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The Factory

By: usm1carbine



I grew up in a small coastal town in New England. My dad worked the fishing boats and his boat sank and took him with it when I was 12, leaving mom and I to go on alone. Mom took a job at the only local employer that offered benefits, Brighton Cannery. 

She worked long, hard days as I went to school, trying to etch out an existence for us, although meager. Dad didn't have any insurance, so she struggled to pay the mortgage and utilities and provide food. Brighton Cannery was a family empire, with canneries all along the coast, but this was the original one and John Brighton III, grandson of the founder, ran the empire from this one. 

As I grew up, I became aware of myself physically as well as sexually. I was so excited when my breasts began, but hated it when my periods soon followed. I remember standing in front of the bathroom mirror, for what seemed like hours, constantly watching for enlargement in my chest area, feeling and stroking to notice any minute changes. My breasts never really did grow that much, about the size of a large navel orange was the most I ever got and that occurred when I hit 17. Mom worked all the time it seemed, and I pretty much took care of myself. They would even call her back sometimes after she got home, but she needed her job as supervisor, and went without hesitation.

It was a company town, everything was owned wholly or in part by the cannery. With the meager wages, you had no choice except to charge things and they had you because you had to work for them to repay the charges. Mom worried all the time and I sensed it and saw that she began to look slightly older than her 45 years, I wanted to help out. When I turned eighteen, I took a job at the cannery on the production line. Mom was not pleased, but the money helped, so she let it go. "I had bigger plans for you baby," she would tell me and hug me. 

I had worked at the cannery for about 6 months, it was tough getting used to the smell, but you soon adjusted to it. Mr. Brighton sent word that he wanted to see me in his office to discuss my job performance, I was scared to death! I sat outside his office while his secretary told him I was there just looking at the people on the factory floor scurrying around trying to work as fast as they could. 

"Mr. Brighton will see you now," his secretary motioned me in. 

"Hold all calls," he told her as she closed the door. It was a nice big office, well appointed and comfortable looking and he motioned me to sit at the big chair facing his desk. "Kim, is it alright if I call you Kim?" he asked me.

"Sure," was my reply.

"Kim, I called you in to discuss your performance with the company today," and I nervously squirmed in my seat, mom had gotten accustomed to the extra money and I just knew he was going to fire me. "Your performance has been slighly above average and I wanted to talk to you about your career goals, Kim".

My heart was elated. "I hadn't really thought about it Mr. Brighton," I said and he smiled at me. 

As we talked, I felt like I was under a microscope and could feel his eyes burning through my clothes. "It's like this Kim, if you want to continue here...if you want your mother to continue here, then you have to make some important decisions today," his words cut through me, 'what decisions' I thought. He stood up and walked over to the door and I heard it lock, my heart sank. 

"What decisions Mr. Brighton?' I stammered. 

He moved up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and stroked my long brown hair, "The most important decisions, Kim," and his hands slowly moved to my breasts. Everything was running through my mind at once, mom, me, the house, our life. I jumped as he thumbed my nipple and felt it grow erect at his touch, "It's your decision Kim, I will help you and your mom, but you have to help me." My mind was a blank as the words rushed through it, and his fingers continued their gentle assault on my nipples. 

"Mom has been here for 6 years Mr. Brighton, and a supervisor for 2. You can't just fire her!" I exclaimed. 

"But I can Kim, and you too for that matter. Your mom owes my stores over $3000 in credit, she would have to get my money somewhere else. No one in town pays as well as I do." 

My mind desperately searched for a simple way out of this predicament, but couldn't come up with one. My nipples felt so good from his manipulations, and the feeling was beginning to spread throughout my body and especially my pussy. With mom working all the time, it was easy to find my sexuality. Richard had taken my virginity when I was 16 and I had explored my wants with him since then, and now Mr. Brighton was arousing my sexual needs. "No one would know about this, would they?" I shyly asked as his manipulations of my small tits were hitting a peak. 

"Not unless you made it necessary," he told me as he began unbuttoning my shirt. When the buttons were all undone, he pushed my shirt off to either side and his hands roamed over my breasts encased in their white bra, delighting at the hard nipples straining against the fabric. He pushed me forward, and removed my shirt and then unclasped my bra and my hard nipples pushed into the cool air, making them even more erect. His bare hands on my small tits made me cringe, but yet excited me as he gently rolled my nipples between his fingers. 

"Seen bigger tits on a bitch dog," he remarked as he began kneading them with his hands, stretching their flesh as he pulled on them. It hurt, but in a way it felt good, it was hard to understand. He moved in front of me now, and took my head in his hands and kissed me and I just sat there motionless as his tongue pressed against my lips and I slowly allowed it to enter. 

His hands returned to my tits as he fucked my mouth with his tongue, and then one hand traveled to my pants and he tugged to unbuckle them and push the zipper down. He caressed my pubic mound as he fucked my mouth with his tongue and his other hand ravaged my poor tit. He ran his fingers along my snatch and pushed one part way inside me, covered with my panty. 

I let out a little groan as his finger entered me, feeling the slightly rough cotton of my panties against my inner lips. Soon, he pushed the fabric of my panties to the side and reentered with his bare finger and sank it deep, causing me to jump, ramming it even deeper. After a few finger fucks, I could tell the angle was bad and he withdrew and pulled me to my feet and my pants fell at a heap around my ankles. 

"Take them off," he whispered as he gently nibbled on my ear. I pushed my sneakers off and then the pants and he reached down and grabbed the waistband of my panties and pushed them down as his eyes stared at my almost virgin pussy. I stepped out of my panties and he led me around behind his desk and picked me up and sat me on the edge of the desk and sat in his chair. He pushed my legs apart and slowly lowered his face to my pussy and spread the lips with his fingers. 

He blew into my opening and the warm breaths caused me to shudder and then he licked the length of my pussy with his long tongue, swirling it over my clit. He gently pushed me to my back and raised my legs up over his shoulders and I felt his hot tongue enter my pussy and I gasped. His tongue assaulted my pussy relentlessly as my heat began to grow and I know that I greeted his mouth with my fluids as I heard him begin to slurp. Richard hat eaten me, but he was just a kid, this man knew what he was doing and soon an orgasm raced through me as I clamped my legs around his head instinctively and moaned aloud. 

He greedily took my offering and as I relaxed, he slowly picked his head up and stood up and removed his clothes. He wasn't a bad looking man, about 6 foot, brown hair, moustache but as he removed his boxers, my eyes grew wide. There before me was an eight inch cock, Richard was five inches, tops. It throbbed and jumped as it stood there outstretched and I wondered what it would feel like in me as he moved closer. He rubbed the head of it up and down my slit, moistening it and rubbed it against my clit. The sensations it was providing were better than any I had ever felt before and I licked my lips in anticipation of having it in my tight pussy. 

He slowly pushed the head inside and I felt it's enormity as I struggled to accept it, then he inserted a little more at a time, allowing my pussy to adjust. The walls of my pussy were well coated and there was really no pain, other than it's size and I struggled to cope with it, both in my mind and in my twat. When he had it all inside of me, he stopped and I felt his hairy balls tickling my ass and then he began to stroke in and out and my mind went blank as the sensations took over and I began to struggle to get more of it as he withdrew. 

He slowly increased his tempo and soon his balls felt like a small hand slapping my ass as I accepted his length and I felt another orgasm ripple through me as he fucked me harder and harder. I looked at his face and saw it tense and then it was like a water hose had burst as his hot cum squirted deep into my pussy and he moaned and kept his hammering up as he drained himself. 

He stood there between my legs, with his cock still buried in me looking at me and smiling. "I thought you were still a virgin," he said, "That's why I went slow, but you were still tight," and he smiled and slowly pulled himself from me. He pulled me up and down off of his desk and put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. His semi erect cock stared at me and he took my head and guided me towards it. 

"I've never done this before," I blurted out and he stopped. 

"Then this will be a learning experience," he laughed and pushed my lips against his cum soaked member. "Open you mouth Kim," he said and I slowly did and he pushed it inside. "Now suck on it," he barked and I slowly closed my lips around it and tasted the salty cum. 

Working in the fish cannery, your mouth is constantly assaulted with salt, as well as fish tastes, and all in all it wasn't that bad and I began to suck as he moved my head back and forth on his slick shaft. I felt his cock growing in my mouth as I sucked it and soon, I couldn't take it all, though he pushed more and more of it in. He sensed my lack of experience and kept his hands on my head guiding it over his shaft and soon, I felt it swell and my mouth was filled with his salty cum. I tried to remove my mouth, but he held me firm and told me to swallow it. I tried to just hold it in my mouth, but there was too much and I had no choice but to swallow. 

After he finished, he let go of my head and I struggled to catch my breath as I looked down and saw that some of his cum had leaked out onto my tits and now coated my nipple. He laughed and pulled me up and took his finger and channeled the cum on my chin into my mouth and made me lick and suck his finger. He began to dress and told me that I needed to get back to work and that he would send for me again when he needed his little teen slut.

I pulled on my panties and pants and pulled on my bra and shirt and left. I did feel like a cheap teen slut, I had just been fucked by my boss, shamelessly and I had enjoyed it! As I went back to work, I could feel his cum dripping out of me and soaking into my panties ad it made me feel so cheap. I finished my shift and went into the locker room and stripped down, I had dried cum all over my tits and stomach and it had caked and dried in the crotch of my panties. 

I turned the shower on and stepped in, letting the warm water wash away the evidence of my shame. I washed myself and my hair and dried off. I threw my bra and panties into the trash and dressed without them and brushed my long brown hair and left for home.

Mom looked up from her cooking as I walked in, "Hey Baby, heard Mr. Brighton had you in his office today. What was that all about?" 

My heart sank. Did she know? "He just wanted to commend me for my production output," I lied and she smiled and kissed me on the forehead, "Get ready for supper, baby." We ate pretty much in silence and about halfway through supper, the phone rang and mom said she had to go back in to work. 

After she left, I did the dishes and flopped on the sofa and watched TV. Just after dark, there was a knock on the door, it was Richard, and he came in and sat on the sofa. We watched TV and then I felt his hand move to my tit and my nipple popped out, "You're not wearing a bra!" 

He pulled open my shirt and grabbed my bare tit, "I like it!" he said as he massaged my nipple. I really didn't feel like this, but didn't want to hurt his feelings or make him think that I was fucking someone else. His head moved to my chest and he sucked my nipple into his mouth as his hands groped me. I saw the bulge in his pants and reached over and stroked it, much to his delight. He jumped up, jerked me to my feet and dragged me towards my bedroom. He had his clothes off almost before the air from the closing door had subsided and stood there tearing at my clothes. 

"No panties either!!" he shouted as he ripped my pants off. He pushed me back on the bed and his cock clumsily found it's way to my opening and he thrust it in. He sucked on my nipples as he pumped his cock in and out and I hardly felt it as I remembered Mr. Brighton's big cock. I squeezed against his cock with my vaginal muscles and he blew his load in record time and collapsed on top of me. 

"Jeez Kim, that was great!!" he said as his breathing slowed down. 

His cock eased out of me and I remembered what Mr. Brighton had said about a learning experience, "Would you like me to suck your cock Richard?" He looked like he had died and gone to heaven because I always refused before. I pushed him onto his back and took his hardening cock in my hand and wrapped my lips around it and began to take it inside. I experimented, swirling my tongue around it and I watched his face for a reaction, then I pulled all of it in my mouth. 

He was much smaller than the only one I had ever sucked and it was easier to work with his cock. In a very short time, I saw his face constrict and felt his cock swell and his cum erupted in my mouth and I swallowed it all down. As he dressed to leave, it was like he had just won the lottery to see his face. I rolled over and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and jumped in the shower, anxious to clean Richards cum out of me and when I came out, I got dressed and headed downstairs. Mom had just set breakfast on the table and we chit chatted about work and how busy we were as we ate. Mom left for work as I cleaned up the dishes and went to get dressed myself. I picked out a sexy set of underwear today, hoping that Mr. Brighton might call me into his office again. 

I put on my jeans and a flannel shirt and headed out, thinking about the previous day and not believing what a child Richard was. His orgasm was all that mattered to him, I hadn't even gotten off once to his twice and Mr. Brighton had gotten me off several times. I worked quickly as I went through the morning and I looked around several times and didn't see mom at all. 

After lunch, I went back to work and was told that Mr. Brighton wanted to see me and I almost ran to his office, I was so excited that my pussy got wet. I waited outside and my heart sank as I saw mom come out and head back to the floor, she never even noticed me sitting there. Just as well, I thought, less explanations. His secretary showed me in and again he told her to hold his calls, "Lock the door Kim," he said as I closed it. 

As I walked towards him, I noticed another man in the far corner of the office. "This is my nephew Tod," he said and I said hi and he told me to sit down. "I'm showing Tod the ropes, " he said and Tod smiled. "Now, Kim, please strip for us," I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him. "Hurry up Kim, Tod has a lot to do yet today," and I refused. 

He pushed the button on his intercom, "Miss Hawthorne, please get Marilyn up here and prepare her termination papers," and she said "Yes sir," and he sat down. "You can go now Kim, "and he busied himself with some papers on his desk. "You're going to fire my mom, just like that?" I asked. "You knew the deal Kim, it should come as no shock," and continued reading. 

"Wait Mr. Brighton, I'll do it. Don't fire mom," and I lowered my head. He called his secretary back and cancelled his previous order and said that he was not to be disturbed. They both sat there looking at me and I nervously kicked my shoes off and started fumbling with the buttons on my flannel shirt, until I had it off and my pink bra covered tits came into view. 

I heard Tod sigh and Mr. Brighton remarked at my choice of bras. "You should have seen her yesterday Tod, she had on a cheap cotton bra, as you can see, her tits aren't much, but they're quite firm." 

Tod got up and came over and rubbed them, "And her nipples get hard quite easily too," he remarked as my nipples popped out. He reached around behind me and unclasped my bra and pulled it off, and then stooped to suck a nipple in his mouth. His other hand continued to knead my other tit and as he withdrew his mouth, he lightly bit my nipple and I winced at the slight pain. "You're right uncle, they are firm. Can we see the rest?" he asked and I nervously undid my pants and let them fall and stepped out of them. 

They both stared at my matching pink panties, and Tod turned and they nodded their approval to one another. Tod then began removing his clothes and I stared at his shorts and wondered about the bulge there, and then he dropped them and my eyes grew big, he was larger than his uncle! 

He bent slightly and pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them and he brought them to his nose and breathed in the crotch aroma. "Mmmmmm, she's already been wet uncle," he said and smiled. Mr. Brighton removed his clothes and came out and they both stood on either side of me, looking me over. "Which end do you want Tod?" Mr. Brighton said to Tod. 

'My God, they were both going to fuck me at the same time!' I thought in horror. "I think I would like her pussy this time uncle," and he moved around behind me and put his hand against my back and bent me over at the waist. Mr. Brighton positioned himself at my head and drew my lips to his hard cock and I took him in my mouth. Tod spread my legs and I felt his finger rubbing my slit and then the head of his monster cock against my pussy. 

I tried to concentrate on Mr. Brighton's cock in my mouth as Tod's cock entered my pussy and I lurched forward and engulfed the cock in my mouth as the other one sank into my pussy. 

"She is tight, uncle," Tod said as his impaled his length and his balls hit my swollen clit.

"Almost a virgin," Mr. Brighton laughed as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. They began to fuck both ends of me and soon, I was feeling light headed and was getting into it and enjoying the sensations as an orgasm ripped through me and I bucked against Tod's cock and Mr. Brighton's cock slipped into the top of my throat. 

His balls were slapping my chin and Tod's were slapping my clit and soon, I came again, screaming with Mr. Brighton's cock in my mouth and the vibrations of my scream made him cum and I felt his hot cum bathe my throat as it slid down. Tod soon grabbed both of my ass globes and he pumped his load into me moaning as he did and I felt his thick cum coating my insides. I kept sucking on Mr. Brighton, wanting more, but as his last trickle fell on my tongue, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and it stared me in the eyes, now only semi erect. Tod withdrew his deflating cock and I raised up, feeling Tod's cum ooze out of my snatch as I did, and it ran down the insides of my legs. 

Tod gave me a slap on the ass and then led me to the desk and laid me on my back across the short part so that my head and legs hung off either side. He stroked his cock as our juices glistened on it and moved around to my head and slapped it across my lips a couple of times and then pushed it between my lips. 


The Factory



It had been a tortuous week. The architectural department I managed had been under dire stress, working to meet a submittal deadline for a high profile office tower in Baltimore, and the final sets of plans were streaming off the plotters now. Most of the staff had already departed the office, headed to happy hour at Leo's, the local watering hole, to toast another job well done. I was planning to follow to pick up the first round, in gratitude for their hard work. It was my duty, though, to see the plans out the door, just in case there were any last minute glitches. 

The architectural department was housed in the older wing of our building. What had once been a tomato cannery had undergone a dramatic resurrection as one of the company's first projects, and remnants of the building's former use were incorporated into the design of what was now a large, airy architectural shop. Heavy beams supported antique pulley drives as a sort of industrial memorabilia, belts and motors long gone, and fragments of drive chain and huge old switches decorated odd niches in the otherwise modern office. Individual offices and a conference room surrounded the main design floor, and many, like mine, harbored heavy ceiling beams and angled beam supports. If not for the bright office lighting and furniture, my office in particular would be reminiscent of an old barn or factory. In fact, most employees referred to the architectural wing as "The Factory".

As the techs prepared the plans for delivery, you brought the transmittal forms into my office for my signature. As the most junior member of the design staff, you were often relegated the least glamorous and mundane tasks, but it's to your credit that you always performed them with cheerful efficiency. Your cheery and curvaceous exterior hid what I suspected was a surprising intellect and a strong ambition. In fact, you were obvious in your attempts to draw as much management attention to yourself as possible, including dressing just inside the office dress code and flirting with as many of the managers as you could, in addition to performing your job well. Because of this, you were the subject of many lustful conversations at "business" lunches and around the water cooler. Throughout the last several weeks, as busy as we were, I had taken to flirting back with you like a fish rising to a fly, and you had responded by increasing the level of teasing. Things between us had escalated to the point where I was hypersensitive to your presence, and I grasped every opportunity to touch you casually or rub up against you in passing. Visions of you fueled my every waking fantasy, and I was drawn to you more than I would have cared to admit.

You were dressed especially provocatively today, with a tight skirt that only reached mid-thigh, and a low-cut buttoned knit top that showed off your breasts. You obviously wore a push-up bra, and I wondered if your choice in clothing was a result of the anticipated happy hour tonight, or if tormenting me was your main purpose. You dropped the transmittals onto my desk, then leaned over and placed your hands on my desktop, looking up at me coyly through long lashes and knowingly providing a view deep into your exposed cleavage. 

"Is there anything else you might need?" you asked with a suggestive grin.

The decompression of the afternoon was taking hold, and the anticipation of a cold beer had me ready to go, but I couldn't let this opportunity pass by. 

"Yes," I replied as I signed the forms, "come back and let me know when the plans have actually left the building." 

You stood up and, smiling, gave me a mock salute before turning to leave my office. I knew that the techs would leave with the plans, and we would likely be the only people left in the building. Your hips swayed enticingly in your skirt, and your patterned stockings and heels made your legs delicious. I took a moment to fully appreciate the view, as you no doubt knew I would. You tease! The heat in my groin flared, and my member twitched in response. My desire for you was becoming overwhelming, and I was determined to see what would happen if you were pushed.

Silence settled over the building, broken occasionally by the opening and closing of the distant entrance doors. Several minutes in silence, and I heard the sound of your high heels on the carpet in the walkway, quickly approaching. As you walked through the open doorway into my office, 

"They're gone," you said in a silly, sing-song voice.

I wasn't quite sure if you meant the plans, or the other workers. In a fraction of a second, I noticed that you had freshened your make-up and let your red curls down to fall a little loosely around your face, possibly in preparation for meeting the other employees at the bar. I got up from behind my desk and walked toward you.

"Are you going to Leo's? Would you care to ride with me?"

I asked the second question without waiting for you answer the first. As I reached past you to retrieve my jacket from its wall hook, I leaned so close to you that I could tell you had freshened your cologne as well, and you smelled delightful.

"Sure!" you answered, smiling.

I took that to mean yes to both questions. But before I donned my jacket you moved toward me and reached up to touch my tie at my throat. 

"You are going to have to lose this if you expect yourself, or anyone else, to relax," you said playfully, gently loosening my silk tie and pulling it off over my head, giving me a wicked little grin in the process.

That was the opening I had been hoping for. I firmly held both your small hands in my left one, and quickly flipped the loop of the tie over them, pulling it tight with my right hand. I immediately picked your hands up over her head and stepped backwards, pulling you off balance and forcing you to quickly step toward me to keep from falling. In two steps we had moved directly under a support beam that brandished an iron hook, driven in deeply years before for some unknown purpose. Two quick motions secured my tie in two half hitches around that hook, and I threw an extra loop around your wrists for good measure. Glancing down at the shocked look on your reddening face, I saw the realization of your predicament sink in. Your shock was short-lived however, and you quickly recovered and managed a sweet smile. 

"So, what are you going to do now?" you asked.

With that, I walked over and quietly closed my office door, and turned back to you.

"No more conversation!"

I spoke a little sharply, and your smile faded just a touch. I took a moment then to really observe my prize. Your hands were straight above your head, pulling your body taut and holding you nearly immobile. You looked so beautiful, and so vulnerable that I almost walked over to let you go. But my eyes traveled down your body, drinking in your clinging top and tight skirt and the curves they defined. My gaze swept down your legs, taking in the pattern of your fishnets, your shapely calves and those sexy black high heels. The need in me took over, and I knew there would be no satisfaction for me until I had taken you, completely. You held your head high, and I wasn't sure if it was confidence or defiance that held sway in your eyes, but there was also a hint of eagerness, a slight spark of desire. I locked my gaze with yours, and slowly walked to you.

You were a full head shorter than me, and as I leaned over to look deep into your eyes, I curled the fingers of my left hand and lightly touched the back of them to your throat, brushing them upward into your soft hair. I encircled the back of your head with my hand, pulling your face up to meet mine, and our lips met. Softly at first, I explored the exquisite softness of your lips with my own, inhaling deeply the mixed scent of your hair, your cologne, your skin, your breath. I drew back for only a moment to glimpse your half-lidded eyes and parted lips, then crushed your lips to mine fiercely. I was not about to let your softness and utter desirability intoxicate me into betraying my needs to tenderness. But your lips met my own with an equal force, our tongues tangling in a wet dance, and only the need to breathe tore my mouth from yours.

I moved both hands to cup your face, and continued to indulge myself in your mouth, using my hands to position your face to give me the best access to your mouth and neck. My hands dropped and moved behind you to caress you back, my left hand sliding upward to continue cupping your head, forcing your mouth onto mine. My right hand slid slowly over the small of your back, down across your skirt, traversing your backside to your hip, then moving upward along your side to your armpit and shoulder and back down again, nearly touching your breast as I learned the curves of your body. Your breathing grew deeper and you made no move to resist as I continued the embrace. You wantonly kissed me back, pressing your body to contact mine as much as your precarious position would allow. Your mouth was delicious, and without warning I grasped your lower lip in my teeth, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to remind you I was in control, and would do with you as I pleased. A quiet moan escaped your lips, your eyes closed completely. I could feel my cock begin to harden, and backed away only enough to allow it room to adjust its position.

I skimmed my lips down your face, across your hot throat, and I could feel you're the beats of your pulse driving in your neck. Both my hands rubbed over your back, taking in your curves, and feeling the way your muscles bunched and stretched because of your bindings. I worried briefly about your comfort, but then pushed those thoughts back, and allowed my lust free reign again. This was my payment for your casual and continued flirtation, and I would have my pound of your flesh. The fact that you seemed to be relishing your treatment only pushed me on.

I brought my hand around to your chest and explored your breasts through your clothes. Your bra contained them firmly, and I could feel nothing beneath its covering. My fingers wandered to your cleavage, and I traced the cleft up, and down, luxuriating in the warmth and silkiness of your skin. I continued my hand's downward movement, encountering the first of your buttons, and I quickly pushed it back through its hole, allowing your top to open slightly. My hand continued its mission, finding and dispatching each button in turn, sliding against the soft skin of your stretched tummy and across your navel, and your top fell open under my efforts. Your bra was black satin, with little adornment, designed for its function of enhancing your figure, and I was delighted to see it was a front-clasp type. Without hesitation, my right hand undid the clasp, and your breasts sprang free of their containment as the cups fell to the sides.

If I had been in a more accommodating mood, I would have told you that your breasts were beautiful, your skin translucent, your rosy pink nipples delicate and inviting. But the heat in me denied any tenderness or compliment, and I wanted only to feel your erect nipples in my mouth. I leaned down and grasped your tits, one in each hand, and kneaded their firmness, working my way outward to roll your nipples with my fingers and thumbs. You looked down at my hands and gave a little moan as you observed my ministrations. I took my time, moving my hands back from your nipples to fully grasp your breasts, then forward to manipulate your nipples again, your eyes never leaving my hands. I bent forward and firmly guided one breast to my mouth, sucking the nipple in between my lips and swirling my tongue hard around it. It swelled until it seemed it would burst, and I grasped the nub with my lips, tugging it outward from your breast until it popped from my mouth with an audible sound. It was dark pink from my suction, and I brought your tit and my mouth together again, this time biting you, sliding the nipple through my teeth until the end caught, stretching your skin. I did this several times, then switched sides, playing the same game with the opposite breast, all the while your moans increasing in volume and frequency.

I released your inflamed nipples, and, slowly lowering myself to my knees, kissing and sucking my way down your stomach, taking a moment to increase the pressure to leave a love-bite next to your belly button. I slipped my hands around the waistband of your skirt to find the zipper on the side, pulling it down in one swift motion. Grasping the hemline of your skirt, I slowly pulled the snug garment down over the curves of your hips, staring as each inch of you was exposed to my hungry eyes. The skirt slipped down, gradually revealing hip-hugging black lace panties, sheer enough for me to see that you were shaved clean beneath the thin fabric. As your skirt fell down your legs of its own weight and pooled around your high heels, it uncovered your thigh-high stockings, firmly held in place by the knit bands around their tops, accenting the smooth pale skin of your thighs. I left your skirt where it fell and grasped the tops of your panties. Slowly, I peeled them down over your hips, noting with pleasured anticipation the dampness of the fabric over your mound. My face was close to you, and the heat of your skin radiated outward, carrying with it the faint scent of your arousal, musky and sweet, tinged with your cologne. I knew you must have dabbed a bit of your perfume around your pussy, anticipating...what? Certainly not this! Or was I going to be the target of your seduction tonight?

This suspicion hardened my resolve to continue to control the situation, and to take my pleasure from you as I wanted. I grasped one of your ankles to pick up your foot, then the other, placing your skirt on the carpet in front of you to cushion my knees, while at the same time moving your feet apart to widen your stance. This dropped your body slightly, increasing the pressure on your arms, and stretching your body even more taut. You stood in front of me clad from the waist down in only stockings and heels, your top gaping open to expose smooth skin from chin to thigh. You looked delicious, your face flushed, nipples still dark from my suckling and nibbling. You moaned again, this time a little from the discomfort in your arms. I knelt in front of you, reaching behind to run my hands up the backs of your calves, over your thighs to cup your ass. This drew you closer to me, and your sweet scent intensified, filling my nostrils and causing my prick to harden to its full length in my slacks. 

I gazed at your pussy just inches from my face. Your outer lips were puffy, smooth and completely hairless. You must have waxed recently, and once again I wondered what it was that you were anticipating. Your inner labia protruded slightly, slick with moisture. As I looked at your pussy, a single thick droplet slowly trickled down your inner thigh, a clear indication of the level of your arousal. I slowly closed the distance between us, touching only the tip of my tongue to your slick lips, getting my first taste of you. It was intoxicating, sweeping through me like a brushfire, and without ceremony I buried my face in your sex, lapping at your cunt like a crazed man, swallowing as much of your sweetness as I could find. I licked all over your lips, then burrowed my tongue between them, probing your dripping depths. Finally, I worked my way up to your swollen clit. I spread your labia open with one hand so I could see your pink button poking out from beneath its hood, and I lowered my lips to touch it. As I did, you moaned, a low animal sound that rose to a keening cry, as if this was everything you had been waiting for. I surrounded your clitoris with firm, rapid strokes of my tongue, never quite touching your hotspot, and your hips moved as if trying to get me to apply pressure to the button itself. Your juices flowed lavishly, coating my chin and dripping down my neck. I had never touched a woman as wet as you. After playing the cat and mouse game with your clit for long, drenched minutes, I moved my other hand to your pussy, and positioned my index finger at your entrance. As I slid my finger as far as I could into your soaked cunt, I sucked your clit in between my lips, flicking it rapidly but softly with my tongue.

Another cry left your mouth, rising in pitch and changing to a hissed exhalation. I moved my finger in and out of your pussy, the wet sounds of the motions causing my hard cock to throb in my pants. A second finger joined the first and continued slipping in and out of your folds. I then curled my fingers and began stroking the raised bump of your G-spot, eliciting a series of short, breathy "ohs" in time with my strokes, and I massaged your clit firmly with my tongue. In short moments, your stomach and thighs tightened and an almost-scream filled the air as your pussy clenched around my fingers. Copious quantities of fluid rushed from your cunt, running over my hand and dripping from my wrist onto the carpet beneath you. I continued my motions until you gasped.

"No, no, no, no, no," you cried, over and over. When I removed my fingers from your opening, you squealed and slumped against your silk bindings, your eyes closed and your chest heaving as you breathed.

I stood and reached above your head to release your arms, leaving your hands tied together. Your arms fell around my neck, and your face turned up to me. As your mouth searched for mine, I grazed my chin, still slick with your juices, across your lips, then claimed your mouth in a hard kiss, pulling you close against my chest. Our tongues entwined, and the taste of your pussy mingled with that of your mouth. Abruptly, I pulled away and lowered my head, slipping out from between your bound wrists. Before you could recover, I grasped your shoulder and pushed you downward until you knelt on your skirt and panties lying on the floor. I knelt beside you and swiftly passed the free end of my tie between your legs, pulling it out through the back and securing it to the closest leg of my desk. This limited your range of movement, and secured your hands down close to your vagina. With a satisfied chuckle, I rose.

"What..." you started to speak, looking up at me, and I cut you off. 

"Stay quiet!" I commanded.

Without another word, I unbuckled my belt. I casually released the button on my slacks, and lowered the zipper, then stepped out of them. A dark spot on the front of my briefs showed where the pre-cum had been leaking from my stiff cock as I was eating you, and I quickly removed the damp garment, allowing my hard cock to spring free. With one step, I brought my cock close to your face, and your gaze dropped to take it in, knowing what it was that I wanted.

"Lick my balls," I said in a low growl, and I grasped a handful of your red hair, guiding your mouth to my sack. 

Your breath was warm and your tongue soft and searing against the sensitive, wrinkled skin of my scrotum. You did as I commanded, covering the entire bag with long, slow strokes of your tongue, swirling around each sensitive testicle in turn, sending a chill up my spine. Backing away slightly, I grasped my erect cock at the base and guided your mouth to it. Your lips slipped down over the swollen head, your tongue finding the tiny slit with its waiting pearl of pre-cum, and you briefly sucked me hard as you tasted the fluid. Your mouth slipped further down my shaft, tongue swirling around me, and I entwined my other hand in your shining hair. I gently pulled your mouth all the way down my cock to the base, then allowed you to pull back, allowing you to breathe deeply and swallow the saliva that had gathered around my dick in your mouth. I once again guided your mouth down over me, setting up a slow steady rhythm of my cock sliding in and out between your lips. You looked up at me occasionally as if to gauge my arousal. 




The Factory



"That's it, suck my cock." I moaned to you. "You're going to suck me until I come." 

A moan rose from deep in your throat in reply, and I continued to guide your motions, fucking your face at a steady pace as I felt the arousal rising slowly, it seemed, from deep in my body. As your mouth served me, your hands rose as if to touch my shaft, and they were brought up short barely to your waist as the silk tie tightened between your legs and contacted your pussy. As if you didn't understand, you reached again, pulling the bindings tighter, and I saw the smooth fabric slip between your wet puffy lips. A soft moan vibrated around my cock in your mouth, and you began to rock on your knees as you sucked me, riding the smooth taut cord of my tie, sliding your swollen clit back and forth across the thin strand. The sight of your bid to achieve satisfaction excited me, and I felt the come rising through my cock, threatening to burst into your mouth.

If I closely monitor the level of my arousal, I have the ability to pause my orgasm a fraction of a second before climax, in that brief interlude between the rising crescendo of sensation and the start of the contractions that send my come spurting out. If I time it right, a full load of thick semen will flow from me, sometimes accompanied by a minor contraction or two, but I remain turgid and unsatisfied, still ready for more. The longer I wait, the more the orgasm subsides, and I can continue to fuck during the time it takes for my orgasm to build again. The release I ultimately obtain is intense, and consists of a second nearly-full load, draining me completely. As I grasped your hair and fucked your face, my orgasm neared, reaching that pivotal moment. I pulled you away and placed the head of my tool at the entrance to your open mouth, against your lower lip. Without touching it, my cock gave one small twitch and hot semen poured out over your tongue, flowing back into your mouth, one thick drop escaping to dribble out over your lip and slide slowly down your chin. You continued to slide along the silken source of your own pleasure. After a few seconds, I grasped my cock at the base and ran my fingers upward, stripping the remaining come from the shaft into your waiting mouth, and you obediently swallowed as you shuddered slightly with your own orgasm, mewing quietly as the waves of pleasure swept through you. I knelt to untie the stretched and wet tie from the desk leg, and picked you up, kissing your tender warm mouth and tasting myself on you.

With my rigid cock bobbing in front of me, I led you around to the back of the desk, and gently but firmly pushed you belly-down on the smooth surface, bending you at the waist. Once again, the tie was secured to the leg on the front side of the desk, holding you down with your round ass fully exposed to me. I walked back behind you and pushed your feet apart, relishing the view of your fucking beautiful ass, framed by the thigh-high fishnets, the wet opening of your cunt visible between your cheeks. Without hesitation I stepped forward to slide my stiff dick up and down your wet slit, lubricating myself in preparation. Steadily but slowly, I slipped my full length into your well-lubricated sleeve, and you responded with a low, pleasured moan. I started a steady rhythm of pulling almost all the way out, then plunging back into you as deeply as I could, slapping against the soft flesh of your ass, amazed at the wetness flowing from you. I could see the pink puckered ring of your asshole, and, using some of your plentiful juices as lubrication, began gently circling the entrance with my thumb. As the speed of my fucking slowly increased, I also increased the pressure of my thumb on your ass. The heat of your pussy carried your scent to my nostrils. Your cries rose in pitch and volume, and the sight and sound of you aroused me intensely. As I pushed the tip of my thumb inside you, you nearly screamed, and your pussy clenched and spasmed, wave after wave of sensation washing over me. My own orgasm peaked, and I rode you hard, slamming into your hot cunt as hard as I could, shooting my come deep inside you. Finally spent, I collapsed on your back, and the scent of your perfume on your neck replaced the smell of sex in my nose.

After several moments, I stood and gently pulled out of your body with a quiet sucking sound. Quickly, I untied your hands and almost carried you to my desk chair, where I sat and pulled you onto my lap and held you, all aggression completely fucked out of me. Our breathing slowed, and I could feel our mixed juices running from you onto my leg. You turned your face to mine and gave me a quick soft kiss on the lips.

"You know, all you had to do was ask," you said quietly. We both started to laugh, and you settled back into my arms. 



The Factory



I screwed a MILF supervisor on top of some pallets in the back of an 18 wheeler trailer, on the loading dock, the week after I was hired. 

She was a 43 year old brunette named Sheri, who had a slim and trim body with a nice pair of C cup tits and a pixie hair cut. We screwed a dozen times before I was transferred to maintenance, and a couple of times afterward. Got to have something to do to keep you "up" on those 3rd shift summer nights.

Sheri's favorite position was doggie style, and with me smacking her ass. She was the first woman I had fucked without a rubber, as her tubes had been tied after her 5th kid. 

I was temporarily transferred to maintenance after I fixed the conveyor belt one night. The old guy Ray, who was the maintenance man was out with the flu. But since I had worked with tools all my young life it was a simple job of getting it working again. I transferred permanently a few weeks later after Ray said he needed a helper. I got plenty of OTJ training, and the company even sent me to the local community college for training in industrial maintenance, machining, electrical wiring, and auto maintenance. 

2 years later, after graduating from the trade school, Ray informed me that he would be retiring after a few more months. It was too bad, because he was a good old guy. But, after 36 years, a lawn chair on a creek bank interested him more than burned out motors, and broken belts. 

I became the full time maintenance man 4 months later, but with a newly implemented company policy that stated that I had to rotate helpers out of the regular workforce who showed an interest. 

From jobs ranging from fixing conveyor belts, electrical repairs, forklift maintenance, company vehicle tune ups, to painting. I gave the new temporary helpers a good workout, but with an emphasis on safety and respect. I don't play pranks, and I don't make someone do something that I'm not willing to do myself.

Men, women, kids right out of high school, we had a diverse pool of candidates. A few of the high school guys quit after a day or two when the job was too messy or "the work was beneath them".

I had a few very good helpers over the next few months, but most just sucked. 

Then the next one Erica, a perky blonde 18 year old with cute little A cup tits, did suck...and was really good at it. We had gone up to the attic/storage area above the main floor. I was unscrewing screws off of the covers of a junction box overhead when I felt my zipper tug. 

"Shhh, you need to relax a little and enjoy the moment." She said.

We had been in a rush for a week and we both where stressed from trying to finish pulling wire for new equipment. I had been trying to hurry and had been dropping screws. 

She had my zipper down and my dick out and into her mouth in one smooth movement. All while my arms were still in the air with a screwdriver in my hand. She was a master at what she was doing, twirling her tongue around the head, and deep throating my dick. She grabbed my ass and started face fucking my dick while increasing suction, It was incredible and I came a few minutes later, blasting streams of cum down her throat.

Over the next week we fucked 5or 6 times in different places. 

I only fucked her pussy one time for just a minute, no rubbers meant she wanted me in her ass. And it really was a sweet little ass. 

I had several male helpers in a row, they were ok and actually did their jobs. But I was now more interested in finding another female helper. 

Rebecca came in one morning and said she wanted to expand her knowledge of mechanics. She was a raven haired 20 something Latina with nice pair of C's and a really nice ass. 

She was wearing jeans and a tight yellow t-shirt, and I did tell her that we had several sizes of coveralls, but she insisted that it was too hot for those.

It was lube day, and I showed her how to grease all the machinery, and lube the chains. I was telling her how to lube the piston shafts of the portable lift and she grabbed a hand full of grease and rubbed it all over the shaft, she stroked it up and down several times then looked over her shoulder ad winked. At the end of the day I was grinning, she had been teasing all day. 

Making lewd comments and gestures, she leaned to close to one machine and got dirt on her shirt. Her nipples had been hard and the points poking through her shirt were now two black dots. Looking down, she giggled as she dipped her finger in grease and drew a curved line across her belly. 

"Have a nice day." She said as she walked to the maintenance shop, in her new smiley face t-shirt. As it was end of shift, I grabbed the bucket of grease, and the grease gun and followed her. 

I set the grease down on a table and locked the door behind me. Rebecca was washing her hands as I came in, then went to a shelf and grabbed something as I washed mine. 

She came over to me and peeled off her shirt. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply as I played with her left boob. I went down and sucked in her right nipple as I unbuttoned her pants and slid them down. I straightened back up and got a good look at her, she turned in a circle and I noticed that her yellow thong was wet in the front and slightly toeing. Her ass was a work of art, I slapped her right cheek and got a squeak out of her as she jumped.

She had her thong off and hopped up on a work bench, spreading her legs. I dove into her dripping, freshly waxed pussy and had her moaning in just a moment. I stuck a finger into her palm up, locating the slightly rough little almond sized G spot. I rubbed it as I nibbled her clit, making her writhe around on the table as she pinched her nipples. She came in a flood of juices all over my chin and down my shirt front. 

I took my clothes off as she recovered. She got up, stroked my dick a few times then got a jar of petroleum jelly from under her shirt. 

She opened the jar, then grinned as she lubed my dick. "We've been greasing machines all day, now you get to do a real lube job." She said.

With that she spread a glob of petroleum jelly on her ass and bent over the table. I put the tip of my dick at her well lubed asshole and pushed. It was tight, but I slid right in after a few thrusts, then after she nodded her head I got down to pounding her ass. Every time I bottomed out her ass jiggled in the nicest way. 

The clock was in front of me and I noticed that 2 minutes later she came really hard, and 10 minutes later she did again and 3 minutes later I was splattering cum all up in her bowels as I came.

My shop had it's own restroom with sink, toilet, and a newly installed shower, and we used it several times afterward. There were many places in the factory that I would get absolutely filthy, and a shower after work came in handy on many occasions. This was an occasion that made me glad I installed the shower. 

* * *

Then there was the week a few months later that I nailed a chick named June and her friend Tammy on the roof of the factory. We were up there painting the roof with an elastomastic roof sealant, which is a plasticized white paint that keeps out leaks and reflects sunlight. It was hot, August in the south is always hot. We were half a day into painting and June asked if she could get some sun while we took a water break. I didn't see why not and said so. 

June was a short but busty tomboy with a nice pair of C's and a cute ass. She pulled off her shirt and shorts to reveal a lacy green bra and matching thong. I looked over at Tammy and saw she was wearing a light pink see through bra and white booty shorts. Tammy was the direct opposite of June as she was tall and slender with medium B cup tits and a small but curvy butt and both were nicely tanned. 

I watched as they rubbed sunscreen on each other and Tammy rubbed some on me. We went back to work and got a fair bit accomplished, but with a 18,000 square foot roof, this takes a bit of doing. 

Ok, I'm sure if it was a painting it would've looked like hammered crap, but since it was a roof you just have to spread it around. Which is a good thing, because I noticed that to dip their rollers in the paint, they had to bend over just right, and it was pretty distracting. 

I noticed later that when June sat down on a bucket on a water break that one lip was poking out of her thong panty. 

"Well shit June, If you're gonna let you pussy hang out you might as well just go and take it off!" Tammy said. 

June looked down and was about to tuck it back into the thin material, then pulled the other lip out and pulled the fabric tight against her pussy. 

"You know, I think you may be right. See here where my pussy lips are lighter colored now, I hate tan lines." June said. 

Tammy got down on her knees and made a show of inspecting her friend's pussy, and pulling the thong down and off her legs. 

"You don't mind if we take our underwear off do you?" Tammy asked. 

Gee, let me think...NO! 

I didn't mind at all. Although I was pretty sure that job was going to take at least a day or two longer. 

* * *

I also have to drive a company truck across the state at least once a month to pick up spare parts from warehouses, and to help maintenance at one of our other factories. Company rules stated that I had to have a driving partner. The first time it was a guy who never talked, just looked out the window. 

The next time, and nearly every time afterward it was a woman named Christy. She was nice, a leggy 30 year old blonde with great D cup tits and a bubble butt. The company would pay for one hotel room with two beds...I'm sure they had the best of intentions.

The first trip, nothing happened. But she flashed me accidentally as she was getting out of her bed the next morning. She was still half asleep when the alarm went off, and as she pulled the blanket back to get up, I saw that the leg opening of her panties was caught in the cleft of her pussy. The second trip we stopped at a steak house for dinner. A lot of flirting went on there. Afterward in the room she curled up beside me as we watched a movie, I'm still not sure what the movie was. 

Hers was the first waxed pussy I'd ever felt, and I was totally hooked. I was playing with her tits with one hand, while kissing her and had run my hand down her panties. Smooth skin, and a warm wetness greeted my fingers as she let out a gasp. I had her panties off in record time and got my head between her legs as she spread her legs. I licked every inch of her pussy and after a few minutes she was cumming all over my face. 

She sat up after that and pushed me back on the bed, then she straddled me and rode me hard as I thrust up to meet her. We fucked all night, and then again in the morning. 

In hotels, in the truck, on the side of the road, back roads, in the bed of the truck, picnic areas, tourist attractions, at the factory, in my office, the break room, and the roof. She bent over an oil drum while I fucked her from behind, only problem was that she got oil all over her shirt. That was fortunately easy to explain, I just gave her an armload of parts and we carried them across the factory.

We had some close calls, fraternization was not strictly forbidden as we had several married couples working at the factory...but I'm sure that fucking on the clock was pushing it. 

One day the company president started knocking right after I had just pulled out. We had been in the work shop behind my office and she was still lying on the work bench cleaning up. 

Zipping my pants, I went to answer the door in the other room and he comes barging in after I opened it, talking about some emergency and needing us to help out at a sister factory. It would be a two week job in Atlanta and he gave me a list of parts to bring or to pick up.

After he left, I made sure the door was locked and went back to the work shop. 

And that's where I found her, still lying on the table, three fingers shoved deep inside her dripping wet pussy. Apparently the chance of getting caught was a huge turn on for her. 

It took a while to pack up the parts for that trip.



The Factory Men



This is an erotic story about male gay sex. It focuses on the development of a relationship and doesn't get to the sex right away. But - it does get there. 

1.

The people of the town knew just about everyone around and had known their fellow citizens for their whole lives. So the presence of two new men from the city brightened everyone's lives. And the fact that both of them worked at the factory gave everyone a chance to observe the newcomers.

Diego, a skinny kid from New York, had moved here with his fiancé, and lived in Kutztown. He hadn't been in town or at the factory long before he got into trouble with some of the men. The problem was over a game of black jack after work behind the building. Diego, goaded into joining by the guys, lost a moderate amount. Problem was he couldn't pay it back right away. He swore on his mother's life that he would pay the sum out of his wages in a matter of weeks. But until he did, the men were going to make life hard for him.

Tom Peters, a white man about 40 and the other new man in town, saw Juan crouched against the wall about 5 a.m. every morning before the gears began to rumble and the men took their places on the line. Juan was reading. Someone even saw the two of them exchange a smile. The white man liked the Hispanic, everyone said. "The white man": that was just about all they knew about him. 

Tom lived at the top of the hill above town and rode a bicycle to work at 5 a.m. He didn't seem to own a pick-up, although there was a beat-up Nissan in front of the house he rented. One of the men had sent his wife to look in the car: nothing in their but books. There was a better source of information, though: Tom had a friend, a social worker called Mike who worked at the foster care agency. And Mike's wife had spilled a story. Back in New York Tom had been married to a bad woman. She had told her brothers that he beat her and they had come for him. You could see the marks on Tom's forearm where he had been cut with a knife and a slight limp when he walked. But, because he was so muscular, like an Olympic gymnast or weightlifter, other stories developed among the townspeople. He had beaten all four brothers and left them there, but then had to leave the city before all their friends came for him.

There was no proof of any of this, any more than there was proof that Tom knew the other stranger, Diego -- at least not until about a week before the Thanksgiving Holiday. Diego's girlfriend had gotten a job in Kutztown and, as a result, Diego had had to walk home for the last several weeks. Tom had seen the pretty-faced, slender young man kissing his girlfriend after getting in her car. The morning after the very first day that Diego walked home, he appeared at work with a bruise below his left eye. He was walking a bit bent, as if a broken rib forced him to favor one side. Tom, who had never spoken to this man, felt an abrupt burning sensation seeing the young man and approached him, drawing looks from everyone on the factory floor. 

"What happened to you?"

The boy paused and motioned with his head to a group of men sitting and standing on nearby benches. "Them," he simply said.

"I'm Tom Peters."

Through his bruised face, the boy smiled. "I seen you," he said.

And he had. They had seen each other in the changing room. When Tom, whose shower at home didn't work, had emerged from the shower, Diego had seen his exceptional body naked. And he had seen that the older man had an erection which looked enormous. Diego turned away immediately but felt prickles all over. The moment passed, but Diego wondered why the white man was aroused. He thought he knew, though, if only instinctively. Tom was exceptionally virile and had no girlfriend. For his relentless libido he simply had no outlet.

About 4:30 p.m., when it was time to start for home, Tom found Diego again in the changing room. Both were fully dressed this time. 

"I'll walk with you," Tom said.

"Okay."

The other men held back watching the two leave the factory. Crude and rough, German immigrants, drunk and God-fearing, they knew they had a situation on their hands. Walking fast, they caught up with Tom and Diego in no time, four of them, each physically larger than Tom.

One grabbed Diego's arm, pulling him off-balance.

"You two -- beautiful friendship, huh?"

"How come you're not friends like that to me?"

Tom stood still, with a look of weary resignation on his face. 

"What about you?" one of them said to Tom.

"You guys should go wherever you're going."

They approached him like a wolf pack. "Don't tell me! You don't tell us what to do."

Tom sighed and sidestepped a fist at his belly, trapped the arm against his side, and spun halfway around, throwing the man bodily into the air. Diego, looking frail and delicate on the ground, stared in wonder as Tom aggressively battered his second attacker, no doubt breaking his jaw, while hooking his leg around the leg of a third man foolish enough to approach him from the side. He swept his leg towards himself, upending the man, then added a kick to the head to end the matter. He could have kicked harder -- Diego knew this -- and done real harm, but he didn't. The fourth man hesitated and Tom took him down like a linebacker, connecting his steel shoulders with his middle. The blow was hard, and the man lay breathless on the dirt. Looking bored and disappointed, Tom helped up his friend and they walked on.

Diego walked home alone the next night, and every night that week, but he remained unmolested. News of the fight had become the central preoccupation of the town with strong opinions reaching from the barber shop to the Town Hall about the stranger. While many versions of the story circulated, there was a general understanding that these men, known to be troublemakers, had attacked a defenseless young man.

A week after Thanksgiving, Diego's girlfriend, Marisol, came to pick him up from work. Her schedule had been changed at her job to nights and weekend. Wanting to get a look at her fiancé's savior, she walked into the factory. She attracted glances -- a woman in this man's environment. Tom was taking a break and reading. She took in his composed air and powerful body. As she walked with Diego back to the car she cursed in Spanish, and the two of them were heard fighting inside the car as they drove away.

2.

The second incident made the first fight look mild, even though it could not have lasted more than thirty seconds. It was a big deal indeed, because it involved the foreman's son Jack. Everyone knew that Jack liked to talk about the "spics" who worked as migrants in the mushroom plants and occasionally in the factories around the area. The jobs they took were "stolen" from "us," as Jack put it. 

Maybe this was why Jack pulled a knife on Diego at the front entrance to the factory. Tall but with horn-rimmed glasses and a cruel, slit-like mouth, Jack was arrogant and showed it by making his move in plain sight, daring anyone to do anything about it. And Tom was walking up from behind. Who knew what Jack intended to do with the knife? Maybe he was only threatening Diego. But it didn't matter. Jack dropped to the ground like a house of cards collapsing after only a single blow from Tom, a bullwhip-strike with his left fist.

Everyone froze as Jack lay on the ground, actually weeping. They were partly shocked but also secretly pleased to see the foreman's son in this position.

"Why?" one of them asked. "Why you do this?"

Tom barely looked at him as he walked through the door. "I hate bullies," was all he said.

A week before this, the gifts had started. And, although everyone knew that Diego and Marisol had broken up -- Marisol had taken up with a bank manager, Diego seemed brighter, more diligent, happier than ever. He offered Tom a braided gold necklace. But Tom wouldn't accept it. He brought food: tacos and tres leches cake -- sponge cake in syrup. A pat on the shoulder and a smile was Tom's only response; he sent the food back with Diego. But Diego did not give up so easily.

By this time he had paid his gambling debts. He arrived early for work and often stayed late, helping the foreman prepare for the next day. As crude and prejudiced as the country people often were, they appreciated a man who paid his debts, and Diego had made one or two friends from among them. It was partly for this reason that Jack did not press charges against Tom. Embarrassment was the main reason, and Jack wanted to insist that the incident had never occurred. But the grudging respect people had for Diego also played a role in his decision.

When Diego was asked about Tom and their relationship, he merely said: "He a good man."

Giving Diego the benefit of the doubt, the citizens decided he was not a homosexual. But Diego saw the matter differently. It came down to one simple issue: he paid his debts. And he owed a great debt to a stranger who had defended him twice, allowed him to work in safety, and probably saved his life. Diego would not be comfortable until he found a way to repay the debt. He would scarcely be able to sleep at night.

Although Tom would not accept gifts, Diego was untroubled. He had not survived as a stranger in this town, and as a poor kid in the city before that, without resourcefulness. He began to keep an eye on Tom, not only at work, but through the slats in the blinds on the windows of his house. In a week or two, he knew all of Tom's routines. Getting up for work, Tom had an enormous hard-on. He went to the bathroom to urinate, shower, and dress. He ate oatmeal for breakfast -- with protein powder. His body was sleek with defined abdominals and heavy chest muscles, mighty biceps and a corded forearm. Upon returning from work, he read, sometimes walking around the house naked -- his member usually semi-erect. He was not a good housekeeper and left clothes and papers strewn about on any available surface. On his day off, Diego broke into the house and cleaned up.

Diego had always been more comfortable with men than women but attracted to women even if his sex drive with women was sometimes inhibited. This had been an issue between him and his fiancé. He knew that the way he was behaving, acting as this white man's housekeeper, was demeaning, but he needed to do something for the man who had made him feel protected -- like a girl. And now, as he dusted and straightened, put paper in piles, folded clothes, he playfully imagined himself as a devoted housewife. He even thought of Tom's body, its undeniable power, and Tom's disciplined, manly character. Sweeping the floor, he thought of Tom's powerful erection, his obvious need for release, and he imagined himself providing that release. But this was all mere fantasy. He knew the difference between entertaining himself with a daydream and actually crossing over to being a fag. In real life he was a man; he would never cross that line. He stopped, out of breath and a little dizzy. His body was burning, and his small penis was hard. 

Next day at work Tom gave Diego a second look and a smile as if he knew the identity of his mystery maid. At lunch he asked Diego if he was okay -- had anybody been bothering him? Diego answered that, thanks to Tom, he was being left alone. Without intending to, he batted his eyelashes like a girl as he said this. Tom appraised him with amusement and patted him on the back. Diego felt prickles like a sparkler shooting up his spine. 

He had read gay porn on occasion, stories about straight men who took a submissive role toward a stronger, better-endowed man. He felt like he had stumbled into one of those stories. Deciding not to fight the impulse, he fantasized about being a "slave" whose purpose in life was to satisfy his master's bursting sexual urges. Wondering how he could fulfill such a fantasy, he came up with a playful plan. He would enter Tom's house and hide in a wardrobe until Tom was in bed, then sneak under the covers and suck him to orgasm. The taboo act was exciting to think about. He would say he was sick and leave work early to assume his hiding place in Tom's bedroom.

To his surprise, soon after lunch he actually did feel sick: dizzy and unsteady on his pins. It was bad enough that he thought he might leave.

"Where are you going?" Tom asked him, seeing Diego head towards the locker room.

"I no feel so good. Think I go home."

"Unwell again?" Tom raised an eyebrow.

Diego shrugged. "Yes, I got some sick."

"Okay," Tom said. "I'll see you at my place. The door is open."

Diego knew that the older man was teasing him - mocking him. He felt a flash fire of rage on the skin of his face. 

"No thanks, Amigo," he said.

"Suit yourself," Tom said. Then he looked over at the men watching them, gathered like wolves in the corner of the floor. 

Diego's mind was full of images: the rough factory men and what they would do to him when they got their courage back. Tom's physical abilities. Tom's graceful, if slightly battered, body. He felt breathless. But threw Tom's mockery back at him. "I see you at your house. Be ready, carino."

Tom smiled and said nothing. Diego was gone.

3.

Soon after Tom quit his job at the factory, having accepted a semi-managerial position at the foster care agency in town. Diego's life went back to normal, more or less. He gambled outside the factory and this time won, which put him in an even more dangerous position than previously. A new foreman threatened to fire anyone who harassed another employee. However, the factory men only took this as a challenge, knowing that if they confronted the Hispanic in a bar it would be considered just another bar fight. Diego kept away from bars in or near the town. But the factory men took this as a challenge. They put out the word to find Diego, saying that he had cheated at cards.

As his need for protection grew more urgent, Diego thought more of Tom. He was still angry at Tom for mocking him and calling him a mariposa, a homosexual. But his unpaid debt to the white man made him uneasy. 

He knew he was not turning gay. Somewhat lonely without Marisol, he had begun seeing a local prostitute, a girl of about seventeen. As it happened, Tom also spent time with this lovely and intelligent young woman.

Her name was Maya, and she was something of an oddity in the town. She was part Indian and part Polynesian; she had been born in Hawaii. Adopted as a young teenager by a middle-aged family in Allentown, she had run away and lived above a hotel in Kutztown. She carried on like an old-style European courtesan, entertaining men and accepting "gifts" from them. Furthermore, she fancied herself a figure of feminine wisdom and enjoyed giving her clients, who were generally much older than she, advice on their lives.

She found Tom a tough case. He found her amusing and would often stay and talk to her as she took off the clothes he made her wear and put on the plain dress she customarily wore. As they talked, she handed him the clothes -- an outfit once worn by his wife -- and he stuffed them in a black duffel bag. 

He interested her more than any of her clients, and she found him genuinely attractive. For her, he was a true man, strong-willed and measured in his way of looking at things. She marveled at his body, and used a Hindi expression for him: deva tulya, which meant "godlike."

"You loved your wife?" she asked him, not for the first time. "Make me dress like her."

"I did," he smiled at her.

"So, what happened to marriage?" she asked. She was now completely naked and Tom was putting his ex-wife's panties in the bag.

"I was not very good at marriage," Tom said.

"No! I don't believe," she said. "What you do wrong?"

"Well, I am very controlling," he said. 

"Oh, yes," she agreed. But she said it with appreciation.

"I wanted her to do things for me," he explained. "To do exactly what I wanted. When I wanted."

"What you mean?"

"She did everything. Sexually. Took care of the house. Everything I told her to do."

She sucked on her pinky, thinking about this. "Many woman want man like you."

"At first, yes," Tom said. "But after a while they want more freedom."

"One of my boyfriend," she said. "He talk about you. He see you leave the door."

"Oh!" Tom said, displeased. "Who was it."

"He call Diego."

"Oh, yes. I did know him."

"He love you," she said. "He do for you, maybe, if you ask."

Tom considered this, slinging his bag across his shoulder. "When did you see him last?" he asked.

"Two hour ago," she said, pulling on her olive green dress. "He go to bar downstairs."

Tom kissed her goodbye.

At the bar he immediately spotted the slim, handsome young man who had broken into his apartment just to clean it. He had often been subjected to the attentions of gay men, and he knew perfectly well that this kid from the factory had had a crush on him. He had had some experiences with men when younger. But he generally tried to avoid this kind of situation.

Diego sat at a table in the corner. Tom got his bourbon and went to join his old acquaintance who looked startled to see him. He helped himself to a seat. 

"You find me?" Diego said.

"I was just passing by and I saw you. I thought I'd say hello," Tom explained. He saw that Diego was looking past him at another table. "Something the matter?"

"Those guys," Diego said. "Been looking for me. Going to beat me up. Kill me."

Tom could tell his young friend was in a state of fear. He looked behind and saw four guys from the factory at a large round table. They were staring at Tom and Diego, obviously about to make their move.

He considered the situation, then smiled wryly at Diego. "Look," he said. "I have a plan."

"What?" Diego said distractedly, trying not to look at the men.

"You owe me a favor, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Well, you cleaned my house once. But I have to tell you it's a mess. And I won't consider us even unless you clean it... regularly." Tom pushed the duffel bag to Diego under the table.

"Okay. I do that," Diego said. 

"Wait. That's not all. Take this bag and go into the Ladies' Room."

"The Ladies' Room?"

"Yes. And change into the clothes in the bag. Put your own clothes in it, come back out, and walk out of the bar."

Diego was shaking visibly. "I no understand."

"Yes, you do. Walk straight out and go to my house."

The men at the round table were distracted by the game on the bar TV. "Go now!" Tom ordered.

The Ladies' Room was right next to the Men's. The men, who were now looking restlessly at Tom, would never notice which one Diego had entered. Tom got up and went to the bar. He ordered another drink and began shouting at the TV set. Something about a bad call the umpire had made. Then he went to the jukebox at the back of the bar and began pressing the buttons aggressively, as if the thing was broken. The bartender yelled over to him that the jukebox was off during the game. Diego, dressed as a woman, had already walked out of the bar.

4.

Tom walked into his own house and saw the handsome, slim Mexican man cleaning the floor in a floral sundress. He stood at the doorway to the kitchen for a moment, feeling an odd sensation flood through him. This was his wife -- or just like his wife. And so he did what he used to do when married. He walked up to Diego, grabbed him by the hair, and pushed him down on the ground. He took his cock out, as hard as a policeman's nightstick, and shoved it in the kid's mouth. And he brutally fucked Diego in the mouth as the young man moved his head back, trying not to choke, and licked the underside of Tom's penis with gusto. Diego then took the initiative, sloppily sucking the enormous phallus, dripping saliva, taking Tom in great gulps, breathing hard.

"You're a fucking slut," Tom said.

"Yes, yes," Diego said.




The Factory Men



Tom pulled out and jerked off onto Diego's face as the younger man moaned like a girl in heat. His fantasies had crossed over and become his life. And it felt good.

Tom put his cock in his pants and zipped up. "Go clean my study," he said.

As Diego complied, Tom lay down on his bed. He was happy with this strange situation. He knew he could completely own Diego, as he had never been able to completely possess his wife.

Later that night, over the dinner Diego made, the two discussed their relationship. Initially, after serving Tom's dinner, Diego sat on a cushion on the floor, expecting to watch his master eat from that position. he seemed to have an instinct for submission. But Tom invited him to the table.

"How do you feel?" Tom asked.

"I'm different," Diego plainly said.

"How are you different?"

"I'm gay. A fag. A mariposa." Diego seemed to accept all this.

"What else?" Tom asked.

"I'm yours. I belong to you."

Tom was surprised at how these words affected him. Ordinarily detached, he felt a sudden rush of passion in spite of his recent orgasm. "Get undressed," he said.

Diego complied instantly. Tom made him stand up and rubbed his hands over the smooth body: the hairless, toned chest, graceful arms, legs, and rounded ass. Tom was hard again.

"Don't --" Diego started.

"Shut up," Tom said.

He bent the beautiful young man down over the table, and grabbed a bottle of olive oil from the counter behind him. He rubbed it on Diego's anus and the head of his cock and eased into the man's ass. This was something -- a level of control, a chance to debase another person -- that he had never experienced. He clasped one hand over the young man's mouth to stifle his cries of pain as he pushed all the way in. Then he began slowly fucking Diego, watching his reflection in the window. The sensation was tight; he could feel Diego trembling; he could feel his fear and humiliation; all of this pleased him and he came again.

Diego slept that night on the sofa. Tom had told him to make arrangements to move in. 

As Diego lay trying to sleep, he was having a silent argument with himself. He wanted to tell his master, Tom, that he loved him. But he didn't know how this would go over. During sex Tom had threatened to punish Diego. This had made him both fearful and curious.

Both men, from the time they were boys, had struggled with life. Diego had had to do whatever it took to survive. And he had always known that he wasn't one of the stronger men. In life, he knew, you either were a macho or you worked for a macho - you served him. He was a realist and was ready to accept his role in life. He felt comfortable and, most important, safe.

And Tom, Tom was happy too. He had found someone he could dominate completely and utterly. Diego had no idea what was in store for him, the degradation and humiliation - and pleasure.



The Factory



He inched forward and forced more of it into my mouth with each forward movement, until I felt it harden again and push slightly into my throat and then began to fuck my mouth with it. Mr. Brighton came up between my legs and pushed his cock into my sopping hole and stroked it in and out while his nephew did the same with my mouth.

Soon, I came again, feeling both ends of me filled with man sized cocks and relishing the feeling. I spasmed on the desk as they assaulted my orifices and Tod bent down and roughly bit my small tit and I lost it again as I reeled from another orgasm. I didn't want this to stop, oh how I loved it! Two cocks, not one, but two! And man sized at that, not Richard's little pathetic cock, only wanting to blow it's load, but real cocks that sent waves of pleasure over me. I came again with that thought and as I spasmed again on the desk, these two cocks filled both ends of me at once and that thought pushed me into another orgasm. 

I drained them both and Tod stood there with his cock in my mouth, toying with my tits, "It's a shame her tits aren't as big as her mother's," he said and I couldn't believe what I had heard. 

After they both withdrew, I asked Mr. Brighton about it, "Oh yes Kim, we fucked your mother right before you. And we told her that you were next," and they smiled at each other, "Now, get dressed and get the fuck back to work!" He barked at me as he pulled on his clothes. I pulled my clothes back on and slithered out of his office, still not believing him, 'not mom' I thought.

I showered after my shift and walked home, milling over the new circumstances that had come up. I could see mom was upset when I got home, "Let's sit and talk baby," she said as we moved towards the sofa. She took my hand in hers, "Baby, I've had to fuck Mr. Brighton almost from my first day of work," she confided to me, "We had to live baby, and he was going to fire me if I didn't." 

She pushed her head to my shoulder and cried, I patted her back. "He told me if I didn't do it, he'd fire us both," I told her as my tears flowed. 

"All of those times that I got called into work, was to fuck him or someone he had promised a good time to," she confessed and her tears intensified. We sat there in each others arms for awhile and then the phone rang and she got up to answer it and she came back and sat down and took my hand again. 

"It was him baby, he wants us both at the same time, right now. We can leave if you want, we don't have to do this. We'll make it some how," she tried to comfort me.

"We have to do as he says for now mom, we can't think about leaving until we're prepared," I said as I stroked her hair. 

"Yes, baby, you're right," and we got up to leave. We hardly spoke as we drove to his home, a big house set way back off the road. She pulled up front and we got out and went to the door, and were shown to a large drawing room. We sat and soon were joined by Tod and his uncle and they stood in front of us trying to decide which one got which woman. 

They led us to a large room in the back of the house and told us to strip, and mom and I nervously fumbled to take our clothes off. I hadn't seen my mom naked for a couple of years, and kept glancing over as she stripped, she was a beautiful woman! Her tits were like large cantaloupes, very firm and had big nipples jutting out, and her hips were a little larger than mine and her body formed an hour glass design, whereas mine was fairly uniform with little shape to it. Not that I was fat, but my waist just barely showed over my hips. She had a nicely trimmed brown bush and over her slit, she was shaved clean. 

Tod grabbed mom by the shoulders and pushed her to her knees and pushed his cock to her lips and she took it in and began to suck him. Mr. B did the same with me and mom and I knelt there as we both had our mouths fucked. Tod came first, violently as he grabbed a handful of mom's hair and screamed as he unloaded into her mouth, I could see her trying to swallow it. 

Mr. B soon followed, his jism running down my chin as I fought to swallow it all. Then they switched and repeated the blow jobs, becoming erect in our mouths and Tod reached down and grabbed a handful of my tit and squeezed as he came and his cum mixed with his uncle's on my chin. Mr. B soon shot his load into mom's mouth and she struggled to keep it in her mouth as it leaked out of the corners. 

They sat down and had a drink and mom and I went over to the sink and cleaned up, and I told her that everything would be alright. She touched my shoulder and said that she was sorry for everything and I assured her that it wasn't her fault, I was a big girl now and she gave me a hug and a kiss. Tod then instructed mom to suck his uncle and he was going to fuck her doggy and I was to watch, because it was my turn next. 

My mom looked so hot being assaulted from both ends at once, her body is so hot and watching her tits thrash as she was fucked made me jealous, as mine didn't have enough to them to hardly move. They fucked her with a fury as they plowed into both ends of her at once and I saw them jerk and pump my mom full all at once. 

Tod slapped her ass as he withdrew, causing her to jump, and he laughed. Mom stayed there on her hands and knees as Mr. B emptied his remaining cum into her mouth and then she got up and sat on the chair, wiping her chin. They had another drink and then beckoned me to assume mom's previous position and I hesitantly did. This time, they switched places and soon I felt Mr. B's cock slide into me from behind and Tod stuck his cock in my mouth. 

They fucked me like a tag team as they coordinated their assaults and soon they both came again, only this time in me. They finished and pulled their cocks out of me and I moved over to sit next to mom. "Y'all can go now," Mr. B said and turned to fix another drink. Mom and I got dressed and as we were leaving, I told mom I needed to use the bathroom and she went on to the car. 

When I finally came out to the car, I had mom move over and I drove. She looked puzzled as I took the ramp to the interstate, "Where you going, baby?" she asked me. I opened my shirt and pulled out a wad of $100 bills, "Wherever we want mom," and smiled, as I had went to the bathroom, I opened the wrong door and there before me was an open safe and I had seen to it that mom and I were compensated for our time. We never looked back and they were too scared to report it.