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Just Before My Son Goes To College

Stepping into the shower was usually the best part. The soft feel of rainfall caressed the top of my breasts and it always – always – gave me a kind of instant mini-orgasm. But today was one of the few where that happened a little differently.

The mini-orgasm, where I felt a frisson that started in my breasts and rushed down through my nipples to my tummy to my clit, lasted just a fraction of a second. This time it was long enough for my nipples to get semi-hard. I swayed my body back and forth and felt the spray pressing on my boobs. I enjoyed the same sort of frisson for maybe five more seconds before it stopped. But, by then, I was rubbing my cunt.

I seldom masturbate in the shower, maybe two or three times a year, mainly because masturbating while standing up simply isn’t as good as lying down. And although I have two vibrators that are really waterproof, I never think to bring one to the shower before I get in, and, in those few instances where I decide to masturbate, I can’t convince myself to get out of the shower to retrieve one.

But rubbing my cunt is always pleasant, no matter where I am. I’ve done it on planes, while driving, in the grocery store, in the backyard, wherever. And, at the moment, I was rubbing myself in the shower.

This was one of the rare times that the feeling of the shower falling on my breasts, followed by the sensations on my nipples, led me to want to masturbate. It’s water-wasteful, of course, a consideration when you live in Southern California. But my fingers had gotten my cunt worked up. I took the shower head off that thing that holds it, turned the spray to “jet”, and aimed it just above my clit.

The stream was intense at first even at its reduced-for-California level, but after about a minute I was able to point it directly at my clit. My tummy jerked with the sensation, warm arousal. I simply kept the water gushing toward me and rubbed a nipple. I thought about my son, Toby.

We’d had a lot of sex in the past two years, but now he was going away to college. I’d drive him up to UCLA the day after tomorrow. Great excitement for him and a great unknown for both of us. Other than working harder, I had little idea of how I’d spend my time once he left the house. Probably less cooking. More masturbating.

I thought about all the sex we’d had. Toby fucking me, eating me, kissing me, fingering me, using a vibrator on me. And we’d done it in my bedroom, his bedroom, the living room, and several other places. I was getting warmer. I both rubbed my clit and shot water at it. I found my fantasy of sex with my son sliding sideways into a fantasy about Rowan, a friend of Toby’s also on the swim team, whose cock I’d seen once when they’d been changing clothes.

Toby’s cock had grown in the two years we’d been having sex and it was now at least average in length and about average in width. But Rowan’s cock, just glimpsed for a moment, had been soft but very large, at least five inches in length and maybe six and very thick. My eyes closed and water jetted onto my clit. His soft cock had grown hard in my imagination to at least eight inches long and even thicker. I rubbed faster, the water still squirting but mostly forgotten.

I put two fingers inside myself and imagined Rowan’s cock at my opening, sliding inside me, all the way in. My fingers were moving in and out rapidly. Then I saw myself lying down in bed, Rowan fucking me, and Toby somehow under us both, licking my asshole. God, that made me shiver. Fuck me, Rowan, I thought, seeing Toby’s tongue in my asshole, licking.

Both Toby and I sucked Rowan’s cock, my fingers fucking myself faster, the jet spray streaming on my clit. I knew Toby was at least 98% heterosexual, but I fantasized about the other 2%. Toby and I kissed the end of Rowan’s cock, then kissed each other, lips pressed together. At first, Rowan jerked off, then, he was gone, and it was just Toby and me, our lips together.

I was very close to cumming. I angled the spray so it came at my clit on a diagonal, my fingers still jerking inside. I imagined Toby inside me, fucking me. Oh, Toby, cum for me. I felt my orgasm beginning, like the feeling in my tummy when the car drops over a bump, but a really big bump, like when you’re on a drop tower at the amusement park, and the feeling was deep in my cunt, expanding, the pressure building. Oh, my god, Toby, the pressure was almost too much, and BAM! My orgasm was a sudden release like I totally had to pee and finally did, except way more intense. Toby was forgotten, everything was forgotten. I dropped the showerhead, letting it bang against the wall, and rubbed my clit frantically, and what had been a small orgasm became huge. I fingered my clit frantically, feeling slightly dizzy. I fell back against the wall, cumming for maybe fifteen seconds, not a long time, but a very warm, happy result.

Later the same day, I went into the upstairs bathroom to ask Toby if he’d be OK with us just calling out for pizza. I sort of needed to start cooking if the answer was no, but mainly I just liked seeing my son naked in the shower. Or anywhere, really.

“Honey,” I began, “is it alright…” I trailed off.

Toby was masturbating. I’d seen him masturbate many times in many places, sometimes on me, often in the shower. His eyes were closed. His hand moved quickly over his cock. It seemed to me that Toby simply masturbated for the orgasm, not for the joyride to get there. He wasn’t really in it for the journey.

His hand moved differently from what I did when I gave my son a handjob. I stroked up and down, emphasizing the end of his cock but not going over it. Toby was using soap, so that made a difference, maybe, but I watched his hand move from under to over the end of his cock, again and again. There was a lot of foam and he used more soap when the foam became too light.

He suddenly switched to straightforward stroking of his cock, up and down, just like I did his handjobs. His back was to the water streaming from the shower and I saw him cum. His eyes had opened, but I don’t think he saw me. He just stared at the end of his cock as cum streamed from it, two long spurts followed by shorter ones. His back arched and he pushed his cock out. It looked like he said, “Mom,” but I might have imagined that. I left him to finish his shower or whatever, deciding that pizza would work fine.

After dinner, after the dishes, after the Chargers game against the Chiefs (I think), we were lying on my bed, naked. I stroked Toby’s nipples, just enjoying having him in the house. We both knew we’d have sex and didn’t really even think about it as an event. We both had sex with other people, but we enjoyed our time together.

We talked generally about college and what he could expect. My fingers continued to rub his nipples, then slipped down to his tummy, which I teased lightly with my fingertips. I outlined his cock, which stood rock-hard, massaging the inside of his thighs.  My fingers touched his balls and his cock bounced. I kneaded him below his balls and above his asshole, his perineum, and saw a smile of pleasure cross his face.

“OK, honey, pull your legs back,” I said.

“Why?” he asked, even as he pulled them back and totally exposed his asshole.

“Because I’m going to give you a prostate massage. Trust me, you’ll like it.”

I started to warm him up. I’d only done this a few times before and never with Toby, but I knew I had to get him totally relaxed and he was sort of tense. With his legs back, I massage his thighs and his ass. I slid my hands between his legs and stroked his cock. I dipped my head and sucked him for a minute, my finger just touching his asshole, not pushing in. I played with him like this for maybe ten minutes.

“Wait for just a second,” I said.

I turned to my nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom. From the drawer below that, I got my little bottle of silicone lube. I put the condom over my middle finger and lubed it up. I lubed his asshole.

Toby looked confused, but he didn’t say anything. I inserted my finger very slowly into his asshole until it was in a little more than an inch. I was feeling around for his prostate, pretty much the only thing my finger was likely to bump into in there, and finally found it.

“I have to pee,” Toby said.

“No, you don’t,” I answered, “it just feels that way. The feeling should go away. Just focus more on feeling good. Relax. Breathe deeply. Think about sex with me or Katie or Emma or someone. Or all of us.”

I mostly gave him a “come here” motion, the same as on my g-spot, which probably doesn’t exist. But I also tapped his prostate, stroked it in a circular motion, and, for a minute, I just put pressure on it without moving my finger at all.

I licked my son’s perineum, my finger rubbing his prostate, and I sucked his balls a little. I put my mouth over his cock and sucked it briefly, enjoying the sensation of it going from sort of hard to really hard, then stopped and relied on my finger to get him off.

It took at least fifteen minutes, maybe a little longer, but finally, Toby’s eyes grew wide and he said he was going to cum. He moaned loudly, in short gasps, and maybe two minutes later cum began to drip from his cock. I kept fingering him and he continued to cum, at least it looked the same as a regular orgasm, although it just flowed out, it didn’t spurt. I grasped his cock with my hand and jerked it twice and he came in an explosion, spurting over his head.

Toby stopped cumming, but I continued to finger his prostate. He started moaning again, then gasping again, and he apparently came a second time, although nothing ejaculated from his cock. I kept fingering him and he came a third time, this time with a little cum to go with it. We must have been doing this for an hour and he must have been orgasming, at least on and off, for fifteen minutes. I didn’t want to wear him out. I took the condom off my finger and snuggled next to him. His legs were still trembling.

“Shit, mom, that was fucking amazing. I mean, it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had by a mile. Or the best many orgasms or long orgasm or something. It was like almost coming for a really long time before I actually came. It wasn’t exactly cumming like a regular orgasm, but like a much bigger implosion that lit up my whole insides, from my feet to my face that lasted a long time. I can’t really explain it, but… thanks.”

My breast was pressed into his body and my hand massaged his chest again. I took his hand and pulled it down to my cunt. I spread my legs a little and felt two fingers enter me. I’d basically been having sex with my son for an hour and hadn’t gotten even warmed up to an orgasm myself.

“Mmmm,” I murmured, “nice.”

I kissed him. Just lightly at first, but he kissed me back and I pressed my lips harder against his, and, in no time, we were totally lip-locked, our tongues swirling, his fingers fucking my cunt, my hand massaging his balls. I broke the kiss to suck his earlobes and kiss his face, but soon his lips were back on mine. I was warming up.

My hand reached down for his cock. It was dead. It felt short and soft and flopped in my hand. I pulled him close and my hands stretched to his ass. I gripped him firmly, pulled him tight, and noticed that he pushed away a little. He kissed my nose, kissed my chin, and his head proceeded down to kiss a nipple. His fingers still moved inside me. I had no complaints.

Toby sucked a breast, but only briefly, and he kissed his way down to my cunt. He licked my clit and my back arched, my whole body shivering. I’d begun with the notion that this would just be for him, my son before he went to college, but I was rapidly losing my grip on remaining above it all. His tongue lapped my clit.

He used his mouth and tongue so much better now. His lips sucked at my clit and rubbed against it. His tongue not only flicked my clit, I could tell it was spelling words I couldn’t read but certainly felt. The flat of his tongue licked between my labia, slurping my clit. I felt two fingers slide into my wet hole and finger-fuck me. The come-hither movement of his fingertips against what could have been my g-spot gave me goosebumps. My clit sparked with the sensations and I felt the surging rise of imminent orgasm. His tongue vibrated, his fingers vibrated, I could feel my legs vibrating and I came.

“Oh, my god,” I cried. I grabbed his hair. “Toby! Oh, my god!”

Like cresting the top of a roller coaster and slamming downhill, the release surged through my body. I guess the roller coaster had been climbing uphill for fifteen minutes and it rocketed downhill for just forty-five seconds, but I’d swear the climb up was a hundred feet and the trip down was a thousand. I wanted it to go on longer, but my clit became too sensitive and I pushed his head away.

“Hokey smokes, Toby,” I said, using a reference to Rocky the Flying Squirrel that Toby doubtless didn’t recognize. “That was fucking amazing,” I said that after I’d spent a minute recovering and still said it breathlessly.

He slid up alongside and kissed me. His finger touched my clit and I jumped, my hips springing off the bed.

“Don’t do that,” I half-laughed. “Really.”

My hand reached over his hip and found his cock, still totally soft but somewhat springier. We talked a bit but were mostly quiet. I rubbed his thigh, then stroked his tummy and played with his nipples. I saw his cock twitch. I reached down again and took him in hand, just holding his cock gently, feeling it harden.

“I think you’re ready again, Toby,” I said. “What would you like?”

He didn’t say anything, but he flipped me over and knelt between my legs. I felt him pulling me up by the tummy and I got into doggy position. His cock entered me, shit, I was really wet, and he began to pump back and forth. I reached down and began to masturbate.

“You know, mom,” he said, “your asshole looks totally inviting. It’s like it’s puckering at me.”

“Well, if you do anything with my asshole, be sure to lube up.”

He got the bottle of lube that was out on the nightstand and pulled his cock out of my cunt. I couldn’t hear him putting it on himself, but I knew what he was doing. My son was going to fuck me in the ass.

“Be sure to use a lot, Toby, a whole lot. We haven’t done this very often.”

“I know, mom,” he said in a way that seemed to add, “I’m not stupid.” I felt him lubing my asshole, too. He slid a finger in with relative ease. I heard the bottle get placed back on the nightstand and braced myself.

I took deep breaths. It was difficult to avoid holding my breath and it was hard to relax, really. I leaned forward and raised my ass further into the air. I felt the tip of his cock at my asshole.

“OK, mom, here it comes.”

“Gently, Toby, oh so gently, please.”

The pressure of his cock felt like it should have hurt, but it didn’t, really. I noticed I was holding my breath and took one.

“Keep going, Toby, so far, so good. Another inch.”

It was really a tight fit, but Toby eased his cock in an inch at a time. I felt the tightness from my ass to my tummy to my throat. But once his cock was most of the way inside me, I sort of loosened up down there and began to enjoy the sensations.

“Your ass is so tight, mom,” Toby said, not complaining.

I felt his cock pushing in and pulling back as he fucked my ass. The pressure sensations were peculiar, but they were also pleasant bordering on pleasurable. I think Toby got the angle just right or something. I relaxed further and Toby fucked me faster. He slapped my ass, a not-very-son-like thing to do, but I sort of understood that my ass was right there and sort of asking for it.

I’d been using a butt plug on occasion for years and I figure that made a difference. Whatever the case, Toby’s cock felt really good, almost like it was in my cunt. I loved the sound of him moaning. My clit tingled as though with an electric charge, although it wasn’t even being touched. I felt my orgasm building again, like water rising in a tank where first you’re wet and then you’re treading water and then your head is tilted back and you can barely breathe…

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In A New York Minute – Part Seven – Chapters 25-28

Chapter Twenty-Five

Mac woke up before the alarm and was pleased to see there would be time to seduce his wife before they had to get up. She was still sleeping, but he was sure she wouldn’t complain when she woke up and figured out what he was doing.

Grace stirred as his hands moved down her body, landing on her bare mound. “Mmm, touch me, Carlos,” she teased.

Mac laughed. “That will cost you, my sassy redhead.” He straddled her and pinned both arms over her head.

“If you think I’m going to ask you to stop, you’re mistaken,” she purred. “I’m yours for the taking.”

“Mine,” he said. “All mine.”

He lowered his head to her breast to take a nipple between his teeth, gently at first, then adding more pressure until she whimpered with need. He gave the other nipple equal attention as he felt her hips move beneath him. He released her arms and kissed a trail down to her pussy, and he could swear he felt her heat radiating from it. He let his tongue dip down into her sweet nectar, causing those hips to buck as her first climax caught them both by surprise.

“You’re so easy, darling,” he mused as he continued his erotic assault on her hard little nub. She was writhing and moaning as she began to grind against his mouth.

Mac slid a finger inside her as he feasted on her honey. He sucked and nibbled until she rewarded his efforts with a spray of her succulent juices.

“One more,” he insisted. “Go over one more time for me, and I’ll give you what you crave.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

He added another finger inside her and rubbed her puckered star with his thumb, proving her wrong as her body convulsed with intense waves of orgasm.

“Holy fuck, Mac! Fuck me! I need your cock inside me. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

It was tempting, but he didn’t want to risk delaying too long in case the baby woke up and stole her away from him before he could give them what they both needed. He took her nectar and rubbed it all over his rigid pole before impaling her with one hard thrust.

“Oh, God! Yes!”

Grace squeezed him tightly inside her as he moved in slow, deliberate strokes. He wouldn’t last long, but that was okay, as it was getting time for the alarm to sound. With each thrust, he opened her up more, eventually increasing his pace until he was fucking her hard and deep, just how she liked it best.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good on my cock, baby!” he cried out as he pumped into her. He felt his balls constrict and knew he would explode soon, so he reached between them and massaged her clit till her body shook with spasms of release. Only then did he allow himself to let go and flood her with his hot seed.

“Mmm, you really know how to say good morning,” Grace purred as she lay in his arms, teasing his chest with her fingertips.

“Life just doesn’t get much better than this, does it, baby?”

“We’re so lucky.”

Mac brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “We are fortunate, indeed. However, the alarm is about to go off, and we must get up and get ready for work.”

“Ugh,” Grace teased, “my boss is such a taskmaster.”

Mac grinned and swatted her ass as she climbed out of bed.

Grace fed DJ while Mac showered, then handed him off to his daddy while she got ready for work. Afterward, they went downstairs to have breakfast together before heading into their offices on the second floor. They had a good routine going now, and it felt good to be back in a comfortable groove.

Once she straightened up the mess she’d left on her desk the day before, Grace smiled wistfully and let her mind wander to some of the fantastic places she’d seen with Mac. While she had traveled in her previous days as an interpreter and again as an escort, she’d never had the opportunity to see so many historical landmarks and points of interest as she had while she was in Europe with Mac. It was an amazing way for their friendship and relationship as lovers to grow. And now they had a life together as business partners and parents. She had an amazing life.

It made her feel a bit guilty to admit that as much as she loved being a mom and Mac’s COO, she couldn’t help but miss how things had been. Not all the time, but certainly at times like this when they would have traveled to Germany to help handle things in person if they weren’t parents of a baby.

She put it out of her mind when she remembered that it wasn’t too long ago in her past that she was struggling to make ends meet and never dreamed of finding a job she excelled at and a man who loved her despite all her flaws. Life was good, and she was grateful.

With things well under control in Munich, she decided to invite Max and Virginie Becker and their three kids to come to New York for a visit. She and Mac were in a holding pattern regarding the purchase of Salvatore Gianni’s firm since Sal and his new bride, Johanna, were still gallivanting around the islands of the South Pacific Ocean and had no specific return date.

“It will be just the thing to quell my envy,” she told Mac, making sure the dates she had in mind for their friends’ visit worked on his calendar.

“Envy?”

“Yes, I find myself feeling a little jealous that Sal and Johanna are traveling and carefree. Having the Beckers here will be the next best thing to going somewhere.”

Mac blinked. They’d been so busy the past month or so taking care of business and trying to make time for each other that he hadn’t realized she’d been missing traveling as much as he had.

“I promise you we will travel again when DJ is older. I miss being away with you, even for business.”

Grace smiled. “I am looking forward to that. Don’t get me wrong, I love New York, but I’m pretty sure we both have the travel bug.”

An hour later, Mac was sitting in his office. He let his thoughts drift to Grace standing next to the Little Mermaid statue on a rock by the waterside at Langelinie promenade in Copenhagen. Somehow that was the sight that stuck in his mind the most of their journey together. And, of course, they had returned to Denmark to get married, so it would always hold a special place in his heart. But they should go someplace they’d never been before. Maybe sooner than later if he could convince Grace to leave DJ for a couple of days. But who would take care of the baby? He couldn’t ask Claudette to do so; she had teenage daughters and a life outside her work. Perhaps Dad and Addie would come to stay at Stewart House for a bit to give them some time away. He could take her someplace where they could lie on the beach and enjoy magnificent hotel sex.

Chapter Twenty-Six

His thoughts were interrupted by the trill of his phone.

“McKinley Stewart,” he answered, putting the call on speaker.

“Mr. Stewart, my name is Trisha Norton, and I am a reporter from the New York Times. I’d like to get your comment on some accusations being made by your former lover, Alice King.”

Mac felt his spine stiffen. “Alice King was never my lover. She worked for me for nearly ten years. Her employment was terminated last year after she made several questionable decisions that cost me time and money. That’s it.”

“I suggest you read this morning’s paper. Or turn on the news. One more question, though, is the baby yours?”

“My son, Dominic Jordan, is very much my child. If Alice is saying otherwise, she likely harbors resentment that I didn’t recognize nor return the feelings she had for me and that I fell in love with Grace Remy instead.”

“No, Mr. Stewart, not that baby. The one that Alice is carrying now.”

Mac looked up to see Grace standing in the doorway with tears streaming down her face.

“Ms. Norton, I have never had sex with Alice King, so there is no way I could have fathered her child. That’s all I have to say.”

Ending the call, Mac moved to Grace and attempted to take her in his arms. He was stunned when she refused to be comforted.

“Don’t touch me!” Grace shouted.

“Grace, you know that Alice’s accusations aren’t true.”

“Do I? Did you see the news? There is a picture of you holding Alice’s hands in yours at a table in a restaurant. And another where you’ve got your arm around her and your mouth next to her ear. When were these taken, McKinley?”

“I haven’t seen them, so I couldn’t tell you when. But, Jesus, Grace! How could you think a couple of pictures make me guilty of what she’s accusing? Do you have so little faith in me?”

“Those pictures look recent. When did you see her?”

“I don’t know, a few months ago, maybe? It was shortly after DJ was born. Alice called and asked if I would meet with her. She sounded strange on the phone, and I was frankly a little worried about her state of mind. So, I agreed to meet her at Tony’s di Napoli. We shared an appetizer and had a couple of cokes while she told me how sorry she was and how she knew what a terrible mistake she had made. I reached out and held her hands and thanked her for her apology, but hoped she understood I couldn’t hire her back. I did tell her that I’d be willing to give her a reference based on all the years of wonderful service she had given to my firm.”

The fact that he called it his firm stung. But, then again, when Alice worked for him, Grace wasn’t yet a partner.

“Was there a reason you kept that meeting a secret from me? Have you seen her other times? I refuse to believe that the baby is yours even for a moment, but you’ve obviously had a meal with her, yet this is the first time I’ve heard about it. So, I have to ask myself, what else are you hiding from me, McKinley?”

Mac winced. She had called him by his full name twice, something she did only when she was angry or annoyed with him. It hurt him to know she had doubts, but even more so that he could have prevented those doubts if he’d been completely honest with her.

“I didn’t tell you about the meeting because it was during that time when things were a little rough here. I didn’t want to add more to the mix; it was just lunch and conversation. I agreed to give Alice a reference; that’s all. I never touched her.”

Grace raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine! I never touched her sexually. I held her hands and may have given her a side hug when we parted ways from the restaurant, but that’s it. I swear to you, Grace. Nothing inappropriate happened.”

Grace was quiet for a moment. She searched Mac’s face and saw only truth and misery and chose to have faith that he was being honest.

“I believe you, but now the lie is out there, and others will believe Alice. You’ve put us in the very awkward position of having to defend ourselves and have people doubt us anyway. If you had told me about Alice wanting to meet with you, you wouldn’t have had to go off-site to do so. You could have arranged to meet here, in your office, and then there wouldn’t be photographs that look pretty damning to the world.”

“Aren’t you overreacting just a bit? The world isn’t going to hear about this.”

Avery cleared his throat to make his presence known. “I hate to interrupt, but I have several messages from people that insist you call back as soon as possible. I also have Franz Huber on line one; he refused to leave a message and insisted on holding instead.”

“Fuck!” Mac fumed. “Fine, I’ll take his call. Take messages from anyone else.”

He shot Grace a miserable look and answered Franz’s call.

“Hello, Franz.”

“What the fuck, McKinley? Why am I hearing about this indiscretion in the news?”

“It’s a lie, Franz. I never slept with Alice, and I sure as hell didn’t get her pregnant. I don’t know why she is spouting these lies, but I will make sure she stops. It’s all bullshit. You know me; I would never do something like this to my wife.”

“I’m glad to hear there is no truth to what Alice says, but I’m concerned about how this hurts Grace.”

“Ah, yes, Grace isn’t thrilled, but she believes me. When I get off the phone with you, I’ll call my lawyer, Michael Stone, and see what he can do to stop this nonsense.”

“I hope you are successful, McKinley, as your perceived indiscretion is causing quite a stir. They’ve posted a picture of Grace looking very unhappy, as if she is the woman scorned. Your Ms. King has gone to a lot of trouble to make you look guilty. You will insist on a DNA test, yes?”

“She’s not my Ms. King. And yes, I will insist on a DNA test and publicly announce the results. I swear to you I’m not the father of Alice’s child.”

“And yet, you’ve hurt Grace by allowing this woman to be photographed with you. I made her a promise to stand in for her father the day I walked her down the aisle. I intend to keep that promise. So, make this right, McKinley.”

Although technically Mac was Franz’s boss, he knew that Franz considered himself Grace’s father figure. So, he didn’t argue with the man. “Yes, sir. I intend to fix things. I promise you I did not cheat on my wife. I would never do that.”

“I believe you. Now, make the business world believe you. There are a great many people who are fond of Grace and won’t be satisfied until you’ve cleared this up.”

“I understand.”

Grace sat silently while Mac finished the call. It did her heart good to hear Franz was in her corner. A part of her felt sorry for her husband that people quickly believed the worst of him. But if he’d been upfront about meeting with Alice, she could have advised him, and none of this would be happening now.

“I’m very sorry, Grace. I know I screwed up. But promise me you believe that the only thing I did wrong was being stupid enough to meet with Alice in public.”

“I believe you, but I’m angry at the mess you created for us. If Alice is willing to go this far and accuse you of infidelity, how soon before she starts divulging my past to the world?”

“She can’t,” Mac said firmly.

“Of course, she can, McKinley, don’t be naïve!”

“No, she can’t, and she wouldn’t dare because Michael Stone made her sign an NDA. She will have to pay back her severance pay if she breathes a word about anything in your past to the press.”

“Oh,” Grace said, surprised. “Whose idea was that?”

“I’d love to claim it was mine, but it was Michael’s idea. He felt that making Alice sign a non-disclosure agreement would be the best way to protect you.”

Grace was stunned. Michael hadn’t been too thrilled with her back then but had still thought to protect her privacy. More people in the world should possess such integrity.

“Well, I’m grateful for that.”

“I meant what I said to Franz. I will have Michael contact Alice and insist on a prenatal DNA test. If she refuses, he will file a cease-and-desist order. She can certainly stop spouting lies if she’s not willing to prove her child’s parentage.”

Grace nodded. “That’s smart. Will you make a statement to the press?”

“As much as I hate having our lives under a microscope, it might be better to make it clear that we are still very much a couple and in love. That’s still true, isn’t it?”

Grace inhaled sharply and pursed her lips. “You put us under that microscope the minute you decided it was a good idea to meet with Alice. However, as frustrated as I am at your foolishness, you haven’t done anything that could be remotely considered cheating. And the world doesn’t need to know that I didn’t know about your meeting with her.”

Mac blew out the breath he’d been holding. She was mad, but she would stand by him, which meant everything would be okay.

“I will ask Michael to prepare a statement.”

“I should postpone inviting the Beckers to visit us.”

“No, that would only make things look like we have something to hide, which we don’t.”

“Okay. Then let’s clean up your mess before we have our friends here,” Grace said as if scolding a naughty child.

Mac didn’t care for how that made him feel, but he was smart enough not to voice that to Grace.

 

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Claudette and Bentley suddenly stopped their conversation when Grace entered the kitchen to make some tea. The look of pity they gave her was too much. She stormed out of the kitchen and nearly plowed into Mac as she ran up the stairs.

“Fix this, McKinley! I won’t have our staff looking at me as if I’m some wounded animal that’s been run over by her mate.”

“Grace, I…”

But she was already up the stairs and out of view.

He went into the breakfast room and turned on the television.

“The business world was rocked this morning at the news that McKinley Stewart, CEO of Stewart Enterprises, has fathered a child with his former assistant, Alice King. Ms. King reports that she and her employer were lovers until he met and married Grace Remy, who climbed the ladder quickly. She went on to say that there was trouble in the Stewarts’ marriage after their son, Dominic Jordan, was born and that McKinley reached out to her, returning to her bed. Stewart denies these allegations, claiming he never had a sexual relationship with his assistant for nearly ten years. No comment yet from his wife, Stewart’s COO, pictured here, looking visibly upset. But rumor has it that a lawyer has been contacted.”

Fuck! How could he have been so stupid and careless? It didn’t matter that he was innocent; people had already decided he was guilty.

He sent a text to Bentley.

Gather the staff in the dining room in fifteen minutes.

Yes, sir.

Then he sent Grace a text.

Please meet me in the dining room in fifteen minutes. I’ve asked Bentley to gather the staff. We need to meet with them to let them know this Alice nonsense is a farce.

Her response did not come as quickly as Bentley’s had.

Okay.

Next, he dialed Michael Stone’s number and got his voicemail, so he left a brief message.

“Michael, it’s Mac. This deal with Alice is bullshit, and I need your help drafting a statement for the press and taking whatever legal action we can against her.”

He headed to the dining room and hoped that he and Grace could present a united front.

It pissed him off that she was right. Every face in the room was washed with pity for Grace and disgust for him. He took Grace’s hand and was grateful she didn’t pull away.

“Grace and I would like to squelch any rumors that are swirling around right now. I’ve never been with Alice and don’t know why she is telling lies about me fathering her child, but it’s one hundred percent fictitious. Needless to say, we are disturbed by Alice’s actions, but we are working with Michael Stone to take legal action against her.”

The group nodded and waited for more. Mac knew they were looking for a sign that things were fine between their bosses. He took Grace’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly.

“Grace and I are still very much in love and have no plans to split, despite the gossip. We wanted to set the record straight.”

More nodding, but still they remained, clearly waiting for Grace to say something that would convince them things were okay. Fortunately, she sensed that and cleared her throat.

“While Mac may not know why Alice is making such ridiculous accusations, it’s a well-known fact that she hates my guts,” Grace said, not mincing any words. “She’s obsessed with him and won’t stop trying to pull us apart. Sadly, for her, that’s not going to happen. We won’t deny that this bump in the road is unpleasant to deal with, but it’s nothing we can’t overcome. So, rest assured, there is no divorce on the horizon. The only child Mac is a father to is our little guy, DJ. But Alice is delusional and will stop at nothing to make our lives miserable.”

There were sighs of relief as Grace spoke. They waited patiently as she continued, “Please do not speak to reporters, as we will be working with Michael Stone to create an official statement. If you are approached, please have no comment at this time. We appreciate that this is an uncomfortable situation for all of us. But we are a family here at Stewart House, and we know we can count on your discretion. Just as you can count on us to be forthcoming about any wild accusations.”

She turned to look at Mac while still addressing the group. “Mac and I love each other very much, and we will weather this storm. Neither of us would ever cheat on the other one. It’s simply not how we roll. We’d never disrespect each other in that manner. Thanks so much for giving us your time. That’s all we have to say for now. You can return to whatever you were doing.”

Mac followed Grace downstairs to the second-floor offices. “That was good what you said about us being family here. You made many good points; we should say some of what you just told the staff in our official statement,” he said softly.

“Let’s see what Michael has composed. We can add to it if we deem it appropriate.”

Mac’s heart fell. Gone was the warmth from her voice that had been there when she told the staff they loved each other. She was suddenly stiff and a little cold.

“Grace, I…”

“I don’t want to talk about it, any of it, right now. I’m hurt and angry, and I don’t want to say things I will regret later. Please, just leave me alone until Michael arrives.”

When she closed her office door, he was crushed. He debated opening it and marching into her office to demand a conversation. But he could hardly do that when their baby lay in his bassinet. He didn’t want to upset DJ with raised voices.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Grace arranged for Claudette to take DJ a little earlier than usual so she could be present at the meeting with Michael.

“I’m trying hard not to say I told you so,” Michael started. “You were foolish to meet with Alice in public. Going further, you must always assume she means to do you emotional harm. I’m just glad I had the sense to insist on the NDA when you terminated her employment as a condition of her receiving a severance package.”

“No one appreciates that more than I do,” Grace said. “I can’t thank you enough for that foresight on your part.”

“Protecting you was also a means to protect McKinley. But I’m glad too,” he added warmly.

He hadn’t liked her much in the beginning. He’d assumed she was a gold-digging whore, and that McKinley was thinking only with his dick. But he’d been wrong about her and was very glad he’d included the NDA for her sake, not just for his.

“I’d like to be part of the press conference when you make your statement,” Michael said.

“Press conference?” Mac asked. “We have to give this statement live?”

“I think that will be the only way to get the throngs of reporters outside your home to leave you alone and stop blocking 63rd Street.”

Mac inhaled sharply and nodded.

“Grace, I’d like you to change into something with more color. I want the public to see you in something that doesn’t look like a woman mourning the death of her marriage. And when you say your part, be sure to let that confidence you possess show through,” Michael instructed.

“Mac, lose the tie and unbutton the top button of your shirt. We want you to look a bit casual and approachable. Be sure to look at Grace as if she is the only woman in the world who would ever be worth your time. You are madly in love, still relatively newlyweds, and rock-solid partners in parenting your young son.”

Mac and Grace nodded.

“Is there anything else before I go change?” Grace asked.

“I think that’ll do. I will inform the reporters that you’ll be giving a statement in thirty minutes.”

“Thank you, Michael. We appreciate your help.”

“It’s truly my pleasure, Grace,” Michael said kindly. “You turned out to be completely different from what I had expected, and I’ve grown very fond of you. I’m happy to do whatever I can to fend off that bitch, Alice.”

Grace laughed and went upstairs to change. She selected a royal blue blazer with a slim pencil skirt of the same color. She added a pale-yellow blouse, a strand of pearls, and some pearl stud earrings. For the hell of it, she put her hair up in a sexy French twist and freshened up her makeup.

When she came back down to the main level, Mac felt his cock twitch. Dear God, the last thing he needed was an erection when he was about to go out and talk to the reporters. But he couldn’t help his feelings of lust for his sexy wife.

Grace noticed, rolled her eyes, and gave a half laugh. “Well, it’s obvious you desire your wife, McKinley,” she said.

“Back to McKinley?” he asked, feeling a little sad. He thought they’d made progress when she’d called him Mac during their impromptu staff meeting.

She took his hands in hers and gazed into his eyes. “You are the love of my life, Mac. But you hurt me when you went to see Alice behind my back. Funny how she has always been trying to insert herself between us from the start. I need you to promise me that this will be the last time you allow her to do so.”

“I promise you, Grace. I know I’ve been naïve and a little blind where Alice has been concerned. It’s not because I have feelings for her; I don’t. It’s because, for a while, she was the only real friend I had. Somewhere along the way, she lost sight of that fact and became vindictive and bitter. I won’t forget that ever again.”

“Then, let’s go show the world we are in love and that she’s a spiteful woman looking for revenge in any way she can.”

And just like that, for the first time in hours, Mac felt he could breathe again.

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Thanksgiving Evening

You have invited me to a “Thanksgiving Evening” at your place, but I’m not entirely sure what to expect, except I hope it will be an opportunity to have a great time.

When I arrive, the door is slightly open, and calling your name, I push it wider, and enter. There seems to be no-one else there, and I stand in the middle of the room, looking around. Then I hear you call my name from behind me, and when I turn around you are standing in the bedroom doorway, looking very glamorous, with full make-up and hair newly styled, and dressed in a skin-tight sheath dress, from a high-buttoned neck, down to below the knee. It is a shimmering material in bright Peacock blue, and clings tight to every contour of your body.

I am taken by surprise, and can only say, “My God, you look stunning! I didn’t know this was going to be such a well-dressed occasion, or I would have made more effort myself. Who else is coming?”

“No-one else,” you say, “This is all for you, Simon. You and I are the only ones coming this evening.”

I laugh, and say ‘So what do you have in mind?’ You tell me to stand in front of you, and you sit on a low chair.

“Just do everything I say, without question, Simon. I am in charge this evening, at least at the beginning; now, kneel in front of me.” I swallow nervously, but I obey. You raise one foot and tell me to remove your high-heeled shoe. I do so, and notice that you seem to be wearing very sheer black stockings, which makes your leg so, so smooth to the touch. You ask me to remove the other shoe and I do so, while my cock stirs in anticipation of what might follow.

Then you take my hands and stand up, indicating that I should too, and we stand facing each other; close but not actually touching. You look up at me and I can feel your hot breath on my face. “I want you to undress me now, Simon; very slowly and carefully.” We move to the middle of the room, so that I have easier access to your body from all sides.

I study your dress, to see how it is fixed, and there are no obvious means of access at the front, but just to make sure, and for the pure pleasure, I run my hands over the silky smooth material covering your breasts, down over your belly and around your hips. You sigh, and I think I can see some response from your nipples, hardening beneath your sheer dress.

I move around behind you and unclip the fastening at the nape of your neck, to find the zip which pulls smoothly and slowly downwards, allowing your dress to peel apart and show what is beneath. When it reaches your hips the dress becomes loose enough for me to push it down, and it drops to the floor around your feet, revealing that you are wearing a tight black basque, with suspenders and black stockings. You look absolutely gorgeous, and I can’t help holding your hips, from behind, and pressing myself up against you.

“No, Simon,” you say firmly, “Only do as you’re told.”

I apologise and kneel beside you to unclasp your stocking-tops from the basque. My mouth is dry, and of course, I can feel a full erection pressing against my jeans, as I stare at the lacy red panties beneath your basque. I think there are already signs of dampness turning the redness darker.

I take hold of one stocking-top, with one hand resting on the outside of your thigh, and the other pressed between your legs. I have to resist touching your panties, but slowly roll your stocking down over your thigh and then knee, and then calf. I repeat this with your other leg, and though you stand as still as you can, I can hear and feel that your breathing is becoming heavier and faster.

You step away from the stockings, and I stand behind you again, this time to unclasp the tight basque fittings down the back. As I unfold it from behind you, I can feel your breasts released from its support and again, I cannot resist reaching around to cup and lift your breasts, and press myself against you from behind.

You swallow hard, and say, “Stop that; for now, at least, and just do as I asked.”

I come round, to kneel in front of you, now dressed only in a brief pair of red panties, and with clothes strewn around the room. My cock is pressing urgently now, as I reach for your panties at each hip and slowly draw them downwards; you have to part your legs slightly to release them and I enjoy the sight of your neatly-trimmed pussy emerging.

You are shaking slightly now, as I draw your panties down your legs, with my face only inches from your pussy; it is certainly damp already, and the lips are parting slightly with tiny beads of moisture visible. Your body is waiting for me. I can smell the aroma of sex, and it makes my cock twitch and throb with anticipation.

Now you are standing completely naked in front of me, trembling a little, I think, and licking your dry lips. You try to remain composed and say, “Thank you, Simon,” your voice trembling slightly, “Now it is my turn to undress you.”

You unbutton my shirt, and peel it backwards over my shoulders, pulling it down my arms. When it reaches my hands, it needs an extra pull to release it, and to do that you have to press closer to me, your breasts now squeezing against my naked chest. You look up and smile, then go down on your knees in front of me, to unbuckle my belt.

My cock feels some relief of pressure when you do that, and even more when you unbutton my waistband. You look up at me again and begin slowly to unbutton my flies, allowing my jeans to fall to my ankles.

“Sit down,” you say, and quickly remove my shoes, and pull my jeans off completely. You ask me to stand again, now dressed only in my boxers, though they are not successfully covering everything anymore. You are kneeling in front of my cock, and as you pull the waistband of my boxers forwards and downwards, it leaps out towards your face, and you laugh and lick your lips in anticipation. Finally, you remove my boxers completely and throw them aside.

We are now both completely naked, you kneeling in front of my throbbing cock. “Well,” you say, “this is meant to be a Thanksgiving Evening, and I want to give thanks for your cock being so strong for me.”

I say, “This wasn’t what I expected from the evening, but you have made it wonderful, with your sexy outfit and letting me undress you. I just love your body, and thank you for sharing it with me. Your breasts are beautiful and I can see that your nipples are hard and erect now. I’m sure your beautiful pussy is ready for me too. But tell me what you would like to do.”

“I want this to last as long as possible,” you say, “but I guess we’ll have to finish by midnight! I’d love to play with you for a while, if you think you can last long enough, then when we can’t resist a moment longer, I want you to come all over me. I think you should sit back and rest while I enjoy exploring what I can do with that gorgeous cock of yours. If you think you’re going to cum, just say so. and I’ll ease off while you recover a little. It will make it all the more spectacular when you do finally cum.”

I sit back and try to think of nothing, but it is very difficult when I look down and see you kneeling between my legs. You sit up a little and rest your breasts on either side of my cock. You have obviously made full preparations for the evening, because from under the chair you produce some lube, which you spread between your breasts and on my cock. You press your breasts around my cock, so that the head is visible between them, and slowly move yourself up and down, so that you are fucking my cock with your breasts.

It is an amazing view and feeling for me, and you seem to enjoy it too, as you arch your head backwards. I try not to look, because the view is just too exciting, and I want you to enjoy yourself by using me just as you wish. You are moving faster and groaning rhythmically now, and when I do look down, you are squeezing me more and more tightly with your soft breasts. Your head is bent forwards, so that with each downstroke, the throbbing red head of my cock briefly touches your lips. It seems to touch more firmly with each stroke now, and I see that your lips are slightly parted, to encircle the head of my cock with each thrust now.

“Wait,” I say, “If I look at you doing that, I will cum very soon. It’s just too sexy to bear. Can we take a pause?”

“Hmm,” you say, “I was getting ready for you then, but you’re right, I wanted to make this last.”

You stand before me and that really doesn’t help me calm down, because your beautiful body is glistening with a light sheen of sweat now, and lube is trickling down from between your breasts, and across your belly towards your pussy. I can see your pussy lips swollen between your legs, parting slightly, and allowing a little dampness to show on the inside of your thighs. None of this is calming me down, really, but the lack of pressure on the shaft and head of my cock is allowing it to recover a little.

“Simon, I’d love to do more now, if you’re ready to continue,” you say.

“OK,” I say, “but take your time please. I don’t really want this to end”

“Nor do I,” you grin, “but it will have to at some point, and I can properly give thanks for your cock when it explodes.”

You kneel between my legs again, and this time grasp my cock in one hand while the other fondles and plays gently with my balls. They are very tight to my body now, and get tighter as you stroke them. Your other hand pulls my cock towards you and you gently wrap your wet lips around the head. You tighten your lips just below the head, and suck hard. I can see your cheeks pull in with the suction in a regular beat, and you simultaneously swirl your tongue around the throbbing head. Now, while that continues, you begin to move your hand up and down the shaft. I am in ecstasy, but afraid that I will soon cum, and I tell you so.

You withdraw my cock from your mouth and look up at me. “That wouldn’t be a bad thing, Simon,” you say, smiling widely, but with parted lips moistened by lube and saliva. “I’m enjoying being in control this time, and you can always return the favour another time.”

“Well, I’m certainly enjoying it too,” I say, “but I want you to cum as well. I love to see your body trembling when you do, and all the little squeaks and squeals you make.”

“I can cum when you do,” you say, “if I’m in control of the pace. I will be able to tell when you’re ready, and that will push me over the edge if I’m well-prepared too”

“So what do you suggest?” I say.

As if by magic, and showing your forward planning for the evening, you produce a bullet vibe from under the chair, and smile as you apply some lube to the tip. “Wow,” I say, “you really have planned for this evening haven’t you! Is this what you wanted all along? I’m very happy with that, as long as you are!”

“You can take control next time, and fuck me hard,” you say, “but tonight I want to say thanks to your cock, for being so powerful. I want to worship it in all its glory, and see in close-up how your cum shoots out, as it must do when you are deep inside me. I can sometimes feel that moment, but then I only see and feel the cum as it drips from my pussy. Tonight I want to see it SPURT!’

“Well,” I say, “that’s a deal! I’ll take charge of you next time. Now you have a free hand, or hands, or mouth! Whatever you want to use. Enjoy yourself, as you wish, because I’m sure I will.”

You sink down between my legs again, kneeling in worship of my cock, twitching in front of your face. I try to calm myself, and control my urges to thrust forwards, so that you can do as you want with me. I can hear a steady buzz as you start your bullet vibe and hold it between your legs. The tone changes slightly as you move it back and forth along your pussy lips, and I think it goes a little quieter sometimes, as you press the tip a little way inside you.

While I listen, you are working on my cock again, but as one hand is busy pleasuring yourself, you only have one other, and your mouth, of course, to please me. You hold my cock away from my belly, towards you, and lick slowly around each of my balls, pressed tight against my body. Then you take each in turn and try to suck them into your mouth, but they are very tight to my body now, so you look up and put your tongue against the root of my cock, dribbling saliva which runs around my balls, and drips off between your legs.

You very slowly lick upwards the full length of my cock, turning your tongue about the rim of the head when you reach it, then further up, to tease the tip with the point of your tongue. You suck the head inside your mouth, looking up into my eyes, and while you suck again, your other hand is moving your bullet vibe up and down the length of your pussy, sometimes dipping briefly inside you, but increasingly concentrating on your clit, which is now, no doubt, fully swollen and throbbing. You try to concentrate on sucking the head of my cock, but as your own orgasm builds, you have to gasp for air, and your head begins to move more purposefully over my cock.

I am trying to keep calm, and not thrust into your mouth, but I have never felt my cock so hard and so big. It feels as though it will burst, and I am starting to make noises as you rhythmically move your head up and down over my cock.

You can tell that I cannot wait much longer, so you pause, and concentrate more on your own pleasure, pressing the bullet against your clit. Your hips begin to move back and forth, and your mouth re-engages with my cock, to move in sync up and down. You are now taking most of my cock deep into your mouth, and I can feel the head pressing against the back of your throat as the strokes reach their limit.

You withdraw again and gasp, “I want to see you cum Simon!”

I can only nod; words will not come out. I look down at your face pressed against my cock, and your other hand working your clit. It is a wonderful sight, and I know I will not be able to hold back much longer. You sense this, as my hips begin to move slightly too, in sync with your own hips moving against the vibe on your clit.

I am starting to groan now, and you join me, using your free hand to grasp the shaft of my cock and stroke firmly up and down. You grasp the head, and stroke firmly down, then move your hand back to the head and stroke down again. You keep doing this, stroking only downwards, and it feels to me as though I am constantly going deeper and deeper inside you, never coming back out. It makes me feel that my cock is endless in length, and your pussy endless in depth. These are wonderful feelings for me and from your rapidly bucking hips, I think you too are close to a climax.

That becomes very clear, as the hand working on your pussy suddenly stops moving- it must be just too sensitive- and your body begins to shake from head to toe. You look up and press my cock against your face, while giving several strong strokes up and down, using your saliva to lubricate my cock.

The strokes become faster and harder still, while you continue to shake and groan, but suddenly I let out a roar, and thrust my hips up to push my cock through your hand and stop with you gripping the root tightly. Pressed up like that, you know my cum is about to gush forth, and look up to see the throbbing head and feel the pulses of cum starting to rise up the shaft.

You shake and shake, while I go rigid, and finally you see the first spurt of cum emerge from the tip of my cock. The first arcs over your head, the second shoots higher still. More and more follow, and you squeal with pleasure as your own orgasm peaks, and cum rains down over you.

It falls back onto your face and runs down your cheeks, to drip from your chin, down between your breasts, and between your legs, where your other hand is now still. You reach up with that hand, to gather as much cum as you can, and spread it between your legs, over your pussy, and against your still throbbing clit. Your tongue flicks out to gather more from my cock, and lap it into your mouth.

Your smile is enormous, as my cock slowly softens and starts to fall down towards your face, and you take the softening head into your mouth again, to suck the final flow of cum from me.

I am exhausted, emptied, drained; but very very happy. You too are happy to have achieved everything you had planned. To bring me to a massive and visible orgasm, while cumming yourself at the same time. It could not have been more perfect.

You rest between my legs, your head on my thigh, while I look down at your still-trembling body and see the little rivulets of cum running over your sweating body. “Thank you so much,” I say, “that was a fantastic experience for me, and you seemed to have fun too!”

“O my God, Simon, that was so much better than I could ever have hoped. I loved it! So ‘Thank You’ too, for being so indulgent of my desires.”

“Well, this was supposed to be a Thanksgiving Evening, after all,” I say, “but I don’t think I will be able to wait a year before I ask you to indulge my desires!”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” you say, “Next time, you will be in control, and I will let you do whatever you want to me! I know I will get massive pleasure too, and I can’t wait to find out what it is you want most. I’m looking forward to it already!”

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Sharon Joins The Oldest Profession pt5; Being Pimped

I am daydreaming on the train on my way to my next ‘consultancy’ appointment. Yes, I am starting my fourth year with Colin, having just signed a two-year extension to my contract. Why? My mind is still conflicted with my body over what I am doing.

Ken, though, is still very keen on my professional and private activities and encourages me to explore my true self, as he calls it. Over the last few years, we have also become accustomed to the lifestyle, and the extra money is no drawback either!

Arriving at Euston, I pull myself back into the present, alight from the train, and make my way to the hotel.

It’s an odd one tonight. I had a meeting a few months ago with the guy I am meeting again tonight. Just a meal and a chat, no sex. His request took me by surprise, and I had to discuss it with Ken before I committed to it.

He wants to be my pimp for a night, hiring me as a cheap prostitute. We will be going to a private ‘Gentleman’s’ club, where they hire rooms by the hour. All I have to do is pick up clients, take them to the room and service them. He suggests that it will be two to three men per hour, but that will be up to how successful I am or want to be. He will take fifty percent of my earnings and pay for the room.

Guide prices are fifty pounds for straight sex, thirty for ordinary oral sex, and anything else by negotiation.

Ken thought it was a great idea and loved the idea of me being used by up to a dozen men. That’s five more than when we went dogging; he pointed out. That was true when I went with him; it was nine less than when I went by myself!

So it is I am being pimped out as a cheap prostitute tonight. The room is booked for four hours, starting at nine pm. I will meet my client in the bar at eight o’clock and travel by taxi to the club; so I have two hours to have a light meal and get myself ready.

John, my client, is waiting at the bar as I enter the lounge at eight o’clock. He sees me and waves me over.

“Well, you certainly look the part, slutty but upper class with it.” John enthused. “We have time for a quick drink; what would you like? John continued.

“Tonic water with lemon, please,” I reply, “and thank you, I thought going posh might make me stand out a bit.” Shaking my cleavage to emphasize the point.

I am wearing a body-hugging deep red dress with a low-cut neckline, the hem coming mid-thigh with a slit to one side, which nicely shows my stocking top. The coup-de-grace, though, is the full-length zip at the front. Tempting for any man and making for easy removal too.

My underwear is equally practical, with no bra and open-crotch knickers in a matching red.

The concierge approaches us.

“Your taxi is here, sir.” He announces.

John takes my hand, and we walk out to the taxi.

“The club is in Bermondsey, just over Tower Bridge; we will be there just before nine o’clock. Traffic willing.” He informs me.

Arriving a few minutes early, John ushers me through the rather run-down front doors and into a dingy bar area.

“Hi John,” the barman shouts, “You’ve got the tart for tonight, I see; nice too.”

I take no notice of the comment and look around at the prospective ‘punters,’ expecting John to show me the room before we get into the evening’s shenanigans.

“Here you are, guys, as promised, one upper-class tart for your delectation,” John announces as he pushes me toward a group of men. “Sorry, change of plan,” he grins at me as I turn to look at him.

Before I can say anything, I am pulled into the group, and a game of pass the tart ensues. I am being passed around the room, hands mauling at my body, not violently but enthusiastically. Being spun, turned, and pushed about, I cannot know how many men are here. It does seem to be a lot.

Then someone grabs me from behind, pulling me tight against his body. Another guy, wearing a large grin, steps up and catches hold of my zipper. Slowly but firmly, he pulls it down, exposing my boobs, then my stomach, and lastly my panties, as he completely unleashes my dress.

Cheers and raucous comments fill the air, getting louder as the man behind me divests me of my dress, then pushes me toward the waiting horde. Passing the tart starts again. Not for long, though, as John shouts out.

“OK, that’s the taster session; you pay for anything else.”

He grabs my arm and leads me away and into a private room.

“Now you start earning your money,” he grunts as he pushes me, face down, over a padded table.

He deftly ties my arms by my side and my legs to the table legs, leaving my pussy exposed and available. It must be a massage table as my face fits into the cut-out bit, I am left looking at the floor. Now he puts earphones on me, playing some ghastly whale song music, and I can hear nothing either.

It is so disorientating, being blind and deaf, I have no idea of what is going to happen until it does.

Slap, a hand ravages my bum cheeks, and again. Then fingers roughly explore my pussy, checking for wetness, I assume. He will not be disappointed! His cock follows and slams into me, the padding on the table saving me from too much pain; again and again, he slams for all he’s worth. He pulled out after three thrusts, shooting his seed all over my back, and then he was gone. This will be a short evening if they are all like that.

They’re not; some take their time, others not so much. There are gentle and not-so-gentle, a variety, as to be expected, and oddly most seem to pull out and cum over me rather than inside me. None of them have come near to providing me with any pleasure, and the angle of entry isn’t helping either. Entering my pussy at the wrong angle to tease my G-spot.

The earphones are removed, and John releases me, sitting me up gently on the table.

“Here, drink this,” he says as he hands me a bottle of water.

“You OK to stand?”

I nod and slip onto the floor. John leads me out of the room and into another, a bathroom.

“Clean yourself up; I will wait outside.”

I sit on the loo, letting the cum drain out of my aching pussy. I take off my hold-up stockings and then step under the shower. The warming water brings my aching muscles back to life. Drying myself off, I notice my clothes aren’t here. I step out to John.

“That’s better, isn’t it,” John grins at me and leads me back to the room. Bugger, I thought this was over. John sees the bemused look on my face.

“Oh, it’s not over. You’ve only been here two hours,” He can’t stop grinning as he pushes me onto the table again, face up this time. My arms are tied by my side again, with my legs pulled back at the knees and tied to the head end of the table. Exposing my pussy nicely!

“OH, that’s lovely; it’s gaping open and ready,” says the grinning fool.

He proceeds to put a blindfold and earphones on me, once again deaf and blind. Again I wait in anticipation.

No warning, no preamble. A cock enters my pussy. OH, that’s better, I think, with a sudden shock as this cock runs over my G-spot, bringing a tingle to my body.

Thrust and repeat, this guy is good and lasts a long time before he fills me with his warm seed. I didn’t quite make it myself, but it is promising. My body is responding like it usually does, despite my mind’s misgivings.

For another two hours, my body is used as an instrument of pleasure by a myriad of men and their cocks, but this time I am being pleasured too. Not too often, but enough to be satisfying.

This must be the end. My legs and arms are being released, and the earphones and blindfold are removed, causing me to blink in the sudden light.

Another bottle of water is offered, and John leads me from the room but not to the bathroom. Back to the bar area.

“Here she is, guys; how about a big round of applause for tonight’s tart,” John shouts out.

The room erupts into a frenzy of cheering, clapping, and raucous comments.

I do my best to please them, giving them a twirl and a curtsy and blowing kisses to them.

John puts his arms in the air and calls for calm.

“Some of you have requested seconds; we don’t have time for that, but if you wish, you can get your cocks out and wank-off over her,” he suggests.

Damn, I’m glad he didn’t agree to seconds!

John looks at me, “Don’t worry, it will wash off.”

It seems everybody wants some of that action. Johns leads me into a different part of the club and lays me down on the floor, which is washable and cold!

“Spread yourself open and let them cover you in cum; I might even join in,” he grins. He is always grinning!

I am surrounded by wanking guys, waving their cocks like rampant hosepipes. Pointing and shooting in all directions, I join in their fun and roll around the floor, running my hands over my body. Spreading the cum and rubbing it into my skin, even licking my fingers, to the apparent enjoyment of those watching.

Everyone is done, and I am liberally coated in sticky, drying cum tightening against my skin. I need a shower or two or three!

John leads me back to the bathroom, and I take an age cleaning myself off. My hair takes forever to get clean; there are no shampoos, of course! This time my dress is here; my stockings are where I left them but are too wet to put back on; so I leave them here. My crotchless knickers have survived the night and are still on me! They have earned their keep!

When finished, I step out to the waiting John.

“I do apologize for the change in scenario, I confess this is what I wanted, and I didn’t think you would agree. I will give you all the money earned tonight to compensate you, and the guys chipped in another two hundred pounds for the cum shower. They loved you joining in and performing as you did.” He worriedly gushed.

“There’s no harm done; it was a bit disconcerting being blind and deaf but also a bit of a turn-on. All the guys were respectful and didn’t abuse me beyond the obvious usage. I take it you enjoyed yourself?” I gently replied. “But next time, choose some better music; I like jazz.”

Have I just volunteered to do this again? I must learn to keep my mouth shut. By the look on John’s face, I have.

“OH yes,” he splutters, “they all think I am a great player and can get all the girls I want.”

“Is that true? getting all the girls.” I tease, knowing full well he can’t.

“Sadly not, but my money can, and what’s the point of having money if not to enjoy and perhaps delude myself?” He confesses happily.

We leave and travel back to the hotel, he hands me the money in the taxi, and I stuff it between my boobs for safekeeping.

Saying our goodnights in the foyer, I head up to my room. On entering, I pull my zipper down to remove my dress, scattering the cash I had stashed all over the floor. Bugger, that can wait. I leave it and run my bath, nice and hot with lots of bubbles. Bliss as I slide my body smoothly onto the deep water, luxuriating in the warmth and aroma of my Badedas bubble bath.

Feeling thoroughly refreshed, I climb out of the bath and put my robe on; feeling peckish, I call down to room service and order a prawn sandwich.

I’d better clear up that money before my sandwich is delivered; it might make me look like a whore I chuckle to myself.

All gathered up; I start counting it while I wait.

HOW MUCH? I shout to myself. Two thousand three hundred and fifty pounds! Wait, so that’s, hang on, two hundred extra for the cum shower and fifty per man. That’s forty-three cocks in one night!! Why is my pussy not sore? Probably because nobody took much time; they were all about pleasing themselves, not me.

God, I really am a whore; my body is tingling in excitement at the thought of forty-three cocks ravaging me. My rational mind tells me this is another story Ken will not hear!

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My True Self

-1-

Just another lackadaisical day at work I thought as I stepped into my office with a few folders in one hand and a cup of green tea in the other. I was expecting three of my old patients today, and a new one who had called in five days ago for an appointment. Avery Strathmore: 29, lives in the area, has been dealing with a lot of anxiety and stress these past few weeks that he decided to give therapy a shot. That had been the extent of my knowledge up until Avery walked into my office, shook my hand and sat himself on my velvety dark blue recliner.

The recliner gave a stifled screech under his weight.

“Should I lean all the way back, doc?” He smiled revealing a perfect set of Hollywood-worthy teeth.

“It’s really up to you, Mr. Strathmore. Whatever feels the most comfortable to you,” I said, smiling back at him.

“I guess I’m going to lie back, my neck’s been hurting like crazy. A minor gym mishap.”

“I’m sorry. Of course, go ahead and relax.”

I felt genuine concern for him and a sudden urge to massage his neck and relieve his pain. But that wasn’t my job. My job was to make fixes on the inside instead of the outside.

He leaned back in the recliner, stretching his long legs all the way until they went far beyond the footrest and almost touched the ground. His formal pants tightened around his thighs and crotch as he pulled himself up revealing a considerable bulge.

I struggled to break my stare and proceeded to ask what brought him here.

“I recently broke up with my girlfriend, and I’ve been having trouble dealing with the whole situation.”

“Yes, a breakup can be very emotionally taxing, especially in a long-term relationship.”

“Oh no doc, it wasn’t long-term, we had only been going out for two months when she decided to break it off.”

“So, is it her abrupt departure that weighs heavily on you?”

“No,” he said, “I think it’s just the lack of sex.”

He was so frank about it that I was taken aback for a second.

“Oh, I see. Do you feel like you might have an unhealthy addiction to sex?”

“No, I don’t think so. It’s just that the lack of it has been stressing me out. I’m going to be real with you doc, man to man, let’s say that if I don’t fuck every day, it’s not just my balls that go blue.” He laughed.

I forced an awkward chuckle, and for a moment or two, we sat in silence as I searched my brain for something to say.

“Well, I don’t know what to say Mr. Strathmore, but have you tried dating apps, or the local bar for that matter?”

“Doc, I’ve tried everything, but no one has been able to keep up with me. I need constant sex. I need to spill my seed at least six times a day, otherwise I feel out of my mind! And masturbating doesn’t seem to do it for me like before, it has to be with somebody.”

Not exactly the lackadaisical day I was expecting a few hours ago.  This guy clearly had a serious case of sex addiction, and what’s worse, he was denying it. That was expected, though. Addicts seldom confessed their addictions.

“Mr. Strathmore, I’m afraid you might be suffering from an addiction. Is it at all possible you’re avoiding intimacy and commitment by having lots of meaningless sex?”

“Doc, I thought you of all people would understand. That’s why I came to you. You see I’m horny right now, I just can’t help it. I get so frustrated. What am I supposed to do?”

“I promise you we’ll get to the bottom of this, but it’s going to take time and a lot of effort from your side.”

“Are you at all into guys, doc?” He gave me a sly grin.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Mr. Strathmore,” I said with all the seriousness I could muster.

This was getting out of hand.

“But I spotted that picture of you holding another guy’s hand.” He pointed at the framed photograph on my desk.

“Yes, if you must know, that’s my boyfriend.”

I wasn’t supposed to be sharing intimate details with patients, but that Avery had something about him which made him irresistible. That something was probably his beyond handsome face with its angular jaw, intense green eyes, and beautifully curved nose. His buzz cut only added to his manliness, and his broad shoulders and buff body demanded appreciation.

“I’d say he’s one lucky boyfriend.” That sly grin again. “He wouldn’t mind you helping out a patient in need, would he?”

“I don’t know what you mean. My job is to help every patient who comes to me.” I said, feeling a heat rise in my cheeks.

“No doc, I meant lending a helping hand.” He chuckled, his voice becoming hoarse.

I could see him squirming in the recliner. He undid two upper buttons on his shirt, exposing a hairy chest and the outline of rock-hard pecs. “It’s getting hot in here, do you mind?”

“It’s okay. Now tell me, how do you think we should approach this seeing as you’re absolutely denying the presence of an addiction?”

I touched my forehead and slid the heel of my hand across the few beads of sweat that were starting to make their way to the surface of my flushed skin. 

“I would suggest you approach my dick and take care of it,” Avery said with a maniacal laugh.

“Mr. Strathmore, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” I said unconvincingly.

“Come on now doc, I can see it in your eyes. You want it.” He squeezed at his crotch with a big hand. “It’s getting bigger, and I bet you it’s bigger than your boyfriend’s. Just give it a taste, I promise you’re going to love it.”

He proceeded to unzip his pants. In two swift moves, he pulled out a magnificent dick and started jerking it off with his two hands. It was a massive dick, easily ten inches long and as thick as my wrist, if not thicker.

I tried to keep a semblance of professionalism in the office, but that was thrown out the window when Avery stood up, dropped his pants and briefs and started caressing his huge bull balls.

“Doc, come sniff and lick my balls, and I’ll empty them on your sweet lips.” He locked his eyes on mine and kept on jerking his dick so violently I was afraid he might hurt himself.

I just sat there, paralyzed, not knowing what to do. For a moment, I felt myself getting hard, but the thought of Nick, my loving boyfriend, pulled me out of this surreal trance and brought me back to reality.

“Mr. Strathmore, I will do no such thing. Please, pull yourself together and take a seat, or leave this office right now.”

Avery was in his own trance, jerking off as if his life depended on it. I knew he was getting close, and when I saw his balls tighten, I knew he was about to cum. He kept rubbing his dick until it started spewing semen. He aimed it at me, and even as he stood by the recliner, his cum still landed on my desk in big creamy blobs. He moaned and made depraved guttural sounds that reminded me of a few porn movies Nick and I sometimes watched together to get us going. Except in porn, the sounds always felt fake. The ones Avery made sounded so carnal that I couldn’t but shiver.

I looked at him and realized his breathing was slowing down. His eyes seemed not to be glazed over anymore. He was out of the trance now. Back in the real world.

“Mr. Strathmore, what just happened?”

He stuttered, “I… I don’t know doctor; I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. This is what happens every time I feel aroused, which is several times a day. I suddenly become possessed until I manage to ejaculate.”

“Yours is a curious case, Mr. Strathmore, I must admit. However, I’m afraid our time’s up for today. But I promise you, what happened here is strictly confidential. And together, we are going to remedy your condition.”

“Thank you, doc. I knew I came to the right place. And again, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I smiled and watched him pull up his briefs, tuck his still swollen dick inside, then pull up his fancy pants. “For next week, I want you to keep a record of your sexual encounters. No names, just dates. Is that okay?”

“Sure thing, doc, but it’s going to be a long list.” He laughed, this time the laugh was less maniacal, more endearing. “See you next week.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Strathmore.”

I watched him walk out the door and close it behind him, his head almost touching the frame. I stared at the blobs of cum splattered across my desk.

That’s a real mess, I thought, and before I knew it, I was reaching out a hand and scooping a bit of Avery’s cum with two fingers. I licked my fingers and was startled when I heard myself moaning and enjoying the taste of my new patient’s cum. I dipped my fingers in another blob, licked them clean and dipped them in again.

Two minutes later, I found my face pressed against the desk, my tongue sticking out of my mouth, lapping up every morsel of Avery’s “spilled seed”.

-2-

That night, when Nick and I had sex, my body resisted.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He kissed my neck and caressed my cheek. His bare chest was pressed against my back, and I could feel his heart beating hard with arousal.  

“I’m fine, Nicky.”

I turned my head to face him, and we started kissing, his tongue pushing forcefully against mine. He bit my lip softly, and I moaned with pain and pleasure as he pressed his hips against my ass. When his sizable cock penetrated my hole, I felt myself relax a bit. He pushed my flushed face into the pillow and proceeded to thrust his hips, starting out gently then picking up speed.

A mental image of a naked Avery floated into my half-unconscious mind. Nick loved to fuck me hard, and with Avery on my mind, his rough fucking made me orgasm so violently, my dick rubbing against and soaking the underlying mattress. Nick kept drilling my hole, which was now milking his dick like crazy as it tightened then untightened with each orgasmic pulse. He pushed my face even harder into the pillow and started moaning loudly, coming deep inside of me. His energetic thrusts slowly came to a halt. He dropped himself on top of me with all his weight, pinning me down under his still-convulsing body.

“Fuck baby, you made me cum in two minutes,” Nick whispered in my ear. He lay on top of me until his breathing calmed down. As he pulled out, I gave a slight moan and felt a few trickles of his warm cum seep out of my fucked hole and make their way across my inner thighs and onto the cum-covered mattress.

 “We made a huge mess, Nicky,” I said with a laugh.

“You did this!” He chuckled and lay on his back looking at the ceiling, his dick still twitching and dripping cum.   

I turned around and planted a kiss on his cheek, then slid down to kiss his stomach until I reached his dick, which glistened with cum.

“Yeah, clean my cock, baby. You’re such a perfect little slut, aren’t you?” Nick knew I loved it when he was verbal, and I nodded obediently as I licked his dick clean. After that, I snuggled next to him and drifted to sleep.

-3-

I woke up feeling all at once guilty, refreshed, and excited. It’s true that Nick pushed all my right buttons, but I couldn’t get Avery out of my head. More precisely, I couldn’t get the taste of Avery’s cum off my mind. I felt intoxicated every time I thought about it and was able to taste his cum in my mouth even though I only got to sample what amounted to a few “breadcrumbs” of his semen. But now I wanted more, I craved and needed more.

I decided to skip breakfast, took a shower, and hurried off to work. Nick, who mostly worked from home these days, usually slept in till 10 AM. I only had two patients today, one of whom called to reschedule her appointment. But I had to escape home, being with Nick made me feel guilty. But I’d be lying if I didn’t confess that I mostly hurried to my office hoping to relive yesterday’s experience in my head.

A buzzing sound brought me back to reality. It was the intercom.

“Hello,” I said, holding down the push-to-talk button on the interface.

To my surprise, I heard Avery’s deep voice. “Hey doc, are you free right now?”

“Um, Avery, I’m not supposed to see you until next week? What’s up?”

“I tried to go without sex last night but ended up with two gals and a dude. I fucked the three of them twice. I’m starting to think this addiction thing might be true. I’m kind of worried, doc.”

“Hold on, I’ll buzz you in.”

A minute later, I heard a knock at the door.

“Please, come in.”

Avery stepped into my office. He was wearing sweatpants today and a tight T-shirt that revealed a lot of muscle. He came forward and stood by my desk, towering over me. He was perspiring profusely, and his beefy body smelled of sweat mixed with deodorant. I didn’t hate that one bit. In fact, that feeling of drunkenness crept over me again, and I felt an urge to just get on my knees and worship this god of a man.

“Sorry doc, I went for a run to destress.”

“Th-… That’s okay. Please, have a seat.” I swallowed hard and sensed hot blood starting to flood my cheeks and ears. 

He looked at me for a minute then smirked.

“Your boyfriend fucked you real good last night, didn’t he?”

I blushed even more. “Mr. Strathmore, you’re crossing a line. Please.”

“Sorry, doc. I’m just horny after the run. And I see it in your eyes, the lust.” Again, the smirky smile that extended a bit more to the right side of his handsome face.

“No, we cannot do this,” I snapped, “I have a boyfriend, and you are a patient of mine.” I stood up and started for the door, but Avery intercepted me. I looked up at his face. Standing right next to him, I must have looked very small and feeble. He was looking at me with an intensity that almost left me unshielded.

He reached out and grabbed my ass with his big hand. He gently squeezed then let go.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t be doing that. I’m sick.”

It was too late though, not for him, but for me. I extended a wavering hand and touched his cock. His bulge, already sticking out from under his sweatpants, began to swell in my hand. He gave me a big smile then placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down on my knees.

I drew my face closer to his crotch and sniffed at it like a hungry dog.

“Take a deep breath, doc, you’re going to need it in a second.” His voice came as if from a distance. I was so drunk on his musky smell that I buried my face in his crotch and felt the outline of his massive dick and balls against my cheeks.

“That’s it, bitch. I knew you wanted it, and now I’ll give it to you ­­– and give it to you good.” He placed his hands on the back of my head, held it in place, and proceeded to dry hump my face as he swiveled his hips left and right making it rub against his swelling bulge.

I let out a soft and eager moan. I held onto the rubber band of his sweatpants, pulled it down, and soon realized that he probably preferred going commando on his runs. His dick was pulsating, and his low-hanging balls swayed between his burly thighs like a hypnotic pendulum.

“Open your mouth, bitch. I hope your boyfriend trained you well because I’m going to fuck that throat until it’s burning sore.”

I obediently opened my mouth as wide as possible, preparing myself for some face fucking that would probably bruise my throat. The thought of that turned me on so badly that a flow of precum started to wet my briefs. I felt a thrilling spasm that started somewhere behind my balls and ran all the way through to my hole, which still felt a bit tender after last night.

He rammed his dick into my mouth like a train entering a tunnel at full speed. And no sooner had it touched my uvula than it plunged into my throat, taking me by surprise and obstructing my breathing. I choked and threw up what seemed like a bucket of saliva. It was a good thing I’d skipped breakfast.

“Good cocksucker, lube up that cock with your dirty spit, you fucking whore.”

He pulled his throbbing penis out of my gaping mouth ­­– just for a second – then plunged it back into my throat before I could take a deep enough breath. He kept it there for a while until I felt like passing out. That’s when he decided to let me breathe. He lightly slapped my face to bring me out of my semi-blackout. I looked up at him anxiously, teary-eyed, knowing well I could and should do better.

“Sorry,” I muttered, “It’s just too big, and I’m not used to that.”

He smiled and patted me on the head. “That’s all right, cocksucker, you got plenty of time to train. Consider this your first of many lessons. I tell you what, go lie down on that recliner.”

I staggered to stand up and made my way stumblingly to the same chair that was supposed to be a comforting place for my patients to pour their hearts out.

“Place your head on that footrest, and I’ll fuck your face upside down like a pussy.”

I nodded and clambered up the chair, propping my head on the footrest. I saw Avery upside down, his dick still throbbing and convulsing, big balls dangling like a heavy fruit filled with nectar. He looked glorious, and I couldn’t wait to be used like a sex object for his pleasure. As he walked in my direction, his dick and balls bobbed up and down, slapping against his hefty thighs. The cloud of intoxication and drunkenness enveloped me again, and my eyelids draped halfway over dilated pupils in an expression of lust and overwhelming desire.

He positioned himself over me, my head between his sturdy legs, then squatted until his heavy balls rested on my face, covering my nose and blocking my nostrils. I breathed in heavily and imbibed his pheromones. Another contraction traveled through my nether regions and landed at my overworked hole, which ached to be stretched wide open.

 “Open wide, bitch.”

Avery’s dick touched the back of my throat and kept going until it was lodged deep inside, its outline probably drawn clearly across my neck. For a moment it seemed that wasn’t enough pleasure for Avery as he decided to jerk his dick through the delicate skin and bone of my neck. His big hand wrapped around my throat like a choker that squeezed the very last breath out of me. And despite my body’s natural and involuntary response to what could only be described as a life-threatening situation, I felt a deep satisfaction on some unconscious level I had never before dared to explore.

“That’s right, you’re my own personal human cum dumpster now… you fucking whore.”

His nasty, dirty words only fueled my controversial satisfaction and set my insatiable lust on fire. I moaned half-chokingly like a nymphomaniac whose sexual hunger could never be satisfied.

“Yeah, I knew exactly what you were the moment I saw you, a set of two fucking holes, a semen receptacle, ugh!” He grunted as his dick slid out of my distended esophagus. No sooner had it slid out than it went back in — seemingly deeper this time if that were physically possible. “Come on bitch, got to break you in like new leather shoes.”

At this point my eyes were already popping half-way out of my drool-drenched face, but he continued to thrust vehemently… relentlessly. With each thrust, his low-hanging bull balls slapped my nose and forehead as if punishing me for not doing a good enough job. The smell of spit and precum mixed with the overpowering smell of manly post-workout sweat to produce a magical concoction that petrified me and held me in place. It was true after all: I had been reduced, at least in that moment, to a dirty expendable sex toy whose only purpose was to gratify this magnificent beast of a man.

Avery fucked my face, picking up the pace and slowing down however he pleased. My swollen lips enwrapped his massive cock exactly like a silicone pussy on a masturbation toy. He kept going for a while, occasionally holding my head with both hands, and pulling it all the way up until my mouth was stuffed full of cock and my head pressed close against his crotch. I gurgled and gagged and slobbered until my face lay unrecognizable under gooey layers of saliva.

“I really want to shoot a load down your throat and be on my way, but I tell you what, now that my dick’s already lubed up, how about I fuck you in the ass, cum dumpster?”

Helplessly, half-unconsciously, and with Avery’s dick still working my throat, I broke into a series of submissive moans that betrayed whatever vestiges of dignity I had still.

“That’s right, get on all fours! I will take you from behind like a dirty little bitch.”

I crawled dizzily, on all fours, to the empty space between my desk and the door. A narrow mirror that ran all the way to the floor stared me in the face. My eyes, now swollen and red, registered an abundance of thick fluid drizzling down lazily across my forehead and puffy cheeks. In the mirror I could see Avery charging in my direction, jerking his gigantic dick with one hand, and fondling his plump balls with the other. His sharp green eyes reflected a flare of mania, and for a moment I felt scared.

“It’s going to be fine, bitch. Don’t be scared, maybe I’ll go easy on you. Just this one time. Now pull down those pants and expose that juicy ass-pussy.”

I did as I was told. I arched my back until I felt my butthole open up a little. It was still a bit sore from last night, but that also meant it was still loose enough that I wouldn’t be screaming in pain when Avery plunged his ten-inch cock into what he referred to as my “ass-pussy”.

Avery took me by surprise when he rubbed a big hand across my face to scoop up some of the trickling saliva.

“Oh, you were so meant to be a fuck toy. That’s free lube right there! In goes the dick, out comes the lube. Gosh damn, it’s warm and creamy too. And that mouth-pussy on your sweet face produced about a gallon of this shit. Just think if I had fucked it for an hour… or two, you’d have flooded the place. Haha.” He laughed heartily, his dick bobbing up and down, a slimy transparent thread of precum dangled from the tip and made its way to the parquet floor.

Avery crouched and bowed forward until his taut stomach touched the small of my back, and I could feel his breath against my nape. The mirror reflected the image of two animals in heat. I was the bitch on all fours, so eager to receive, and Avery was the horny bull about to impregnate the powerless bitch by pumping a massive load of semen in its pussy.

“Damn, that hole is ripe! Ready for some good ole hardcore fucking, bitch?”

I soon realized he must have changed his mind about going easy on me. The fat head of his cock pushed violently against my tender hole until it went in with a pop. I whimpered in pain and bit my lower lip to keep myself from crying. Avery pushed in further, not giving my feeble protestations a second thought.

“You were begging for it, bitch. Now, take it!”

He grunted and thrusted his hips forward, his body banging hard against mine, shoving me forward until my face almost hit the glass mirror. His two hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me back.

“Nowhere to go. Just stay put! It’ll all be over soon.”

And despite the pain and tears, and the inescapable humiliation, a deep feeling of ecstasy rose inside me. It sickened me for a moment, but it also found its way through my spine and across my nerves until it hit every nerve ending to leave behind a million hair-raising tingles over every inch of my body. Then the tingles faded to be slowly replaced with a sense of ambiguous calm. My hole — ass-pussy to Avery — relaxed around the drilling rod so intent on splitting it wide open. A moan of epic proportions on the sluttiness scale escaped my sore throat.

“Good boy! Good boy! Ah, this pussy feels so damn good, I’m going to nut soon.”

“Please fill me up with cum,” I begged like the bitch that I was.

“Good whore, beg for my seed in your fucking cunt!”

Avery held my head back by my hair then slid his hand across my neck and pressed hard. I choked for a moment then allowed myself to calm down. I only whimpered helplessly until he loosened his grip and kept on wrecking my ass-pussy. I could feel his dick extending my hole, dilating it into a gape surely to be noticed by Nick tonight. He thrusted hard, his dick going all the way in, all the way out. Then came the flooding of my ass-pussy with cum, which happened so fast yet in slow motion.

Gradually, Avery’s breathing slowed down. He was hunched over me like a dog, his large muscular body contrastingly outsizing mine underneath it. He slowly pulled out his dick to the sound of warm cum sputtering out of my wrecked hole. It streamed out of my hole and down my butt crack until it dropped to the floor with an audible plop.

I moaned out loud for the hundredth time since Avery launched his consensual assault on me. I couldn’t help it; his cum felt so good in my hole.

“Wow doc, you sure are a magician! You’ve got one hell of a throat and cunt. And a killer body to match! I’ll be leaving now, but I know that cum won’t go to waste, right?”

I shook my head silently, obediently.

“Good boy, I’ll see you again soon.”

And with that he left. I was still on all fours, my back arched, my ass up in the air. I touched my hole with two fingers. It felt raw and tender, as a well-fucked pussy should. I smiled and turned around to scoop up Avery’s precious cum off the floor and devour it as ordered.

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