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I Got Id

By: cal28



We face many choices in life, different paths to choose from. At nearly every instance I had the willpower, the determination to choose right from wrong. I am not infallible, I have made mistakes but they were small ones. I was able to correct them, apologize, and make amends with the ones I hurt.

However, there was one temptation that I could not turn away from. I was given the opportunity to live out a dream that most people will never obtain. The consequence to living this dream would be the destruction of three very close friendships. Even with knowing this, I still went into this situation acting on my passions and allowing my id to rule. This is my story.

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I started to gain confidence in my early twenties where women were concerned. I was in great shape, outgoing, assertive, and a great storyteller when it came to entertaining. I went on date after date searching for the woman that would make me swoon and cause my heart to race in her presence. All of this searching was in vain, until I finally met Jane.

Jane came to work at the same retail store I did 

She was very different from all of the other women I had met in my life. She was fair skinned, wearing just the lightest of cover-up makeup. A small studded piercing was in her left nostril (and this was before it was fashionable). Straight brown hair hung past her shoulders framing her face along with short bangs. Her soft brown eyes hid a hunger deep within. Her breasts were C cupped, round and supple often seeming aroused because the nubs of her nipples were often hard and poking out with excitement. She had the body of a porn star, curved in all the right places. 

While working together, we spent a lot of time talking and flirting. It took me a month to finally work up the courage to ask her out. Our date was a lot of fun but I was too enamored with her to risk making a move on her. We ended up becoming very close friends.

Jane's background was a broken and troubled past. She was raped at the age of 17, by someone that was a casual friend. Her father abused her and her entire family throughout their lives. She had no self worth, feeling the only reason a man would be attracted to her was because of her ability to suck cock. If I had made a move on that first date, we would have had a few passionate weeks with a relationship ending because of her own self destruction. Instead, we stayed friends because she did not want to lose me and felt this would happen if we were to be intimate with each other.

Our friendship grew over time and we spent almost every night together. We would both become extremely jealous of one another when we dated other people. It seemed like every time we started a conversation it turned to sex. She asked me all types of explicit questions about the past women I was with, how I masturbated, what was my technique for oral sex etc. I would ask in return questions but she often did not answer them. During these conversations I would get so worked up that I would have to excuse myself, go to the bathroom, and wipe all of the pre-cum off of my cock and out of my boxers.

A little while after Jane started working with me, a new girl started. Her name was Sarah and she was strikingly beautiful. She was a little shorter than Jane and unlike Jane had a very athletic build. Her tits were small and pert. Her stomach was flat and her abs defined. She had tanned skin and her muscles were well defined. Her hair was long, straight, and soft. Her eyes were a cool light blue, like a refreshing breeze on a dry hot summer day. Whenever she would laugh it was like a contagious disease and I could not help but laugh as well.

Sarah was always flirting with me. If we were in the same room she would need to be next to me and touching me in some way. She often had boyfriends and more noticeably she seemed to date virgins. Sarah liked to take their virginity thus ensuring she had complete control over them. Even with these pastimes, she was obsessed with me. 

I can remember an incident at one of the numerous parties that our friends threw. I was laying on the couch and was poking fun at Sarah, teasing her over and over. Finally, she had enough and jumped on top of me. Before I could push her off, her finger danced up and down my side tickling me mercilessly. I could not catch my breath nor gather the strength to push her off. She knew my strength and positioned herself so that she could grab my cock without others seeing her.

Her boyfriend stood there watching this entire scene. He would not act because he knew if he did it would anger her. So here was Sarah, basically rubbing me off in front of her boyfriend and the rest of the party. I was laughing uncontrollably which just made my cock more sesitive while Sarah rubbed me off. 

I was finally able to yell out for her boyfriend to get her off of me. He was conditioned to follow orders and did so quickly. Once off me she was both embarrassed and furious. She stormed off in a huff. I left the party soon after because she had me so worked up so much that I could not get my cock to soften.

When I arrived home that night I quickly stripped. My cock bounced out of my pants and it wagged up and down like a puppies tail in anticipation of being played with. Red, angry, and slick with pre-cum my cock took over and dominated my thoughts. I started to stroke furiously and with a tight grip, mad at how turned on Sarah had gotten me. My pumping was erratic and varied as I was dwelling on being humiliated and taken advantage of in front of everyone at the party. Soon my thoughts strayed to Jane though and my pace evened out.

Jane had made so many hints, in the past, that she wanted to watch me masturbate but I could never bring myself to actually do the act. I dreamed about just whipping it out and jerking off in front of her. 

Now my imagination took over all of my conscious thought and I pictured that she was sitting in the room with me watching intently. I wanted to impress her and last a decent amount of time, so my pace slowed again but I was still quickly building up to an explosive release. Up and down, enjoying each one of my fingers bump over the edge of my cock head. When I reached the top I would circle the head with the middle of my palm and then stroke down again.

With my eyes squeezed shut my fantasy moved forward and my need to cum had built to an uncontrollable level. I pictured Jane sitting right across from me. She sensed that my climax was eminent and leaned forward. This caused the neck line of her shirt to fall and I could see the outline of her fair supple breasts. Those hard pink nipples and the soft outline of tits spurred on my stroking. I was breathing heavy and sweat coated my body. The slurping noise from my stroking was increasing as my pace picked up.

All of the teasing from Sarah was being channeled through my cock as I reached the peak of orgasm. On the up-stroke the first load of my cum sprayed out of my sensitive head. If only my fantasy had been true and Jane was right in front of me, it would have hit her right on her lips. Load after load pumped out of my throbbing and tortured cock. I could feel the frustrations from Sarah's ministrations slipping away.

After the last warm load shot out I pumped a few more times, like a warm-down from an extreme workout. I wiped myself off and folded back in a heap on my bed. I started to drift off to sleep and the final image of the fantasy played in my head, Jane licking my cum off of her lips and thanking me.

Jane and Sarah were tentative friends and there was always a tension between them. That tension, I suspect, was caused by me. I often talked about my feelings for Jane with Sarah. Jane knew that Sarah had feelings for me, in fact most people did.

A great display of this tension came from a party that I was taking Sarah too because her boyfriend was working. Jane was going to show up at this party once she finished work. I drove up to Sarah's house and she was waiting on her front steps. I stepped out to open the car door for her. She was jogging up to the car with a certain gleam in her eyes and enthusiasm in her step. She was holding a hand behind her back and when she was close she presented me with a flower. A girl had never given me a flower before. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I could feel my cheeks flush. I would have thought that this was a lame gesture but it actually really touched me. I gave her a big hug, kissed her on the cheek, and thanked her. We got into my car, headed to the party, and I placed the flower on my dashboard.

The party was the usual, pool, music, video games, and drinking. We all were laughing and having fun, but this fun ended early when Sarah's boyfriend showed up. He started pouting over something and Sarah had to placate his fragile ego. This brought me down a bit because I was really enjoying her company. At the time I was thinking that maybe I made a mistake and Sarah was someone I could have romantic affection for. Then Jane arrived and all my feelings for Sarah were washed away.

Jane and I talked for a bit but she said that she wanted to leave because she really wanted to spend some time alone with me. She seemed caring, even emotional, which was not like her. We said our good byes and left the party early.

We got to my car and I started driving. Jane's head cocked to the side and she noticed the flower. She made the comment that I knew that she hated flowers. I told her that the flower was for me and that Sarah had given it to me. I went on for a bit about how flattered I was and how much it meant to me. While I was talking and driving I was to distracted to notice that Jane had knocked the flower on to the floor. The entire drive back to her house she was grinding the flower into the floor with her shoe. When we arrived at her house she said she had changed her mind and just wanted to go to bed. She left my car in a huff. This was when I noticed the smashed up flower on the floor. At the time I didn't know it but this was a symbol of the relationship the three of us had.

The summer went on and we enjoyed a lot of parties and other activities together. Sarah and Jane started to spend more time together at these summer time events. Sarah decided to ask Jane over for a girls night in. They were going to watch movies and get drunk together. I thought it was a great idea because it may ease some tension between the three of us.

They picked a Saturday night, which was usually party night. I went to the party but left early because it just wasn't that fun without either of them there. I sat at home reading and listening to some Soundgarden. At about 11 P.M. my phone rang and it was Jane.

The call started off with giggling from Jane and Sarah. She asked me what I was doing, I could tell they were pretty tipsy. We talked a little bit about the party and what they were doing. Jane asked if I wanted to come over to Sarah's?

Before I could answer the conversation changed quickly and Sarah blurted out, "Carl, did you jerk off yet tonight?" followed by more giggling. Jane obviously still had the phone and Sarah was yelling over her shoulder. I was about to answer but Sarah wrestled the phone away from Jane. I could hear Jane laughing and yelling in the background, "No don't tell him, don't say it!" Sarah was also laughing and could barely form the words, "Jane... hahaha... wants to watch... god, Jane stop tickling me! Jane wants to watch you stroke your cock!" There was a large bang as the phone was dropped and I could here the two girls wrestling and tickling each other.

After about five minutes of this, Sarah finally picked the phone back up.

"Jane is in the bathroom right now, so I'm going to make this quick," Sarah said with an urgency. A clarity seemed to set in and she sounded far more sober than she did a few minutes ago.

"You need to get over hear tonight. I know you have wanted Jane for a long time and you will never have a better chance than tonight," Sarah said with a hint of desperation in her voice.

I gulped and through a cracking voice said, "But we are just friends, she doesn't want anything more from me. She doesn't want to have sex with me."

Sarah's voice changed and became much more commanding, "Carl, right now there is nothing more in the world that she wants than to see your cock. Now stop being afraid and get over here." With that she hung up the phone.

I sat there for 10 minutes contemplating what Sarah said. A part of my mind was screaming at me to run to my car and speed over to Sarah's. My heart was telling me that there would be consequences if I went over there. I knew I shouldn't go, I knew that I should have made the moral choice. I could not think straight any more. I kept hearing their voices, giggling while they wrestled and tickled each other and I pictured my self in between them.

My legs moved on their own acord, guided by a part of my anatomy that wasn't my brain, and I was headed to my car. I had made my decision and there was no turning back. I got into my car and made the short drive to Sarah's house. I walked up the yard and headed to the back door. The night was humid and the air was still. I reached the back door and headed into the basement to Sarah's room. I reached her door and knocked.

I heard Sarah answer my knock, "Come in."

I opened the door and laying on a beanbag and a bunch of large pillows were Jane and Sarah. Empty bottles of Zima littered the room. Jane was wearing a short pair of shorts and a tight white tee shirt. She obviously did not have a bra on because I could see the pink of her nipples showing through the shirt. Sarah was wearing a very long shirt and I could not tell if she had any thing on underneath.

Mazzy Star was playing in the background and Jane and Sarah moved away from each other. Jane looked Sarah in the eyes and she understood this unspoken message. Sarah motioned for me and then padded the place in between them with her hand. I shut the door, took my shoes off, and moved to lay down in between them.

As I settled in Sarah ran her fingers up and down my right arm and was gazing into my eyes. Jane seemed to be frozen and was looking right at the bulge in my shorts, like she was mesmerized.

"We are so happy that you came by. Jane was getting bored and needed something to play with." Sarah cooed.

Jane seemed to be in a different world. Sarah moved closer, her firm body was now pressed up against mine. I could feel her hard nipples poking into my side. She started to nuzzle up to my neck kissing her way up to my ear.

Jane took this as a sign and started to unsnap and unzip my shorts. Sarah stopped what she was doing and looked down. Jane slid my shorts down my hips and then reached up and grabbed the top of my boxers also. In one quick motion she pulled them all the way down and off my feet. My cock sprung back and forth as the waist line past it and a little bit of pre-cum sprayed us.

This changed the seriousness of the room because we all laughed and wiped the little splashes off us. Jane reached out slowly, like she was trying to catch an elusive animal. Her hand reached my cock and rubbed her palm up and down the back of my hot throbbing dick. Sarah and I watched, both mesmerized by her slow sweeping motions. Her hand moved around and then firmly gripped me one finger closing around my cock at a time. She jerked up and down three times then continued using just her index finger and thumb.

It was like watching a skilled musician playing a stringed instrument, and it almost sounded like one with the low moans she was causing me to produce.

This was really turning Sarah on because she pulled her shirt up over her head and threw it across the room. Her tan hard body was amazing, but I had little time to think about that. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and roughly pulled it over my head throwing it into the same corner as hers. Sarah draped her body across mine, took my head in her hands, and began to passionately kiss me. Her soft hair, which smelled like lilacs, hung to the side. I could no longer see what Jane was doing but I could definitely feel it.

This was too much to take, my mind was drowning in a sea of their feminine desires. They could have done anything to me and I would have eagerly went along. My cock was straining and Jane never did more than five firm strokes at a time. While Sarah and I were making out she would move just so allowing me a glimpse at the expression on Jane's face. She wasn't trying to jerk me off or tease me, she was playing with me, experimenting with so many different touches.

My cock was straining and my balls ached more than they ever have in my life. I could no longer take it so I broke away from Sarah's lips and pushed her to the side.

"Fuck Jane, stop playing with me I need to cum so bad!" I yelled in desperation. I reached for the bottom of her shirt and demanded, "Take your shirt off too." She looked at me and then reluctantly pulled her top off.

Finally I saw those large creamy globes tipped by spear like nipples. I started to reach out for them and then I felt a hand against my chest pushing me down.

"No you don't. Now it's my turn." Sarah exclaimed and used more force than I thought she was capable of. She slammed me back and straddled my shoulders. Now she was completely naked and I could smell her excitement. She had a small wisp of hair at the top of her pussy and her lips were pink and slick with excitement. Her clit peaked just out of it's hood and she moved closer as she lowered herself to my lips.

I reached out with my tongue and touched just the tip of her clit. I could feel Sarah's body slightly shudder. Her body slowly eased down and closer to me like her entire weight was balanced on the tip of my tongue. Closer and closer until now she was pressed against my mouth. I circled my lips around her hot nub and sucked it in. While sucking I began to flick with my tongue and moved my lips back and forth.

I could feel Sarah writhing above me and could hear muffled moans. It was getting hard to concentrate now because Jane was playing roughly with my cock. It had to have been at least 30 minutes now that she had been playing like a kid on Christmas with her new favorite toy.

My desire was at the boiling point and I could feel my tortured balls pulling up into me. Jane had one hand twirling my head like it was a door knob and the index finger of her other hand was rubbing right over my sweet spot. Muscles started to contract and the sperm that had been boiling in my balls rushed out for release. After all of the torturous playing, I finally came thrusting my hips with each spurt. I could faintly hear Jane, she sounded like she was cheering.

I had been ignoring Sarah while I was cumming and could feel her body protest at the lack of attention. Now without any distraction I pushed up and over and flopped Sarah on her back.

"Jane up here," I said motioning her to sit up next to Sarah. She did and I guided her hand to Sarah's breast. 

"Just like you would like it," I encouraged moving her hand around Sarah's breast. Sarah had a wide eyed looked when I did this and seemed like she was about to protest until I moved back between her legs.

This time I started by tracing her very moist lips with two finger. They quickly became lubricated with Sarah's juices and I slowly inserted them into her tight pussy. I slowly moved them in and out and then started to curve them up making a 'come here' motion with both fingers.

Once I had built up a slow rhythm I lowered my lips to her red aching clit. Jane was pinching Sarah's nipples and lightly tracing patterns across her body. She then lowered her head and tasted another woman's nipples for the first time. Sarah reached out and cupped Jane's pussy making rough movements with her hand. Jane began to rock her body in response.


I Got Id



With all the stimulation Sarah quickly moved to her first orgasm. I could feel her muscles clinching my fingers over and over. I didn't stop though and she was screaming now.

"Fucking god, Yes!" Sarah screamed in ecstasy.

I moved my mouth and pursed my lips against her clit then returned to sucking and flicking my tongue. It was so much for her that she burst into another orgasm. Sarah almost sounded like she was crying now. She pushed against my forehead and I realized it was too much for her, I needed to stop.

I pulled away and Sarah had a huge smile on her face and tears in the corners of her eyes. Her chest was still heaving up and down and she was absentmindedly playing with Jane. Jane and I laid down next to Sarah and we were slowly caressing her. I was hard again and when Jane noticed this she reached over and started to stroke my cock.

"Jane! You've played with me enough don't you think?" I chided her.

"Aww, I could play with it all night long." she pouted.

"It's my turn to play," Sarah said sitting up.

She moved me to a chair and moved up between my legs. She grabbed my cock with her right hand and cupped my balls with her left. Sarah smiled at me and then stuck out her tongue. Sarah began licking me like a lollie pop. This wasn't enough to make me cum but set my balls to boiling again.

I looked over and Jane had her eyes closed and her hand between her legs. Her fingers were moving in a circle over her clit and her other hand trailed up her body. She was cupping her breast, like she had cupped Sarah's earlier, and started to pinch her nipple. She was moving her hands quickly now and her face flushed in passion.

Sarah sucked the head of my cock into her warm wet mouth. She sucked and moved her tongue along the bottom of my throbbing cock. Sarah began bobbing her head up and down and kept looking into my eyes. She was cupping my balls and would squeeze slightly every 5-6 head bobs.

Jane was throwing her head from side to side and little whimpers escaped her lips. I could tell that she was building herself up slowly, teasing herself before she would let herself cum. It turned me on so much and was one of the most arousing things I've ever witnessed.

Watching Jane pushed me over the edge and I erupted into Sarah's mouth. My cum dribbled out the corners of Sarah's lips while I spasmed. Sarah didn't stop and sucked every last drop out of my cock. She stood up and wiped my cum from her chin and lips.

Sarah and I stood there watching Jane pleasure herself. Jane's eyes were shut and she had drifted off into her own world. I wrapped my arms around Sarah and she rested her head on my shoulder. We just watched until her whimpers turned into pleading moans and her pale skin had all turned flush. Her fingers work furiously and then the dam burst and she came yelling out the entire time.

Jane opened her eyes and she seemed embarrassed by the show she had given us. We motioned for her and she stood up. The three of us embraced holding each other up like a tripod. I cared for them both so much at that moment. I don't know if it is possible but at that moment the three of us were in love with each other. We savored the moment but then our lust started to take over again.

My cock was hard again and both girls were looking at it hungrily.

"Fuck me," Sarah said looking into my eyes.

I moved towards the pillows and had her get on all fours. I knelt behind her and started rubbing my cock up and down her wet and very sensitive pussy. Sarah gasped and looked over her shoulder at me. Jane moved around us and laid down in front of Sarah. She scooted down a bit and spread her legs wide open. Sarah and Jane's gaze met and Jane nodded an approving yes.

I slowly eased my cock into Sarah's pussy and it seemed to suck me in. I plunged all the way in and my hips pressed up against her ass. Sarah lowered herself on to her elbows and brought her mouth to Jane's pussy.

I started to fuck Sarah faster now. Even though I was hard again I had cum two times already and it was taking me a long time to build up to my next orgasm. I was fucking hard and fast now trying to cum but I was feeling a bit numb. Sarah was slamming herself back against me and yelling but I barely noticed.

Sarah finally moved off of me. I hadn't noticed that she had cum already because I was so distracted by trying to get off. Sarah wasn't able to concentrate on Jane, so she was left wanting laying in front of me with her legs spread and her pussy drenched.

My cock pulled me towards Jane's cunt. So many of my dreams and fantasies and here was the moment. My body was pulled along by my cock and I knelt between her legs. She didn't say a word as my cock moved it's way to her pussy. My engorged dick rubbed up her lips and I started to part her hot slick folds. I slipped easily into her and back out again. Sarah was still laying next to Jane to exhausted to move. I was still full of sexual energy and started to pass this to Jane. My thrusting moved to a fast but steady pace.

"Fuck me Carl, yes fuck, fuck, fuck Me..." she burst out.

This seemed to awaken Sarah out of her sex drunk state. She leaned next to Jane and cupped her breasts keeping them from bouncing from the pounding I was giving Jane. She sucked on to one of Jane's nipples which caused her to gasp. Sarah's hand started to drift down Jane's stomach and reached the top of her sex. Her middle finger passed over Jane's clit and started to circle it.

I fucked Jane harder now and Sarah rubbed her hand over Jane building her close to an orgasm. I could feel Jane's muscles start to milk my cock and this was the encouragement that my overworked member needed. Muscles spasmed and my balls released their cum. I could feel it as my semen rushed up me in filled Jane's cunt. Jane was babbling now as she came harder than she ever had. Her entire body clenched as her body and mind was shattered by pleasure.

We all collapsed on to the pillows and bean bag. We were a tangled sweaty mass of bodies, panting and trying to recover from our sexual exhaustion. We stayed there, in each others arms, clinging to on another. I realized later that we were clinging not just out of love but because deep down after tonight everything would change.

We all woke up early the next morning and retrieved our clothes in silence. We dressed, gave each other a few platitudes, and parted for the day. 

After that night everything was awkward between us. It was never the same, there was never that connection again between us.

Slowly we all drifted apart, and after a few years we stopped seeing each other. I never ran into them again nor have I ever found the connection and love the three of us shared that night.



I Got it Right the First Time



Sometimes you get things right the very first time out.

I fell in love with my wife on our first date. I knew that night that she was the girl for me and after 20 years, she still is.

What's funny about that date is that while we were on it together, she wasn't my date and I wasn't hers!

I will start at the beginning so that you get a clear picture of my life at the time all of this happened. My name is Ben Mathers and I'm an attorney. I wasn't always a success, in my junior years of high school, it seemed as though I was heading towards a career working in a factory or as a mechanic. I'm not putting people who do those jobs down, I just wasn't applying myself the way I should have been.

I was lazy and getting by on charm (one reason I am a good lawyer, my wife says I charmed the pants off of her -- literally) and my looks. I'm tall, dark and handsome (her words and, of course, she's biased) and I have a family who have money. Dad wasn't born wealthy, he worked hard for his and he made it clear to me that if I didn't start applying myself, I wasn't seeing a dime of his money when I graduated.

That didn't faze me at the time because I always had pals willing to pay my tab and I was even low enough to find a few girls willing to pay for the date just so they could go out with me. Yeah, I know ... in those days, I was a Grade-A asshole.

Things turned around the year before graduation. I decided to run for Class President, figuring it would be a kick, just a laugh. I won and now I had responsibilities. Here's where things started to change. I had a few great teachers and members of the faculty take an interest in me. They assured me I had the brains to achieve whatever goals I set. They pointed out to me that by getting this job, my fellow students had placed their trust in me. God knows how it did, but it all sunk in. By the middle of that year, the former C-average student was making straight-A's. I never missed a student council meeting, I spearheaded food drives and attended every rally, everything that needed doing, I did. I still remember my father actually tearing up and shaking my hand, telling me that he was proud of me. That day was one of the three best of my life, my graduation from law school and my wedding day being the other two. Add the birth of my kids and you've got the top 5.

Being the person I was meant to become hadn't quite happened yet. I was now a focused and hard-working young man. My family was proud of me and my fellow students were rallying behind me. I finally got up the nerve to ask out the hottest girl in school. Her name was Tracey Turner and I thought that she was so hot that she could have melted the polar ice caps. Tall and blonde and sexy and from a good-looking family too -- 3 sisters and not a bad-looking one in the bunch, although in my opinion, Tracey topped the list. I'd had a thing for her since the 8th Grade but I was too much on an idiot to garner her interest. Not now. I thought I had a shot and I asked her out. She said yes, with one proviso. I had to find a date for her best friend.

I didn't think that would present much challenge, although I did know there would be some challenge. Jasmine was her best friend, an exotic, half-black beauty that a lot of guys would love to have dated. She, like Tracey, was beauty-queen material and a bit of a fashion plate.

She also had a reputation of being hell on wheels. A lot of the guys I knew that had dated her said she was rough going. Tracey couldn't see her friend's flaws; all she saw was the positive. I knew I had some selling to do. So who did I want to drag into this double date mess?

I decided that the victim -- I mean, the lucky guy -- would be my friend, Cory. He owed me a favor; I had gotten him a date for the prom with my cousin Rachel the previous year. Rachel is a tall, leggy brunette who still models for fashion magazines and she was 2 years older. What's more, she really liked Cory and likely would have gone out with him again if he hadn't snuck a flask along with them and gotten drunk. I assumed that Rachel's kicking him in the unmentionables later that night and nearly getting expelled had likely smartened him up. A year should mature us somewhat, right?

I asked Cory and he was thrilled with the chance to date Jasmine. I read him the riot act beforehand. "This date with Tracey is very important to me," I told him. "You screw it up for me and it won't be Rachel kicking you in the cojones," I made sure he got the point. From the look of pain that I saw on his face when I said those words, I think he got my point.

I know that Tracey was looking forward to our date, I could tell from the look on her face when I saw her the next day. I had a fairly good reputation as a nice guy by that point and I wasn't hard on the eyes. I had enough money saved to do it up right and I made sure Cory knew to bring a little extra cash and that he knew this wasn't the kind of date where he could wear jeans. Tracey Turner and Jasmine were going to get a nice evening on the town courtesy of their dates.

From the second that I saw Tracey, I knew I had picked the right girl. She was stunning in a very slinky black cocktail dress that had a high slit on one side. Tracey had great legs and in the heels she wore with the dress, they were very nicely showcased. The dress was almost as tight as a layer of Saran Wrap and my dream girl was now a walking sex fantasy. I am sure my reaction must have shown on my face because I remember the way she was smiling at me when I escorted her to the car. I had worked very hard for the past few years to be able to buy my own car. Unlike a lot of my pals who drove heaps, my car was only a few years old and in immaculate condition. There wasn't a speck of rust or dirt on it; I had made sure it sparkled the day before our date.

Jasmine looked really nice that night as well. She was wearing a tailored black pantsuit, very nice jewelry that looked expensive, a pretty blouse and heels. Instead of her usual ponytail, she had her hair long and flowing. I wasn't aware it was that long. She and Cory seemed to be getting along well enough and I thought the evening was starting to look quite promising.

I chose a restaurant that wasn't too over the top so as to make the girls uncomfortable or to break our budgets. I had more money than Cory, although he insisted that he had listened to me and brought enough to cover his share of the tab. The staff fawned over us just enough to impress Tracey and Jasmine and everyone in the place noticed the two young guys with the two attractive women. We all seemed to be getting along well enough and there was lots of friendly banter between the four of us. Tracey and Cory were getting along like a house on fire, which took me a bit by surprise. I thought perhaps that he'd be a bit too crude for her; it seemed that I was mistaken. He was making cute little innuendoes and my date seemed a bit more impressed than his. Jasmine and I talked a bit as well and this time, there wasn't the usual tension there often was between us. Now that she had let her hair down -- literally and figuratively -- she was really very nice. I thought perhaps some of my buds that had been out with her simply weren't up to the challenge. I figured it out soon enough; Jasmine simply couldn't tolerate stupid men.

Our meal had come to an end and the four of us were still chatting. I asked the girls if they wanted dessert. Cory looked at me and I gave him the signal that I could cover the extra if they did. I thought that things were going well enough that it was too early to end our evening out just after dinner. I'm not sure just what I was expecting.

Tracey smiled at me and said that she'd have to think about it and said she'd have to go to the little girl's room. She didn't ask Jasmine to come with her. Cory said that he needed to go outside and grab a smoke. I thought that he'd quit months earlier, but I didn't think anything of it at the time.

It took me about twenty minutes to figure it out and even then, it was Jasmine who pointed it out to me. "They've ditched us," she said to me. "They were really hitting it off and I think Cory was hitting on your date. Those shits have taken off together and left you stuck with the bill."

I have no idea what my face looked like at that moment. I am sure my reaction was priceless. "Are you sure about that, Jasmine?" I asked her.

"Let me check the powder room," she smiled and stood up. She was back in less than two minutes. "Yeah, they've ditched us alright. No one there and one of the servers said that she saw two people leave out the back way."

I was shocked by the behavior of these two individuals. Jasmine sat back down. "He left you with the entire bill, didn't he? She asked me. She reached for her purse. "Can you cover it? I've got some money I brought for emergencies if you can't."

I waved my hand. "No, it's okay -- you were supposed to be our guests, I brought enough in case we wanted to go somewhere after. I can't believe they did that, I thought Tracey was into me. I thought Cory liked you and he's supposed to be my friend. What a truly shitty thing to do," I said, burying my face in my hands to get over my shock.

"I can't believe they pulled it off under our noses," Jasmine laughed a bit. "Still, if it makes you feel any better, I think Tracey's a fool. Cory was -- okay -- but you look great tonight and I've told Tracey how impressed I am at what you've accomplished this past year. You ask me, she traded down."

"Thanks," I said to Jasmine. "I'd heard all these things about my friends about your reputation and none of them are true. You're attractive, intelligent company; I think all of them were intimidated by your brains. Your beauty sure didn't help, I'm sure," I told her.

"Oh please, I'm not in Tracey's league," Jasmine waved her hand.

"No, you are in a league all of your own," I answered honestly. "You looked beautiful tonight and I enjoyed talking to you. You ask me, I think that maybe both of our dates traded down."

Jasmine looked at me with a million-gigawatt smile. "Am I mistaken or do we actually like each other?"

I shook my head. "You're not mistaken." I smiled again and said "I mentioned dessert earlier. I could use some coffee, interested?"

Jasmine smiled and nodded at me. "Why not? I'm a big girl and I don't have a curfew. I'm not too worried about watching my figure," she chuckled.

"No, you leave that to me," I grinned.

"Why Ben Mathers, are you flirting with me?" Jasmine smiled.

"Little bit," I grinned. "How am I doing?"

"Pretty well," Jasmine smiled again. "I'll let you know after dessert and coffee."

The rest of the evening continued along from there. We had dessert, we had coffee and we flirted all though that. I was now 100% positive that I'd traded up. Jasmine was witty and sexy and a wonderful conversationalist. That mattered to me. I found myself hanging on her every word, not to mention getting lost in the dark, beautiful eyes that kept looking back at me.

They were closing the place when we finished, so I settled our bill. Jasmine insisted on paying the tip and we took a cab back to her place. Before I knew what hit me, she pulled me close and planted a really hot kiss on me, one of the sexiest I've ever had. "That's just to let you know that was the best date I've ever been on," she said to me. "I'm asking you to take me out again because I know you felt it tonight, you simply couldn't have missed our mutual attraction. I'll see you on Monday and handsome, try to refrain from beating Cory to a bloody pulp, okay?" She laughed and went inside.

I must have stood there without blinking for about 5 minutes, wondering what had just happened. I had been on a date with one girl and ended up on one with another and I knew that I'd come out far ahead. Asking Jasmine out again had been in the back of my mind, but she had just solved that problem for me. Cory and Tracey had done us both an unintentional solid, even if it had cost me a lot of extra cash.

When I saw Jasmine at school Monday, she was all smiles. She looked around to see that no teachers were watching as PDA was frowned upon in those days. We were in the clear so I got another kiss. Not as hot as the one I'd received the other night, but warm enough to let me know what she was still into me. I found myself wondering if I had found a new girlfriend. Before I could say anything, she handed me a wad of bills. "What's this?" I asked her.

"Tracey's share of the bill," she told me and squeezed my hand tight. "I asked you not to beat Cory to a bloody pulp, I didn't say I wasn't going to kick the crap out of Tracey," she said as we walked down the hall to our classes. "Those two actually went and got a motel room with his share of the money and fucked all night. What creeps! Tracey and I are so over and if you're smart, you'll cut Cory from your list of friends too," she suggested. "We both deserve better."

I nodded and agreed. "You're right, although I intend to get his share of the bill, even if I do have to threaten him a bit," I told her. "His folks are super-religious, his dad is a minister. I don't think they'd like knowing what their son was up to all night," I said to a giggling Jasmine.

"Oh, that's evil," Jasmine laughed. "Still, I can't find myself getting to mad at them. If they hadn't done what they did, I wouldn't have found my new boyfriend."

I am sure they saw me smiling from space. "That's funny, I was thinking along those same lines myself," I said, risking a kiss on her beautiful face. "Coffee after school?"

"I'll probably float through my day," Jasmine sighed. "You bet, I'll see you then."

Jasmine's words kept going through my mind the entire day of class. I've been told I was physically present, but I don't remember a thing about that day in school, aside from one thing. Cory was "sick" and didn't come to school that day. It didn't matter, I could deal with him sooner or later. I knew where he lived and he couldn't avoid me forever -- not if he didn't want me speaking with his family. I was serious about that, I don't like being screwed over. It's the lawyer in me, I am not afraid to get litigious. 

We met up after school and went for coffee. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, I loved the way she walked. Her white jeans were so tight they looked as if they had been painted on. She had worn her hair down again today and I'm sure half the guys in school were staring at her. Jasmine wore little makeup that day, she didn't need to. The only person she had to look good for was me and I was already smitten.

"Are we really going to do this?" I asked her. "It just seems it came right out of left field."

"Are you having doubts?" She asked me, a look of panic in her eyes. I never wanted to see that look again and I went to her side of the booth and hugged her.

"No, not ever," I told her. There weren't any rules about PDA in the coffee shop, so I gave her a kiss. "You're the perfect girl for me, it was just so overwhelming. I didn't want you to have any regrets."

"THAT won't ever happen," Jasmine sighed as she let herself relax. "I knew about 20 minutes into our double date that I would rather have been with you than Cory. I thought Tracey was a lucky bitch. Well, my EX-best friend is never getting you back, you're all mine and I'm not letting you go," she said as she kissed me softly. I was sure some of the other kids in the coffee shop would be reporting the news to some of the other kids in school. Good -- it would let everyone know that as far as we were concerned, both Jasmine and I were off the market.

The world spread faster than either of us expected that it would. About a month after we became an item, I was summoned to Jasmine's home. It was on the pretext of having dinner, but the both of us knew what I was really there for. I was being checked out to see if I met her parent's criteria. I already knew that her brother didn't approve of us dating. That didn't bother me. I had two things on my side -- confidence and Jasmine's love. With those behind me, I didn't need anything else.

By the end of dinner, I felt as if I had known these people forever. Jasmine's mom gave me a big hug at the end of the night and turned to her daughter. "You traded up," she said to her daughter.

"That's what I keep telling him," Jasmine said with a laugh as she kissed me goodnight in front of everyone. Even her brother eventually came around and he is now one of my closest friends.

I wasn't about to let something this perfect slip away from me. I had a long talk with my parents and the day after graduation, I took Jasmine back to the place where we'd first fallen in love. I got down on one knee and held out the case that contained a small ring. I think I had known from the beginning I'd met the girl for me. I babbled on about destiny and fate and all sorts of other things until Jasmine kissed me to stop me from going on. With her eyes full of tears, she told me that she'd said "yes" about 5 minutes ago. I picked up my new fiancé and whirled her around while everyone nearby cheered.

We agreed it would be a long engagement, as I was now sure I was going to law school. My lovely fiancé insisted I had too much potential to waste. "I can wait as long as it takes," Jasmine told me. "This just signifies what I've known since our first date, we are meant to be together," she said as she waved her ring finger around. "My family is going to want to have a big, fancy engagement party, you know that?" She asked. I did know that, by then I was already a member of the family and my future mother told me several times she couldn't have found a better man for her daughter.

Then she turned to me and said "We should have a private celebration. Let's have dinner here next week, enjoy the evening and then we can spend a romantic evening together, just the two of us."

Any time I could spend alone with Jasmine was fine by me. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me, then said "Suit and tie, mister. I want my man looking his best when we celebrate our engagement together."

I nodded and hugged her as tight as I could. Not for an instant did I ever doubt she was the right one for me. I was almost grateful that Tracey and Cory had done what they did. Not grateful enough that I would forgive them for being total jerks, but grateful. Oddly enough, their attraction was only physical and it burned out in about 3 weeks.

My family and Jasmine's family threw us the huge party we had expected. Everyone was thrilled for us and they all understood not to expect a wedding for a long, long time. Jasmine's mother kept saying it would give her enough time to plan a spectacular wedding and my fiancé just rolled her eyes. I could see it when she smiled at me though, she wanted to be in front of everyone, saying her vows and confirming our love. I wanted it just as much.

The Saturday of our dinner together, I did everything I could to look my best. I got a haircut and a manicure, professional shave and had my suit pressed. I had my mom pick out my best tie and my shoes were so shiny that you could have used them as mirrors. When I drove to pick up my lady, I felt underdressed.

She was wearing a beautiful black evening gown that was amazing and sexy and ... hell, all these years later, I am still at a loss for words. Her heels were at least 5 inches and she had done herself up beautifully, eyes line and lips so yielding and kissable that I nearly forgot we were going to dinner. I held her hand and kissed her hello, almost forgetting we were going to dinner. She looked like a model, far older than her 18 years. I fell in love with her all over again on that very spot.

Our dinner was everything I could have wanted it to be, we even got away with ordering wine and no one checked. My lady was bright and giggly and utterly charming and I was still in disbelief that she was really mine. That I was going to be by her side for the rest of my life. Most guys my age would have cringed at that thought. Not I. I would have married her that very night if I hadn't had long-term plans for our future. I wanted to give her everything she was entitled to and more, all she would ever have to do is ask.




I Got it Right the First Time



We lingered over our meal and once we were sober enough, we left the restaurant. I thought we might go somewhere for coffee and dessert, but Jasmine had other ideas. "I'll drive," she said and got behind the wheel. I had no idea what she was up to, but I handed her the keys anyway. She drove a short distance to a very quaint little hotel and got out. "Let's go," she said to me as she got out of the car.

I figured it out as she came up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. The kiss was electric and intoxicating. "This is our celebration," she said to me. "Intimate and it'll be a night that we will never forget."

"Are you sure?" I asked her. I knew that she was a virgin, we were close enough to talk about such things. I had not been with anyone either, although I'd come close. Now I was glad that it hadn't happened for me. "Don't you want to wait for our honeymoon or further down the road, at least?"

She shook her head and the smile that always wins arguments showed on her face. "Our honeymoon will be too far off and I don't want to wait for that night. My mother says that it's the craziest day in a girl's life and by the end of the night, you're exhausted. I am not exhausted now, I'm giddy with happiness. I spent a lot of money to plan this evening, so quit arguing and march your butt inside," she giggled.

"I wasn't arguing, I was just being ..." 

"Chivalrous darling, yes, I know. There's a time and place for everything, this isn't that time. I want us to make love together and have a night we'll remember on our wedding night. I want to feel our bodies pressed together and my husband-to-be inside of me, making me his forever. I know we'll be amazing together, but not if we stand outside in this cold night air," she laughed. 

We went and got the key to our room, which wasn't huge, but more than adequate for our needs. "Don't rush," she smiled and pointed towards a bottle of champagne. "Open that and wait for me, I'll be right back."

Jasmine's expense was much larger than mine, although I knew she could afford it. Her family owned a couple of jewelry stores and she had worked for them since the age of 14. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, although it was only a few short minutes.

It was well worth the wait.

My beautiful fiancé emerged from the bathroom in some of the sexiest black lingerie that I have ever seen and stockings with the high heels on. She looked like a goddess and I am not just saying that. She walked over to me and wrapped herself around me. "Now I want the thrill of seeing you undress for the very first time," she told me in a honeyed tone. I nodded and did as she asked, fearing my nervousness would show in my hands. It didn't.

"Wow," is all that she said to me. "I sure have nothing to complain about. Let's get in bed and just cuddle for a while, there's no rush. We're not expected back," she explained. Jasmine later told me that her brother was born 9 months before her parents were married. Both of them knew the score.

I held her in my arms for a while, just loving the feeling of having her next to me. Luckily for me, Jasmine decided enough was enough. She climbed on top of me and threw the lingerie away, save for the stockings and heels. I now believed she was the Goddess of Goddesses. Her hands moved all over my body and her lips soon followed suit. Had I not been positive of her virginity, I would have thought her a very experienced young woman. When she reached my cock, it started to stiffen of its own accord. Jasmine took care of the rest of that, sucking and licking with more skill than I would have thought possible. I had to pull away, lest I cum in her mouth. I don't know if she would have been able to handle that. She gave me a look that informed me she had been at least willing to try.

"My turn, beautiful," I smiled at her. I'd seen enough adult films and pictures, read enough books, that I knew what I was supposed to do. I could see the sparkle in those beautiful eyes of hers and every place I touched, she sighed. So, I touched more and kissed more. I wasn't at all afraid to go down on her and I loved her taste -- still do. Once she was wet enough, I looked up at her and asked for her consent. She nodded. I hoped that I wouldn't hurt her as I slid in deep to her wet pussy. She grunted a bit as I pushed forward and then, gave out a little yelp. Her heeled legs locked around my back as I began to make love to her. Jasmine and I were now lovers and it remains etched in my memory. My lady wasn't going to let me do all of the work, she drew me in to her body and soon, she wanted to be fucked. I was marrying someone who was equal parts sexy lady and unrestrained whore, lucky me! I made sure to listen to her and gave her what she wanted. As I fucked her well and true, she got playful. She moved away from me and playfully pushed me on my back. 

"My turn," she said with this incredible grin on her lovely face. "This relationship is going to be equals, I've fantasized for years about the first time I got to fuck a man." I could see the tears forming in her eyes. "I'm so glad you were the first man I ever had sex with, made love to and fucked. I was meant to be with you," she said as she wept a bit. That didn't last long. Jasmine began to roll her hips and move against my body. I had never before known anyone with such erotic potential. Like everything Jasmine did, she did this with verve and vigor. I knew then that she had pinpointed our relationship. We were going to be equals for the entirety of it.

I was quite surprised at how aggressive Jasmine was once we got going. It almost seemed as if someone had unleashed an inner demon inside of her. She actually used language that shocked me at first, although I got over that. Having her cry out obscenities while we were making love really started to turn me on. We had sex in every conceivable position until I was exhausted. She wasn't, far from it.

"You realize that you're marrying a nymphomaniac," she teased me and reached for the phone to call Room Service. "I'm ordering us some coffee and an early breakfast. We need to get your strength back because check out time isn't until noon and I'm not finished with you yet."

I looked at my watch and was stunned to see that it was almost 5 AM. I had lost all track of time when making love to my beautiful Jasmine. It's still like that sometimes, we get caught up in our own little world.

I wisely did my best school and married Jasmine 5 years to that day. She made most of the money for the first few years of our married life, but not once did she ever complain. "I'll take it out in trade," she would tease me as she sauntered into the bedroom.

Some people would wonder why anyone would want to have the same person in bed all of their life or the same kind of sex. They wonder if it gets boring or ...?

No, it never has for us. We have friends who "swing" and we've been offered the opportunity a few times. We've turned it down, it just isn't for us. We're not prudes, we both like an adult movie every once in a while and Jasmine has a collection of lingerie and heels that would fill an entire store.

We just have never found the need to be with anyone else. Jasmine has never denied me anything I want in bed, nor I, her. We're never "too tired" to be affectionate and I never forget to tell her each day that I love her. We both picked the exact right person to marry.

Simply put, we got it right the first time. 



I Got My Husband His Promotion



This story is true even though I am not at all proud of what I did for Robert. He and I had been married for only 4 years when he changed jobs. He was very satisfied in his last position as a department manager for his firm. He knew there was just no hope of promotion within that firm because of two things - 1, The old boy network where the very best friends of the boss got all of the good jobs and 2. He didn't get on very well with the boss anyway. 

When he applied for this new position 3 months ago he was really excited at the prospects of a totally different work ethic and just knew he would soon be manager of his department without having to suck up to his boss. Once he was established in his position and was proving to be a great success the time came up for his 3 month review of service and it was dependent on this review whether he got the promotion.

I had never met his boss. He was the owner of this very large business and from what I had heard he was very easy to work for. Robert often came home from work telling me how good his boss was and how the other managers were praising him. They all told Robert the same thing - do your work well and the boss will reward you!

Robert came home on Monday evening and told me we had been invited to his boss's home for dinner next Friday evening. He told me it wouldn't be a very formal dinner as his boss preferred to get to know his staff in a relaxed situation rather than a stiff and formal situation. He also told me to go out and buy myself an absolutely stunning new dress for the occasion - no expense spared. I was, of course, thrilled.

Much to my amazement Robert suggested he accompany me to the shops to help me select my new dress. Robert never takes an interest in buying my dresses and is quite content to accept what I buy - he says I look good in anything.

We looked at dozens of dresses but the one he suggested was one I probably wouldn't have chosen without Robert being present. It was a delightful pretty dark blue dress in two parts. It had the skirt which was rather short compared with what I normally wear and the top was separate. The top was a sleeveless blouse sort of thing with three buttons down the front. The material wasn't really very thin in fact it was a little thicker than I would have chosen. The dress certainly looked really nice on me when I tried it on in the shop. The only reservation I had about it was that if I lifted my arms up above my head I showed about 5" of my bare belly. I don't usually wear any dresses which expose my belly button! I am not in the least ashamed with my body in fact I am very pleased with the way I look but I don't exactly like baring my skin to others.

Anyway, this was the one Robert chose and this was the one we bought. He also insisted on buying me some new underwear. This finally consisted of a very tiny bra really only a quarter cup on which my breasts sat completely exposing the top half and my nipples. The other part was a very tiny thong which I was almost too ashamed to be seen in. It was a very thin belt of elastic around my middle with what appeared to be a piece of string which went between my bum cheeks and only about 1" wide where it was supposed to cover my pussy. I have always trimmed the edges of my pubic hair so that it won't show outside my bikini bottom but this was ridiculous because even pulling the edges as far as they would go didn't go anywhere near covering my pussy and certainly not my remaining pubic hair.

Robert insisted on my complete outfit and so that was what we bought. When we reached home he asked me to model the outfit. I stripped completely naked and then strapped the bra around under my breasts and dropped my breasts onto the platform which was supposed to support them. The straps were very tiny and really went from under my arms in the front, over my shoulders, to back near my underarms at the back. There wasn't much of this bra even though Robert had paid a lot of money for it. When I came to pull up my new panties I was in for a shock. It was the first time I had worn anything like this and with just the string between my cheeks it felt as if it was cutting me. Then with the front being so narrow I was amazed just how much of me it showed in the mirror. I told Robert I would have to shave my pubic hair completely if he expected me to wear these panties. He told me not to shave it all off but to let him trim it back so that it didn't show too much. He told me he would shave me just before we went to the dinner.

Friday came around all too quickly and I was getting excited at the prospect of meeting his powerful boss. Robert took me into the bathroom, stripped me completely naked and then told me to put my thong on. When I had done that he picked up a pair of scissors and began trimming my pubic hair so that it didn't protrude too much past the edge of my tiny panties. Once he had finished with the scissors he told me to take the thong off and then he got down to shaving me where he had trimmed with the scissors. I was left with a narrow strip of hair no more than an inch wide running right from my clitoris to about 4 inches below my belly button. My pubic hair isn't really dark but it isn't fair either. I am a blonde elsewhere and my hair is cut short and really suits my face. I became very aroused when Robert was shaving me and I asked him to fuck me but he told me to wait and I would be able to celebrate later on this evening. I realized he would probably be told about his promotion at the dinner and would want to fuck me as soon as we arrived home. I curbed my excitement although I was rather wet. I had my shower and then began dressing.

To my horror I found, when I pulled my thong up, that it had cut into my cunt lips and they were exposed outside the narrow band of material. Robert had shaved all of the hair on either side of my lips but now the lips themselves were showing. Robert loved this and told me I looked very slutty - something I wasn't impressed about.

My bra was so small it was almost a juggling act to keep my breasts on the cup - it really wasn't a cup but more like a ledge. My breasts are not very big but they are firm otherwise I wouldn't have been able to keep them in place at all. Fortunately my nipples are not very big but can become longer when I am really excited but most of the time they are rather flat. Next I donned my skirt and my top and was very relieved to see that nothing was visible through the material and nobody would know I was wearing this silly underwear. I realized I had to humor Robert because this was to be his big night. He dressed in a very casual but totally smart shirt and slacks and looked really good. I was looking forward to this night.

About an hour before we were due to leave for the dinner the phone rang and I answered it. It was Sue, the wife of one of the other department managers. I had got to know Sue better than any of the other manager's wives I had met and she was really nice. She wished me all the best for the dinner party and hoped everything would go well but added a very cautious "Take care!" before she hung up. This concerned me as to why she would suggest I had to take care. I asked Robert what she could have meant and he told me he didn't know but he knew some of the other managers had said something about not knowing what would happen at these parties! I was a little perturbed but decided to dismiss any doubts and have a good time.

We arrived at the boss's home - a very spacious good looking home in the very best part of the city - and were surprised to see there were other guests there as well as us. When I met Robert's boss I was very impressed. He was a tall handsome man, well built and he had gray hair (even though he was only 49 years old) and a short bristly moustache. His name was Patrick and he greeted us both very warmly. He shook my hand firmly and held on to is just a little bit longer than I would have expected. We were introduced to the rest of the guests - they were all business associates of Patrick - and everyone seemed to be very friendly. Patrick's wife, Jane, was a delightful person - very open and friendly - and she made us feel very welcome in their home.

The dinner progressed very smoothly and we all had sumptuous food and plenty to drink although I kept my alcohol intake to a minimum. Patrick's home was built for entertaining and at the other end of the huge dining room where we had eaten was a staircase leading to the upper floor. We moved away from the table after everyone was finished and we stood around talking amongst ourselves. Robert soon moved away from me to talk to some of Patrick's associates and Jane came over to keep me company. She asked me if I would like to look around their home and of course I jumped at the chance. We had only just reached the head of the stairs when Patrick came bounding up behind us and told Jane she was needed in the kitchen. He then told me he would show me around the house. He took my arm near my elbow and tucked it under his arm and pulled me to him. We chatted as we looked at several of the rooms and then he took me into what was the den. This was set up as an office and had his personal papers everywhere.


As soon as we were in the den, he closed the door behind us and turned to me and said, "Jenny, I know you and Robert are very anxious to learn if he is to get his promotion which he is looking forward to so eagerly. I can tell you, confidentially, that he is just about a certainty to get the promotion but there is just one little item which has to be sorted out first. I always like my staff to do everything I want of them and that includes their wives. I wouldn't want any man working for me if he didn't have a wife behind him who would also do everything I wanted from her. You will understand that every manager working for me has a wife who will do anything for me as well as her husband. Do you understand what I am saying? Well, I like a woman who is totally loyal not only to her husband but to me and my company. If you don't feel you would fit that requirement then you and Robert will be disappointed when he doesn't get his promotion. Do I make myself clear, Jenny?"

I was staggered by his speech - he was obviously wanting me to be at his beck and call as well as Robert - did he want me to do work for his company as well at Robert or was he meaning something more sinister? I could only assume Robert wouldn't get his promotion if is didn't agree with Patrick so I said I would do anything necessary for Robert to get his promotion!

Patrick turned me to face him and then took both of my hands in his. He pulled me to him and told me he was glad I understood and he would love to announce Robert's promotion this evening if I was prepared to do some things for him right now. I was beginning to get worried thinking back to what Sue had said. But I knew Robert dearly wanted this promotion so I would have to do whatever Patrick wanted.

He took me closely into his arms and began kissing me. He was an attractive man but I didn't want him to kiss me but I simply put up with it for Robert's sake. Next he held me at arms length and then released my hands and immediately began unbuttoning my dress top. I moved to stop him but he just took his hands away, held them up in front of me and said, "Well, Jenny, I respect your wishes - I guess Robert's promotion isn't all that important!" And with that he turned to leave the room. I was horrified that I had blown Roberts one chance of his new job.

I apologized to Patrick and said I had been a bit silly and didn't mean to stop him! He then continued undoing the buttons and soon had the top down off my shoulders and off my body altogether. He began feeling my breasts which looked so silly sitting there on this stupid little bra! He spun me around and then undid the catch on the bra and pulled it off my body. Now I was standing naked to the waist in front of Robert's boss. He grinned at me and said, "Nice body" and began caressing my breasts and nipples making me feel very embarrassed. He then slipped his hands down to my waist and pulled me to him so that he could take my nipples in his mouth. He sucked on my nipples for several minutes and I could feel some stirring in between my legs - I was beginning to enjoy what he was doing to me. But this is all wrong! I kept telling myself I was only allowing this because of Robert's promotion but I couldn't help getting aroused!

There had been a number of boys before I met Robert who had bared my breasts and sucked my nipples and quite a few of them had gone further and taken my panties off and not only played with me but had fucked me as well. I had been fucked lots of times before I met Robert and when I had told him about some of my sexual experiences he just shrugged and said he certainly didn't expect me to be a virgin when he married me. It was probably because this man wasn't my husband that I was getting so turned on and I kept remembering how I had felt when different boys had played with me and sometimes fucked me.

Patrick then undid my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Somewhat in a daze I stepped out of my skirt and stood there in front of him wearing just my shoes and my obscene thong. He squatted down in front of me and looked at what the thong didn't hide. My lips were showing on either side of the thong and I suddenly felt very vulnerable.

Patrick then slipped his fingers under the thong and touched my cunt lips. I stepped back, more from instinct than because I didn't want him to do that, but he immediately stood up and walked towards the door. I called him back and apologized and so he then slipped his fingers in the band of my thong and pulled it down my legs. Now, apart from my shoes, I was totally naked in front of a man I had only met a couple of hours before. He pulled me to him, kissed me again but very deeply this time, and caressed my breast and nipple at the same time he moved his hand between my legs and inserted one finger inside my cunt! I was shocked but remembered what he had said before and didn't move away. He played with my cunt inserting more fingers and then he began stroking my clit. This always turns me on totally and I knew I was starting to cum!

Patrick then moved me back from him, unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants onto the floor. These were followed by his underpants leaving a long and hard cock jutting out in front of his body. He pressed my shoulders down and I knew instantly I had to suck his cock! Robert wasn't very keen on having me suck his cock although I must admit I had sucked lots and lots of cocks before I met Robert.

I licked his cock and then moving my tongue around the head of his cock I knew I was just wasting time so I slipped my mouth over his cock and took it into my mouth about 4 inches. I kept it there and sucked quite hard on it. His cock was probably about 8 inches long and he just continued pushing it into my mouth until I had it all and my nose was in his pubic hair. I was nearly gagging but somehow I managed to pass his cock down into my throat with some comfort provided I pulled it out every now and again to get my breath. At last I could feel his pumping in my mouth changing pace and he quickened the strokes as I knew he was about to cum in my mouth. I didn't dislike the taste of cum in my mouth but I had never sucked a cock on a man of this age before. Anyway I managed to pull his cock out until there was only about 2 inches in my mouth as he came. He squirted a lot of cum into my mouth and as he was holding my head I just had to swallow the lot. He kept his cock in my mouth after he had finished shooting his cum and I continued to suck him knowing he wanted his cock hard again. He was hard as a rock in no time at all.

By now I realized what was going to happen next. He pushed me back onto the desk until I was lying on it; he then spread my legs wide apart and exposed my bare cunt to him. He then thrust his cock into me and continued to push it in firmly until he was totally inside me! Then he began fucking me in earnest! I kept telling myself I was only doing this for Robert but at the same time I knew I wanted this man to fuck me. It seemed ages since I had had another man's cock in me as I had grown used to having Robert's cock all the time. This felt so wonderful I really began to realize just how excited I was. Right now I could feel the strong waves of passion beginning somewhere in the pit of my stomach and extending down to my clit. I was having an unbelievable orgasm with this man who wasn't my husband. I am committing adultery but just now I couldn't care less - I just wanted to be fucked.

I came with a tremendous, violent spasm and these spasms kept rolling through my body for several minutes as Patrick was shooting his cum deep into my cunt! I had just fucked another man and I did it so my husband would receive his promotion. Patrick pulled his somewhat limp cock out of my body but my spasms hadn't yet ceased and I was in a state of breathless shock. Patrick leant over and kissed me deeply and told me Robert's promotion was almost certain now but I still had one more thing to do for him. I was almost too wound up with my own orgasm to fully understand what Patrick was saying to me.

Patrick stood up and pulled me up with him. He made me stand in front of him still naked but now with some of his cum running out of my cunt and down the inside of my legs. I felt a real slut but consoled myself, as I realized that despite the gravity of the situation, I had only done this terrible thing for Robert.

Patrick kept me standing there watching the cum running down my legs and obviously he was very delighted at his conquest. He picked up my panties and my tiny bra and thrust them into a drawer in his desk. He told me he would keep them for a souvenir and they would remind him every time he saw them of the wonderful time we spent together this evening. Then he said, "I am sending Robert away on a business trip for a week in a few days time. He will be eagerly looking forward to this trip because it will be the first he will conduct as the new manager of his department. While he is away I will come and live with you for the week and we will spend the whole time together. I am arranging to take leave that week and you are to do the same. You will not tell your husband what you are doing for this week while he is away but you can tell him about tonight if you wish because he will know you are making sure of his promotion like all of the other managers have done before. I will leave that up to you but you must be ready for me when he goes away!"

I was almost too shocked to comprehend his words. Now I understood what Sue had been warning me about - obviously she had been fucked too to ensure her husband's promotion. Fortunately there were no other managers at the dinner only Patrick's associates otherwise the manager's wives would have known I had been fucked to get his promotion. 

Gathering up my short skirt and top I dressed quickly but now I was completely naked under my dress. I was conscious of the cum running down the insides of my legs and asked Patrick where I could go to clean up. He told me he didn't want me to clean up but to just return to the party looking like I am. I told him his guests would see the cum running down my legs and would know he had sex with me but he just grinned and said, "You do want Robert to get his promotion, don't you?" I knew I was beaten and so I walked back into the main room with Patrick at my side. He must have shot a huge load of cum into me because the amount of cum running down my legs was now well past my knees and totally visible as my skirt was very short and at least 7" above my knees. I felt everyone was watching me but, hopefully, perhaps some were not aware of my predicament. 




I Got My Husband His Promotion



Walking over to Robert I stood nervously alongside him and wondered if he had looked at the cum on my legs. There were several other guests near us and I couldn't talk privately to him. I really wanted to go to the toilet and clean up but I didn't dare after Patrick had made it so clear I shouldn't do that. At last Robert and I were alone. Robert leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Well Darling, do I get my promotion?" I looked at him stunned realizing he knew I had been fucking Patrick to make sure of his promotion! I didn't know what to say or do. I began by whispering back, "Do you know what that bastard has made me do to make sure of your promotion?" and he just grinned and said, "Well it was worth it, wasn't it?" Now I felt terrible. My loving husband had knowingly allowed me to be fucked by his boss and he didn't seem to care how I felt. Robert then said, "You are advertising to everyone here that you have just been fucked with all that cum running down your legs and because you and Patrick were the only people absent from the room during the time they know it was him who fucked you! Thank you for making sure of my promotion Darling, I will try to make it up to you somehow."

Because there was so much cum leaking out of me before we left that party the cum had reached my ankles and was slowly leaking into my shoes. I was long past caring about what I looked like - it was obvious I was a used slut and I am sure everyone knew that. By now my hatred of Robert had grown to a position where I just didn't care what that bastard wanted I would make him wait a long time before I would willingly have sex with him again. Robert was soon aware of my hatred for him. He went very quiet and was particularly silent on the way home. I had some tissues in the car but decided against wiping up the cum preferring to leave it on my legs so that Robert would have a reminder of what he had made me do with Patrick!

By the time we reached our home most of the cum had dried on my legs but my cunt was still very sloppy wet as that part wasn't drying like the rest. When we moved indoors after parking the car in the garage, Robert suggested I have a shower and clean up before bed. I visited the bathroom but only to pee. I refused his suggestion to shower preferring to just strip off my short skirt and top and then my shoes and lie naked on our bed. I positioned myself so that I was lying on my back, my legs spread widely on the bed where Robert could see my cum stained legs and thighs and most of all my cum soaked cunt and what was left of my pubic hair. Patrick's cum was caked on my pubic hair and also on my belly just near my navel where he had wiped his cock after pulling it out of me. I knew I looked a complete slut lying there without any covering over me. Robert certainly didn't like the cum stained look about me and again asked me to shower before he fucked me. He tried his best to get me into the shower but I refused and to aggravate him further I spread my legs wider and squeezed my cunt muscles as hard as I could in the hope I may be able to force more of Patrick's cum out of my cunt. I think I succeeded judging by the disgusted look on Robert's face. I told him, in no uncertain terms, that there was no way he was going to fuck me again for some time! If he wanted his promotion so badly he had knowingly allowed Patrick to fuck me then I had no respect for him at all! Robert knew exactly what I was getting at and rolled over on the bed and faced the other way from me. I hoped he couldn't sleep but I kept thinking about Patrick before I dropped off to sleep myself.

When I woke in the morning I looked first at myself and couldn't believe how much of a slut I looked. There was still a lot of moisture on my cunt lips and the dried cum had a rather white look about it and was completely visible still. Robert woke soon after and reached over to caress me but I leapt out of bed and walked slowly to the bathroom where I peed but didn't wash anything except my face and hands. I walked naked into the kitchen where I prepared our breakfast. Robert came into the kitchen in his dressing gown and just stared at my naked body as I moved around getting the breakfast ready. He could easily see my cum stained body which was a constant reminder to him of what he was being punished for. 

When I was preparing to dress for my work I told Robert I thought I wouldn't have a shower this morning and also I wouldn't wear any underwear at all to work. If this aroused some of the men by the smell of all the sex on my body then that was too bad for him but good for me. If he wanted me to be a slut then I would be happy to oblige. Robert begged me to dress properly and to shower first but I refused just donning my short work skirt and shirt and I still had my cum stained legs showing under my skirt. Of course I wasn't wearing any panties or bra and this was a worry to him. He didn't know I had a box of wet wipes and fresh underwear in my bag so I could clean up before I reached work but he could worry as much as he liked - I would get even with him.

It was easy to clean up my cum stained legs with the wet wipes and, also a great relief when I could wipe my cunt clean too. Once I was satisfied I was completely clean I carefully slipped my fresh panties on but decided to leave off the bra as it was a bit too hard to put on in the car even though I was quite sheltered from view. I worked all day feeling excited about Patrick and what was likely to happen next week but at the same time I had a loathing towards Robert. I had also packed my vibrator in my bag when I left this morning and felt I could make Robert very unhappy he had allowed me to get fucked by Patrick.

Once I had finished work I went to my car where I removed my panties and placed them in my work bag. I then took out the vibrator and gently pushed it deeply into my cunt. I switched it on and immediately I felt stimulated and very excited. With one hand on the steering wheel I drove home slowly using my other hand to play with my clit until I had an enormous orgasm right there in the car. As soon as I had cum I knew my cunt was as wet as could be but left the vibrator in me but switched off. After a short time I turned on the vibrator again and began playing with my clit. Soon after I exploded into another orgasm this time bigger and better than before. Now my cunt was soaking wet and I was a very sloppy mess. I kept the vibrator in my body running now at a very slow speed and this kept me totally stimulated for the rest of the journey home. Pulling into my parking space I carefully pulled the vibrator out of me and wiped it dry with some tissues before returning it to the bag. I touched my cunt and couldn't believe just how wet and sloppy it felt.

I walked inside to where Robert was waiting. I almost ignored him and walked into our bedroom. I was walking with some difficulty due to the huge orgasms I had just had but didn't let him know I was so excited. Once I reached the bedroom Robert walked in and looked at me. I quickly removed my skirt and stood naked from the waist down in front of him. My cunt and thighs were extremely wet and glistened in the light. Robert was aghast! He immediately thought I had been fucked by someone and his rage made him shake. He demanded to know who had fucked me but I just continued to ignore him and took off my shirt. I had also been playing with my breasts and nipples on the way home and they were red and aroused and he obviously thought I had just had sex with someone. He was furious! I walked slowly to the shower and leisurely washed myself making sure Robert could see how I was carefully washing my cunt making out it was very sore!

For the next few days I totally ignored him sexually and although he begged me to let him fuck me I just refused! When he came home that night he told me he had to travel away on his first assignment as manager and asked if I would like to come with him on the trip but I just laughed and told him it would be a waste of time! Robert knew he had hurt me badly and decided the only way to get back with me would be to wait until I was ready to forgive him!

At last he left on his business trip. He implored me to forgive him before he left but I just ignored his requests. As he was leaving he told me he would ring me each night about 7.30 to see that I was alright and then he left.

Once he was gone on his early morning flight I almost decided to return to bed but made up my mind to have a shower first and then could go back and have a sleep. I had just stepped out of the shower and dried myself when the doorbell rang. I slipped a dressing gown over my naked body and crept to the front door. I could look out of the glass near the door and was amazed to see Patrick standing there! I opened the door and he stepped inside bringing with him a small suitcase. He moved over to me, hugged and kissed me and told me he would make me the happiest woman in the world over the next few days!

I wouldn't be exaggerating to say he was fucking me within 5 minutes of the doorbell ringing! He had pulled my dressing gown off, kissed and caressed me and carried me into the bedroom. He pushed me down on the bed, spread my legs and without any foreplay had just thrust his very hard cock deep into my cunt! He fucked me and I had to admit I had never been so excited as at that moment. I responded to his fucking and we came together. We simply rolled apart and stayed on the bed until his cock began to harden again. For the second time within a half hour, I was fucked again! I was beginning to like the way he was fucking me and I had absolutely no conscience about fucking another man!

Patrick was almost a fucking machine! He fucked me 6 times before our evening meal! Although I felt exhausted I couldn't believe how exhilarated I felt! I told him Robert would be ringing me at 7.30pm and he smiled at me and told me he had a wonderful plan for that time! We ate our meal enjoying each other's company. We had been naked all day and he hardly ever stopped playing with some part of my body! When the time got near 7.30, Patrick told me he wanted me to answer the telephone at 7.30 and to talk naturally to Robert not letting him know Patrick was there. I was still naked when the telephone rang at precisely at 7.30pm! When I walked over to answer it Patrick was just behind me. While I was talking to Robert, Patrick bent me over the telephone table and quickly pushed his very hard cock straight into my cunt! I was actually being fucked by another man while I talked to my husband! Patrick fucked me hard and I had a great deal of difficulty trying to talk naturally to Robert. Fortunately just as Patrick shot his load deep into my cunt and I came at the same time, Robert was telling me about his work and I didn't have to speak for several minutes! In this time I was able to recover myself and then talk more naturally as I calmed down! Robert didn't even ask what was going on although I am sure he must have wondered as there was some noise as Patrick was shoving his cock into me so violently that it rattled the table! Robert told me he loved me and I just grunted and then hung up! I turned around to face Patrick and told him he was a proper bastard to do that to me while I was talking to Robert but he just grinned and said we would do that again every night when Robert rang me!

Over the next few days until Robert returned, Patrick and I fucked like a pair of rabbits. The only reason we weren't fucking all the time was that Patrick needed some time to get his cock hard again. We were fucking like a newly married couple on their honeymoon. Certainly Patrick and I had fucked much more often in that week than Robert and I had done in the first month of our marriage! Strangely I didn't have any conscience about what we were doing. I now hated Robert for what he had made me do but deep down I knew I loved him and would take him back when he returned.

Every evening when Robert rang, Patrick would be fucking me while I talked to him. A couple of times I thought we had been found out but Robert just thought it was a bad connection and carried on talking. When Patrick made me cum I had to place my hand over the phone to stop Robert hearing me scream! 

Because Patrick was living at my home we were fucking at night too. Neither of us had to go to work and I had plenty of provisions so we didn't need to leave the house. We remained naked the whole week and fucked as often as we possibly could. I had become a real cum slut and delighted in showing Patrick how I had looked when I had returned home from my first fucking with all the cum running down my legs. Patrick had an enormous capacity to pour heaps of cum into me when we fucked. He never seemed to diminish his supply of cum even when we fucked several times without waiting for him to recover his supply. Of course I sucked him quite a number of times and enjoyed swallowing his cum too.

We played games, sex games, which I had never played before not with anyone. Patrick really expanded my knowledge of sex in a short time. He asked me if anyone had dropped cum into my mouth from a height? I didn't know what the meant so he demonstrated. He laid me on my back and began fucking me. When he was nearly there he jumped up and stood above my head with a foot on either side. He then instructed me to open my mouth as wide as possible while he jerked his cock until he came. He held his cock, pointing down, slowly stroking it until his cum began to come out of the end. He then maneuvered himself until he was directly above my mouth and started to drip his cum straight into my open mouth. His aim was incredible and every drop landed in my mouth and again I have to say he cums heaps. It is an incredible sensation when the drops of cum hit the back of your mouth and throat and sort of bounce down your throat! Having just been fucked and terribly excited he made me cum just by dripping his cum into my mouth! I really loved this game.

Patrick also asked me if I had been fucked in the asshole. I told him Robert hadn't wanted to try that but several of my lovers before I was married had tried but just couldn't get their cocks into my terribly tight hole. Patrick said we would soon fix that. He found a large tube of KY in his case and came back to the bed. He told me to get 3 pillows and to place them under my hips and to lie on the bed with my behind elevated. Because of the regular fucking my cunt and asshole were quite wet and Patrick attempted to insert his finger in my asshole but it was close tight. He then suggested I evacuate my bowels and return to the bed and we would try again. When I returned I assumed the same position and again he played around with my asshole but it was still tight and he only managed a little bit of his finger inside me. He then lubricated his finger with a lot of KY and tried again. This time he was successful and his whole finger entered my asshole. It felt strangely nice and I wanted him to continue. He then wriggled his finger around and told me to relax. Then he was able to insert a second finger and later a third without much difficulty. Next he removed his fingers and tipped some of the KY into my hole. My hole remained open from his fingers and I could feel the cold jell sliding down into my bowels. Next he gathered my vibrator from the table and handed it to me. He told me to use that in my cunt if I needed more sensations. Next he upended the KY tube and squeezed it hard squirting most of the tube contents right into my asshole! I could feel it sliding down into my body and the sensation was wonderful. Then he poured some of what was left onto his very hard cock and placed it at my opening. Gently he eased his cock into my asshole! It slipped in so easily I hardly felt it at all but the sensations began to build up and I had an orgasm almost straight away. Patrick fucked my asshole for about 10 minutes - he probably could have held on longer - and then he came right into my bowels. The sensation of his hot sperm shooting in jets right into my body was wonderful. I had already cum, I think, 7 times while he was fucking my asshole but the last, when he shot his load, surpassed all others! I had now really been fucked in the arse and loved every minute of it. Patrick was very turned on watching his cum and the KY dripping out of my asshole after he made me stand up. Fortunately he made me stand up in the bathroom and the rubbish dripped into the shower recess and was easily washed away. Arse fucking is really a great experience and we did that again several times before he left - each time with less KY and more excitement. Eventually I learned to relax enough to allow his cock to enter my asshole without lubrication - only from previously being dipped into my very wet cunt - that was enough lubrication!

Another of Patrick's tricks was to have me lie on my back while he fucked me and then just before he came he pulled out and gently pumped his cum into my navel! I have a very deep navel and it has always fascinated anyone who has looked at it. I am not fat but I have this deep belly button. Amazingly his cum would fill my navel to the brim. He would then dip his finger in my belly button and scoop up a finger full of cum which he transferred to my waiting mouth. It took a long time before he emptied my navel and I had eaten all of his cum but we both enjoyed the whole sensation. My only comment is that cold cum doesn't taste as nice as warm or hot cum!

At last it was time for Robert to return home. I said goodbye to Patrick, somewhat reluctantly, because I had really loved all the attention he had showered on me. I also loved the constant fucking he was able to provide. Although I had been fucked so much, my cunt wasn't really sore. He was rather a good lover and managed to fuck me with gentle strokes thereby saving me from much soreness which would have been likely with anyone else.

Patrick told me he wouldn't trouble me any further - I had been a wonderful manager's wife and he respected me a great deal. He added, with a sly smile, he hoped Robert would seek more promotion in the future. I could see he would be wanting to fuck me more and more if that was the case.

Robert returned home and I was freshly showered and had applied perfume to my body ready for him to fuck me! I was naked when he walked through the front door and I stood there with my arms outstretched waiting for him to take me in his arms. I was so used to being naked in my house over the last week it just felt natural to be naked in front of Robert. He quickly removed his clothes and carried me to our bed. 

He fucked me as hard and as long as he possibly could and kept telling me he loved me and was very sorry he had allowed Patrick to fuck me but felt it was necessary for his promotion. I told him I forgave him and he had better shut up and fuck me again or I would find someone else to do that! It really shook him up when I said that but I didn't want to let him forget what he had done to me! Sex life with Robert has just about returned to normal now but I do wish he had a much longer cock like Patrick - it is amazing just how quickly one takes a liking to a longer cock. I guess I will have to settle for Robert and his smaller cock now! It sure was fun while it lasted! I wonder if Robert will apply for more promotion later on!



I Got Myself a Cum Slut Pt. 01



This is the 1st in a short story series and thanks to help from shygirlwhore with ediditng.

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My name is Andy and I have been married for 25 years and I am 48 years old. I consider myself straight but recently I have been wondering what it would be like for another man to play with my cock, I am sexually adventurous and think I am open to most things and the idea of having a man doing exactly as I say really turns me on. 

So to start my adventure I placed an ad on craigslist and soon found myself filtering through about 20 replies, once I had discounted the weird responses I had 5 possible candidates.

One guy called Paul stood out as a married guy who wanted to try wanking and maybe sucking another man's cock.

I messaged Paul and we seemed to hit it off with the emails we exchanged, so we arranged to meet.

In the emails Paul seemed a bit submissive, so I told him what I expected when we met and he readily agreed.

The day of our meeting came and as I got into my car my hands trembled with excitement and nervousness as I put the key in the ignition. As I drove towards our rendezvous, my cock was rock hard in anticipation of what was coming.

I pulled up behind the blue Mazda and gave a quick flash of the lights.

The car door opened and out he got, he looked like any other bloke on the street and he had a kind of nervous smile.

He walked up to my car and got in the passenger seat, "Hi I'm Andy," I said "and I'm assuming your Paul."

"Yup that's me. Hi mate." 

We had already discussed how this was going to happen so I pulled out into traffic and said "Well come on, have a feel see if you like?"

Paul reached over and pushed his hand down my joggers and took hold of my cock, I let out a small sigh as another man touched my cock for the 1st time.

As he slowly fondled me I glanced at him and said "So how does it feel? Are you wanting to go through with this?" 

"Feels just as I imagined," Paul replied "Yes, I definitely want to go through with this."

So as Paul continued to play with my cock, I drove to a quiet area, I had found, to park. 

As soon as I parked I unfastened my seat belt and pushed my chair back, I lowered my joggers exposing my rock hard cock, "Well go on then, it's all yours." I said.

Paul immediately started wanking my cock with a steady slow stroke, while playing with my balls with his other hand.

After a few minutes a few drops of pre cum emerged from my tip, "That's what you have been waiting for so come on taste me?" I said, Paul leaned over and tentatively licked the tip of my cock, tasting my juices.

He continued licking my cock when I put my hand on his head and guided him down on to my cock; he took me in his mouth and slowly started to suck me.

"That's good." I moaned as he started to increase his speed. 

He sucked me for a good few minutes, when I pulled his head up off my cock and looked at him and said "I know you are unsure about me cumming in your mouth but it's my decision and I say you get to taste my cum." I pushed him back to my cock.

He let out a small moan and resumed his oral assault on my cock. 

He was bobbing his head up and down when that familiar feeling started; I grabbed his head "Slowly." 

I said as my cock erupted shooting what seemed like a gallon of cum into his mouth. He kept me in his mouth as my cum slowed down, "Now swallow." I said and without even pausing he swallowed my seed, he eased my cock out of his mouth and gave me a few last licks before I pulled up my joggers.

"Show me your cock?" I asked, he pulled his pants down and I could see the sticky mess and deflated cock, he had cum just from sucking me.

I drove him back to his car and as he got out I said "Text me if you want more. If you do I'm in control and you will do as I say, but I guarantee you will enjoy it."

As I drove away I knew he would text and I already had plans for the next time.



I Got Myself a Cum Slut Pt. 02



After my encounter with Paul I drove back home and as I was walking into my house my phone bleeped with an incoming message, I looked at my phone and noted the text was from Paul, "That was quick." I muttered to myself.

I opened the text and read "Andy I really enjoyed sucking your cock and tasting your cum. Can't wait to do it again." 

I smiled to myself as I typed out my reply "Hi Paul. So you want more of my cock? Tomorrow night 6pm at my place but remember what I said I'm in control and you do as I say. Reply with one word yes or no." 

I put my phone down and grabbed a beer from the fridge and before I even opened it my phone bleeped again, message from Paul "Yes." smiling I text back my address and continued drinking my beer my cock stirring at what I had planned for tomorrow.

18:58- there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and there stood Paul looking nervous. 

"Come in," I said. "Follow me." I led Paul upstairs and in to my walk in wet room. 

"Strip." I said as I shed my clothes and moved in the shower area, as I turned the water on Paul shed his clothes and joined me.

I reached for some soap and started to wash Paul's body, I started washing his chest moving my hands up and down his torso getting ever closer to his now rock hard cock, I bypassed his cock and moved down washing his legs, I then told him to turn round and started washing his back, I moved my soapy hands down over his behind letting my fingers brush between his cheeks pausing briefly over his anus, this brought a small gasp from Paul.

I then moved my hands round to his front and grasped his cock with my slippery hands giving him a slow soapy wank.

Paul was now moaning and thrusting his cock into my hands. I took my hands off him and he started begging me to let him cum so I took him back into my hands again and began pumping his cock up and down, alternating from really slow to furiously fast, until Paul started shaking and gasping, I wanked his cock as slow as possible until Paul let out a groan and his cock spurted his cum in huge spurts, I continued stroking him for a few minutes until he got his breath back and calmed down.

"Now wash me." I said, Paul then copied the treatment I gave him, lingering on my bum rubbing his finger over my opening for a few seconds.

When he moved to my cock I let him wash me for a minute until I said

"Enough lets dry off and move to the bedroom."

I told Paul to lay on the bed on his back with his head near the bottom of the bed, he laid down and I leaned over him and grasped his cock again letting my cock and balls dangle over his face, I lowered my balls over his mouth and Paul eagerly ran his tongue over them sending a shiver down to my cock. As Paul caressed my balls with his tongue I stroked his erect cock again and gently massaged his balls.

My cock was now leaking precum so I rubbed my cock over Paul's mouth, "Lick me." I said. Rubbing the end of my dripping cock on his tongue.

I pushed my cock deeper into his mouth and he started to suck me, I stopped paying with Paul's cock so I could concentrate on the pleasure he was giving me. I didn't want to cum just yet so I slid my cock out of his mouth and once again moved my balls over his mouth for some attention.

Paul is now moaning as he attacks my balls with his tongue so I move forward slightly moving my anus towards his mouth. Paul doesn't miss a beat and his tongue probes my opening, licking on the edges before slipping in slightly causing me to gasp.

Paul is now pushing his tongue inside me and I start to wank my cock which feels like it's going to explode. I start to feel my cum rising so I move back and pump my cock until my cum erupts all over Paul's face and mouth. Paul lets out a gasp and his cock starts twitching and shoots out another load of cum, I rub my cock over Paul's face using it to push all my cum into his mouth which he eagerly devours, I lean over him and scoop his cum up with my fingers and rub it on my cock before again pushing it into his mouth.

I suck my fingers tasting cum for the 1st time, "Not too bad." I think to myself.

Paul lays there with a smile "Wow I enjoyed that, I like giving up control can,we carry on doing this?" 

"We've only just started. I have plans for you and if you trust me I will take you to pleasure so good you will be addicted to it." 

I let Paul shower and dress as I lay on the bed, I got up as he came into the room, "Before you, go kneel and put your hands behind your back." Paul knelt and I pushed my soft cock into his mouth and started to slowly slide it in and out, my cock started to harden and I held his head and started fucking his mouth occasionally causing him to gag as I pushed in too deep. 

"That's something you will have to work on," I said. "But for today this will do." I felt that familiar tingle and held his head steady as I pumped my load into his mouth, Paul swallowed and just a dribble escaped, but I soon pushed it into his mouth with my softening cock.

I walked him to the door "I will be in touch." I said closing the door as he left.



I Got Myself a Cum Slut Pt. 03



This is the 3rd part in a short story series and thanks to help from shygirlwhore with editing.

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After Paul left, I got myself a beer and went back to my shower, as I stood under the water drinking my beer I thought about Paul and my plans for him.

I was amazed at how easily I had taken to this new situation and how much I enjoyed controlling another man and getting my cock sucked by him.

My wife was away for the next 2 weeks and I intended to use the time wisely, by having my cum slut as much as possible. 

Thinking about Paul sucking my cock and eating my cum soon had my cock growing, and as I stroked myself I was soon at my full 7 inches, but after a few minutes I decided to stop so that I could save my cum for tomorrow and Paul's eager mouth.

I got out of the shower and took a picture of my hard cock with my phone.

I sent the picture to Paul and then another text saying "12.30 tomorrow come to my place for your lunch."

Almost immediately I got a reply from Paul "I can't do that I will be at work tomorrow."

I looked at the reply and decided to see how much control I had over Paul so I didn't reply to his message.

It took about 20 minutes and then my phone pinged, another message from Paul "Did you get my last message? I can't make tomorrow I will be at work."

I thought about my reply and text back "That's fine, I will find myself another slut to eat my cum."

After 10 minutes or so a reply came back "No, don't do that, I will be there."

I didn't reply and decided to turn in for the night as I had a busy day planned tomorrow.

12:25 the next day there was a knock at the door, I opened it and there stood Paul.

"I told work I had a dentist appointment, I should be ok for the afternoon." Paul said as he walked into the house.

"Kneel," I told Paul as I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock, "you know what to do," I said.

Paul took hold of my cock and leaned forward and took my cock straight into his mouth, "Mmmmm," he mumbled as he started bobbing his head up and down on my cock.

"That's good," I groaned, I held Paul's head and started to fuck his mouth with slow steady strokes.

"Time to start your training," I said as I started to go deeper, causing Paul to gag on my cock as it touched the opening to his throat. "Breathe through your nose and relax," I said as I started to push even deeper.

Paul throat seemed to open up and suddenly my cock slipped in, I held it there for a few seconds and slid out, then paused again before sliding back in.

This continued for about 10 minutes and Paul seemed to be getting used to my cock in his throat, My god, this is fantastic I thought as I fucked my cock in and out of his throat. I pushed in and soon I was all the way in and my balls were pressing against Paul's chin.

I held my cock there for a few seconds and as I pulled out of Pauls mouth he let out a gasp, I stood there with my cock covered in Pauls saliva when he leaned forward and started fucking my cock with his mouth and throat, we were both moaning now and as I felt my cum starting to rise I pulled my cock out "Not yet," I said "You need to earn it."

"Upstairs, strip and shower." I said.

Paul went upstairs removing his clothes as he made his way to the shower room.

Paul stood under the shower stroking his already hard 6 inch cock looking hungrily towards me as I removed my boxers and joined him.

I moved his hand off his cock, "This is mine," I said. "I will tell you when you can touch it and when you can cum."

"Yes, anything you say." Paul replied.

I took the soap and started to wash Paul, once again concentrating on his cock and balls.

"Now there's something I want to try." I said as I knelt down and took Paul's cock in my hand. I started to slowly stroke his cock and Paul started to groan and let out a gasp as I moved forward and took the head of his now hard cock in my mouth.

Not bad,I thought as I sucked Paul's cock, it was hard but spongy at the same time. 

I continued sucking his cock, bobbing up and down on his length and pausing now and again to suck the end. Paul was moaning now and I could taste his pre cum leaking into my mouth.

I was tempted to take Paul's cum in my mouth but I had other plans for his load, so I pulled my mouth off his cock and stood up, "Now wash me," I said to a very frustrated Paul.

Paul started soaping my body and very soon was soaping my cock and balls and running one hand over my behind making sure his soapy finger paused over my opening.

He knelt down and once again my cock was pumping in and out of his mouth, Paul continued caressing my opening and slipped a soapy finger inside me working it and out, "Mmm, that's nice," I said as I held Paul's head and started to fuck his mouth.

Paul's searching finger found my prostate and he started rubbing over it giving me a pleasure I have never felt before.

"Jesus," I groaned. "Keep doing that," my cock was now leaking pre cum in a steady trickle and I slid my cock out so just the head was in Paul's mouth. Paul's finger was now pressing and rubbing my prostate with ever increasing pressure and with a big groan my cock started to shoot cum into his eager mouth.

"Oh God!" I groaned as I pulled my softening cock out of his mouth, Paul looked up at me as he swallowed my cum with a little murmur of appreciation.

"Bed now," I said. Paul moved to the bedroom and without bothering to dry off I pushed Paul on to his back on the bed, Pauls cock looked like it was ready to explode.

I grabbed his cock and started pumping it in a slow up and down motion, Paul started moaning and begging "Please, please." 

"Shall I stop?" I asked, pausing my pumping.

"No please, no." Paul said pushing his hips up trying to move his cock in my hand.

I started pumping his cock again but this time I went at a furious pace and after only 20 seconds or so Paul moaned"I'm cumming."

I immediately slowed my pumping to an agonisingly slow pace and Paul groaned as his cock stared to spurt a massive amount of cum into my waiting hand, I slowly pumped his cock until the flow of cum trailed off.

Paul looked at me "That was amazing, "he said.

"We are not finished yet." I replied.

"Have you ever tasted your own cum?" I asked.

Paul nodded, "Yes."

"Good," I replied.

I pushed my cock into my hand which held Paul's cum and massaged it all over it, I moved onto the bed and sat astride Pauls chest and pushed my cum covered cock towards his mouth.

I rubbed my cock over Pauls lips before pushing myself inside his mouth, "Mmmm, clean that cock." I said, as Paul hungrily sucked my cock clean of his own cum.

"Good boy," I said as my cock grew to its full 7 inches. I turned around and with my cock still in Paul's mouth I leaned over and took his soft cock which still had some of his cum on it into my mouth and started to suck it.

Pauls cum didn't taste unpleasant and sucking his cock when soft was different to sucking it when it was hard. Paul's cock soon started to harden due to my efforts and feeling his cock grow in my mouth was something I really enjoyed and I decided now that I've tasted his cum, why not feel his cock blow in my mouth.

Paul was busy sucking my cock and soon moved down to my balls and sucked and licked them wanking me at the same time, I edged forward a bit and soon Pauls tongue was flicking round my opening.

"That's nice," I groaned and pushed myself down urging Pauls tongue inside me.

Paul's was moaning and pushing his tongue in and out like a mini cock and I was starting to struggle with my control.

Pauls moaning intensified and I felt his cock start to swell and suddenly he gasped and his cock was spurting his cum into my mouth, despite having cum not long before there seemed to be a decent amount. I thought what the hell and swallowed the lot down. 

Paul's cock slid out of my mouth as I sat up over his head and started to pump my cock in and out of his mouth.Paul continued to tongue my opening, as I reached my climax I moved back and aimed my spurting cum all over his face.

"Fuck," I groaned as I moved off Paul and collapsed on the bed.

"That was bloody great," Paul said wiping the cum off his face with his fingers and sucking them clean, "God I love the taste of your cum."

"Yours isn't too bad either," I replied "But don't get used to me eating your cum, that was a treat and you have to earn treats."

"Don't worry I will," Paul replied.

To be continued.



I Got Needs



"Don't forget: be here in my classroom by 5:30 tonight," Suzanne yelled over the commotion of her students packing up their belongings as the dismissal bell rang. Suzanne's school band was having a concert that night, and she had prepared them as best she could beforehand. Now it was up to them to shine.

Suzanne was relatively young to be teaching high school--27. She had been teaching for about five years now, and started right out of college. But she had pretty good control of the kids, and since they were all musicians, they all wanted to be there, which really helped.

Jose walked up to her after all the others had left. "Mrs. Baines," he smiled as his voice was very low, "Sorry about what happened before school today. I don't know what I was thinking." He was referring to the meeting they had earlier that morning, at which he made a pass at her. He actually planted his lips on hers before she pushed him away with a shocked look on her face. At that, he immediately walked out. Now here he was, apologizing. "I accept your apology, Jose. Please understand that I am a married woman with two children and don't want to do anything to jeopardize my family. Besides the fact that it is very inappropriate for us to have any type of relationship like that." He shook her hand and said, "I understand. It'll never happen again." As Jose walked out of her room, Suzanne took a deep breath. Jose certainly was one of the most handsome students in her band, and she was definitely flattered that he was obviously attracted to her. But she knew that there was no way she was going to become a local news story! She packed up her things to get herself home in time to eat, kiss the family, and dress up for the evening. Just as she slung her purse over her shoulder and turned off her adjacent office's light, there was a call on the intercom from Mr. Jefferson, the school principal. "Mrs. Baines, could you come to the office?" She pushed the Reply button and said, "Yes, I'll be there in a minute." While her mind went through the reasons Mr. Jefferson might want to speak with her, she locked her classroom door and made the cross-campus trek to the main office.

Randy "Bull" Jefferson was a tall, broad-shouldered black man, about twenty years Suzanne's senior. He was known for being "gruff" and stern, rarely smiling, and the teachers all wanted to stay out of his radar range.

When she arrived, Mr. Jefferson was talking lightly to his secretary. "Ah, Mrs. Baines. Thanks for coming in! Step on in to my office." He followed her and closed the door behind him. "Have a seat," he said as he gestured to one of the leather chairs sitting in front of his gorgeous desk. He had a very comfortable office, with matching furniture: burgundy leather desk chair, two guest chairs, and couch. 

"So, we ready for this concert tonight?" he began.

"Yes, I think so," she replied.

"Good. I'm going to be there tonight," he said.

This didn't surprised Suzanne, as he had been to nearly every concert all year. "Wow, that's great. Thanks for supporting us. I'll be sure to introduce you at the beginning of the concert."

"Great. I'll look forward to that," he said matter-of-factly. Then he paused for effect, making Suzanne a little uncomfortable. Then he picked up a manila envelope and removed what appeared to be photographs from it. He turned one of them around so she could see the image. "Recognize this?"

The blood drained from Suzanne's face and her heart began to race as she looked at the picture. It was a photo of Jose kissing her from that morning, evidently from a security camera.

"M-Mr. Jefferson, I can explain—" she began, but Mr. Jefferson interrupted her.

"I'm sure you can, Mrs. Baines," he said, emphasizing the "Mrs." "But no matter what possible explanation you can come up with, these photographs are very incriminating," he continued.

"B-but you have to understand, I did not kiss him!" she stammered.

"Nevertheless," Mr. Jefferson calmly responded, "the boy felt comfortable enough with whatever relationship you do have to kiss you. That's still damning."

Suzanne didn't know what to say. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she looked away from the photograph, at a wall of the office. "Bull" Jefferson, as he was known, let that thought linger for a few moments.

"Now, I can see you're upset, Suzanne," he said gently. "Let me tell you, I can understand the circumstance. But if these photos were to get into the wrong hands..." He then let that awful thought linger.

"Tell you what I'm gonna do for you. Do you like your job here?" he asked.

Sniffling, she shook her head "yes."

"Do you like being a teacher? Do you want to stay on here?"

She sniffled again, this time saying a shaky, "Yes."

"OK, then here's what's gonna happen." He paused again.

"Suzanne, I got needs. You've met my wife Sharlene. She's just getting old, flabby, and I'm no longer attracted to her. We haven't been..." he searched in his head for the right word—"intimate, as you might say, in over a year. Mostly, that's my doing. I don't want to do it with her."

Suzanne couldn't believe what she was hearing. What did this have to do with anything?

"But Suzanne, I've had my eye on you since we first met at the interview. You are beautiful, and I've wanted to get to know you better for the past few years now," he said as he looked her up and down.

Now Suzanne was getting it. It was blackmail. What was she going to do? She was completely stuck! If she reported him, he'd release the photos. If she went along with the blackmail, she would be committing adultery.

But as she weighed the problems on either side, she realized that she was not prepared to deal with a public shaming, not to mention what it would do to her marriage! Was it possible to do it for a short time, keeping it a secret?

Before she could decide, Bull spoke again. "So...I'm going to come to your concert tonight. You're going to be dressed and made up as pretty as can be. And after all the kids get picked up, you're going to accompany me back to this office, and we're going to get to know each other a little bit better. Deal?"

Again, Suzanne didn't know what else to say. After a few moments, and while just staring at him blankly, she finally shook her head "yes" and looked down at the floor.

Bull smiled and said as he stood, "Great! Thank you so much, Mrs. Baines! I'll see you tonight!" Suzanne let herself out the door without saying anything else.

As Suzanne was getting ready at home, she had hardly said two words to her husband. Tom was a loving man, though Suzanne would get frustrated by his feelings of inadequacy in the sex department. First of all, he wanted it much more than she did, but secondly, he felt his small penis was the issue. She didn't know how to get it through to him that that wasn't it—she didn't care about his penis size! She just wasn't that interested in sex, period.

Tom came upstairs while she was getting out of the bathtub. She had cleaned herself extra, and shaved her pubic hair to have a clean appearance. She left a small puff of hair on top. She had also done her makeup in the tub. "Hey, I like what I see!" Tom exclaimed as he walked into the master bathroom.

Suzanne just grimaced at his remark, as if to say, "What else is new?" 

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm just nervous about tonight, that's all," she said.

She reached into her underwear drawer and pulled out a small, black satin pair of panties. If she was going to go through with this, she wanted to feel as sexy as possible.

"Wow," Tom said as she slid the panties on. "You look really hot tonight! Any chance of a rendezvous with me when you get home?" he teased.

She couldn't believe the irony of the question. "I don't think so," she finally said. "I expect to stay a little later after the concert tonight. I...have some practice sheets to grade."

"Hm. Okay, honey. Just save some for me!" Tom joked. Again, Suzanne could not believe the irony. She just grimaced again and reached for her slinky black dress in her closet and slid it over her head. She slipped her feet into black high heels and walked over to the hot curling iron sitting on the bathroom counter to put the finishing touches on her long, brown hair.

Suzanne looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom wall. She noticed that she was slowly gaining weight over the years, and had hips and a butt that was a little bigger than she liked. At the same time, her breasts were not as large as she would like them to be. They were perfect "handfuls," as her husband would sometimes say to her. She wondered what on earth Mr. Jefferson was seeing in her. Then the stereotype hit her, and she was actually a little amused by it: She had heard some of her black students talk about the girls on campus who had larger behinds, and their attraction to that. Perhaps Mr. Jefferson liked larger rumps as well, she thought to herself. She was actually feeling a little flattered now, instead of just pure disgust. But that made her feel guilty, so she just shook the whole thought out of her head as she sprayed a couple puffs of her best perfume on herself.

As she was leaving her house, Suzanne stopped to kiss her young children and walked past her husband towards the garage. "Hey, what about Daddy?" he asked sarcastically. She turned around and pecked him on the lips quickly, then turned to walk into the garage as she said, "Go ahead and put the kids to bed and I'll see you whenever I get home. I'll call you." Then she climbed into her car and drove away.

While she made the short drive to her school, she thought about her family that she loved, and was glad they had no clue what she was about to do tonight. Then she began to feel nervous about the ordeal all over again.

Once Suzanne got to the school, it was easy to forget about the situation. She had responsibilities. She met her students in her classroom as they arrived, and had them run through some of the tougher pieces. Then she lined them up to take them to the auditorium for the concert.

Moments before going on stage to start the concert, she made eye contact with Mr. Jefferson, who was sitting right in the front row with a big smile on his face. He nodded at her as he continued smiling. She made a quick, closed-mouth smile and looked away from him as she walked up the stairs to the stage. The audience began to applaud and she smiled warmly and bowed, acknowledging their praise.

"Thank you all for coming tonight. We have a wonderful night ahead of us. But before we begin, I'd like to recognize our principal, Mr. Bull Jefferson, who graciously joins us this evening," and she gestured his direction while the audience again applauded. Mr. Jefferson stood, turned around, and waved at the audience.

Then Suzanne turned around and began conducting the band. Mr. Jefferson couldn't help but appreciate the view of her round loaves under her slinky black dress. He licked his lips as he imagined seeing them unobstructed later on. He imagined what he was going to do with them in his hands, and hopefully around his face. An erection began forming under his pants, and he smiled at the thought that he was glad to be sitting. He folded his hands over his lap and enjoyed the show.

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After the concert, in her classroom, Suzanne helped the students put their instruments away. Bull entered the classroom and walked over to Suzanne, whose back was once again to him. She was bending over to pick up an instrument case, and once again, he took in the view. Blood began pumping down to his nether-regions once more, and he had to lace his fingers in front of his crotch to hide the bulge. He approached Suzanne and waited for her to stand upright again. Jose saw him and said loudly, "Hi, Mr. Jefferson! Thanks for coming tonight!" Bull smiled and quickly waved. Suzanne then knew of his presence and turned around to see him. 

"Oh. H-hi there," she stammered.

"Hey," he replied. "Great show, Suzanne. You really are talented."

She looked at the floor. "Th-thanks. Thanks for coming," she said, hoping he would tell her she was off the hook.

Bull knew what she was hoping for, but would not give in. He leaned down to her right ear and whispered, "Once the kids are all gone, just come on down to the office. I'll be waiting." Then he smiled and walked out of the room.

Once again, her heart began to race at the thought of what she was going to have to endure later. A student approached her to ask her a question, and she snapped back into teacher mode.

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After the last student left the classroom—ironically, it was Jose—she took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. She then locked her classroom and went to the restroom down the hall to clean herself up one last time before giving that part of herself to another man. She had never done that before her marriage, nor since.

Making the long walk across campus was grueling. It was cold and a little windy, and she kept her eyes on the ground with her arms folded tightly to keep herself warm. She couldn't think of anything but what was about to happen. She tried to picture how it would go, but had no idea what to expect.

Finally, she arrived at the main office. All the lights were off, but the door was unlocked. She could see Bull's office lights on, however. She could hear slow jazz music playing inside his office. She slowly walked over to Bull's open office and peered inside. He was sitting at his desk, finishing pouring a second glass of champagne. "Ah, Suzanne. I thought that was you. Come on in!" he smiled.

Meekly, she crossed the threshold of his office. He stood and approached her and hugged her. She did not hug him back. "I'll be right back. Go ahead and have a seat, make yourself comfortable, and take a glass."

Suzanne didn't normally drink. She didn't really like the taste of alcohol in the first place. But in this case, she figured that perhaps a couple glasses of champagne might take the edge off of her nerves.

Bull left the office briefly, and a moment later she could hear his keys jingling as he locked the front office door. He returned to his office and closed his own office door, locking it behind him as well. Suzanne could hear all of this happening behind her, and it made her jittery all over again. She took another sip of champagne.

"Here, let me help you take that coat off," Bull said gently behind her.

She stood and began to take it off herself, but Bull insisted on helping her. He placed it on the couch behind them. She sat again, and continued sipping the champagne. Then she felt him begin to massage her shoulders. They were definitely tense, and they tensed even tighter at his initial touch. 

"It's okay," he breathed. "Calm down and relax." He kneaded her shoulders and back strongly, and it did begin to relax her a little. She could feel him move her long brown hair over one of her shoulders, and then she felt him start to kiss her neck. Her heart started pounding, but she made no resistance. His warm, moist tongue began to lick at her neck, as he alternated between kisses and licks along her neck and shoulders. She bent her head forward as he continued, all the while him still massaging her back.

Then, slowly and ever so gently, she could feel her back zipper being pulled and her dress opening up. She just closed her eyes and imagined it was Brad Pitt doing this to her. She was still very nervous.

Once her dress was nearly completely unzipped, he whispered huskily to her, "Stand up." She obeyed.

As she stood, she felt the last part of her zipper be pulled down, and Bull eased the straps off of her shoulders. The dress fell to the floor, and she was nearly naked. All she was wearing was a black bra and those snug, black satin panties, and her black high heels.

Suzanne then felt Bull undo her bra. "This is it," she thought to herself. It was really going to happen. He removed her bra, but did not make her turn around to face him. He then reached around under her arms and began to gently massage her naked breasts. His hands were warm, thankfully, and her nipples began to harden at his touch. As he fondled her, he continued kissing and licking her neck, shoulders, and back.

Eventually, Bull began to lick and kiss his way down her back. "Mm," he admired. "You sure do smell good!"

She didn't know whether she should respond or not. She decided not to.

Suzanne could feel Bull getting lower, and knew he must be kneeling at this point. She braced herself for his eventual transition to her most private areas.

Sure enough, he began touching her butt, still covered by her black panties. "Wow," he commented. "So beautiful. So fine," he said as he lightly ran his fingers over her silky underwear. He then began to squeeze and knead her buttocks, causing her panties to go up the crack. She hated thong underwear for that very reason. She surprised herself when she began to pull them down, knowing it would unintentionally speed things along. Bull quickly got the idea and seemed anxious to help her. She stepped each foot out of them while Bull stopped touching her long enough for her to finish the act. It was a little disconcerting for her to not know what he was going to do next.

Bull picked up where he left off, kneading and groping her butt, opening and closing the cheeks. It wasn't very long before he began to alternate his left and right thumbs into her crotch. "You like that?" he asked.

For a moment, she didn't answer. She had hoped she could get through this without saying a word. The awkward silence won out. "It's okay," she finally replied.

"Spread your legs just a little," he gently ordered.

She complied. He began to put his right thumb into her vulva, while a second later she could feel his hot breath on her butt. Now her body was beginning to react. She closed her eyes once again, and started to enjoy the sensations welling up within her. She started to feel guilty, but quickly told herself that this was her body's normal, physical reaction to the stimulus. Nevertheless, her own juices began to secrete at his touch.

The next thing she felt was Bull kissing her butt cheeks, still rubbing his thumb in and out of her slit. Her heart began to beat faster, as did her breathing.

Then he stopped. "What is he doing now," she wondered to herself. Was that it? Was he going to just go for it now?

In the middle of her thoughts, she heard Bull say, "Bend over the desk, baby."

There were pen holders and his name plate right in her way. She assumed he'd approve of her shoving those aside, and she did. She lowered her upper torso onto his desk. She could feel her tummy, then her breasts, touch the paper-strewn surface.

"Put your leg up on it," he then said. She put her right leg, knee bent, up onto the desk, now fully exposing her most intimate body parts to his face. Part of her hoped he hated it, so he would never do this again. But another part of her hoped that it did not smell offensive ("I just cleaned myself, for crying out loud," she thought) or was too distasteful so as to not upset him, either.

Then it started. He used both of his hands to spread her buttocks, then he dove in with his face. She could feel his nose press against her anus as his lips and tongue stimulated her vulva and clitoris. This really felt good to her, and she knew that, despite her desire to not engage in this activity, she was indeed going to have an orgasm. The feelings began to intensify as she felt him slide a finger into her vagina. "Mm, yeah," Bull said between licks. "This pussy tastes good!" That was a bit of a relief for Suzanne. She then re-focused on what was going on in her crotch area.

About three minutes later, she was gripping the sides of the desk, breathing in and out heavily and vocally through her mouth, and her muscles began to tense. Bull's licking intensified as he sensed her nearing climax, and he pushed two fingers deep inside her love hole. That pushed her over the top in less than a second! "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried quietly as the spasms rocked her body.