Mike must give up his most prized possession to get his most prized job.
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Getting the Promotion
I am a 30 year old regional sales manager happily married to my wife, Lindsey for 5 years now. She is 25 years old, a brunette with hair that just reaches her shoulders, 5'7" tall and a body to die for. I was attracted to her the moment I saw her. This story also includes my boss, Bill Evans, who is 5 years older than me with a commanding attitude and a well built body to back it up.
I arrived to work on Monday morning at 7:30 A.M. Just like any other morning, I reviewed the week’s tasks and went about calling customers for his upcoming sales meetings. I have been a regional sales manager for 10 years now, and although very successful, I know it will be difficult to climb the corporate ladder anymore without a miracle.
As I sat the phone down on my third call, my boss, Bill Evans, came strolling into my office. “Good morning Mike” Bill said behind a quirky smile. “How’s your day going?” I replied with mock enthusiasm knowing that a visit from my boss was either extremely good or extremely bad, usually the latter. “I have something that I need to talk to you about. One of our board mbers has retired and there is an opening that I think you should apply for. It’s a position that would give you total power over the sales force here in the states along with six figures and some pretty hefty benefits. What do you think?” I was speechless. This was finally the break that I had been longing for. “I would love to have that position Bill, you know I would. What do I need to do to apply?” Bill looked at me and grinned mischievously, “We have a meeting with the Board of Directors tomorrow and they assigned me to write out a letter of recommendation for the candidate of my choice. I was thinking that we could have dinner at your place tonight and I could tell Lindsey myself. Sound good?” Not wanting to spoil the moment, the mood or my promotion I said that I would do anything. He looked long and hard at me then said that I should go home and talk to my wife, and maybe come up with a way to "satisfy" him so that I could get my promotion.
I gave a confused look but it soon dawned on me that it was Lindsey that he wanted to satisfy him.
“After all, your wife is very attractive and I know how badly that you want this promotion. Maybe you could talk her into helping you. If she is willing to help you with this decision, I can see myself recommending you tomorrow to the board. If not, I think that I can find someone else that would like to move up the ladder.” He gave me a vicious smile.
As my heart pounded and my fists clenched together he said, “Mike if you do anything drastic I will have to fire you. I will personally make sure you wont find a job anywhere in this country. What do you say?”
As my eyes trailed to my desk I said, “What exactly do you want from my wife, just so we are clear on this.”
“I think you know what I want Mike.”
“Tell me Bill,” I nearly screamed, veins bulging.
He approached my desk and rested his palms on the front of the wooden surface and whispered, “I am going to fuck your wife senseless Mike. And if you refuse, you can hit the fucking road, got it?” I just looked at him before passing him on the way out the door.
Lindsey met me at the door with a kiss, "How was your day baby?" she asked with her cute smile. I just kissed her back and went up to take a shower. When I got out I told her what had happened at work that day. She was furious at my boss. “This is fucking blackmail!”
Initially she wanted me to report him for harassment but when I explained what kind of promotion it was she realized how much the job meant to me and the fear I had of not being able to find another one if he fired me.
She said, "I know how much this means to you sweetheart, but what are we to do?"
I kissed her on the lips and asked, "Would you do it for me sweetheart?" I couldn't believe I was really saying this to my beautiful wife who I love so much, but I felt desperate.
She was silent for a long while. I could tell that she was shocked. Finally she said, "I'll do it. I know the job means a lot to you, and besides we can’t last long with you unemployed."
I jumped up and kissed her, "Oh honey, you don't have to do it if you don't want to, I don't want you to do it if you feel you can't."
She smiled a little shakily at me and said, "Baby, we don't have much of a choice. I know how hard it'll be for you to start from scratch again. No, I'll go for it as long as you can stand it too."
I could hear the satisfied tone in Bill's voice when I told him that my wife had agreed. "Good for you Mike! I'm sure that you made the right choice! I'll have you moved into a new office to go along with your promotion. Tell your wife that I'll be over around 8:00 o'clock!"
I didn’t know what to do or how to act when Mike arrived. He quickly laid out the rules for the evening. “If you do anything that I tell you not to, or if you touch me in any way, you will lose your job. Understood?”
“Yes,” I replied.
Then he turned to my wife.
“You will do anything that I say for the remainder of the night. Understand?”
Reluctantly, my wife shook her head in defeat.
With that, he told her to go put a dress on and begin to serve us dinner.
When Lindsey returned she looked fantastic. She had her hair in a pony tail and had put on a sundress that clearly defined every curve on her body. I could tell that Bill’s dick was getting hard as she approached.
She sat out dinner and we ate like normal.
When Bill finished his plate he asked Lindsey to put his plate up so that some of the table space was cleared. When she leaned forward to grab his plate he placed his hand on her hip and looked into her face with a frown. “Put the plate back down and don’t move a muscle.” Lindsey stopped moving while she was leaning over the table and Bill got out of his seat and walked around behind her. He told her not to move as his hands went under her dress, stopped momentarily, and then came back into view. It was then that I realized that he had felt Lindsey’s thong when he grabed her earlier and now he was sliding it down her legs only inches from my face. It was almost like he was teasing himself because he still couldn’t see her pussy, but he kept sliding them until they were lying on the floor.
After getting her panties off he directed her to keep cleaning up the kitchen until the table was cleared. He sat in his chair and told me not to move and told my wife to stand with each of her legs outside of his knees. In doing so, her legs were about 2 feet apart with her covered navel only inches from his face when he looked up at her and said “Show me your pussy.” My wife’s eyes met mine instead of doing what she had been told and he raised his voice and said, “That’s right, I want you to show me your pussy right in front of your husband.” This time she did not hesitate. She grabed the bottom of her sundress and pulled upward until her pussy came into view. Bill smiled before reaching up and rubing her clit with his thumb. Lindsey quickly exhaled when he did this and Bill noticed. “Do you like that? Do you like getting slutty in front of your husband?” My wife did not reply except to tilt her head back and close her eyes. When Bill seen this he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her clit, causing her to let out a moan. “I knew you wanted this you sexy little fuck.” As soon as he returned his thumb to her clit she began to shake in orgasm. Bill immediately stood up and whispered something in her ear. While keeping pressure on her clit she began to take his pants off. He pushed her down beside my chair and asked her what she was doing. I couldn’t believe my ears when she said “I want your dick in my mouth.” With this Bill pulled out his 7” cock and presented it to my wife. She looked at me and unbelievingly said “Watch this,” as she plunged his cock down her throat. In disbelief I watched as my wife deep throated his seven inches. Bill told her to get it good and wet. This made her make slurping noises and her spit begin to trail off of his dick onto his balls. When a large amount had been produced he grabed her by the hair and pulled his cock out of her mouth. With his other hand he grabed the base of his cock and slapped her face with it, causing her spit to get all over her face. The entire time I am only a foot away in my chair watching my wife service him. When her face was slick with her spit and his pre cum, he started to rub his cock all over her cheeks and lips. When she tried to turn away he would smack her on the forehead with his huge cock.
Finally, after he stopped slapping her he whispered something else into her ear and she took off her sun dress revealing her tight abs and her C sized tits. He took her nipple into his mouth as she placed her ass on the edge of the table and leaned back onto her elbows. Bill turned my chair so that I was looking between her legs and commanded her “Tell him what you want.” “I want you to fuck me Bill,” Lindsey replied. Then she looked at me and said, “And I want Mike to watch.” I listened as Bill told me not to move as my wife spread her legs for his cock. He moved in between her legs and aimed his cock at her pussy and pushed.
Bill was smiling to himself as he slowly slid his thick cock into my petite wife's pussy, the pussy that only I had fucked up until now.
Lindsey looked as if she was in heaven. Initially she gave out a loud cry as if she were in pain from his thick entry. But after a couple of strokes she started to meet his thrusts and after a while even wrapped her legs around his waist and start to wildly fuck him back.
At the sight of her legs wrapped around his waist I dropped my head, looking at the floor. Bill noticed this and got angry and told Lindsey to stand up and made her bend over. He then placed her hands on the back of my chair for balance and pulled her head up by her hair so that she was looking directly into my eyes only inches from my face. “Look at your wife while she takes my dick. Look at her!” He said as he began to plow into her from behind. Lindsey was whimpering with every thrust now, unable to hide her lust for his big cock. It didn’t take long like this for Bill to reach his orgasm. He leaned over and whispered into her ear where I could hear it, “Where do you want me to shoot my load Lindsey?” My wife turned her head to look him in the eye before saying “Flood my cunt with your load. Bury it inside of me.” This was too much for Bill to take. I watched as he grabed her hips and sank his cock in her as deep as it could go and suddenly stop. He pulled her head up to look me in the eye as he shot his load into her pussy. Her eyes shot open and I know she felt every hot blast from his dick as he pumped her cunt full of his cum. Five, Six, Seven times he flinched and she whimpered as he blasted her with each surge from his dick. After he finished he leaned over and told her to place her hands on the table and not to stand upright. He made me look at her well beaten pussy. While I was starting at her stretched hole his load began to seep out and Bill pushed my head towards it. I don’t know why, but I ate his load out of her cunt. It seemed to never stop. He came so much in her that she couldn’t keep it in her even as she leaned over the table.
Bill fucked my wife twice more that night. And both times he made me watch. He had her ride him, he took her in our bed and he even fucked her on our washing machine. I just hope this is all done after tonight.
Chapters of Cheat
One bold woman...A free life....What do you expect?
#1
"Dear Diary,
Today it begins.
Love."
_________________________
The entry was as simple as that. 6 shots of Amarula, Bruised bones, Catfights, and a day later, Vienna was almost smearing war paint on her face.
Her new air of confidence and new lease to life made it easy for her to lead this madness she had caught.
She picked up her phone and dialled a number.
The phone rang twice before an unfamiliar voice answered it. "I thought you blacklisted me?", he said
"It's time for some sex, come over NOW, and cover your face Mystery man. I want this to be as mysterious as possible. I want to keep guessing who you are" Vienna said.
Mystery man's surprise was evident even though he said nothing.
"I'll explain some other time. Right now, I need your body, and I'm giving you mine", she reassured, and disconnected the call.
Bath time she thought and quickly took off her clothes. As she was stepping ino the bath, a thought crossed her mind. She ran back out into her room, her <<<breasts juggling as she did, before she picked up the phone and typed out a text
"I'm having sex with Mystery man in 10 minutes. Have lots to talk to you about. will call you tonight"
She sent the text and rushed to the bathroom
Ten minutes to sex with a complete stranger...who is also my secret admirer.... maybe I shouldn't bother getting changed and dressed, he'll like me anyway....."
As she shut the bathroom door, the phone lying on the bed lit up.
"Message delivered to Sandra"
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Continue reading Chapters of Cheat # 2
GAG-A-RIFIC BARRY part 3
A few days after the extreme humiliation revenge that we put on Barry, both Jenna and I were still thinking about it. The story was spreading wildly and tons of people were asking us all about it. Jenna and I would be riding in her car and one of us would just start giggling and the other would join in. We both knew that we had pulled off the biggest revenge scene in the history of Girl Power. The satisfaction was incredible.
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I was called by Sara, an acquaintance of mine who had heard all about what happened to Barry. She said that she knew that Barry was required to attend counseling by the judge. She also said that her cousin was finishing her graduate degree in psychology and was working as an intern at a counseling center. Sara had found out that her cousin was going to see Barry. I asked Sara if her cousin would have a little fun with Barry. Sara was unsure so Jenna and I decided to talk to the cousin. Sara's cousin, Becca, was willing to talk with us over the phone. She could not tell us anything but we could tell her everything. When I told Becca how Barry had cheated on me, she was disgusted. Becca stated, "I am completely a feminist and I cannot stand guys who cheat." We filled Becca in on the whole story and she thought it was hilarious. She said that she was not sure that she could help us out but would see what she could do.
Meanwhile, I contacted Barry to see if he intended on following through with his promise to be a French Maid for a sorority girl. He was rather snotty on the phone and said that he was not going to be someone's French Maid. I asked him about wearing a short skirt to court and he yelled, "uuuggggghhhhhh....you brat!" and hung up on me. It was sooo funny. Jenna had the idea to lure Barry over to our place and get him dressed as a French Maid. I told her that there was no way he would do it. Jenna, ingenius as ever, thought of a plan. I called Barry again, but this time I did not mock him. Instead, I told him that I was sorry and wanted to talk to him. I have to admit that I was a little surprised that Barry agreed to it. Then again, Barry is certainly not known as being very smart. In fact, he is completely an air-head.
When Barry arrived at my place, Jenna and I tried our best to not laugh. However, we could not help grinning with satisfaction once in awhile. Barry would stand with his hands on his hips...glaring at us and running his tongue back and forth over his upper teeth. I told Barry that I was sorry and that I wanted to talk to him. I must admit, he looked great in his tight jeans. But I kept seeing him sucking cocks in my mind. We all sat down and Jenna brought him a glass of lemonade. But Jenna had put crushed sleeping pills into the lemonade. Barry drank the lemonade and began telling us how incredibly barrassed he was over everything that had happened. He kept saying, "I am soooo barrassed!" - over and over. Jenna and I were trying hard not to laugh at Barry. After about 20 minutes, Barry began to repeat himself and then he started to get drowsy. He said he felt tired and wanted to go home. I told him to lay down on our couch to nap. He did not even have time to agree before he collapsed into a deep sleep. We figured that he would be out for about 4 hours...which gave us plenty of time to work our plan.
Our plan started with Jenna getting a red French Maid dress from a girlfriend of hers. It came with some assessories and Jenna picked up some additional items. Meanwhile, I stripped Barry down to his panties. He was, of course, wearing a thong - a red lace thong. Jenna returned with the clothing materials and we put black thigh-hi lace stockings on him. His outfit also had a black taffeta petticoat and a red French Maid dress. Jenna had gotten black lace gloves, a black lace choker, a black and red leg garter, a small black and white lace hat, and black pumps. We dressed Barry and carefully applied full make-up. His lips were bright red with Covergirl Eternal Flame lipstick. Barry looked so sexy as a French Maid...lying there fast asleep. Since we had gotten our handcuffs back before Barry was arrested...we used those to cuff his hands behind his back and his ankles togther. Then we carried him to Jenna's car and took him over to the Sorority house.
By the time Barry woke up, he was tied over a bench and Jenna, Sara and I were joined by 5 Sorority girls to spank Barry silly. His tiny red lace thong was just begging to be swatted. He was dis-oriented, but still cute in his make-up. We used a large Sorority paddle and pounded his cute little ass into oblivion. Each two-handed swing of that paddle took an up-ward angle and delivered a firm and powerful WHACK on his ass. Each swat would lift both of his feet about an inch off of the ground. It only took about 100 swats and Barry was blubering like a incoherent baby with Maybelline Intense XXL very black mascara running down his face. It was then that all the Fraternity boys showed up. The girls provided the beer and every guy got a headjob from Barry. A total of 22 guys came and face-fucked French Maid Barry. Each guy went one after the other, without much of a break between each guy. Barry slurped on 22 cocks for about 4 hours non-stop. Every once in awhile, I would freshen up his lipstick for him. Even though his lipstick would rub off on each cock and Barry had lipstick around his lips and on his teeth. Most of the guys just slammed Barry's tonsils hard, a couple of guys focused on the teeth-brushing technique...moving back and forth in Barry's mouth. Barry cooperated 100%. The slober was running off of his chin and the mascara ran off of his face as he sobed uncontrollably...but never took a cock out of his mouth once. Barry gobled down loads of cum...he actually threw up twice but kept gulping cum like the cumslut that he is. While Barry was getting deep-throated by all those guys...all of us Sorority girls kept spanking his ass. His tushie was very red and very warm to the touch...I knew it must be throbing but Barry did not say anything. His mouth was too full to speak. As a matter of fact, after all the headjobs, Barry just stared with a stupified look on his face. Coming from Barry's chin and mouth was the potent aroma of cum. His mouth was half-open and he looked like he was in shock. Jenna and I both tried talking to him but he did not respond. We gave him about 30 minutes to "snap out of it" and tried talking to him again. He was still unresponsive. Sara called her cousin Becca to see what we should do. Becca came out to the Sorority house to see Barry and she tried to talk to him. Barry would just stare with a blank look on his face. Becca said Barry needed to go to the hospital, so we took him to the E.R. Once there, they wondered why he was dressed as a French Maid. We told the hospital staff that he loved being a French Maid. They stripped him down to his panties and wondered why he was wearing panties. They then ran some blood work on him. They said that they were looking to see if Barry had gotten any drugs in his system. All of the tests came back negative. The diagnosis was that Barry had "snapped" and would be kept in the psych ward for a few days. Jenna, Sara, Becca and I spoke with the nurse...her name was Laura. We told Laura why Barry "snapped" and she thought it was funny. She told us that we needed to bring some clothing for Barry up to the hospital unit. We were able to find a key in Barry's car to his apartment. So Jenna, Sara, and I went over to his place and picked up some thong panties for him. Then we went back to my place and selected some clothing for Barry. Of course, we selected effeminate tops and short skirts. We took the clothing up to Laura...who found it quite humorous. It took Barry five days before he even spoke a word. Reportedly, Barry would just sit in his skirt and top and stare. When he tried to speak, he would mumble incoherent words, like "hum-muna, hum-muna, bo-bo-ma". They put him on a heavy dose of anti-psychotic medication. When he finally did speak, he would only say, "cock...yum!" That was the only phrase he would speak for 3 whole days...sharing that repeatedly in group therapy. After 2 weeks, Barry was released from the hospital and he went to a counseling session with Becca. Becca reported that he came to the session wearing one of the mini-skirts and spent the entire time talking about his insatiable love for performing fellatio. Barry, of course, was obedient to take all of his medications. Becca, of course, complimented him on his skirt and encouraged him to brace his desire for fellatio.
Whenever a girl seeks revenge on a guy and the guy ends up going psychotic, taking major medication, wearing skirts, wearing thong panties, and believing that he was born to suck long lines of cock...that is symbolic of extreme Girl Power. All of us still smile about it.
I would say that my revenge on Barry has been satisfied...for now...
Steve and Chris' First Meeting
The title says it all
by sarah_siddons©
Hi, I'm Steve, Sarah's father, what follows is a true story which occurred during a tour in Cyprus.
One morning whilst walking along the sea front, I planned to walk from the harbour towards the old town, but needing a piss was force to stop at a nearby public toilet.
Pissing down the void they called a urinal, I heard a bit of shuffling going on in the toilet behind. The toilet door had louvered slats, so being nosey and in need of a shag I decided to see what was going on; I couldn't see through the slats but looking under the door I saw there were a couple of guys in there; tapping gently on the door I asked if I could join in.
"FUCK OFF!" came the initial reply then a gentler voice answered back.
"It’s too risky, do you have somewhere to go."
I told him/them that I had a place but it was about a half-hours walk away. The door opened and out walked two really good-looking guys, one looked to be in his late 50s, the other I instantly recognised as Chris, one of my junior officers.
Seeing the astonishment in Chris' eyes, I quickly raised a finger to my mouth, as an order for him to be quiet. What else could I do, if I apologised and left, it would leave Chris in a quandary about his position after all he was in the army and had been caught in a certain predicament by a senior officer. After a talk the older one said we could go back to the hotel where he was staying, as it was just a short walk from the toilets; he did add however that we would only have about 2 hrs before his wife returned from the market in town.
Whilst walking back to this guy's hotel we talked generally and found that we were up for most things, our only exceptions being drugs, pain and bondage. This chat at the time although very crucial was hard for Chris, for here he was, about to become intimate with his superior officer.
We arrived at the hotel, made our way to the room; where no sooner was the door shut then Bob and I got quickly undressed, which given the climate didn't take long, Chris still seemed a bit reluctant at first but soon caught up with us. Bob the older one (I later found out was 63) had a decent body for a guy his age with a monster of a cock hanging between his legs, his huge balls swung between his legs as he started to play with himself. Chris' cock on the other hand was gorgeous; it was a long moderately sized weapon with a circumcised head. Still apprehensive Chris slowly came over to me and began to play with my cock, his hands then travelled upwards and began playing with my nipples, he hesitantly asked me if I liked my nipples being pulled real hard, I told him I was not really into pain, so he just nibled and teased them with his tongue instead. God was I in heaven.
Bob not wishing to be left out came up behind me and rammed his cock between my legs; his rough hands then reached round to Chris' chest and started playing with his nipples. I asked Chris if he was into kissing he just shrugged and said he had never really kissed a bloke before. I started to kiss him passionately; he must have enjoyed it for soon his tongue was down my throat playing tonsil tennis.
Still feeling left out Bob roughly took hold of my cock; it felt great having a hand pulling at my cock whilst kissing Chris. Suddenly I felt a finger probing at my anus; my instant reaction was to open my legs and squat a little so I could take the invader deep into my rectum. Who ever it was, was making a real mess of it so I told him to either put some more spit on his fingers or use some form of lubricant.
It was Bob trying to 'force an entry'; taking heed of my words he left us, went over to the dressing table and picked up some suntan lotion; now suitably equipped he then teasingly greased up my hole before sliding a couple of fingers straight in, it felt fantastic to have this Granddaddy play with my arse whilst Chris continued playing tonsil tennis with me.
As Chris was still having trouble relaxing and with Bob's monster giving me some concern, I took the suntan lotion from Bob and rubed some into his arse before turning and coating Chris' cock, I suggested that I lay on the bed so that Bob, whilst being fucked by Chris could suck my cock and play with my prostate.
It was fantastic to see these two guys enjoying man on man sex; Chris fucked Bob like a mad man; his energetic movements reverberating through Bob to give my prostate a good workout. I told Bob I was about to cum and if he did not want it in his mouth then he should stop sucking, did he stop like fuck, he just sucked harder. When I couldn't take anymore I let loose several huge volleys of hot cum into Bob's mouth who just continued sucking until my cock became so sensitive I had to tell Bob to stop because it was as much as I could take.
Bob hardly swallow any of my cum, he just let it drible out of his mouth and down my now softening dick, since I love kissing guys with cum dribling from their mouths I asked Bob to kiss me, in doing so this pushed Chris over the edge because he said he was going to come real soon.
I asked Chris not to shoot his load up Bobs arse but over my face; pulling out of Bob's arse Chris quickly knelt on the bed, positioning his cock within an inch of my face, he starting panting saying he was really close to cumming; it was only then I did something I have never ever done before.... I took a guy's cock in my mouth after it had just been in some another guys arse.
Believe me it did not taste nice but I just wanted Chris' cock deep in my throat when it spewed; do not ask me why but I just wanted it.
After giving it a few couple of sucks I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of hot sweet cum; keeping some in my mouth I then beckoned Bob over and kissed him again; our mouths making it one huge sloppy cum kiss. Chris after some hesitation joined in and started to share our kisses, all three of us licking and sucking each other's tongues sharing the same salty cum.
Sitting on the edge of the bed with Bob between us, we started to give him a 'blow job'; initially we took it in turns to feed his monster of a cock into our mouths but the effort was too much for within a few seconds our jaws began to ache. Having told Bob that in no way were we going to attempt taking his monster of a cock up our arses, we agreed to toss him off instead. Whilst Chris massaged his balls and passed some comment about weight training and how the fuck anybody managed to take this monster I greased up Bob's arse and began to probe for his prostate.
To my surprise Bob rectum just opened up to my fingers and I found it very difficult to control their depth. Massaging his prostate gently with three fingers whilst 'jacking him off' we soon had him cumming; his cum didn't shoot out but just oozed from his piss hole.... I swear to god I have never seen spunk so thick in all my life, it looked like you could chew on it. I stuck my tongue into it and tried lapping it up, gagging on its thick acrid texture; both of them just laughed when I accidently snorted some up my nose in the process, spitting out the spunk we then played with Bob's softening cock for a few minutes before getting cleaned up.
I never did make it into the old town that day for having left Bob in the comfort of his hotel room, I immediately asked Chris back to my apartment. On the way back, we stopped at a quiet cafe and had quick chat about what just went on and how if exposed, things could really go bad for us.
Back at my apartment I asked Chris what he wanted to drink, "A whiskey and soda would be fine," he replied.
However, strange thoughts began to roam my head, as I poured us two of the stiffest drinks possible. Was this a setup since Chris' mannerisms seemed all wrong; was he just alone, a little tired of women, of his life in the army; but gay, no, no way; to me he was just another guy serving time in the army, yet, here he was looking at me all dewy eyed like a sweet heart. Even though he was talking, I did not recognise a word he was saying for I was miles away. Noticing that my mind had drifted Chris just chuckled and asked,
"Sorry, am I boring you with all this?"
Snapping back to reality, "Sorry, No, no you're not. I'm thinking back to how we just met and that horrible man, what ever possessed you?"
"Hormones, Bloody hormones" replied Chris.
Having poured us another stiff drink, I sat down and we talked about our lives. How although bisexual, I was once married with a daughter who showed absolutely no interest in boys nor leaving the nest -- He, alone, needing someone or something to believe in; for here was an man who was so messed up by either women or his deployment was beginning to turn upon himself. Increasingly, I was really beginning to like Chris; he was flirty, talkative, laughed easily at my jokes. This was getting weird; this guy was really turning me on.
However; in the background was the tension. After all we were until a few hours ago serving officers, but now, a strong sexual undertone of desire was developing for one another; for every time I accidentally touch him he gasped. I saw the hesitation; the realisation of the situation, officers of different ranks forming a relationship; I could see what was going on in his mind so I patiently waited.
As I placed my hand over his, I chuckled and thought to myself 'Do I really need this'. Chris' warm, strong hand; rolled over and interlocked our fingers before gazing into my eyes, the need was there, bright and fragile as a young maidens.
Now standing and looking at me sheepishly he shrugged his shoulders. Taking a step forward, I grasp his head with both hands and kiss him full on the mouth. I extended my tongue forcing his lips apart. Now I am kissing him like before, in that hotel room with that horrible man.
Chris slowly relaxed letting me into his soul. Our tongues explore each other's mouths, darting, caressing, and seeking the texture of our tongues, urgency forcing us to kiss harder and harder. Placing his hands on my shoulders he forced me back, I try to hold his lips against mine but had to relent, we separated connected only by a thin thread of saliva stretching between our lips.
Chris reached for my shorts; I inhaled slightly, allowing him to release the belt, forever looking into his eyes, I feel a light hand tracing the bulge of my cock though my thin shorts, and then grasping at my shorts, he slowly pulled them down, painfully freeing my cock from its confinement. My cock head glistened with precum as another pearl formed around my piss hole; Chris noticing this wipes it off with his finger before placing it gently between my lips.
As his hand gently explored my genitals, I swiftly removed my shirt. Now standing butt-naked for all to see I waited patiently as Chris stripped off; upon seeing his strong fit naked body my cock twitched with desire; with the thought and anticipation of what was to come, more precum worked its way forward to ooze slowly from my cock.
Chris planted his first kisses on my neck; his lips then descended to my chest kissing and sucking as he sought out a nipple. Briefly, he stopped there to bite and suck them causing me to groan and flinch before slowly descending down to my stomach where he sucked in and kissed my navel before heading onwards to my cock. All this time his fingers roamed lightly over my body like an 'exocet' seeking its target.
Childlike, Chris licked the top of my cock with the tip of his tongue savouring the pearl of precum. He then continued to lick the oozing precum from my cock, round and round he went, stopping occasionally to prise open my piss hole and seek more. My cock was now painfully hard, its thick veins like sinews. Chris kissed its tip then pursed his lips before slowly running them past my glands before taking in most of its length. I was in heaven, how I did not come then I will never know.
With his hands cupping my arse, he began to worship my cock. He suckled and played with my genitals like a woman yet here I saw a man. I felt my balls tighten; my swollen shaft was now glass hard and needed relief. He eagerly bobed up and down continually slurping and teasing. I had to prop myself against the nearest wall and tilt my head back for I could do nothing but come, and come I did.
Gush after gush of cum spewed into his mouth; he moans of approval reach my ears as he continued swallowing my seed. I look down to see him starring at me in disbelief before closing his eyes to continue bobing on my increasingly limp cock, he continued slurping greedily as he worked my gland, milking my cock for that last bit of cum.
With long powerful strokes of his tongue, he now attacked my shrunken balls. I squatted to spread my cheeks as light fingers work they way towards my anus, nodding with approval a digit pressed against the opening, I groaned with delight and immediately start to harden as he inserted a finger into my rectum.
"So you like that?" enquires Chris.
"Yes - but you've got to earn it first." I replied, reaching for his head. His finger quickly withdrew from my rectum as I pulled Chris to his feet.
Grasping his head with both hands, I kissed him full on the mouth then kneeling before him I reached for his fleshy balls, he groaned as I fondled them then without warning I deep-throated his cock. He looked at me with amazement as I just keep on bobing and 'throating' his dick whilst rolling his balls between my fingers. He groans got louder as I reached towards his arse, with his cock became increasingly harder signalling the onset of an orgasm, I pulled away from his engorged mber and concentrated my efforts on his hairy ass. I tried to insert a finger but he just yelped in surprise. I tried pushing my finger in with some more force but it just would not go.
Looking up I saw only pain and anguish on his face. "And you wanted me to fuck you?" I asked.
"I do, I do but I've never done it before." replied Chris bleatfully.
Silently swearing to myself, I told Chris to make himself comfortable on the bed whilst I found the Aquaglide.
With Chris 'doggy' fashion on the bed I gently greased up his anus before offering it a finger. With words of encouragement and a finger suitable greased I gently wormed it in. He initially tensed up then sighed. His anus was hot and yielded slowly to my prodding and worming, with his breathing still stilted; I slowly worked my finger back and forth before offering another. With perseverance and some assistance by playing with his cock and balls, I eventually managed to get a couple of fingers up his rectum.
Pulling my fingers out, he looked at me then asked if I was going to fuck him. Telling him that I would need his complete co-operation, I greased up my cock, 'prepped' him again by injecting gel into his rectum; then and only then did I press the tip of my eager cock against his anus. As Chris pressed back against my cock, I willed him to relax, to open for me. Suddenly the head of my cock slipped through his sphincter before closing rapidly behind the lip of my glans. Fuck me he was tight, painfully tight.
Gently I reached under and felt for his cock; unsurprisingly it was glass hard and dribling copious amounts of precum. In an attempt to relax him I slowly started to masturbate Chris.
For a second I rested as Chris shouted out in pain. Still resisting, I told him to pretend that his having a large 'dump'. His moans got less as I slowly pushed my cock in. He muffled several cries as I slowly continued to enter his rectum, stopping every now and then to allow Chris to recover.
"Fucking Hell...How much more" he panted.
I kept talking to him all the time, coaxing him to become more relaxed. Slowly I pushed inch by inch further into his rectum until I could go no further.
Feeling my balls touch against his Chris enquired if it was all in; to which I replied;
"Yes that's the lot"
"Thank fuck for that," Chris' replied, for what else could be said.
"Pull it out and push it back in," he begged.
Slowly I pulled my cock from his virgin arse, the sensation of his rectum not wanting to release my cock was sensational; once out I took the opportunity to apply more Aquaglide before I slowly, with the fanfare of trapped wind, pushed it gently back in. He giggled then moaned softly. I started to fuck him slowly; pulling back until almost completely out, then gently back in; I did this until I felt his rectum give.
"Now I know how a woman feels," said Chris.
"What like a bitch," said I jokingly?
"Yes" replied Chris, "I think I'm becoming your bitch."
"Say that again" I replied.
What came next was a total surprise for Chris made a formal declaration "Do you Steve take me Chris as your bitch, to love honour and to cherish" bah; bah, bah:
With that I withdrew my cock, quickly flipped him into the missionary position, grasped his head with both hands and kiss him full on the mouth. Having jacked Chris' arse up with a couple of pillows and with his legs wrapped about my waist, I fucked him like any other lover.
Tears of joy streamed down his face as he fucked and bucked against my cock. All the while we were making grunting sounds of pleasure, our hands never still, for we were like two lovers. Feeling a tightening of his rectum I knew he must be close to orgasm so I lent back and watched his cock; precum with the texture of honey had dribled out of his cock and pooled in the pit of his stomach from where it formed a chain; a chain I could only describe as a string of pearls.
As I stroked his cock, his heavy balls finally gave way. On the upstroke, cum shot into my clenched palm; using both hands I collected as much cum as possible before offering it to him, then with him licking and slurping away at my hand, I moaned as gush after gush of my own hot cum shot deep into his rectum, it must have gone on for about 30 seconds. Chris now totally sated then gave out the loudest of groans before dropping his splayed legs onto the bed. With my cock shrinking rapidly all I could do was withdraw, sit on the edge of the bed and watch as cum first flowed freely out then slowed with the closing of his anus.
Hearing sounds of gentle snoring I left Chris to it. Gathering our scattered clothing I separated it, before retiring to the bathroom to clean up and complete my ablutions. Whilst being under the shower I rigged up my douche bag (after all I had promised Chris a treat) and with the apparatus slowly emptying its contents into my body I sat down and wrote Chris a few notes. For, if he truly wished to be my bitch then I expected certain hygienic standards.
Needless to say, Chris got his well-deserved reward, as for being my bitch that's another story.
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