Storiesonline.net ------- Smithfield's Secret Life by JiMC Copyright© 2005 by JiMC ------- Description: Just one day in the amazing adventures of Smithfield Walters. Codes: MF Mf fant cons non-con Blkm ------- Copyright This story is copyright (c) 2005. All rights are reserved by the author, including that of publication. Posting on-line is only allowed when permission is explicitly granted by the author, and then only for the complete story, including this disclaimer. Contact the author at for more information, referring to this story ("Smitty's Secret Life"). I explicitly grant permission to post this story on storiesonline.net and asstr.org (only!). The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional. References to actual products and brand names are meant for illustrative purposes and not intended to imply either endorsement or dislike for any particular product. This is a story that describes sexually explicit situations in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems similar to the one we live in. My target audience is adults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds. ------- Smithfield Walters was pumping away on top of Bernice, his boss's receptionist. The two were in a supply closet and he had her bent over one of the smaller filing cabinets. "Yeah, Smitty! Keep doing that!" Bernice whispered with a grunt. "You... you're so amazing... keep doing that!" Smitty had his hands around Bernice's breasts, and was kneading them roughly. Her nipples seemed very sensitive, Smitty noticed. Despite the fact that Bernice always wore frumpy outfits, Smitty long suspected the treasures that her baggy shirts were hiding. Bernice seemed to love Smitty's rough treatment of her breasts. "Harder!" Bernice whispered with some urgency. Smitty pulled harder on Bernice's breasts and he felt her cunt muscles contract around his erection, adding more stimulation to his organ. He wouldn't last much longer, and he was glad that Bernice reached her climax. Another jerk from Smitty while he pulled even harder on Bernice's abused breasts and his own climax started. He could feel the pulses shoot out into Bernice's unprotected womb. Her recalled the short conversation that they had when they first entered the closet. "Oh, Smitty! We can't!" Bernice cried. "It's my fertile time of the month!" Smitty simply smirked and continued to unbutton his trousers. He knew that Bernice was a devout Catholic and would never even consider the use of any contraception, even with the threat of AIDS or other sexually transmitted diseases. Bernice gasped when Smitty pulled his pants and boxers long down. His organ, which was usually only around three inches when flaccid, tended to grow enormous when he was excited, and Bernice's lovely jugs were the sort of things that got Smitty excited. Once Bernice saw the size of Smitty's erection, she was hooked, just as Smitty expected. Bernice wasn't the first to be impressed by Smitty's manliness, nor would she be the last. Bernice was whimpering from their copulation now, and Smitty felt a bit exhausted from the workout. He slowly pulled his member from Bernice and sat on top of another filing cabinet. After a few moments, Bernice got up from the cabinet she was laying on top of. She turned to look at Smitty... a co-worker, of all things! "I'll need you to clean me off. If you can get me to come again while you do it, I may take you for another go in a few days." Bernice gasped at what Smitty suggested. Did he really expect her to perform oral sex on him, to put his disgusting organ in her mouth and--what was the word?--fellate him? "Smitty, I'm not..." "Fine," Smitty said with a shrug. "I'll find some other cow in the pasture." Bernice looked as if she was slapped in the face. Another shrug, and Smitty stood up from his seat on top of the filing cabinet. He spied Bernice's underwear that he removed earlier and quickly snapped them up. Bernice was still a bit shocked at Smitty's actions, and she reached out to grab her underclothes, but Smitty smacked her hand away. "If you won't suck me, then I can use these rags to clean myself off." "No!" Bernice said, a bit loudly, forgetting for a moment that they were in the supply closet and others might be outside and hear them. "Suck it or lose them," Smitty warned. With a sigh, Bernice realized she had no other choice. She knelt down as Smitty sat back on top of the filing cabinet, waiting. His dick was starting to come back to life... ------- Smitty finished cleaning himself off in the mens' room and smiled. He knew that Bernice had wonderful breasts, and she'd love to be handled roughly. "Another day, another bitch," Smitty thought to himself, remembering that wonderful encounter. "I may give her another shot, but I'll wait a week or so. In about ten days, she'll probably be wetting her pants for another try." Smitty flushed the toilet and washed his hands. Another employee came in as he was drying his hands with the paper towels. Smitty gave the visitor, Fred from the other side of the building, a knowing wink. "What a weirdo," Fred thought to himself as he saw Smitty's lecherous wink. On his way back to his cubicle, Smitty passed Bernice's desk. She was sitting there, and didn't give any outward sign that they just partook of the forbidden fruit just down the hallway. With a cool air, Smitty walked past Bernice with the slightest smirk, and didn't even glance back at Bernice as he made his way to his desk. Bernice, for her part, simply shook her head after Smitty passed. "What a weirdo," Bernice thought to herself, while giving an unconscious shiver in reaction. ------- Smitty left his desk at 11:30 to head to the mall across the street. There was a food court where he could have a salad and a diet soda for less than five bucks. Sitting at one of the tables, there were always a bunch of nubile teenagers milling about. "There's one," Smitty though to himself, watching a raven-haired teenager suck at a straw. "I bet she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch." The girl was with two of her girl friends, but she was the beauty of the three. She was wearing a plain white blouse and tight jeans. From Smitty's vantage point, he had a great view of the girl. Her breasts were on the small side, and Smitty mentally compared them to the floppy breasts of Bernice's. The girl picked up a french fry from one of her friends' plates, and stuck it playfully in her mouth. "You look totally like a slut, Eunice!" one of the friends remarked. "Hmm," Smitty pondered. "First Bernice, maybe Eunice next." The three girls got up from their table and emptied their trays in one of the nearby trash cans. They said their good-byes and each girl left in a separate direction. Smitty noticed that Eunice headed for the department store. "I wonder if she'll come back out this way, or if she's going home." ------- About fifteen minutes later, Smitty almost didn't recognize Eunice as she came back out of the store. Gone were the tight jeans and white blouse. Eunice was now wearing a bright orange skirt and a yellow blouse. Smitty noticed that Eunice carried no shopping bags. A wicked smile appeared on Smitty's lips as he realized the situation. "Excuse me, miss?" Smitty said, grabbing Eunice on the shoulder in a forceful, yet gentle manner. "Huh?" Eunice said, surprised at the unexpected contact. "Who are you?" "Store security," Smitty said, lying to her face. "That skirt and blouse belongs to Macy's, not you." "These are my clothes!" Eunice protested, although not very loud as she didn't want to make a big scene. "Please come with me," Smitty said with authority. He tightened his grip on Eunice's shoulder and started walking back toward the food court. "Where are you taking me?" Eunice demanded. Smitty simply scowled at her and then continued walking in a determined manner. He found a nearly empty section of the food court and surprised the young girl by turning around to face her quickly. "Miss, you entered Macy's wearing a pair of jeans and a white blouse. You came out wearing this outfit. You did not purchase what you are wearing, so you are a shoplifter. If I contact the police, your parents and school administration will be notified, and if convicted, you could get up to six months in reform school. Is that outfit worth it?" Smitty could tell by the terror in Eunice's eyes that he correctly gauged the situation. He pressed his advantage. "Do you think department store security consists of dumb asses who don't know how to use security cameras or how to find out who you are and where you live?" "Huh?" Eunice asked, confused. "Come on, Eunice," Smitty said, emphasizing her name to let her know that he knew quite a bit about her. It looked as if all the air left Eunice's body. There was no more fight in her. This creepy guy had her to rights. "I'm... I'm sorry..." "Stop it!" Smitty said, his voice full of command. "If you don't want me to report you, you'll have to pay for that outfit." "But I don't have any money!" Eunice admitted, frightened. Smitty sneered at the youngster. "You have two lips, a tongue, and a virgin pussy you can offer me." Smitty pointed to the restrooms nearby. "See the mens' room over there? I'm going to go in there in two minutes. I want you in one of those stalls without a stitch of clothing on. If you give me what I want, I'll let you keep the outfit, and give you a warning not to try to shoplift again. So, what will it be? The mens' room or the police station?" The color ran out of Eunice's face. This was all happening too fast for her. She was caught shoplifting, and now she was going to have to give her virginity to this weird old guy if she didn't want to get arrested. Her parents would kill her! Without an answer, Eunice went to the mens' room, hoping that the room would be empty. Smitty watched the teenager leave and felt the thrill of victory. "Another piece of ass is mine!" Smitty thought. He followed Eunice quietly into the mens' room. Smitty saw only one stall occupied and recognized Eunice's pumps on her feet. He could hear an occasional sniff and the rustle of clothing. After a couple moments when Smitty could hear no more movement, he knocked on the door to the stall loudly. "Open up." Eunice opened up the door and saw her tormentor enter. She blushed as Smitty ogled her nudity. Smitty pushed past the frightened girl and sat down on the toilet, pulling his pants down in a smooth motion. "Get me hard," Smitty ordered. "I've never done this..." "Shut up and suck me!" Eunice did as she was ordered. She put the man's shriveled organ into her mouth and almost threw up in reaction to putting it in there. She fought for control and started to make sucking motions. "Jack me, you fucking bitch!" At first, Eunice didn't understand what the man meant, but her mind went back to a time when she and her two friends watched a porno during a sleepover. When the actress sucked a guy, she also moved her hand up and down. She associated this with the term "jack" as in "jack off" and did as she was instructed. Smitty's cock grew in Eunice's virgin mouth. The teenager seemed a bit surprised by this reaction, but continued sucking. It didn't take long for Smitty to start feeling those contractions that indicated his impending release. All of a sudden, a suck and a fuck wasn't what he wanted. Instead, he pushed Eunice's head from his dick as his first spurt shot out, hitting Eunice in the face. Eunice was quite surprised by the man's action, but she remembered that the porno actress received similar treatment on the video. Thinking that this was her job, she let the man jack himself off, shooting his semen over her face, her neck, her tits. Smitty looked at the stunned teenager who was wearing his love seed on her naked body. With a smirk, he picked the yellow blouse from the coat hook on the door to the stall, and used it to wipe the remnants of the semen from his dick. He threw the blouse at the stupid girl and pulled up his pants. Eunice was in shock when she saw the man clean himself with the blouse. It would be impossible to clean that blouse without going to a dry cleaner! She didn't have money for that! Smitty pushed his way past Eunice and left the stall, not even bothering to wash his hands. He had enough of that stupid twat for now. As he left the bathroom, he noticed a group of three boys entering the room. Smitty smiled to himself as he considered what would happen to that stupid bitch when the three guys discovered her. ------- "You're late from lunch," Bernice told Smitty as he came out of the elevator. "Mr. Rosen wants to see you." Smitty looked at his watch, and saw that it was 12:35. He was five minutes late, but then he remembered that there was a 12:30 meeting scheduled in the conference room. Shit! How could he have forgotten that? Smitty rushed to the room, and Mr. Rosen glanced up as Smitty entered. "Mr. Walters, I'm glad you could join us." Smitty's boss then turned back to the customer and continued with his sales pitch. "This line was successful in Austria and London and should be an easy sell here on the West Coast..." ------- "Smits?" a husky voice with a German accent called out as Smitty walked down what he thought was a deserted sidewalk. Smitty turned and saw the blonde. She held a lit cigarette holder in her hand. "Inga?" Smitty asked. "Da," Inga said. "They said you would be American, but didn't say you were--how you say?--stud?" "You're pretty stacked yourself, Sweetie," Smitty responded with a leer. "I have what you're looking for," Inga said, looking around to make sure they were still alone. "The Brassenwilde Line?" Smitty asked. "Is that what you're wearing?" "Brassenwilde is lingerie," Inga said, giving a husky laugh. "Is that what you're wearing?" Smitty repeated. "You'd have to..." Inga paused long enough for Smitty's heart to beat twice. "See for yourself, Stud Smits." "It's Smitty." "I like the name Smits better." "Let's see the Brassenwilde, honey." "You Americans. All talk and no action!" Inga gave a playful laugh. Smitty had enough. He reached out and grabbed Inga's blouse with a force that surprised even him. The blouse tore easily, revealing a nearly transparent lace bra. "You like Brassenwilde?" Inga said, her eyes sparkling. "I need to see the whole package." Smitty reached again and pulled Inga's skirt and it ripped off, leaving Inga wearing a matching set of thong panties. Inga didn't seem disturbed to be on the street at night practically naked. "You like?" she repeated. With two more pulls, the expensive lingerie was history, leaving poor Inga naked. "You brute!" Inga said, sighing the last word. "Smitty takes what Smitty likes." Smitty was already hard and he unzipped his trousers to reveal his enormous cock. Inga's eyes grew wide as Smitty picked her up effortlessly and deposited her forcefully on his erect member. Luckily, Smitty's tearing of Inga's clothes seemed to have excited her, and her love tunnel provided surprising amounts of lubrication. Even so, Inga gasped as she bottomed out on Smitty's erection as the tip of his cock reached her cervix. "You... you're huge!" Inga said, breathlessly. "You're mine," Smitty answered, and started to move Inga up and down over his member. "I'm yours," Inga agreed. "How about the Brassenwilde account, Sweetie?" Smitty asked, not stopping his merciless pounding of the Austrian lady. "It's yours." "I thought so. I'll take the Brassenwilde account, and then I'll take your ass!" ------- Mr. Rosen's voice boomed in Smitty's head. "Isn't that right, Smitty?" Smitty found himself in unfamiliar surroundings. Gone was the doorway where Inga and he were in a mad, passionate embrace. Instead, Smitty was sitting in an office chair, next to Mr. Rosen, who was sitting at the head of the conference table. "That's correct, Jack," Smitty said automatically, knowing that Mr. Rosen only asked for confirmation of his own ideas. Mr. Rosen smiled. "One of our agents managed to get a one year exclusive deal on the Brassenwilde product, and our research shows that it should be the biggest seller out there." The customer looked bored, but nodded his head. "We have a catalog as well," Mr. Rosen offered. The customer's interest piqued at that revelation. ------- "Smits! You can't be serious!" Smitty was bored. Inga was a hot number, but after her cunt, ass, and mouth, there was little left of her that interested him. "I am serious." "She's my sister! She's only eighteen." "That's legal in this country and in America." Inga looked at Smitty, defeated. Of course he was going to get her sister. He was going to take photographs and show them to everybody in the states. "Can I at least wear the panties?" "Nothing for you, Sweetie. As for your sister... what's her name, by the way?" "Eva." "Eva can wear anything from the Brassenwilde line, but she will also be wearing my cum on her face, on her tits, over her ass and her belly." "You are brute!" Inga hissed. "Count on it," Smitty sneered. Smitty called upstairs. "Eva, come down here!" "You do it now?" Inga asked, truly afraid. "You've already made love to me four times. You can't make love again. You are man!" "I bet your sister will help raise the dead," Smitty said with a sneer. Eva came downstairs wearing only a robe. "Who are you?" Before Inga could answer, Smitty replied, "Your boyfriend. Come over here and give me a kiss." "Inga! What is this man?" "Do it now!" Smitty ordered. Eva looked at her sister and saw nothing but defeat in her eyes. She automatically walked over to Smitty and raised her arms as if to hug him. As she did so, the untied robe started to part... ------- "That's great!" Mr. Rosen said, rising from his chair. "I knew that you'd see that this product is going to be the one that everybody will be talking about next month. We have a number of actresses--big names!--dying to model the line." Smitty smiled, happy that they were able to close the deal, but also in memory of Eva's charms that were revealed to him that night in Innsbruck. Everybody shook hands and the meeting was over. There was a message light on Smitty's phone when he got back to his office. He dialed into voice mail and heard the voice of his wife. "Please remember to pick up some new shoes on the way home. Also..." ------- "Fuck you, bitch!" Smitty roared at his wife. "What am I, your fucking delivery boy? Why can't you pick up the damned shoes yourself?" "I'm... I'm sorry, Smitty!" Vera stammered. "I just thought..." "You're not allowed to think!" Smitty slapped his wife as she stood in front of him, naked. She bore him two children, the last one twenty years ago, and put on about fifty pounds afterward, much to his consternation. Vera wasn't very pretty to look at, but he did promise to love her "for as long as we both shall live." A promise made is one worth keeping, after all. Idly, Smitty considered the .357 that he kept hidden upstairs. Vera would have been shocked to know that he actually purchased it. She didn't even know that he was a marksman when he was in the Army... "Nah," Smitty decided to himself. "In cases of murder, the husband is always the prime suspect. Besides, she has a talented tongue." Vera recognized the look on her husband's face, and silently dropped to her knees. She unbuttoned his trousers... ------- "You have mail!" "Damned computer," Smitty growled. He clicked around on his screen and saw that it was just some SPAM. Didn't they install those junk mail filters yet? The clock on the desk showed that there was only a couple of minutes before he would leave to go home. Smitty sighed and put on his fedora... the one his wife despised. Smitty got on the elevator and was surprised that he was alone. He wondered how many floors this would last. As if to answer him, the elevator stopped at the next floor. A single woman got on and pressed the "Lobby" button. ------- SLAP! "That's for ignoring me!" Smitty growled. The woman looked stunned. "I'm... I'm sorry..." Smitty unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. "Words don't impress me, bitch!" The woman was shocked. The elevator could stop at any time, and this guy was exposing his dick to her. Looking at the man's face, she realized that this was indeed a very powerful guy. His look of determination was all it took for her to realize that she was powerless in his presence. Slowly, the woman started to squat. "You've got less than a minute before the door opens, Sweetie. Get me off and you can swallow it. If the door opens, you will continue sucking me until I spray it all over your face and clothes, and you won't be allowed to wipe it off until after you get home." As if she were a starving dog attacking a steak, she moved her face to his crotch with inhuman speed, sucking his member as if her life depended upon it... ------- The doors opened in the lobby and Smitty and the woman left. The security guard barely gave the two of them a glance as they passed him. Smitty got into his car and turned the key in the ignition. The car roared to life. "Time to go home," Smitty thought. "Oh, yeah. I needed to pick up something..." ------- Smitty knew that they were following him. He pressed harder on the accelerator but it was already floored. He started weaving in and out of the four lanes of the freeway. It was rush hour, but it seemed as if the cars ahead of him sensed his need and gave him room. The car handled well. A mechanic friend of Smitty's augmented the suspension and tightened up the engine to put out some extra horsepower. It required premium gasoline now, but money was of little matter when your life was on the line. He looked in the rear view mirror and saw what he hoped he wouldn't see: there was a familiar face that he saw at the airport in Berlin when he came back from Europe his last trip. Smitty never forgot a face, and this guy's was ugly enough to stand out. From the left lane, he down shifted the transmission and gunned the car to the right lane exit, barely missing a couple of cars already queued in the exit ramp. He saw his pursuer looking frantic trying to make the exit, but he reacted a split second too late and slammed into the back of a tractor trailer. Another car hit the pursuer, and right before Smitty left the freeway, he could see that a massive accident was already started. ------- What did he need to pick up again? He already picked up his shoes, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember the other thing that Vera requested of him. Toothpaste? Gum drops? Licorice? It was something from the grocery store, that's all he could remember. Smitty stood at the entrance to the supermarket, lost in thought. What was he supposed to get? Normally, he wasn't forgetful, but he couldn't remember what his wife asked him to pick up. Vera was already cooking dinner, so it couldn't be anything for dinner. However, he knew that if he didn't get it, she'd start up and say, "Did you remember the whats-its-name?" Vera sometimes liked to look superior to her husband, despite all the pressures and worries that came with his job. "Dog biscuits!" Smitty uttered aloud, suddenly remembering. A couple of old ladies behind Smitty giggled. "He said 'dog biscuits!'" one said to the other. Smitty headed for the pet aisle and found the Milk Bones. ------- "Why are you sticking those Milk Bones in my ass?" the old lady shouted as she looked back at Smitty in horror. "Your pussy is too old and dry," Smitty laughed mercilessly. He glanced at the other biddy, whose naked breasts could only be compared to prunes. Bile rose in his throat, but Smitty was determined. When the other woman was nude, Smitty announced, "You, grandma, are going to eat these dog bones from her ass!" One is never too old to learn how to respect others. ------- "You're finally home," Vera said. "I was worried about you! What took you so long?" Smitty didn't answer, but simply stared at his wife. He could smell the roast beef that was already out of the oven, ready for him to slice it. "Oh, my," Vera said, altering her look from worry to concern. "You're having one of your days." Smitty didn't answer, but cocked his head at Vera's voice. "What's in the box?" Vera asked. As if he were a robot, Smitty handed the box to Vera. "You remembered the shoes!" Vera said, smiling. "Did you remember the whats-its-name? The dog biscuits?" Smitty sighed and remembered that he left the bag on the steps as he used the key to open the door to his house. HE turned back and opened the door, reached down and picked up the Milk Bones. "That's wonderful. Still, I wish you'd let Dr. Renshaw look you over." Vera handed her husband his martini, and tsked-tsked at him a bit before turning to go back into the kitchen. ------- "Fuck the blindfold!" Smitty growled. "None of you have the balls to get me!" He spit the cigarette they offered him onto the ground. "It takes a man like me to bang the general's wife and two daughters and turn them into whores!" Arrogant and disdainful, Smitty Walters stared the men down as he faced the firing squad. Smitty the Undefeated, the inscrutable, proud and heroic to the end. ------- Dear Reader, I would like to take this time to state, for the record, that this story is based upon a famous short story written in 1941. In fact, I have incorporated a few lines and names from that original story to indicate my debt of gratitude to that story's author. Thanks J.T. and may your soul rest in peace! Sincerely, JiMC ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-04-25 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------