8 comments/ 64468 views/ 2 favorites Second Job By: jmc11 Over the years my wife Jean and I have had what would be considered an outstanding sexual relationship. At one time or another we have tried just about everything two people can do sexually. Anal, oral, all the different positions two people can put themselves into, and we’ve tried all manner of sexual aids. One thing that we’ve really enjoyed, especially after the tongue has been loosened by a couple of cocktails, is talking about different scenarios, more then one guy or girl, sex with another couple, that sort of thing. One of the things that I’m always kidding Jean about is that since she gives such a great blowjob, we could both retire if she would go into the blowjobs for hire business. She could give anyone a run for their money when it comes to giving Head. This past weekend I was watching Saturday Night Live, fighting to keep my eyes open. Jean had gone to dinner with a couple friends and I expected her home at any time. When she walked in the door, I could tell right away that she must have had a couple of cocktails; she had that look in her eyes and the glow to her face she gets when drinking. “Looks like you had a good time” I said as she came into the living room. “I had a very good time; in fact I had an unbelievable time. I’ll tell you about it in a few, but I really need a shower first.” As she turned to go up stairs, she dug in her purse, pulled out a VHS tape and tossed it on the couch next to me. As she walked out of the room she said, “I got this from one of my friends, check it out; let me know what you think.” And then I could hear her heels as she went up the stairs. I get up, plug in the tape, grab the remote, sit back in my recliner and hit the play button. I can tell right away that this is somebody’s homemade porn tape. There’s a lot of noise, music playing in the background, and it sounds like four or five people talking but it’s hard to tell. What I’m seeing is a close up of some guys cock sticking out of his boxer shorts; a hand with dark red nail polish is slowly stroking it back and forth. In a matter of thirty seconds it goes from being semi soft to fully erect. The camera moves in even closer so that all I can see is the tip, then a mouth moves into view, Bright red lipstick, very sensual, the tongue snakes out from between the lips and licks the tip of the cock, and as it pulls away there’s a droplet of pre cum that’s draped between the cock and tongue. I’m wondering where my wife got this movie as the mouth on the TV screen opens and slides over the head of the dick. As the mouth pulls away the tongue slowly circle’s the head and licks the opening on the tip. Through the jumble of voices I hear a guy say “Oh Jesus, I’m going to cum.” As this guy is getting ready to blast off I find I’ve developed a pretty good hard on myself. I start rubbing my own cock through my pants, thinking maybe I should wait for the wife, this might put her in the mood, and maybe I could get a blowjob of my own. Just as the mouth on screen covers the tip again, I can see the cock start to twitch, and the mouth starts working to keep up with the flow of sperm that this woman is trying to swallow. As the twitching stops and the cock slips from her mouth the camera turns away and kind of pans the room as the woman says “Ok, who’s next.” There’s something about the voice that catches my attention, but with all the other noise on the tape it makes it difficult for me to figure out why. As the camera pans the room I can see place looks like a fancy hotel suite. The camera comes back to where the king size bed is. There’s four guys around a woman who is sitting on the corner of the bed, one guy is on his knees in front of the woman and although it’s hard to tell, from the position I assume he’s eating her pussy, she’s wearing a black dress that’s riding up on her hips and a garter belt that’s attached to black stockings. Two guys are standing one to her left and one to her right; she has one of their dicks in each hand. There’s a forth guy standing right in front of her who blocks the view so I can’t fully see the woman. I assume he’s the lucky guy whose load she just swallowed. This is where everything changes. The guy holding the camera says “Jeff, take the camera for awhile, after that blow job you won’t be able to get it back up for awhile.” He laughs as the camera is lowered and there’s nothing in the frame for a few seconds. After the guys change places the camera comes back up and into focus. It’s the fist time I really get a look at the woman, and to my utter mind-boggling disbelief the woman sitting on the end of the bed with an ear to ear grin on her face and hard cocks pointing at her from all directions is my wife of twenty-three years, Jean. She turns her head to the cock on her right and takes it in her mouth and starts a steady rhythm using her hand and mouth. Sliding back and forth till the guy starts jerking his hips, another load of sperm starts flowing into my wife’s mouth, it seems to be more then she can swallow all at once and cum starts leaking out both corners of her mouth. I don’t know what to do; I’m astounded by what I’m seeing. I know I should be raving mad, but the truth be told I’m really turned on. I’m sporting the biggest hard on I’ve ever had. I think to myself that I should get up and turn this off but I just sit as my wife now turns to the guy on her left and tells him to lie down on the bed. He does so and Jean gets on her hands and knees between his legs and starts licking up and down his shaft. The guy who I presume to have been the first cameraman comes up behind my wife and starts to rub her pussy. She turns her head and says “Remember what I said, you can feel and taste all you want, but no fucking.” At that camera guy gets down behind her and starts running his tongue from the point where her clit is to the top of her ass cheeks. Every time his tongue goes across her pussy and little puckered anus I can hear her moan through all the other noises. The dick she’s sucking is smaller then normal so she’s having no problem taking the whole length all the way in her mouth. The guy starts trying to push his cock in deeper with every thrust even though Jeans lips are already touching the base of his cock on the top and his balls on the bottom. He yell’s out “I’m Cumming” and squeezes his eyes shut as the built up pressure lets loose. My wife pulls her mouth from his cock and starts jerking his cock with her hand as hard and fast as she can as he erupts into her open mouth. Every jet of cum that explodes into Jeans mouth drips back down onto his cock and her hand. She keeps jerking his cock and he keeps spewing blast after blast of sperm up and into Jeans mouth. For the guy with the littlest dick he cums more then I thought any man could. As Mount Saint Helens finally stops it’s erupting, Jean rolls over on her back and spins so that her head is at the corner of the bed. She has the last two guys stand on either side of her head and strokes both their cocks till there rock hard. She starts turning her head first to the left and sucking on one then to the right and sucks the other. After a couple of minutes she says “I need you guys to cum on my tits. I need to see your cum splattering all over me.” Both guys grab their dicks and start jerking for all their worth. Almost simultaneously they both start cuming. One big burst hits my wife right on the nipple, the second lands on her stomach and starts pooling in her belly button. After the first big burst the guy on the left leans over and squeezes the rest of his cum into my wife’s open mouth. First one big dollop lands squarely on Jean’s outstretched tongue. He keeps squeezing and jerking every last drop into Jeans mouth. Finally Jean leans her head back so she’s looking into the camera upside down, she’s using both hands to slowly, sensually rub the sperm that’s splattered all over her breasts and stomach into her skin. Looking straight at the camera she says “What’d you think of that John? Not bad for a nights work.” Without my even being aware, while watching this absolutely unbelievable movie I’ve pulled my own cock out of my pants and have been jerking it for God knows how long. As the last guy is blowing his load all over my wife’s tits I cum at least two feet straight up into the air. As the last drops of cum are landing on my leg I realize that my wife has come back downstairs and apparently been watching me from where I couldn’t see her. She steps into the room and says “Well, I see you liked the movie, you’re always telling me I could make a bundle giving blowjobs.” Before I can even say anything she tosses a roll of bills on the table. “There’s eight hundred dollars there. I think I might just like this for a second job.” To Be Continued Second Job My name is Julie and I'm 24 years old, married and have three kids. My husband and I both work hard but with three kids it is hard to make ends meet. Not too long ago I decided to take on a part time job a few nights a week to try to help keep us afloat financially. I looked all over for a job that would be three or four nights a week that would pay enough to be worth it. I saw an ad in the paper that said that a 66-year-old widower was looking for someone to do general cleaning, some cooking, and other duties around the house. The ad said that he wanted someone Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights from 6 until 11. The ad listed the starting pay as $300 per week. That was $20 an hour. The offer seemed too good to be true, but I called the number. I talked to an older man named John. He had me tell him about myself and he told me about the housework that I would be expected to do. It all sounded too good to be true to me. I had to do housework anyway; I might as well get paid $20 an hour for some of it. We set up an interview for Monday night. When I got there I saw why he wanted someone to clean for him; the place was a mess. We went over what his expectations would be for cooking and cleaning but I had a feeling that he was holding something back. "Well, I think I can handle all of that. If you decide to hire me I could start right now." I said. "Well there is one more thing that I didn't quite know how to put in the ad." John says. "Oh, what?" I asked. "You would be required to do your work in the nude." John said. "Excuse me?" I asked in disbelief. "I would expect you to do your cooking and cleaning in the nude." John said. "I…I'm sorry, I don't think this is the right job for me after all. I'm a married woman." I said as I stood up and headed for the door. "I'll pay you $600 a week." John said as I reached the door. Now we were talking about $40 an hour. That kind of money talks pretty loud when you're as strapped for cash as my husband and I were. I turned and looked at the old man sitting there. He looked as if a stiff breeze could carry him across state lines. "I'd just have to cook and clean naked. There wouldn't be any sex stuff or anything like that?" I asked. "Of course not. My late wife and I were nudists. We hardly ever wore clothes at home unless we had company. Since she's been gone I miss having a naked woman around. Plus as you can clearly see I miss her domestic skills." John said. "Can I have some time to think about this?" I asked. "Of course. How about this, if you show up Wednesday night it will mean you accept the job, if you don't I'll keep looking." John said. "That sounds fine to me." I said. On the way home my car started acting up. I had to nurse it to get it home at all. When I got there my husband was mopping up water. "What happened here?" I asked. "The washing machine sprung a leak." He said. "Can you fix it?" I asked. "Not this time. It looks like we're gonna have to buy a new one. How'd the interview go?" He asked. "Not bad. There's some deliberating still to be done, but we'll know by Wednesday night if I'm gonna be working there or not. I hate to add to our troubles, but my car started shaking really bad on the way home. Kind of like it did when the transmission went out last time." I said. "Oh great, that's just what we need right now, more bills. I really hope you get that job, we could use the extra $300 a week." He said. I don't know why I didn't tell him that I'd been offered $600 a week. Probably because he'd get suspicious of a man paying me $600 a week for 15 hours of cooking and cleaning, and who wouldn't be suspicious of that. We found a used washing machine for $400, and we had to put $1,300 worth of parts into my car to get it back on the road. That was $1,700 that we didn't have and had very little prospect of getting without my taking the job. Wednesday night at just before 6 I knocked on John's door. "Julie, good to see you. I guess this means that you have decided to accept the position." John said. "Yes, I need the money and being naked isn't gonna hurt me." I said. "Please come in, so you can get started." John said. I walked inside a little nervous. "So where do I get undressed?" I asked. "Wherever you like, it's not like you're changing into anything so what's it matter where you get undressed?" John asks. "Okay." I said. I kicked my shoes off and with a deep breath I pulled my T-shirt over my head. I unzipped and wiggled out of my jeans, then I unclasped and removed my bra and stepped out of my panties as quickly as possible so that I wouldn't change my mind half way through. When I was completely naked I stood straight up like a soldier waiting for inspection. John didn't even look at me. He was too busy removing his own clothes. When he had taken off all of his clothes he turned and I saw his cock. I had been expecting a shriveled old man cock, so I was mesmerized to see a thick, long cock that I figured would get close to a foot long if it were hard. "Why don't you start by cleaning up the living room. I'm afraid that I've made quite a mess of it lately." John said. I was a little disappointed that he hadn't really looked at me. I may have three kids, but you wouldn't know it from looking at me. I work out all the time and I keep my weight below 125 pounds, which at five foot seven inches tall is a pretty good weight for a woman my age. There isn't any part of me that sags or has stretch marks as a result of having my children. My husband's friends all hit on me when he isn't paying attention, so it kind of hurt that this 66 year old man whose wife had been dead for over a year didn't even look at my young body in its nude form. I went about cleaning up the living room. There were dishes and pizza boxes and leftover pieces of food all over the living room. I spent a lot of time on my hands and knees or bending over to pick things up. John would have a great view of every last bit of my body if he happened to look my way. John had sat down on the couch to watch a little TV and on one trip back from putting dirty dishes in the kitchen I happened to glance over at his lap. That monster cock of his was stirring from heaven only knows how long of a slumber. Apparently he had been looking at me after all, but he had been doing it when I wasn't looking his way. Knowing that he was looking at me gave me an excited feeling down deep inside so I made every effort to display my body for him without seeming obvious about it. From time to time I'd glance back and sure enough his cock was standing out tall and proud. John's eyes were always on the TV when I would sneak a peak back at him, but I got the feeling that the rest of the time his eyes were glued squarely on me. I spent a lot of time on my hands and knees facing away from him giving him a nice rear view of my ass and pussy as I picked up the tiny pieces of trash that were all over the floor. There were some stains on the carpet between the couch and the TV that gave me the perfect opportunity to tease him while fulfilling my duties. "I'm gonna try to get some of these stains out. I hope I don't block your view." I said. "Oh no, go right ahead, I can watch around you." John said. I laid it on thick. I had a scrub brush so I scrubbed the stains really hard while on my knees facing away from him. I scrubbed so hard in fact that my hips rocked forwards and backwards thrusting my ass and pussy at him then pulling them away. I also scrubbed while facing him. Without a bra to restrain them my breasts shook and bounced with each forceful stroke of the brush. I also scrubbed across the stains causing my breasts to jiggle from side to side. The combination of the physical exertion and the temperature in the room had my entire body glistening with a fine coat of sweat, and I could feel the moisture running from my pussy and down my legs. I could clearly detect the scent of my aroused pussy in the air so I made sure to get as close to John as possible to ensure that he smelled it too. It took most of the five-hour shift but I had that living room spotless. John's cock hadn't gone down the slightest bit the whole night. He let me go early promising to pay me for the whole shift. I dressed quickly, got in my car, went straight home, took an ice cold shower and went to bed. Over the next two weeks things went pretty much the same. I would show up around six, take my clothes off and start cleaning a room. John would always find something to do in that room and by the end of the night my teasing had him rock hard and my pussy incredibly wet. Then on Monday of my third week there weren't any more rooms that needed substantial cleaning. "So what's on the schedule for tonight?" I asked as I stepped out of my panties. "I don't really know. You cleaned everything up far faster than I thought you would. Why don't you make us some dinner and I'll see what I can come up with." John suggested. John sat at the kitchen table as I put together a quick meal. As we ate he asked me how my other job was going. "It's kicking my ass. I'm running all over that building, by the time I get either here or home my feet are killing me." I said. "You poor thing. Here, let me help you out." John said. He reached under the table and grabbed my right leg. He pulled it up so that my foot was resting on his thigh. He started massaging my foot. It was the first time he had touched me since I shook his hand during my interview. "You don't have to do that." I said. "Nonsense. They work you too hard over there and then I expect you to come over here and work some more. The least I can do is massage your feet. I used to massage my Helen's feet every day when she got home from work, but if it makes you uncomfortable I can stop." John says. "Well it does feel good." I said. John's powerful hands massaged first my right foot then my left foot. Before either of us knew it two hours had gone by. "Will you look at the time it's after 8:00." John said. "Really? That foot massage felt so good that I lost track of time." I said. "Me too. I was gonna have you start cleaning out my attic, but since we've lost two hours already let's just clean out the closet in my bedroom." John said. We went to his bedroom and he opened the closet door. He hadn't let me open the door when I was cleaning the room and now I understood why. The closet was absolutely packed. Several things fell off of the pile and nearly hit me when we did open the door. "Let's just do this one box at a time so we don't get overwhelmed by all of this stuff. I'm sure most of this stuff can just be thrown away so we'll put the stuff I want to keep over here and the stuff that goes over there." John said. We took out the first box. It contained a lot of old tax records and other important paperwork. We quickly organized it and got rid of a lot of useless old envelopes then moved on to the next box. The second box contained things that had belonged to his wife. He tried to thin out its contents but it grew too hard so we set the box aside with all of its contents. The third box had hundreds and hundreds of pictures in it. "Okay we need to sort these out. Clothed pictures go in this box, nude pictures go in this box." John said. "You sure have a lot of pictures of naked people." I said as I sorted. "We took two weeks worth of vacation at nudist camps all over the country every year for 46 years and we spent many weekends on nude beaches or at gatherings of other nudists in the area." John said. "And none of these people minded you taking their picture?" I asked. "Not at all. If you look a lot of the people in the pictures have cameras of their own. We nudists are not the least bit shy about our bodies." John said. "Whoa, was this at a nudist camp or at some sort of orgy?" I asked holding up a picture of dozens of people having sex. "That's one of the more pleasant side effects of being a nudist. Everybody's naked and having a good time and sometimes a good time turns into a great time." John says. As we continued sorting pictures I kept sneaking peaks at John's lap and I noticed that John's cock had begun to get hard. After about ten minutes it was fully erect and as he moved about sorting pictures it shook back and forth like it was angry. We did a quick sort on three big boxes of pictures that covered 46 years of John and Helen's nudist vacations, the resulting sexual escapades, and some out on the town shots of Helen as a younger woman flashing in public. By the time we got to the bottom of the third box it was time for me to go. "Maybe on Wednesday we can sort these more carefully and put them in some photo albums so they don't get all messed up in the boxes." I said. "Hey, that's a good idea. I'll pick up some photo albums so that we can do just that." John said. I put on my clothes and went home. On Wednesday I was running a little late leaving my regular job that I called my husband and told him that I was going straight to John's. He seemed concerned about me cooking and cleaning in my work attire so I told him that I was going to change into my gym clothes, which are always in my car. I got to John's at 5:40. "Well you're early and dressed nice, is it a special occasion?" John asked. "No, my asshole boss had to get his jollies by keeping me after work to belittle me. I got out of there late enough that I would have just been able to get home, get changed, and get over here by 6:00 if I hurried so I saved myself a headache and just came straight here." I said as I undressed. I shrugged my shoulders and grimaced a little as I pulled off my bra. "Are you feeling okay?" John asked. "Oh yeah I'm fine, I've just had a terrible knot in my neck and shoulders all day." I said. "Let me take a crack at it. These hands seemed to work wonders for your feet." John said. "That they did." I said. We went into the kitchen and I sat in one of the chairs. John came up behind me and his powerful hands began working my upper back and neck. "You weren't kidding, you're tied up in knots back here. Get up on the table." John said. "What?" I asked. "Lie face down on the table, sitting upright like you are the muscles stay tense, if you lay down they'll relax and I can work that knot right out of there." John said. I got up on the table and laid face down. John worked his powerful hands on the knot in my back. It felt great as he worked it all the way down my back coming ever so close to my ass and out from my spine working down into my armpits and the very beginnings of both of my breasts. As he worked I had my head tilted so that I was facing him. I watched as his cock went from a sleeping giant to a fully energized monster. He massaged me for nearly an hour never once straying beyond the boundaries of my back though part of me was hoping that he would. "How's that, feel better now?" John asked. "I feel great. Thank you." I said. I sat up on the table and gave John a little kiss on the cheek. The instant that I did it I was terrified that he might take it the wrong way. "You are definitely welcome. What do you say we get to work on those photo albums." John suggested. We began sorting the pictures trying to get each individual trip separated into their own piles. All of the pictures were loose in the box and were mixed together so if you picked up three pictures they could all have Helen having sex with a 30 year old guy but she would be 22 in one picture, 35 in another, and 63 in the third. It took us most of the night to sort them out as best we could and begin putting them into albums. As we sorted John told me little details about each of the trips captured in the pictures. He told me about how he and Helen had loved going to nudist camps because you meet all kinds of interesting people from all walks of life. From what he told me the people that go to nudist camps are people that if you met them at the mall you'd never know that they enjoy being naked. He also broke down crying when he told me how much he missed Helen. I gave him a hug and consoled him and we went back to work. After going through hundreds of pictures I noticed that one recurring theme across the entire 46 years worth of John and Helen's life that was being represented were pictures of women's feet with cum on them. These pictures were taken from very close up and went no higher than mid-calf so that you had no idea who the women were unless you knew their feet well enough to identify them. I have only had sex with two guys in my life, my husband and my boyfriend from high school when I was 15. Both my husband and my former boyfriend were only interested in regular vaginal intercourse and of course they both wanted me to give them frequent blowjobs. I however was much more interested in sex and frequently asked my husband if we could try new things in bed. He wasn't interested in trying anything new, as far as he was concerned our sex life was more than enough. He would go down on me from time to time, but never for very long, and he was never that into it. I had resigned myself to the idea that in exchange for a loving husband I was doomed to a life of boring repetitive sex. As I sat there looking at all of those pictures of cum covered feet I allowed my mind to picture John's cock spurting his hot cum all over my feet. The idea distracted me so much that John had to shake my shoulder to get my attention. "Are you okay?" John asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Your birthday is next Thursday right?" I asked. "Yes, why?" John asked. "How about I skip Monday and come on Thursday instead so that we can celebrate your birthday together?" I asked. "I would love to have you here to celebrate my birthday. You won't even have to work, we'll just have a party." John said. Friday we finished putting together the photo albums and moved deeper into the closet. Wednesday we baked his birthday cake and worked on the closet some more. On Thursday I left my other job at 1:00 because I had to prepare for John's party. I took a shower making sure to scrub every inch of my body until I was squeaky-clean. I shaved my legs and for the first time in my life I shaved my pussy. My bush is usually pretty thick and curly so that even when I'm naked you can't really get a very good look at my pussy from the front. Now that I had shaved it completely bald and smooth you could see it all very easily from the front. I went out and got a pedicure so that my toes were looking their very best, I covered my entire body with a sweet smelling lotion, and I made sure that the camera and plenty of extra film were in my purse. I got to John's at a little before 6:00. I was so excited about what I had planned that I got things started as soon as I stepped into his house. "John, I have a very special birthday present for you that I think you're really gonna like. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and your birthday is the perfect time for me to give you this gift." I said as I quickly stripped. "Well where is it? I don't see a package." John said. "Look down." I said pointing at my feet. "Well, isn't that adorable, there are little bows on all of your toes, and there's a little tag. What's the tag say?" John asked. "Why don't you just drop down there and read it." I suggested. John dropped to his knees and bent over to read the tag. "To John from Julie please clean them up when you are done." John read. "Julie what does that mean?" John asks standing up. "I noticed from all the pictures that you have a thing for cumming on women's feet. Now I'm a married woman so I'm not prepared to have sex with you, but I figure you cumming on my feet doesn't actually count as sex." I said. Second Job "Are you serious?" John asks. "I even got a pedicure so they'd look their best in the pictures." I said. "Oh Julie, you don't know how great a gift this is. Of course it won't be exactly like the old days with Helen." John said. "Well, maybe we can make it more like it was with Helen. As long as it doesn't involve penetration I'm willing to make things as close to how they were with Helen as possible to help make this birthday present a memorable one." I said. "You're off to a good start, Helen didn't want my cock inside her when I was going to be cumming on her feet either. She always said that feet and fucking don't belong together. So she would stroke my cock for awhile with both hands, then she'd let me rub my cock between her breasts, and then she'd get me close to the edge with her feet and then I'd stroke it over the edge and shoot my cum on her feet." John says. "Well, it just so happens that I have two hands, two breasts, and two feet that I am willing to use to help make this as close to how it used to be as possible. I'm sure that I won't be nearly as good as Helen was, but I'm willing to give it my best effort, if that's what you want. Is that what you want?" I asked. John's lips moved but no words came out. He managed a nod that I took as a yes so I dropped to my knees to get things started. I gently took John's rapidly hardening cock in my hands and caressed its massive length. I had seen it three nights a week for several weeks now, but this was my first time to get a close up look at the monster. As it came to full extension in my hands I was in awe of how huge it truly was. "My god this thing is huge." I said looking up into John's eyes as I began to stroke his cock using both hands. "Yeah, it is, even with 46 years of trying Helen never could quite get all of it inside her, of course she wasn't a very big woman." John said. "Come and lay on the couch so it will be easier for me to stroke this monster." I said. I didn't want to let go of that miraculous cock for one second so I led John by the cock over to the couch and laid him down. I was able to get a very good rhythm going along the entire length of his shaft. My hands looked so tiny moving up and down the length of his 12-inch monster. John reached into the drawer of the end table and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. He poured some down on the head of his cock and I worked it down the entire length. After about 20 minutes of stroking his well-lubed cock I could tell it was time to move on. I didn't want him to cum too soon. "When you rubbed your dick between her tits was she lying on her back with you straddling her or were you sitting in a chair with her on her knees at your feet?" I asked. "She always said it was my thing so I would have to do the work so she would lie on the floor and I would straddle her stomach." John said. I lay back on the carpet and massaged some baby oil between my breasts. John straddled my stomach and inched forward so that his cock was between my tits. I pressed my breasts together around his cock as he thrust back and forth between them. The awkward position and the lack of friction due to the baby oil allowed John to work his cock up and down between my breasts for about half an hour before it was time to move on. "We'd better move on to the next stage. If I do that too much longer I'll blow a hole under your chin." John said. I stayed where I was lying on the floor and John backed up so that he was positioned by my feet. I had never given a foot job before so I had to learn as I went, but John guided my feet with his hands for awhile so that I knew what to do then he released my feet from his strong grip and I went to work on him on my own. Again it took about 20 minutes for a rough total of a little over an hour before he was ready for the main event of the evening. "I'm getting really close, put your feet together right in front of my cock." John said. I did as he said and he jerked his cock a few times and an ocean of cum erupted from the head of his cock. Wave after wave of the hot sticky white goo spurted forth onto my feet and ankles. When he was finally done shooting he stood over my outstretched feet and looked down upon them with great satisfaction. "Julie, I can't thank you enough for this wonderful gift. It truly is the nicest thing anyone could have given me." John says. "It's not over yet. Grab the camera out of my purse and take some pictures. As long as you stay below the knee in the pictures like you did in the others they'll make a nice addition to your album of cum covered feet pictures." I said. John grabbed the camera and shot two entire rolls of my sticky feet. Then he got a wet towel and cleaned my feet up. "Again I don't even know where to begin thanking you for that wonderful gift." John said. "I know exactly where you can begin." I said pulling John's head into my shaved pussy. He needed no further encouragement and he began devouring my pussy with the experience that only a 67-year-old nudist swinger could have. I was so turned on that I came within two minutes but I locked my legs around his head urging him to keep going and he did. I laid there for over an hour as his expert mouth licked, sucked, and probed my pussy in ways I'd never felt before. I must have had at least 12 orgasms while he was eating me. When he finally pulled his face from my crotch I was sad to have such a wonderful licking come to an end, but I was also more satisfied than I'd ever been in my life. "I hope that is a good enough start to thanking you because my tongue is about to fall off." John said. "Oh that's a pretty good start. Just so we are clear on things, I am a married woman and not some slut so we aren't gonna be doing this kind of thing every night from now on." I said. "I understand." John said a little dejectedly. "You'll just have to get by with doing this kind of thing two nights a week." I said. John's eyes lit up. "Oh Julie do you mean it?" John asked. "Yes, but remember no vaginal penetration. I'm willing to do a lot of things with you, but intercourse is not one of them. Since that is the only thing my husband seems to be interested in I will reserve it only for him." I said. "What about anal?" John asked. "Not right away, I haven't even given my husband anal, but I think I might need to feel that giant cock of yours inside me eventually so I'll have to think about that one." I said. I eventually did start giving John anal and oral, I've found to our mutual surprise and enjoyment that I am able to get nearly all of his beautiful cock down my throat. My husband and kids still have no idea what I do for John, but they have been the beneficiaries of the $300 a week that it adds to our income. Of course John had been paying me $600 a week but he always gave me half of it in cash so I could keep it secret from my husband as an emergency fund. I have been earning my money though; John worked out a schedule. Monday nights I do all of the cleaning and laundry, then we spend the remainder of the time making out and using our hands to please one another. I've found that giving and receiving handjobs is one of the most enjoyable sexual experiences that I have had. On Wednesday night we spend as much of the night as I can stand with John ramming my ass with his cock. I love getting my ass pounded by his gorgeous cock, but it is so big that it gets painful after awhile. Then on Friday night we always go through a slow methodical repeat of his birthday gift seeing how long we can draw things out before he cums on my feet. All in all working for John has been the best job I've ever had, I only wish my other job were this much fun. Second Job: The Interview On the outside Mo was your normal 35 year old man. He was married with 2 kids and had the regular full time job, etc. He was average in the looks department as well. He'd gained weight since college, but tried some to keep himself in shape. He played sports whenever he could, and tried to eat right. His wife was pretty average as well, put on some weight with having the kids but overall wasn't bad at all for her age either. As a couple they owned a home, and by that I mean that they owed the bank for the home that they lived in. Their problems began when they were forced to do some repairs to the house. Although they both worked outside the home while the kids were all in school, they didn't have the room in their budget for big ticket items to come up. They were already maxed out on the credit cards they had due to car repairs they had to do in the winter, and now Spring was coming and they found that a new roof was needed. The only way out of the situation was for one of them to get a second job, and Mo felt the obligation to be the one to do just that. He searched their small town for a job and there wasn't much to be found. One Wednesday when looking through the information posted on the community board at the local grocery store Mo found a paper with the following information: Help Wanted Personal assistant needed nights and weekends Hours and duties will vary per week, but pay will not Call 555-555-5555 for interview This listing met all of Mo's requirements. Obviously he still had to have his first job, and if the hours were flexible it meant that it was possible that he wouldn't have to miss all of the kid's events. So, after discussing the opportunity with his wife, Mo decided to make a call. They agreed on a meeting the next evening at the Mr. Smith's (as Mo was told to address him) personal residence. Mo was nervous all day on Thursday while at his first job. He had really been feeling the pressure to get a second job in order to pay for the new roof and to help get the family out of debt. This felt like a make it or break it interview. After having dinner with the family Mo got dressed in khakis and a collared shirt, as Mr. Smith said that would be all that was needed for their meeting. Mo arrived at five minutes 'til 7 and was amazed at how nice the house looked. Their small town didn't have many houses of this quality. It was a 2 story home at the end of a road. It was pretty well hidden due to the curve in the road and the nearest neighbors were at least 300 yards from the house. Mo parked his car in the driveway and went up to the front door and knocked. Mr. Smith greeted Mo with a handshake, and asked Mo to enter. He then said to go down to the second door on the right and enter the room and that Mr. Smith would be there in a second. Mo walked down the hall, but had a feeling almost like he was being watched. Still, he thought it was just nerves and went into the room he'd be told to go towards. The room had a desk with bookshelves along the wall behind it. There was a chair in front of the desk which Mo figured would be his to sit in. The room also had a couch on the one wall, and a huge big screen TV on the other wall. The forth wall had what looked to be an exit to an outside porch. Mo didn't get a good look at that as while looking a little around the room Mr. Smith came in the room and sat down at the desk and asked Mo to sit as well. Mr. Smith went over the customary interview questions, finding out that Mo was desperate for a job in order to get the new roof and get his family out of debt. Mr. Smith then went on to explain the job. He was looking for a personal assistant that was a part time kind of job. He needed someone who was willing to be very discreet and available when needed, within reason. Mr. Smith noted that his business had a variety of clients and they all had different tastes. He needed to make sure that when they were in town they were happy and that they were all well cared for. Mr. Smith also needed someone who could assist him with a variety of personal tasks as well. So far Mo thought that this position was definitely something he could do, and the hours sounded good, yet he still wasn't completely sure what the position was. So, he decided to be brave and ask Mr. Smith to give him a better idea of what the position was. This is when Mr. Smith got real quiet and looked Mo in the eyes. He asked Mo to stand up. Mo stood, and 2 seconds later Mr. Smith was right behind Mo with Mo's hands cuffed behind his back. Mo didn't know what to make of the situation and as he was about to yell at Mr. Smith a ball gag was shoved in his mouth and secured behind his head. In seconds Mo had lost all control of his situation. Mr. Smith, who by the way is a 45 year old very muscular guy, now went on to tell Mo that it was time for the real interview. He explained to Mo that he would need to be a good boy or else his problems financially would only be the beginning. Mo, scarred to death, decided to see what happened but never expected what came next. Mr. Smith, who was still standing behind Mo, reached in front of Mo and started to unfasten Mo's belt. Then he unbuttoned Mo's pants and unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor. His boxer briefs were the next thing lowered to the pool at his ankles. Mo's soft cock was out in the open for the world to see. Then Mr. Smith started to stroke Mo's cock and balls with one hand, while feeling his ass with the other. Mo had never had another man touch him, and although he'd read some bisexual stories in the past, he never thought that would describe him. Yet, despite that fact he was starting to get hard due to the pleasure he was getting from Mr. Smith's hands. When Mr. Smith's fingers started to play with Mo's anus he let out a little audible sigh. Mr. Smith was good at what he was doing, and knew that Mo was going to be close to cumming soon. He stopped all of his advances and ordered Mo to step out of the clothes at his ankles. Mr. Smith took off Mo's shoes and socks as well. He took the ball gag out of Mo's mouth and asked him if he wanted more. Mo was so aroused that he said yes, just like Mr. Smith knew he would. Mr. Smith pushed Mo over by the sliding glass door to the outside and Mr. Smith opened it, pushing Mo to the railing. Mo's handcuffs were unfastened for a second, only to be refastened to the railing. Mo was positioned so that his ass was sticking out towards Mr. Smith and his hard cock was dangling below him. Mr. Smith started to stroke Mo's cock. Mo was just moaning not knowing what to think, but fully involved in his raging hormones. That was when he felt something cold against his ass. Mr. Smith explained that he wanted to lube up Mo's ass for some real fun. Mo quickly became scared and started to tell Mr. Smith that anal wasn't something he wanted, though it only made his cock harder to think about it. Mr. Smith told Mo that he no longer had any choices in the situation, and that to be his assistant Mo was going to have to prove his willingness to really work. Mo opened his mouth to yell only to feel something enter his ass. The pain from whatever it was made Mo scream instead. Mr. Smith was now stroking Mo's rock hard cock, and sticking something in his ass. As much as it hurt at first, his ass started to accept the intrusion. It started to feel good, and the combo of the stroking and probing had Mo really moaning now. Then it all stopped. The item in Mo's ass was gone, and he felt empty. He was very close to cumming again, but denied that pleasure again. But, that emptiness was short lived. All of a sudden he felt something different at his ass. It was slowly entering Mo's ass, but this was much bigger than what was there before. Mo was now screaming in pain, while the intrusion continued. It has to be Mr. Smith's cock entering Mo as he had a hold of Mo's hips while his cock was entering Mo's ass. Right when he thought he couldn't take any more Mr. Smith started to pull his cock out a bit. When Mo thought he was getting relief it was short lived, as the cock went right back where it had been, only this time harder. Mr. Smith started ramming Mo for all he was worth. Over and over again and after some time the pain subsided and the joy began. Mo had never had anything up his ass before and now was enjoying what was happening to him. Mr. Smith began to talk to Mo telling him about the tight ass he had and how much he was going to enjoy his new assistant. Mo was so turned on by this talk that his untouched cock began to spurt cum all over the ground and his legs. Seeing this along with the sensation of taking Mo's virgin ass was enough to put Mr. Smith over the edge as well. Mr. Smith started to spurt his hot cum up in Mo's ass, filling up the whole tunnel and dripping the left overs all over Mo's ass, legs, and the ground. Mr. Smith asked Mo how he felt. Mo didn't know really, but said that overall he enjoyed the experience. Mr. Smith unclasped the handcuffs and told Mo to come inside with him after taking off the blindfold. That is where Mo got a big surprise. On the TV on the wall was a video of Mo getting fucked by Mr. Smith. The whole thing had been recorded, and Mo now heard his screams of pleasure while getting fucked in the ass. Mr. Smith told Mo that he now had earned the position. Mo asked what would happen if he said no. Mr. Smith quickly answered that all of Mo's friends would receive a copy of the video, and that he'd sell it on the internet to the highest bidder. Mo knew that this would be the end of his marriage, his life, etc. Mr. Smith knew that as well. Mr. Smith then went on to explain the rest of Mo's new employment. The fact that he was going to be required any time he was called to do whatever he was asked starting from this day forward. He'd get paid a very fair wage and that the employment would only end when Mr. Smith said so. If Mo didn't uphold his part of the agreement then Mr. Smith was going to make sure everyone who knew him would see the tape. There was no other choice, he had to sign the agreement when Mr. Smith told him to sign it. After singing the agreement, Mr. Smith took Mo's phone and got his number, along with the numbers of everyone in the phone. He then told Mo to put on his clothes and leave. But, Mo would be getting another call very shortly, and he should be ready to answer it.