been together in a couple weeks and suddenly she was craving a good, hard fucking. Tara Houghton, Jack's political adviser, pointed out that the Galloways had many good friends that were like family - and should be treated like family. In addition, there were many powerful people that needed to be courted if Jack was to reach all of his goals, and that it was her job to be very friendly to them, too. Tara asked her if she understood. "I understand ... perfectly. I will do better and will obey, oh, I ... will ... obey..." Caitlyn realized that certain words gave her an extra jolt of pleasure. Obey was definitely one. She was tempted to just chant the word and had to bite her tongue to hold back. She found herself eyeing a candlestick and wondered what it would be like to feel it inside of her. Mike Orson, Jack's best friend, spoke up and told her the press had made note of how rude she routinely was to wait-staff and salespeople and that this, also, was unacceptable. They might not be "family", but they still deserved good manners. That it should give her a warm feeling to be kind and giving. Caitlyn was openly moaning. She gasped out her understanding and her desire to obey. For a second she felt shame at her obvious horniness, but then realized she was surrounded by family. She would have to be less obvious in public, of course, but she wanted her family to know exactly how she felt. "I can practically smell her pussy from here, she is so heated up," Clay commented. "Clay," Eliza admonished, "the poor dear is probably confused! Give her time to adjust!" Most of her words were drowned out since everyone else was laughing. Jack was laughing loudest of all. "I have to say, this is the hottest I have ever seen her. Usually the bitch plays dead, and that is if I can actually get through the layers of excuses." Jack looked at his future bride. "You want to finger-fuck your cunt, don't you?" "God, yeeees." Caitlyn's well manicured hand went between her legs. At first she thought she was merely feeling the slickness of her silk panties, but then realized she was feeling her own wetness. "Stop it, you were not given permission. Don't be disobedient!" Caitlyn stopped immediately. She didn't want to stop, but she couldn't stand the thought of disobeying. She looked down at her gleaming fingers and realized that everyone else saw it too. "You can suck your fingers if you want." She wanted! Caitlyn obeyed, gratefully tasting her own juices. "You obviously love playing with your cunt. I will have to buy you lots of toys for when I am out of town, or campaigning. Lots of things to ram into your uptight little box." Caitlyn moaned around her fingers. "You really like sucking things too, huh, Cait? I know you like sucking your fingers, but I bet you wish you had a big, thick cock in your mouth instead. In a couple minutes you can suck my cock and, unless I miss my guess, several others." Caitlyn pulled her fingers out of her mouth. She heard herself thanking Jack. Sincerely thanking him. She had not been this grateful since... well, she had never been this grateful. Sucking cock was such a hot, sexy, giving thing to do. "Of course, as much as you love sucking cock, I cannot have you fellating strangers. You must always have permission first-- unless it is 'family', naturally. I think you will have all the opportunities you would like, though ... especially in election years." "Oh, Jack, can I please, please suck you off? I want to make you cum in my mouth!" "In a moment, Dearest. We are not quite through. You really should eat your broth, it must be rather cold. Would you like me to ring so they can heat it up or get you a fresh tureen?" Horror shot through her. "Oh, no, I don't want to put anyone out. This is fine! It is a little like vichyssoise without vegetables." Jack smiled in approval. "Anyhow, my platform is very much about justice and equality. That is why I made sure to put Tara in such a position of influence, to show I support the gay community. I will not have it be said that my wife does not know how to eat pussy. You would like to eat Tara's pussy, wouldn't you?" "Oh yes, Darling!" Caitlyn's mouth watered at the thought. Making Tara happy would make her happy, too. She and Tara had never gotten along, and she knew now that it was all her fault. She would not blame Tara if she were a little angry and a little rough. She was so horny that she could no longer recall if it was public service or pubic service. It didn't matter. Thinking was really beginning to hurt - she would let Jack do all the thinking from now on. Wonderfully, sexy, giving Jack. "How are you feeling, Darling? You don't think that you will be tired to make love tonight? Or have a headache? Because if you need your rest ..." "Oh, no, please, no - I will be fine! I want to ... m...make love!" "Is that true? Don't lie to your fiancé!" "No, it's not true! I don't want to make love I ... I want to fuck! Is that ok? Can we?" "Yes, Cait, but first you have to finish your broth, and make all of our guests happy, including the guests that have not shown up yet." Caitlyn asked, "Are these new guests ...friends? "Yes, good friends. Like James the driver ... and Mary Ann, of course." "Mary Ann?" Jack frowned but explained slowly. "The woman that has been giving you your weekly massages for the last two years. She has done a nice job, don't you think?" "Oh, yes! I looooove her!" Caitlyn really did adore a good massage. Maybe she would learn how to give them! That would be so nice. So giving. So obedient. So fucking hot! "Yes, Mary Ann is a wonderful woman. She was been instrumental in helping us to help you reach your true potential. So when you thank her tonight, you are really thanking her on behalf of the whole Galloway family." Caitlyn ate her broth quickly ... after all, she didn't want to keep anyone waiting. That would be rude. Public Service: Dear Diary Author's Note: If you would like some extra backstory then check out Public Service: Sasha. Disclaimer: This story may contain some things some people may find offensive. **** 04/07/2111 Dear Diary I went to the Service Station on the edge of the city today. I thought it would make a nice change from the one I usually go to. Boy was I ever wrong! They stuck me with some 70 year old bag who just kept on asking me not to cum inside of her. As if her dried up old cunt could still get knocked up! Well, I obliged her and finished on her face instead, and I have to admit there was a certain charm to the way my cum looked on her wrinkled skin. Bill swears blind that nothing beats fucking a granny. I always used to think he was just a fucking pervert but now I can understand the appeal. Anyway I am not going to make the same mistake twice, I am going to stick with my beloved Service Station from now on. 06/07/2111 Dear Diary Well Diary! Today was a turn up for the books! I visited the Service Station using my Bill Turner ID and who should I be assigned to but Sally from the bar! I had noticed she had been gone for the past few days but I never thought she had been called up for Relief Service or hell, I never thought she would put her name in the lottery. But boy am I glad she did. I still refuse to believe her parents didn't pay for some genetic jiggery pokery on her. With her fiery red hair, legs that go into next week and tits you could use as pillows. Well now, dear diary, you can add a cunt tighter than a salesman's fist to that list. I have not had a fuck like that in years. She was like a wild cat and dirty to go with it. The rules are supposed to be that you either get 30 minutes or however long it takes you to cum. Well she made me cum more times than I can count. My cock feels like it has been ran over with a belt sander. I am gonna give the Service Station a break for a week or so I think. 20/07/2111 Dear Diary Sally was so cold to me when she came back to the bar. Even when I told her how sweet her pussy had been she had just stamped on my foot! I thought these young ones were all supposed to be all open about sex. What a load of shit. So after the fucking Sally gave me I had to wait a good three days before it didn't hurt to get hard. THREE FUCKING DAYS! I haven't felt like that since I bought a hour with one of those 'Better Than Real' pussies. Well I thought I would just take it easy when I went in. So I just put down to get my dick sucked, I wanted through quick after three days of being pent up. So I didn't limit the gender and of course that meant I got a guy. Some hairy 40 something who looked at me like I was something he had run over. He sucked a good cock though, I could tell he was an old hand. He tried every trick in the book to get me to cum faster. Running his tongue right around the head like mad. Jabbing the point my foreskin connected to the head. He was bobbing his head up and down on my cock like a pneumatic drill. If I hadn't learnt self control years ago I would have been done in seconds. Luckily for me I got to enjoy the sensation for a good five minutes before he won out. I still got the last laugh when I came in his mouth though. You would think my cum was made of acid the way he pulled my cock out of his mouth. Of course that just meant he got the last lot right in his face. Teach him to try and cheat me out of my time. 01/08/2111 Dear Diary Well, I ended up taking a bit of a break from visiting the Service Station. I got called up for Public service myself! Spent a week painting walls and picking up rubbish on the side of motorways! It would have been fine but I got stuck being partnered with some sour faced prick. He wouldn't shut the fuck up about how "The network should be able to take care of these things!" Honestly, people like him get on my nerves. If we let the computers do everything then we would all go nuts. Then again I think plenty of people have gone nuts already. On my way home on the second day the train was delayed because some of those "Art of Death" nutters decided to point a wood chipper at the train tracks and then jump into the damn thing. I feel sorry for the poor sods that had to clean that mess up. Well after all that stress I thought I would take a bit of a walk on the wild side. When I went in to the Service Station I saw that Foot Fetish has been added to the list. I guess it must have just been the one person willing to do it, because it took two hours before I got a slot with them. Let me tell you though, I am glad I stuck it out and waited. It was a little asian lady that was offering the footjobs. I think she was closer to 40 than 30 but I can never tell with them. Either way she had feet that were as smooth as silk. The feeling of her toes running over my cock head, well, it felt fucking amazing. I managed to last nearly the full thirty minutes as well. Thirty minutes in heaven with a pretty little asian lady running her smooth feet all over my cock. Shit, even when I came I was almost hard again when I saw her feet covered in my cum. I forgot to ask how many days she had left but here is hoping it is at least three. A man could get addicted to that. 02/08/2111 Dear Diary Well, turn out that little asian lady must have been on her last day. I went along first thing but the option was gone. I ended up just barebacking some 40 something housewife. You know, I always find it's the housewives that fuck the hardest. Maybe they know they need to try harder, with those stretch marks and saggy tits. Still I think that one was just not getting it at home. Well, having fucked her I think I know why hubby has passing on his marital duties. She wouldn't shut the hell up about getting knocked up and when I say she wouldn't shut up I mean she was spouting some real shitty porno lines. I want your babies and Fill me with your seed, real fucking corny shit. Not that I am complaining, I never get tired of ramming my cock right up inside them and just cumming as hard as I can. If I had had the time I might have gone for a second round. Seeing the weird cunt playing with the cum leaking from her pussy was quite a sight. 05/10/2111 Dear Diary CHRISTMAS HAS COME EARLY! I was checking through the news this morning when I saw a piece about the Public Relief Program. Apparently they are going to be rolling out "group" rooms in select cities to test the concept. They said the rooms would allow up to 6 people to engage in 'Group Relief'. Imagine, six people, all ready for me to plunder with my cock. Every flavour of pussy I could want, anal, oral, sloppy second and creampies! The best part is that THEY ARE COMING TO MY SERVICE STATION! The roll out is going to be starting in a few days and I am gonna be first in line for those badboys! 12/10/2111 Dear Diary So that was something new. I went along to the Group Rooms and tried to get in, there was no dice for any of the hetero options. I went for three days in a row and got turned away every time. FIVE TIMES I tried to get in on that but no dice. I guess they must be running low on women that want to have a train ran on them. Well after being mucked about that much I threw up my hands and just put myself down for the fag rooms. I got one of them in five fucking minutes, plenty of queer hawks wanting to have a train ran on them. So I got into the room and there were four other guys looking about as sheepish as you can look with your knob out. I think they introduced themselves to me but I'll be buggered (heh) if I can remember any of them. Mostly they were all middle aged business types, all beer bellies and sunken eyes. The only one that looked half decent was a wee twink who I am still pretty certain was bloody 14 even after he showed me his ID. Usually you would expect that they would all be over a sweet little piece of ass like that but the rest of them seemed more interested in tugging each others hairy old cocks. Which left that tasty little morsel all to me. So I went over to him and made my moves, gave his arse a little squeeze and his crotch a little grope. I could tell he wasn't all that interested in me but the sight of the rest of them sucking and tugging on each other was clearly his thing. For a twink he had quite a big cock, I would say he had a good inch on me at least. Not that he got much use out of it since I bent him over and started lubing up his arsehole. I'll give the government this, as cheap and nasty as the decor of the rooms are, they have never skimped on the lube. Twinky boy clearly liked getting his asshole played with, even when I was just working my fingers in and out to get him all lubed up he was moaning like a bad porn star. His moaning got a lot more convincing when I stuck my cock in him though. I might not have the length but I sure as hell have the girth and he was feeling it. I was enjoying the feeling of his tight little ass and the sight of my cock disappearing in between his pert little ass cheeks so much that I didn't notice the other bloke coming up behind me until he stuck his fingers up my ass. Now call me old fashioned but if you are going to stick your fingers up another mans ass you should at least say hello first. At least he was considerate enough to put some lube on them and I am a big enough man to admit that the feeling of having my cock buried in a moaning twinks ass whilst someone else tickles my rosebud... Well, it's a feeling I could get used to. Of course he wasn't sticking his fingers up me because he needed to keep them warm. Pretty quickly I felt his lubed up cock knocking at my back door. I tell ya, maybe it was because I hadn't had my ass fucked in about a year, but this guy was packing a fucking monster. I very nearly told him to stop but I would be damned if I was going to admit defeat. As it was the twink was well on his way to putting a permanent stain on the carpet. The way his cock was drooling cum all over the place. I've never understood those guys that could cum time and time again without ever going soft. I have always been all about that sweet self control, holding my climax off as long as I can. Until my orgasm could put a hole in the side of a fucking shipping container. Having said that, I was being tested to my limits in that room. With big boy's cock nearly breaking my fucking ass and twinkies guts clamping down on me like a fucking velvet vice. I was about fit to explode at any second. The only thing that saved me was big boys technique, in that he had none. He was just pumping away at my ass like he was scared that he was gonna turn straight at any second and wanted to make the most of it. As big as he was his angle of attack meant he was completely missing my prostate. I am pretty certain he managed to bruise my fuckin' colon whilst he was at it. Well by that point it was just my self control that was keeping me going, but when I felt big boys thrusts getting shallower I knew I might as well go for the finale. Pushing down on twinks back I managed to jab my cock right into his prostate at the same time I let myself cum. So whilst I'm filling his ass, twink is emptying what's left in his balls out on to the poor carpet. Meanwhile big boy is doing his best to get my asshole pregnant with a fucking monster load of cum injected straight up my ass. Well after that I was done, I could barely fall on to the bed and watch the other two guys take turns sucking each other off. All the while feeling the cum leak out of my poor abused ringpiece. The big boy tried to give me his number afterwards, babbling some shit about the best fuck of his life. Not that I wasn't flattered but to be honest, I don't think my shitter could take another round with that thing. I hear they are going to be making the group rooms a regular thing now. I think I am going to have a new favourite pastime. Public Service: Sasha The Public Service Program was first piloted in 2050, at the time it was offered as a way to help the people living on Basic feel useful. Every person living on Basic would be put into a lottery and when your name came up you would have to spend a week doing some menial task. At the start it was things like painting walls and digging ditches. Dull but easy tasks that could be given to anyone. At the time it was a huge success, dozens of countries around the world picked up on the program and it soon became the standard. But, as the number of people finding themselves replaced by machines grew so did the pool of people in the Public Service Lottery. Within a decade almost 40% of the population was living on Basic and there were calls for the range of Services offered by the Public Service Program to be increased. More complex jobs were added to the list that, over time, grew to cover almost all of the jobs people could do. It wasn't until 2085 that the Public Relief Service was proposed. By then most of humanity was living a life of idle luxury. What work that was done was little more than play acting. All of the heavy lifting is done by the vast planetary neural network A.I's that run most things. This had left people free to explore science, art and, above all else, sex. It was suggested that there should be a way for the public to relieve its pent up sexual stress and that the Public Service system already in place was a perfect fit. So Public Relief Service was born. A opt-in part of the Lottery that would see a person, if picked. Providing sexual relief for the public for 7 days. Signing up for this had some benefits to it. The largest being that a person who was called up would be exempt from all Public Service Lotteries of any kind for 5 years. Add into that the much more loose view people took of sexuality and monogamy and you had a recipe for a roaring success. After being piloted in three cities the program was rolled out across the nation to huge success. Very quickly, custom built 'Service Stations' were constructed across the land. Each a three to five story building made up of at least 100 rooms. Each room equipped with a double bed and shower with two doors. One door the customer comes through and the other door leading to a internal rest area the worker could go to for a rest. It's been twenty years since the program was fully implemented and in that time the opt in rate has been increasing year on year. With the total number of people taking part in the lottery making up 80% of the population. The higher numbers have only fed into the view that if you sign up for it you are pretty much safe from getting called up. Of course none of that made Sasha feel any better as she lay on the cold doctors table, her legs up in stirrups as a chirpy young woman took swabs and samples from her crotch. The light hearted banter and 'Everything is great, no really' posters in the waiting room only made her feel more depressed. The pictures of sunny beaches and smiling people only serving to remind her of the great holiday she was missing out on. All because she had to be called up for Public Service! Sasha had signed up for the lottery as soon as she turned 18. At the time it had been just another dumb thing her 18 year old self was doing. To go along with the several dumb people her 18 year old self was doing at the time. Even when she had got older and calmed down she had never opted out. After all, the numbers in the draw went up every year, so her chances of being called up went down as well. When the letter did come through the door she almost had to laugh at the timing of it. Ten whole years where she had never gone further afield from home than the staduim on the outskirts of the city and as soon as she books a holiday to Japan she gets called up. As the doctor finished up and she started to change back into her clothes she consoled herself with the knowledge the tickets had been refunded. One of the few upsides to this whole situation. So with a clean bill of health in hand Sasha completed her registration for Public Service and headed home to await her first day of "work". **** "Welcome to your first day of Public Relief Service!" The woman at the front of the room proclaimed in the forced tones of every corporate speaker in history. "In this talk we are going to explain how this all works to everyone and answer any questions you might have. But before all that, do we have anyone here who has taken part in Public Relief before?" The room stayed deathly silent, the mix of men and women all with the same mildly bored expression on their faces. The speaker didn't seem bothered by the silence, plowing on regardless. "So everyone is brand new! That's great!" A new slide with a bunch of brightly coloured text appeared behind her. "So your first day is not going to be too intense. We understand that this might take some getting used to. As such you are only going to be expected to service one customer each today. " A new slide appeared, this one a chart with increasingly larger numbers on it. "As you can see, each day of the seven you are here you will be expected to service more customers." The slide changes again, "But if you are feeling overwhelmed then feel free to ask a handler for some help. We are all here to help you." From there the talk went further into how things would be run. Sasha quickly started to zone out from it, thinking instead of what she would opt out of on the service list. Ever since the program had started they had been increasing the tastes and needs they catered to. She knew that she would be opting out of same sex. She had figured out pretty early on that women were not for her. Opting out of condoms would save a lot of time but also make a much bigger mess. Then there were all the fetishes, from anal to incest play you could have a lot of your 'needs' fulfilled through the Public Relief Program. The thought of her missed holiday was still smouldering away in the back of her mind, so when they finally allowed her to fill out the forms to opt out she dropped nearly everything. Leaving only oral , vaginal and hand relief still in. On a whim she ticked the box to opt out of condoms, she had always hated fiddling around with those things and having to do it a dozen times a day sounded like all kinds of none fun. The form completed she was handed a set of clothing to wear whilst on duty. A loose grey shirt and knee length skirt. Both of which came with a note that underwear was optional but not recommended. As she walked out of the room she glimpsed the men's clothes. the same loose fitting shirt but with a pair of trousers with no way to button them closed. She had to agree that all made sense, no point making it hard to get to the goods after all. Following her guide she was lead through the hallways and halls that made up the interior of all the Public Relief Buildings. A customer would only see a row of small rooms with the complex of support rooms hidden on the inside, a lot like Disneyland. As they moved down the hallway past door after door that led to the Service Rooms themselves they would sometimes pass people just coming back from or going on break. Those going back to work had the same resigned look of any office worker after lunch and those coming out often still had traces that hinted at the kind of "Relief" they had just provided. A tall bronzed man they walked past had a long streak of cum splashed across his cheek as he walked out the room. A short black woman had forgon putting her skirt back on completely, the cum leaking from her sex clear as day. She was admonished by the guide as we passed with a warning about health and safety. She simply shrugged and kept on walking. Finally they reach Sasha's room, inside it was the low double bed and shower that all the rooms had. With a touch screen console in the corner that would give her information about clients and when she could take a break. Customers were matched to Service Personnel based on what kind of relief they required. You didn't have any say over the kind of person you would get, only that they would be willing to do what you wanted. This made using public service a spin of the wheel so to speak. You might get an adonis with a massive cock or you might get a fat guy with a pencil dick. Since the service was provided free of charge you really couldn't complain all that much. Anyone that wanted something higher class could simply go to one of the hundreds of brothels or just run a sex sim. The console in the corner would tell Sasha when a customer was waiting to be seen. The door would only unlock if she gave the ok which would give her some time to prepare for the next client. Aside from that the console also controlled the dispenser beside it. The dispenser was put in the room to give out drugs to help the Service Personnel. It was understood that a great many people find it hard to remain aroused in stressful situation. So drugs were formulated to allow the men to stay hard and the ladies to stay wet. Whilst these had little to no effect on the mental state of the person who took them it was still advised that if at all possible, you should avoid taking them. Once she had been shown the room, Sasha was then shown around the other facilities she could use whilst working there. There was a canteen that smelt of old cabbage, a shower/locker room that smelt of old socks and finally a restroom that had a busted tv and a vending machine. All in all it was about standard for a government run program. When the guide finally left her in the room she almost felt relieved. Being beaten over the head with so much information had made her just want to get it over with. Changing into the clothes provided and looking through the Console Sasha saw that she was only expected to service one customer today. Her finger hovered over the button to switch to available for a long time. It made sense to get it out of the way quickly but still she hesitated. She had never been shy about her sexuality, seldom few are nowadays, but still she looked back on her younger wilder days with a strange sense of embarrassment. It was almost like she had used up all of her sexuality in the space of a few years. The number of men she had slept with was unknown to her, between drink and drugs stretches of days where a blur. Usually the only way she had known she had sex was the cum stuck in her pubes and pictures on her phone. She had always loved taking pictures whilst she fucked. As she had got older she had calmed down, finding herself bored of the one night stands and quick fucks in cars, bushes and bathrooms. She was glad she did, as she had started to date and spend more time with the guys she slept with whole new worlds of pleasure had opened up. The pleasures you could only get from truly knowing anothers body. And now she was working as a whore for the government. The blinking of the console drew her out of her memories. There was someone waiting outside the door. It was a man, the fields for fetishes and specific requests was empty. An easy one to start with at least. Taking a deep breath Sasha hit the accept button, hearing the mag lock on the door open as she stepped back over to the foot of the bed. The door swung open to reveal a young man, well, more of a boy really, standing nervously on the threshold. Seeming to remember himself he quickly stepped inside, pushing the door closed behind him. He was maybe 6 feet tall with short black hair and broad shoulders with the slightest hint of fat around his hips.and thighs. "Hi, "He stammered, shuffling his feet whilst he tried his best not to make eye contact with her. He was so different from what Sasha had expected that it took her a moment to collect herself. When she did she found her heart warming to him. He wasn't anything like what she had expected. The kinds of people that used the Public Relief Stations tended to either be so poor a higher class offering was out of the question or so addicted to sex that they really didn't care who they fucked. No, this one had the look of an anxious virgin and something about that plucked at Sasha's heart strings. Sitting down on the edge of the bed she held out a beckoning hand to the young man. "Why don't you come and sit beside me?" She said, trying to keep her tone soft, glancing over at the timer on the console as she waited for him. "We only have 30 minutes remember." He sat down on the bed beside her, his body rigid, eyes staring straight forward. His whole body seeming to vibrate with nervous energy. When she reached out to run her fingers through his hair he flinched away like she was going to hit him. "This your first time?" She asked, fingers still running through his hair as she watched his face. After a few false starts he finally managed to speak. "Yeah," He stuttered out. "Sorry." His nervousness made Sasha laugh. "Why are you apologizing?" she said, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him in close. "You are not the first boy to use Public Relief to pop his cherry." Sasha stood up and turned to face the young man. Feeling as she did some of that old fire return. The cruel edge that had lead her to laugh in the face of many a man unable to meet her standards was gone. Worn away by the passage of time, leaving behind something softer but no less sensual. "Tell you what," She said, starting to loosen the cord of her skirt, "Why don't you just lie back and let me take care of you." Eyes wide and face red the boy lay back on to the bed. His legs still over the edge, feet firmly planted on the ground. Even as he lay back his eyes never looked away from her, his face going a new shade of scarlet when the skirt dropped to the ground. Revealing her shaved pussy, the lips already starting to part as she felt her own excitement building. "Now," Sasha said as she unbuckled the boys pants. "We better get these out of the way." With a strong tug his pants were pulled down to his knees, taking his boxers with them and finally exposing his cock. Resting between his legs it was already starting to harden as Sasha watched. Wrapping her fingers around his cock as it rose to its full length. Climbing up on to the bed, straddling the young man, Sasha feels that same fire burning brightly in her. Seeing the lust burning brightly in his eyes only makes the feeling stronger. "I never caught your name," She said her fingers playing over the boy's cock head as her pussy hangs mere centimeters above it. "M...Michael," He stuttered out, his breath coming hard and fast. "Well, Michael," Another smile, this one hungry, as her pussy makes contact with the tip of his cock. The head parting her moist petals. "We are going to have some fun together." With that Sasha relaxed her muscles, letting gravity spear her on Michael's cock. His head was thicker than she expected, the sudden feeling of delicious stretching almost more than she can take as he slid into her. The pleasure was clearly too much for him, before he was even halfway inside he came. His cock pulsing as it slides deeper inside, lubricating its passage with spurt after spurt of cum. When he finally bottoms out Sasha fell forward, her head hanging just a few inches above Michael's. Both of them panting as his cock twitched deep inside of Sasha's pussy. "Sorry," Michael whispered, his eyes screwed tightly shut, not daring to look Sasha in the eye. A breathy laugh escaped sasha's lips. "Don't worry about it," she says, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "Everyone cum's fast their first time." Pulling her shirt off, Sasha rests her body against Michaels, her lips finding his to plant a gentle kiss there. Already feeling his softening cock beginning to harden again in her cum soaked pussy. "You just stay here with me and we can go again in a few minutes." She whispers, between kissing his jaw and mouth. Rubbing her breasts across his chest. Within five minutes she can feel his cock inside of her. Hard and ready to go again. Pushing herself back up, the motion again pushing his cock deep inside of her. "Now, the real fun begins. " Sasha growls. Her hips grinding against Michael, getting into a rhythm as she begins to lift her hips. Relishing the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her well lubricated cunt. The feeling of power over him, the needy look in his eyes as his hands reach up and cup her breasts. Squeezing and fondling as his hips buck up into her, both of them in synch. Thier bodies moving as one, his cock slamming into her pussy so hard it sends droplets of fluid splashing on to the floor. Every thrust sending her closer to the edge, the timer forgotten, the place forgotten, the situation forgotten. Nothing but the feeling of his cock hammering inside of her, his hands playing across her breasts. Michael reaches his orgasm a few seconds before Sasha, his hands gripping her hips and slamming her down on to his spasming cock enough to send her over the edge as well. Wailing out her muscles spasms as he fires shot after shot of cum inside of her. Somehow this load is even bigger than the last, coating her insides with thick white fluid. They sit there for a long minute, catching their breath, before they are rudely pulled out of the afterglow by the blaring of the console. The time is up, Sasha now needs to get him up and out of the room in the next five minutes, otherwise there will be problems. After a quick shower and dry, Sasha sends Michael on his way with a warm hug. The young man still seems shell shocked after what has just happened but managed to stutter out a thank you before he walks out the door. Turning to the console Sasha hits the 'End of Session' button. Bringing up a set of questions, most related to any complaints about the customer. Skipping through these she answers the only ones that really matter. Did you use a condom y/n? n Did the customer ejaculate inside of your Vagina? y/n? y Do you intend to clean the semen out during your shift? y/n? The weirdly awkward and clinical questions made Sasha laugh. Doubling over as the sound poured out of her, gales of laughter pouring forth. Taking with it all the fear and nerves that had been building up ever since she had received the summons. When the laughter subsided she pushed herself back upright in front of the screen. The text box now asking if she was ready for another customer. Technically she had already met her quota for her first day. She could spend the rest of the day reading a book if she wanted to. The green button to set herself to ready blinked at her from the screen...What the hell, She thought, sitting here reading sounds boring as hell. Pushing the button she set herself to ready and, cum still leaking from her pussy lips, she sat on the bed and waited for the next person she was going to serve.