I stood in thick pile carpet before the largest oak desk I'd ever seen.
Behind the desk sat a man bigger than life: Stewart Jennings Killinger--Mr.
Killinger, CEO of the biggest mining equipment company in the world, Killinger
Equipment. I was relatively new to the company, still in my twenties, but on a
fast track to top-level management. I rose through the ranks in record time and
was poised for the key promotion that would set me and my young family for life.
Mr. Killinger ignored me for several minutes while carrying on a phone
conversation with his chair swivelled to present the leather back fringed with
brass studs. When he suddenly spun around and slammed down the phone, I jumped.
Mr. Killinger eyed me like a plantation overseer might look at a new slave. I
felt like a slave, anyway. Once you move into a salaried position with the
company, they work you seven days a week, sometimes eighty, ninety hours. Mr.
Killinger pays his slaves well. Behind his back, we respectfully call him
messiah Stewart. I was nervous being scrutinized by the messiah. He said,
"Relax...Groves, isn't it?" "Bill Groves, sir, yes sir," I said. "I've heard
good things about you, Groves, damn good things. I've been keeping my eye on
you, son. We have a division that might get your name on it." My eyes opened
wide. "Hold on, now. Don't go getting a hard-on. I said might. Nobody gets one
of my divisions until I know he is a 100% company man." Mr. Killinger rose and
walked around the desk, saying, "Some men give lip service to the term, company
man, Groves. I'm not one of them. When I say company man, I mean COMPANY man.
The company comes first." The burly, distinguished older man began pacing back
and forth on my side of the desk. "When I say first, there is no second. The
company is the be all and end all of his existence. His role in the company
defines who he is and what kind of man he is." He stopped and cast me a sidelong
stare. "Are you a company man, Bill Groves?" "Oh, yes sir. I eat, sleep,
drink...I live Killinger Equipment. Killinger is my life, sir." "We'll see,
Groves. We'll see. If you're telling me the truth, you'll get a division. Maybe
not right away, maybe not this year, but you will one day. If I determine that
you lied, I'll fire you on the spot. Now, I'm going to ask you again. Are you a
company man?" I broke out in a sweat. My tie suddenly felt like a hangman's
noose. When my secretary told me that Mr. Killinger wanted to see me, the idea
that I might get fired on the spot never entered my mind. I said, "Sir, I AM a
company man." "You're married." "Yes sir. Eight years now. To a wonderful
woman." "Cynthia, right?" "Why, yes sir." "And she bore you three kids--twin
boys and a baby girl." "Yes, that's right. The girl isn't exactly a baby. She's
four. The boys are seven." "Are they yours? All of them?" "Of course." "Cynthia
is a very attractive and sexy woman." "I think so. I'm sure most men would think
so." "I hear she looks like that brunette on the TV show, Charlie's Angels.
What's 'er name?" "Jackie Smith. Yes, she hears that quite a bit. I think she's
a dead ringer myself. If she were three inches taller and her waistline were
three inches bigger, she could be her double." "She must have a figure like an
hour glass." "She does, and she likes wearing dresses that accentuate that hour
glass look. You know, skin tight around the middle." "She sounds like one hot
number, but you don't think Cynthia finds any man but you attractive or sexy
enough to take between her legs. Is that what you're telling me?" This took the
wind out of my sails. I said, "I...uh, sir, it's not that. Cynthia is a faithful
and true blue woman. Maybe you should meet her." "Carl met her, and we disagree
with you." "Sir, I don't understand. When did Mr. Roberts meet Cynthia, and why
would you think she isn't faithful?" "Groves, I'll ask the questions. You answer
them unless you want to walk out of here right now and forget we had this whole
conversation." I was in no way inclined to leave at that point. I said, "No,
I'll answer." "I'm going to get personal, very personal. Are you sure you want
to stay?" "I have nothing to hide, and neither does Cynthia." "When was the last
time you fucked her?" "What?" "Was there a word you didn't understand?" "No..I,
uh..." "Then answer the question." "I think a week ago." "How many times in the
last month?" "Four, maybe three. I'm not sure." "What's a monthly average in the
past year?" "I don't know, maybe three." "Maybe one?" "Some months, maybe. The
average has to be at least two. Mr. Killinger, why..." "I ask the questions.
Now, you're married to this gorgeous woman with a body that should be painted on
a B-29 bomber, and you think she's satisfied with two pokes a month. You don't
think she needs more than that, or that her needs aren't being met by someone
else. That's what you're telling me, right?" "Well, yes." "Again, I think you're
wrong. I think what you're getting are mercy fucks. I think she tosses you
scraps from the table, and someone else is sitting in your seat, eating his
fill. You'd fuck her every night of the week if she'd let you, wouldn't you?" "I
suppose I would, but Cynthia's never been that interested in sex. She's just not
that way, Mr. Killinger. Look, if you know something I don't..." "I know a lot
of things you don't, young man. Tell me something. How's her pussy? Is she still
tight?" "She's had three kids." "Is she as tight as she was last year?"
"I...probably not, but..." "Show me your dick, Groves." I turned bright red and
stammered, "Sir, I..." "Pull your cock out, Groves. I'm not going to suck it. I
just want to look at it." I unzipped my fly and fished out a pathetic member
trying to hide in my pubic hair. Stewart looked at diminutive organ and shook
his head. "Put that thing away, Groves." I hurriedly did so. "Now, are you going
to try and tell me that your cock stretched her pussy." "I don't know." "A
moment ago you were absolutely sure that your cock was the only cock Cynthia is
spreading her legs for. Now, you're not sure. I've seen a picture of your wife,
Groves, and I know that woman is fucking her ass off, and if she isn't, she
should be. If she's getting cock like yours, twice a month, and that's all she's
getting, I'll eat this fucking telephone. If I have to eat this telephone, I'm
going to be very upset with you because that's just a waste of good pussy. If
you can't provide your wife with a good cock, you should see she gets one." "I
don't know what to say, Mr. Killinger." "I've been asking around, Groves, nobody
at Killinger is getting any pussy off of Cynthia. Wipe that smug grin off your
face, Groves. That just means some outsider is fucking one of our women. I can
overlook the lower ranks letting their wives stray from Killinger cock stock,
but for a man moving up like you appear to be doing, that won't do. No sir, that
won't do at all." My head was spinning. Killinger cock stock? Our women? I'd
heard rumours about Mr. Killinger. I heard he could be bizarre, pushy,
demanding, and ruthless, but this was too much. He thought of my Cynthia as one
of "our women." Still, the man held my future in his hands. I was speechless,
but grew numb when Mr. Killinger took out his cock and told me to feel it. I
stared at the most impressive cock I'd ever seen resting like a slab of meat in
Mr. Killinger's hand. Through a fog, I heard him repeat, "Take it. Feel this
cock Groves. This is a real cock, a Killinger cock." I reached out and picked up
the penis like a lump of toxic waste, pinching the middle between my thumb and
forefinger. Mr. Killinger took my hand and placed my fingers around the shaft.
With his hand on mine, he began stroking. I could feel the blood rushing in to
fill the organ, and could feel it swell and grow. Within seconds, I held Mr.
Killinger by his erect cock, a cock at least a foot long and as thick as my
daughter's forearm. I could feel Mr. Killinger's heart beating through his cock,
and though I felt ridiculous holding a man's penis, slowly stroking my
employer's huge cock from the root to the tip, even after Mr. Killinger let go,
I was not inclined to let loose unless told to do so. Despite feeling
ridiculous, I wanted to continue holding, stroking, and fondling Mr. Killinger's
cock. My own cock stirred with the excitement I felt rushing through me. Without
conscious awareness, I was jacking Mr. Killinger off, right there in his office.
We stood facing each other with Mr. Killinger's throbbing organ bridging the
one-foot separation. The head of his dick rubbed against my belt buckle and made
the belt, the buckle, and part of my pants shine with his precum. He said, "This
is the kind of cock your wife's pussy craves, Groves. She probably found herself
two or three cocks that will do, but she won't find cocks like these on the
street." I could not argue. Still, as beautiful and sexy as Cynthia is, and as
much as she likes dressing in sexy and revealing clothes, she just does not have
the sexual drive or desire that usually goes with a body like hers. She could
take sex or leave it. Mr. Killinger was right, though, she gives me mercy fucks,
but once a month was more the average. Between fucks she'd pacify me with a hand
job, and even for those she wears a latex rubber glove so the "messy stuff"
won't get on her skin. I fuck my wife wearing a rubber. I couldn't help but
wonder how Cynthia would respond to a cock like the one I was jacking off
without a glove. Mr. Killinger pushed down on my shoulders, saying, "Go get a
better look at it, Groves. Get a good look at a real cock." My knees offered no
resistance. I sank lower and lower watching that monster cock rise higher toward
my face. When my knees hit the carpet, the head of Mr. Killinger's dick was at
my lips. He said, "I'll bet you can't even get your mouth over the head, Groves.
See if you can?" My mouth opened of it's own accord as Mr. Killinger took
control of his own cock. He pressed forward and the soft rubbery head forced its
way inside my mouth, filling my mouth. Mr. Killinger began pumping his cock the
way he preferred, saying, "You've got a big mouth, Groves. Imagine how my cock
would feel to Cynthia's pussy. She can take it all, clear to the balls. I
guarantee it. If she does, she'll never stray from Killinger cock again. There
isn't a man in my executive suites that doesn't have a wife devoted solely to
Killinger cock. Cynthia would drool over Raul, cream over Eugene, and she'll cum
in her knickers when she sees Rambo Sambo. I hired them because they had big
cocks--bigger than mine if you can believe that. I've got one drawing six
figures that isn't worth tits on a Marine, but Raul can turn any lady into a
whore after one fuck." I found myself sucking on his cock and trying to get more
in my mouth. I never made that conscious decision; I just did. Mr. Killinger
paused in his lecture to say, "I just want you to know, I won't let just any man
suck my dick. I don't let outsiders, and I don't go for queers, but if I know
the man is straight, and he's willing to let me cum in his mouth, and he'll
swallow my load like a true cock-sucker, I won't think less of him. We'll just
keep this between us, Groves." I said, "Uhmm, ughn, omh, yemmm summm." You get
the picture. He said, "If you're going to do this, do it right. Get my balls out
and massage them in one hand, and pump my cock with the other like I'm doing.
That's it, Groves. That's how you suck a big dick, but get more suction going.
You need to keep a partial vacuum in there. If you don't, when I blow my nuts,
the shit's going to go everywhere. I don't want to soil my slacks, so be
prepared to get all of my wad, Groves." Mr. Killinger's balls were huge. They
filled my hand, and I must say, pumping that cock while sucking sure felt good.
Having never had a dick in my mouth before, I wasn't sure I'd like it. Part of
my passion was derived from the shear size and power his cock represented. A
powerful cock on a powerful man is a heady combination. I couldn't help but
wonder how Cynthia would respond to Mr. Killinger's cock, or to one even larger,
one that can turn any lady into a whore after one fuck. The idea wouldn't go
away, partly because Mr. Killinger wouldn't let the idea go away. He went on,
"Where was I? Oh, you see, Groves, I can't have women who sleep with my key
people sharing intimate knowledge of our corporate plans and projects, sleeping
with outsiders and letting things out. For that reason, no one advances to this
level unless he is willing to carry his naked wife into this office and set her
on my desk for a Killinger cock fucking. They all did it, and if you are a
company man, you'll do it too. They strip their wives in the lobby before every
swinging dick, every secretary, and the fucking janitors, then haul their naked
bitches in here for a screwing. When I'm done, they carry them out with their
cunts gaping wide and leaking cum - Killinger cum." "I'll tell you something
else, Groves. It don't stop there. Those wives either meet Raul, Eugene, or
Rambo Sambo before or after seeing me. They all get screwed by them. When they
get an itch in their twats, all they have to do is pick up the phone, or put on
a knock-me-down-and-fuck-me outfit and trot their horny little twats down to the
executive office building. Their husbands do a great deal of travelling and are
away more than home. If I didn't keep this place well-stocked with cock, well,
you see the trouble we'd have. Some of those wives spend more time in the
executive office building than their husbands do. If you get an office here,
you'll be seeing a lot of Cynthia. I guarantee it. Slow down, cowboy. Don't be
in such a hurry. You're sucking me like a starving queer. "I see that notion
turns you on. You may not like what you see if you've never seen her strut her
stuff in public. You might see her in a mini skirt with no panties and cum
running down her legs to her high heels, parading that shit around, proud as a
god damn peacock. They do that, Groves. I don't know what it is, but when a
woman gets a real fucking, she feels like showing her beaver. There's some that
will walk these halls buck assed naked with a fresh-fucked pussy. We allow that
here. I see that turns you on, too." The image did, but I knew Cynthia never
would strut naked with a fresh-fucked pussy. Still, the fantasy was erotic and
added to my arousal. I couldn't help sucking harder. He went on, "There's one
other thing you need to know, Groves. Killinger women do not use birth control.
If they get knocked up by a Killinger man, they'll be even more dedicated to the
company. Women are like that; they'll remain with an abusive man, just because
he fathered her kids. With a Killinger stud, they'll never stray once they
deliver a Killinger baby. Between me, Raul, Eugene, and Rambo, we've fathered
half of all kids born to executive couples--thirty-two by last count. The ratio
would be ninety/ten if every couple came here without kids to start with. If you
get onboard, you will have a much bigger family. My top people have big
families. They're all company men. Are you a company man, Groves?" "Yemmmmm,
Simmmm." If they could do it, so could I, though I didn't have the foggiest idea
how I'd manage. Cynthia can be as stubborn as a mule when she's pulled or
pushed. She'd have to want to be stripped and carried to a fucking before that
would ever go down, and selling her on the idea of a bigger family would be a
very big sale, but I wanted desperately to be a company man, and I sucked the
head of the company's head cock to prove it. I suddenly got a mouthful of sperm.
That was a weird feeling sucking hot sperm from a shooting cock, then
swallowing. I never knew a man could deposit so much sperm in one ejaculation. I
cum by the tablespoon; he came by the cup. I thought his sperm would never stop
squirting in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, sucked and drank. After the
squirts ended, I nursed his deflating member while he milked the shaft. Finally,
he pulled out and zipped up. I stood, wiped my mouth, and waited as he retrieved
something from his desk. They were photographs that he slid across the desk
toward me. I spread them out. All were handsome naked men with athletic bodies
sporting huge erections, bigger than Mr. Killinger's. In addition, all were
black men. One looked half black and half Latino or Indian, but they weren't
white, and the children they sired certainly wouldn't look white. Mr. Killinger
said, "Those are my Killinger studs, Groves." He tapped the picture of the
half-breed and said, "That's Raul. Don't ask me what border he jumped. He
doesn't even know, but the ladies love him. If you need help with Cynthia, get
with Raul. If he isn't fucking her within two hours of meeting her, I'll hand
you a thousand dollars cash. If he fucks her, and she refuses to see him again,
I'll give you two thousand. If she fucks all three and won't let you publicly
strip her and carry her up here for a screwing, I'll hand you a check for ten
grand and still give you the promotion." "Mr. Killinger, you don't know Cynthia.
I don't care how good this guy is, she just is not into sex, and she is not
impressed by penis size. She is constantly telling me that the size means
nothing to her, and that she prefers one that is comfortable." "And you bought
that bullshit? Groves, you have a tiny dick. Women who marry a man with a tiny
dick all say that. It isn't the pen, it's the penmanship. It ain't the sword,
it's the swordsmanship. Bullshit! I'm not going to waste time trying to convince
you. You'll convince soon enough. What I'm going to do is put some incentive
behind you. You want this promotion, right?" "Yes sir." "Here's the deal. You
have thirty days to set Cynthia on my desk, naked, ready to fuck, and willing to
bear more kids--not your kids, Killinger kids, and most likely from one of my
studs. They breed most of the kids, Rambo Sambo especially. He has this thing
wired. When those bitches are ovulating, Rambo Sambo knows it, and does the job.
As you can see, he's blacker than ink, and so are his offspring." "Mr. Killinger,
Cynthia's family comes from the deep south. Cynthia doesn't have a prejudiced
bone in her body, but if she gave birth to a black baby, she'd be ostracized.
Her family means a great deal to her, and they all live around here. That fact
alone will nix this deal." "Groves, again, you don't know Cynthia as well as you
think. She probably masturbates to the idea of getting raped by a big black,
getting pregnant by him, then delivering a black baby. They cum thinking about
the scandal, those southern belles especially. Rambo is so successful because he
gets inside information on ovulation times. Where do you suppose he's getting
that inside information, from the husbands? Cynthia would love to hand you a jet
black baby, and she's willing to deal with her outraged family in order to have
that pleasure. You don't know shit about women, Groves. Then again, you can't
learn if you're born with a tiny white dick." "I can appreciate that there's a
lot I don't know about women, but I know Cynthia like my own sister, better.
We've dated steadily since junior high, and we were virgins when we married. We
have both remained faithful, so she knows what I know, and I know what she
knows. I know exactly how she'll react to Raul's advances, and to the idea of
bearing another man's child of any colour. I might win the thousand dollar bet,
but will that mean this is as far as I go up the ladder?" "Groves, I said I was
going to give you incentive. If you fail to move up by either method, either by
getting her to screw all three and refusing the rest, or by carrying her in here
fully ready to cooperate. If you fail, I'm jerking the ladder out from under
you. I'll let you go. I'd hate to lose a good man, and a good heterosexual
cocksucker, but I think you need the incentive in order to succeed. I don't
think you like the idea of your wife screwing these men or bearing their black
bastards. A company man would put those concerns behind him for the welfare of
the company. I told you before we began that you'd either leave a company man or
unemployed. You wanted to proceed. Well, there's your incentive. Handle this any
way you want, but you have thirty days to set Cynthia's naked ass on my desk, or
clear yours. We have nothing further to discuss. My secretary can put you in
touch with Raul. Good luck."
I took Raul's phone number from the grinning secretary, and passed a shamelessly
dressed woman on the way out. A pregnant woman should not wear a see-through
dress without under garments, I don't care how good she looks. Cynthia would
have given her a piece of her mind. For the remainder of the day, I thought
about my task. My task was nothing short of turning my wife into a whore for the
company, but I'd have to make it seem like it was her own idea. I had one thing
going for me, Cynthia loved the company and my future in it. She loved the
house, the neighbourhood, the schools, and the fact that her family lived nearby
was a major plus for her. If I lost my job, we'd have to start over, sell the
house, and move. I had marketable job skills in one limited field and my only
hope of securing work, meaningful work, would require a move to Yuma, Arizona or
moving overseas. I thought about dumping everything in Cynthia's lap and letting
her come up with an idea, letting her make the tough decisions. She wanted me to
move up as badly, if not more, than I did. I could picture her saying, "Well, if
we have no other options, if there is no other way, we must do what we must do."
I could also picture her ranting and raving, threatening law suits and police
action, going to the media, and wanting to confront Mr. Killinger in his office.
I decided the direct approach was too risky. Near day's end, I called Raul. Raul
talked more sophisticated than he looked. He was an educated man, and by his
claim, a great dancer. All I had to do was arrange a date to go dancing. He'd
pick us up and take us to his club. I'm sure he meant his club as in his
favourite. He also told me to make certain she wore a dress, the shorter the
better, and no pantie hose. That was it, just set the date for Friday, and he'd
handle the rest. He did say it wouldn't hurt if she were under the impression
that he would be my future boss, and that his report would influence company
decisions regarding my career advancement. I decided to play that up as much as
I could, but he acted as though it weren't necessary or all that important. I'll
say one thing for him, he was very sure of himself and cocky. Talking to a man
who was absolutely certain he could seduce my wife was strange. Working with him
toward that goal was stranger still. By the time I arrived home, I was horny as
hell. Cynthia never looked sexier, though she had no makeup on, and wore old
jeans and a sweat shirt while she put the finishing touches on dinner. I
couldn't resist. I came up behind her and pressed close, nuzzled her neck with
little kisses. I then reached around to cup her large breasts in my hands.
Cynthia shook free, then turned to scold me with a sauce-dripping ladle, "Bill,
for crying out loud. There are kids running around that could march in here and
see you doing that. You know I hate that behaviour in private, much less out
where the kids might see." "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you look too damn sexy to
resist." She strode past me with a pot of beans and said, "I do not look sexy.
What have you been doing? Oh, honestly, Bill, you have an erection. Go take a
cold shower or something. Go, before the kids see it." This was par for the
course. Public erections were a big sin in our house. The boys get them all the
time, but we ignore their boners. I took a shower. After dinner, after the kids
left, I said, "Honey, I'm being considered for advancement and a move to the
executive office building." "Bill, no? Really? Oh, Bill! This is fantastic. I'm
so proud of you." "Not so fast. They're just thinking about it. There's this one
guy, Raul Serantini, that seems to hold the key. I managed to get in to see him
today, you know, to buddy-up." "Brown nose, you mean. You wooed him didn't you?
He loved you, I know he did." "Not exactly. He seemed more interested in you
than me." "Me? Why me?" "He saw you somewhere." "I don't recall meeting any
Raul. I'd remember a name like Raul." "He didn't meet you, he saw you?
Evidently, he liked what he saw." "He did, huh? What did he say?" "Oh, he just
went on and on about how you look exactly like Jackie Smith. He wanted to know
all about you. He obviously has a thing for Jackie Smith." "Well, that can't
hurt us. So, what did he want to know about me?" "Personal stuff, Cynthia, very
personal if you ask me." Cynthia smiled and sat up, leaning forward on her
elbows, saying, "Yeah, like how personal?" Frankly, I was surprised by this
reaction. She seemed to want something juicy. I was winging it anyway, so I
said, "He wanted to know your likes and dislikes, hobbies, interests, that sort
of thing, but what floored me was when he started prying into our sex life."
"Oh, he did, did he? What exactly did he want to know?" "You know, how often you
want it. Your favourite position. What you like best--vaginal, anal, or oral."
"Good, god, Bill. You didn't tell him the truth, did you?" "Well, yes. I had to
say something." "Oh, Bill. Can't you see? He wanted stuff for fantasy. He wants
to fantasize me as he thinks Jackie Smith is. You blew it." "What should I have
said?" "You should have fed his fantasy. You know what men think about her. She
does everything and always wants to do it. All you did was put distance between
me and her when you should have strengthened that connection." "By lying about
you?" "He'd never know the truth. It's none of his damn business anyway." "Well,
to be honest with you, I did lie a little." "Oh, what did you tell him?" "Well,
I told him you love oral sex." "That's good, Bill. What else?" "I said you adore
the feel of semen on your body." "You men. I don't think any woman adores
something slimy and sticky on their body. That's good, though. I'll bet he liked
that. What else?" "He asked if you like going out in short dresses without
pantyhose. I picked up that he liked that idea, so I said you never wear
pantyhose, and sometimes, you don't wear panties. I told him you like the
feeling of being totally naked under a short dress." "I do have that fantasy.
How did he react when you told him that?" "Honey, he went nuts. He got the
biggest erection I ever saw. Raul has a reputation as a lady's man, and he has a
huge endowment. I never saw a crotch bulge like he had when he tried to picture
you naked under the dress he saw you in. He actually told me what he was
thinking." "What was he thinking?" "He went into this fantasy about walking up
behind you, lifting your skirt, and doing it to you in a public place." "Oh,
Jeez! That's my other fantasy - being taken in public." "How come I never knew
this, or that you fantasize going out without panties?" "I don't share my
fantasies, and I do go out without panties sometimes. That isn't a fantasy.
Shocking, huh?" "I think it's great." "You do, huh? I thought you'd be upset. I
just do it as a cheap thrill. I'm not out trying to lure a man to my bed or
anything." I smiled to put her at ease and said, "Come on, Cynthia, with the
skirt lengths you wear, someone had to see." Cynthia blushed, smiled, then said,
"Oh course people saw. I mean what would be the point if no one could possibly
see. That's where the thrill comes in, knowing a man can see I'm not wearing any
panties." "I don't believe a man can look at your vagina and not do everything
humanly possible to get you in bed." Cynthia's demeanour suddenly became sombre
and reticent as she said, "Sure, they try." When Cynthia is in the mood for sex,
we play this game. I accuse her of sexual misconduct or pry into her activities.
If she waves it off, or gets pissed off, I know she's not going to fuck me. If
she looks guilty and sombre, I know she's willing. All I have to do is keep her
going and she'll confess to anything she can dream up. We usually end up in a
fight that ends in me forcing myself on her and taking sex, or her making up for
telling me a lie that upset me and giving me an I'm-sorry fuck. Either way I get
fucked. I pressed on. "Cynthia, there's more to this, isn't there? Don't worry.
I won't be angry. I know it was innocent fun." I put a big smile on my face to
ease her fears and said, "Come on, out with it. You've been busted, girl." "God,
Bill, you're sure taking this well. How come I never saw this side of you? Do
you know how much I've dreaded this day?" "You were a bad girl, weren't you?"
"Yes, Bill. I've been a very bad girl, more times than I want to admit. It all
started when we put Angie in pre school. I have the house to myself. You're gone
all day and never come home unannounced. The kids are gone and I don't need to
worry about them popping in. I found myself alone with my vagina. My vagina made
me do bad things, Bill, very bad things. In our bed, even." "I got up and went
to her. Cynthia wasn't sure what I was up to, so she stiffened and brought her
hands up in ready defence. I took her in my embrace and hugged her warmly. She
slowly relaxed as I said, "Honey, I understand. I'm not jealous or upset.
Furthermore, I have no intention of trying to stop you from doing it again, or
making you feel guilty about doing it." Cynthia had never encountered that type
of response from me, and was quite taken aback. She said, "Bill, are we talking
about the same thing? Do you understand what I mean by doing it? Bill, I let men
make love to me in our bed, our marital bed." "I know sweetheart. It's all
right." "Bill, I'm not talking about one or two or even ten. I'm talking about
twenty or thirty in the past six months, and many of those guys have been back
for repeats." "I don't care, honey. I mean that." "One guy meets me here every
Thursday afternoon. Today is Thursday. He refuses to use a condom. Another man's
semen is in my vagina and you're still hugging me. There's something wrong with
this picture; can you figure out what it is?" I held her at arm's length to make
eye contact, then smiled and said, "The picture has given me an erection." She
glanced down, then smiled and said, "How do you feel about sloppy seconds from
your wife?" "Do I have to use a condom?" With a devilish gleam, she said, "Yes,
you know I'm not on the pill. You might get me pregnant, and I don't want to
risk that happening." I smiled equally devilishly and replied, "If the lady
doesn't want my baby, then I guess I'll wear a condom." Cynthia took me by the
hand and dragged me to the bedroom. My normally very reserved and quiet wife was
suddenly very aggressive and talkative. She mounted me and let out a barrage of
vile phrases and words that I never heard cross her lips, phrases such as: "Fuck
my adulterous pussy," and "Screw my cheating cunt." And my favourite, "Stir up
my lover's sperm with your little rubber-wrapped dick." I saw Cynthia have a
climax for the first time, then saw her apologize with her eyes after recovering
from it. She pushed herself up on straight arms with her hands resting on my
chest, my cock still hard inside her wet pussy because I hadn't cum. She got
serious and said, "I think I'm crazy, Bill. There's something wrong with me." I
said, "Why, just because you cheated?" "No, because I like to torment the only
man I ever loved or ever will love. I do that to you on purpose, Bill, and I
can't stop and don't know why. I want to get off of your penis right now after
having had my climax and leave you suffering. That's sick, Bill, but I want to
make you suffer." "Then get off." Cynthia looked into my eyes, trying to
understand me, but eased off slowly. She sat back on her heels with my rubber
encased erection between us. She looked over my rigid member with mischievous
eyes and said, "Don't you hate me, Bill? Can't you see I'm enjoying this?" She
was indeed. Her fingers were stirring her supposedly spermy twat while the
fingers of her free hand rubbed her clit. I'd never seen Cynthia touch herself,
much less masturbate. I stared at her working fingers, admiring her sexy pussy.
I never had a good look at Cynthia's pussy. She always hid herself from me,
especially the fleshy parts between her legs. She was now displaying them to me.
She was wet, but I saw no evidence of sperm I'd stirred up. She said, "Say
something, Bill." "I don't hate you, Cynthia. I love you. I always will, no
matter what you do." This excited her even more and she frantically frigged her
cunt, saying, "You don't know what you're saying. I let everyone fuck me without
a rubber but you, Bill. I don't care if I bear you another bastard child. That's
right. Angie isn't yours. She is the product of my first cheating act. I fucked
your father. Angie is your father's baby. She's your sister, not your daughter.
Oh God! I'm cumming! Oh fuck, yes! Yes! Watch me cum, Bill. I cum for everybody
but you, darling." Cynthia climaxed in a dramatic show of passion. She fell to
the side then rolled onto her back beside me. She looked up to me with sad eyes
and said, "I'm sorry, Bill. I had to tell you, but not that way. This has been
eating me alive keeping it in. Before I knew it, I was saying it." "So, it's
true?" "Yes. I'm afraid so. You hate me now, don't you? I don't blame you. I
hate myself. It's not your father's fault. I seduced him when I knew I was
ovulating." "No, I don't hate you. I told you, I will never hate you no matter
what you do. I don't blame Dad. The poor guy drools around you. He never stood a
chance." "He was easy. So, what now? I think I need professional help. I want to
stop doing these things, and I want to stop tormenting you. I want us to have a
normal sex life, but I can't stop these crazy drives. One day, I'll drive you
away or into another woman's arms. When that happens, I'll curl up and die." I
hugged her close and stroked her cheek, saying, "You're not going to have to
curl up and die, because I'm never going anywhere, and I don't look at other
women. I only want to be tormented by you." Cynthia sat up and turned to look at
me. She said, "Honestly. You've never cheated?" "No, never. I don't even flirt."
"And nothing I do could drive you away." "No, Cynthia, nothing I can imagine."
She had that devilish gleam in her eye again. If I didn't know better I'd swear
she was starting another session. One right after the other was unheard of. She
said, "In that case, I don't want to get cured. I like my life just fine. What
do you think of that?" "I think you're being honest." "I am. It really bothered
you that I let your father screw me, didn't it?" "Yes, very much." "In that
case, I'm going to start screwing him again. Maybe, I'll give you another baby
brother or sister." "Cynthia, slow down. Don't get carried away with this. Let's
just keep things the way they are. You have your secret flings, torment me if
that turns you on, but lets not test the bonds of our marriage this way."
"You're right. I do tend to get carried away, but my pussy insists I go on."
"Pussy, huh. Do we have a new vocabulary now?" "I like using dirty words. I only
kept them from you so you'd think I was still a good girl. Now that you know I'm
a bad girl, I want to talk like a bad girl. Didn't you like seeing my pussy and
hearing me talk filthy." "I love it." "I thought so. It's a new torment. It
makes you horny, but you know you won't get any. You won't either, no matter how
much you beg. I'm never going to let you fuck me again, never." "Come on,
Cynthia. You can't mean that." "I do mean that, Bill. I want you to crave my
pussy so badly that it hurts. It will hurt more if you know you'll never get any
while every Tom, Dick, and Harry is. You'll stand a better chance with Jackie
Smith." Cynthia turned so that her feet faced me, then spread her legs wide. Her
gorgeous pussy fanned open before my eyes and her fingers spread the lips
further as she said, "Look at my twat, Bill. Stare at my pussy hole. You've
never seen my pretty, pink pussy hole, but I show it to every man I fuck. You've
never had your head close enough for a sniff, but every man I fucked got to lick
it and suck it till he was content. Look at my asshole, Bill. I'm choosy about
who fucks my pussy, but I'll let any man fuck my ass, any man but you. I suck
cock and swallow sperm, too." I said, "I'm getting you some professional help."
"It won't work. The first thing they tell you is the person needing help must
want help. I don't want help. I just realized why you haven't cheated, and
won't. It's your little dick. You can't very well seduce a woman, then pull out
that pathetic little worm you call a dick. She'll laugh in your face. And now I
finally believe that you won't leave no matter what. I believe that, Bill. I was
never sure, but now I am. So, what's to stop me from fulfilling my ultimate
fantasy of totally cutting you off. Nothing. Bill, consider yourself officially
and irrevocably cut off. But I want you to know I still love you. Love hurts,
Bill. Mine does, anyway." "You are serious, aren't you?" "I'm dead serious. My
horny pussy is more dead serious than I am." None of this came as any surprise
to me. Cynthia has been cutting me off for as long as I've known her. She has
been tormenting me sexually for as long as I've know her as well. She's been
confessing to acts of infidelity since high school, just to see how I'd react. I
knew she went out without panties, and I figured she had a few encounters as a
result. The rest was fantasy, even the part about my father. He has been
impotent for the past ten years. Cynthia got carried away with her fantasy,
because I played along for the first time. I could have stopped the act anywhere
along the way by getting upset or angry. My hurt, submissive, puppy dog look
drives her fantasy, but real anger cools her heels. She values our marriage as
much as I do, and any threat to it sends her into a panic. We fight as all
couples do, but we never go to bed mad at each other. Cynthia can't sleep if I'm
still angry. Half of the sex I get is to end my anger. This time was different
only because I stayed submissive and she kept going and going. This told me more
than I ever dreamed about her desires and fantasies. This session was the first
I'd heard of her getting off on bearing me a bastard child. Oddly, in light of
my goal, that was very welcome news. We established many firsts: The first look
at her spread beaver; Her first orgasm with me; An open confession that she
derives pleasure from sexually tormenting me; Her first open masturbation; And
her new vocabulary was a very pleasant surprise. "Well?" She said. We had
arrived at the part where I would normally get upset and challenge her story,
eventually getting at the truth. I would then force my way on her, taking the
sex she cut off. This allowed her to resist, then surrender without passion,
taking my screwing like a wet dishrag. She'd be happy for days afterwards. I
wanted to see what she'd do if I remained submissive, so I said, "I can see
you're serious this time, Cynthia, and you really did commit adultery." I looked
at her wet twat as though seeing sperm. This made her look for herself, probably
trying to see what I was seeing that made me think she had sperm in her twat. To
distract her, I added, "You obviously don't care if you get pregnant, or what
anybody thinks, so I guess I'll have to adjust to the idea of raising another
bastard, maybe another of my father's. As for being cut off, I've been cut off
for most of our marriage. I've learned to live without sex from you. I'll
survive. What else can I say?" She looked disappointed, and was not prepared for
this. I could almost read her mind. She didn't know whether to come clean and
clear her good name and reputation, or to allow me to go on thinking that she
was screwing every guy she met and trying to get pregnant. I played my part
convincingly, and I know she bought it. She didn't understand my sudden change
from being an overly possessive and insecure husband, to a wimp who was forced
to accept his inability to satisfy his own wife, but she was intrigued by the
change. After a long pause for the internal debate, she decided to let the
situation ride, saying, "Good, as long as you know how things will be from now
on. Hey, we were talking about that Raul guy. Where did we leave off? I want to
hear more." "I told you he got a hard-on thinking about screwing you in public."
"I wonder if I flashed my pussy to him. Did he say he saw my pussy?" "No, but he
may have heard about it from someone." "You said he had a big cock. How big?"
"We didn't pull it out and measure, but by the lump I saw, I'd say he had a cock
longer than twelve inches, maybe fourteen inches." "No way. Fourteen inches of
cock? Bill, that's about this long. Cocks don't get that big - do they?" "On
black men they do. Raul is part black." "Fourteen inches? How thick would you
say it was?" "I'd say as thick as your wrist." "Good God, that would be like a
horse." "They call him tripod. Anyway, tripod wants to take us out dancing
tomorrow night. I told him you love to dance." "It sounds to me like he wants to
do more than dance." "I'm sure he does, but what's the problem? You let any Tom,
Dick, and Harry. Why not screw Raul? At least Raul can advance our standard of
living." "That's different, those guys were anonymous encounters, faceless
fucks." "What about the guy who comes every Thursday? He sounds like a lover to
me." "Well, he's not. I don't even know his name. He just shows up every
Thursday and screws me. Wham bam, and he's gone. Raul will always be there.
He'll be your boss. Word will get around. Besides, he's black, or half black. If
anyone in my family got wind of us fucking, there'd be hell to pay. Besides, I'm
not on the pill. Suppose he got me pregnant. That's why, Bill." "Regardless, he
wants to meet you and he wants to dance with you. Is there any harm in that?"
"No, but he'd better not try anything. I do not like being pawed and groped in a
public place, except in fantasy. Don't you dare leave us alone, not for a
minute. And another thing, do not invite him in our house afterwards. He might
get fresh with me in front of the kids. I don't think it would be wise to get on
social terms with him. Let's just do the dancing thing, have a few drinks with
him, get to know each other, and hope for the best." "I wish you'd remember who
this guy is. You could at least suck him off, or let him fuck your ass. Any man
can fuck your ass, remember?" "He's not a man, he's a two legged horse. Let him
fuck you in the ass. You're the one trying to get a promotion. I'll let him talk
to my titties while you get under the table and suck his cock for him. You'd
probably like sucking a giant dick. You couldn't keep your eyes off his crotch.
He probably saw you licking your lips just thinking about it. You're the only
man I ever met with penis envy." That made me angry. I lunged for her, pinned
her to the mattress, and fucked the shit out of her. After I pulled out, she cut
me off forever, again." Cynthia was nervous about meeting Raul. I made his
intentions obvious, and she painted herself in a slutty corner by sticking to
her stories. Everything was falling into place neater than a puzzle for the
mentally disabled. I could see light at the end of the tunnel. If Raul was the
cocks man he claimed to be, and if Mr. Killinger was right about Cynthia's
reaction to getting screwed by a big cock, the only major hurdle was the bastard
pregnancy, and that hurdle did not loom as big as it did in Mr. Killinger's
office. I thought I knew Cynthia inside and out, but she showed me many more
facets in just one afternoon. I still had no doubt that Cynthia had never
experienced a dick other than mine, and for her to go from my four-inch cock to
one fourteen-inches had to be frightening to her. Hell, I was frightened for
her. I saw the cock, and I knew Cynthia's pussy, at least the first four inches
of it. Cynthia was not into pain, and for her to fuck a two- legged horse, she'd
have to be to enjoy it. The next few days passed quickly. Cynthia grew more
anxious as the hour drew nearer. She did not want to go out with Raul without
panties on, but I cajoled her into going bare under her short dress. I told her
that I promised him she would. She was faced with the prospect of having to come
clean, or play the part of a woman who likes showing her pussy. I wanted to see
how badly she wanted to preserve her stories, and I discovered she wanted to
preserve them very badly. After she removed her panties, I said, "Now, he'll
want to check for himself, so don't make a fuss whether he lifts your skirt for
a look, or reaches under for a feel." Cynthia recoiled at that thought, and
said, "I can't let him do that." "Damn, Cynthia. I don't understand you. If you
won't have sex with this guy, the least you could do, the very least, is to let
him do anything else. Compared to everything else you've done, this is nothing.
Unless you were lying about all that." "I wasn't lying about anything. You saw
the man's sperm for yourself. I just don't want to encourage him any more than I
have to, that's all." "Well, you're going to have to let him check your pussy
out as often as he likes and however he likes, and act like you enjoy showing
it, even if people are watching. If you don't, you're going to make me look like
a liar, and we can kiss that promotion goodbye." "Damn, Bill, why did you go
back to see him and tell him those things?" "Because of what you told me. I
didn't see a problem. Hell, two days ago you wanted me to exaggerate your sexual
prowess. Today, when I go in and tell him how you really are, without
exaggeration, even holding back some information, you say I should have lied the
other way. Jesus Christ, Cynthia, make up your mind. Actually, it's too late to
do that. He's been told. He's expecting a hot woman who likes to show her pussy,
and that woman better be you. I can forgive your cheating, I can forgive what
you did with my father, I can forgive all the sperm you let into your
unprotected womb, but if you ruin my chances for promotion, Cynthia, I don't
think I could forgive you for that." "Bill, I..." "What, Cynthia?" "Nothing. I
suppose it won't hurt to give him some cheap thrills, but you'd better make damn
sure he doesn't try to screw me. I have a weakness for big cocks, so you better
be alert and ready to intervene if you don't want a black baby calling you
Daddy. Frankly, I could care less. In fact, my lover is black." I made a mock
pained expression and said, "Oh, Cynthia, how could you?" "That's right, Bill.
That was a black man's sperm you saw in my pussy yesterday. Deal with that." I
was just about to deal with it when we heard a horn honking in our driveway.
Cynthia tightened, and said, "Oh shit. That's him." "Remember what I said,
Cynthia. You get your mind set to show your pussy, all evening if necessary." We
left the bedroom and stopped at the door so Cynthia could give last minute
instructions to the sitter, a sixteen-year-old from the neighbourhood. Kevin and
John, my boys, and Angie followed the sitter out to wave goodbye to us from the
front step. Raul met us at the door and tossed me his keys. I missed them and
fell back to pick them up. I saw Raul pull Cynthia to him and turn to walk with
her to the car. He swung an arm low around Cynthia's waist, pulled her close and
introduced himself while sliding his hand below her skirt hem in the rear. Me,
my kids, and my sitter saw him move the skirt up Cynthia's legs and on up over
her naked ass cheeks. They hadn't taken six steps from us. Cynthia stopped dead
when she felt her skirt clear her ass. I could not believe what I saw, and froze
picking up the keys. Raul swung around to stand before Cynthia, then used both
hands to cup her bare ass cheeks, pulling her cunt in tight to his crotch, then
bending to kiss her. Cynthia's hands came up as though to stop him or push him
away, but seconds into the kiss, her hands slowly fell to hang limply at her
sides. At that moment, I wanted to scream or rush them, turn a hose on them,
something. As the kiss went on, and as Raul's fingers drifted lower toward
Cynthia's sex pouch, which was already visible to us, as his big dark hands
kneaded and pulled at her fleshy white globes, exposing more of her pouting cunt
lips, even her asshole, I didn't want to move. The scene was the most erotic
sight I ever saw, and the damage had already been done. The kids were rooted in
place. We were all watching his fingers move down and in toward her moist
center, while he whispered something in her ear. Soon, his fingers were
massaging her swollen cunt lips, rubbing over her hanging clit, pulling her sex
open, then squeezing her shut. On and on it went while Cynthia simply stood
limply hanging on his words and his kisses. Cynthia was oblivious to everything
around her. She had to be to allow such a crude exhibition to go on before her
kids, a neighbour, and me. I had to do something, so I moved to open the
passenger side door for them. They ignored that hint. I went to the driver's
side, climbed in and started the car. They ignored that as well. Luckily, the
sun had set an hour ago, and the streets were empty and quiet. Only one house
had a view, and it was vacant. They were illuminated by the porch light and the
light from the walkway lights shined up from below. The sitter stood rooted with
the kids around her. I knew they were going to fuck when I saw Cynthia drop her
arms, but I didn't think they'd fuck on my front lawn in front of my kids and a
girl with a reputation for talking. The idea that they might do just that had my
dick hard. Just when I thought they would never stop, they broke the kiss. Raul,
turned Cynthia to face the kids. She stood staring straight ahead, arms hanging,
as Raul reached for the zipper of her dress and slowly dragged her zipper down
to her ass. Cynthia made no move to stop him, even as he peeled the sleeves off
her naked shoulders. The dress fell to Cynthia's feet, leaving her in a bra that
he quickly divested her of. Raul got close in behind her, pulled her head back
by the chin, and resumed the kiss as he moulded Cynthia's breasts. After a few
seconds on her breasts, his hands slid down to her crotch. Though I only saw the
action from profile, he was manipulating her cunt as he'd done from the rear. He
finger fucked her. Of that, I had no doubt. The action of his plunging hand
coming up in the center told me that much. He stopped for a second to place
Cynthia's hands in her crotch. When he let go, they remained, but not idle.
Cynthia was masturbating before the kids as Raul freed his cock and slid it
through her wet inner thighs. The end popped out the front by three inches and
Cynthia pulled the thick chocolate shaft tightly to her cunt. I thought I'd seen
it all, but then Raul reached down and lifted Cynthia's left leg almost straight
up with his arm hooked under her knee, also while turning her one quarter. The
kids had the best view as they looked at Cynthia's beaver in the standing splits
as Cynthia guided Raul's cock to her opening. Even I could see the head press in
and the eight inches of shaft that followed. They fucked in this position.
Cynthia was delirious from the first entry, and in a stupor by the end. She came
several times, but her climaxes were not much more dramatic than her response to
the fucking in general. When Raul came, he gave her three more inches of cock.
There wasn't enough cock left out to get a fist around. He left his cock deeply
embedded as he lowered her leg. He had to hold her up until she could stand
steady. He then drew out. I saw the white river of cum pour out of her gaping
wide hole and cascade down both inner thighs. Raul stepped back. Cynthia went
forward and kept going forward until she got to the kids. She stood before them,
full front and talked. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I could see
where the kids were looking. They seemed fascinated by her pussy, and rightfully
so. I was fascinated. Raul gathered Cynthia's dress and came over to the car. He
leaned his head in and said, "Piece of cake. What did I tell you?" I said, "Did
you have to fuck her in front of my kids, for Christ sake?" "I didn't have to, I
wanted to. Cynthia got off on it. By the looks of things, so did you. Don't
worry, the kids will see much worse when Rambo Sambo stops by. He likes to fuck
the mommies in front of the kiddies. They'll get used to it, but they never tire
of watching." I looked back to see what was taking Cynthia so long and saw her
standing with her knees out, stooped over with her hands in her crotch. The kids
were on their knees looking at the pussy she was showing them. Raul said, "She
sure is proud of her pussy. She's acting like she never took a cock bigger than
her finger." Cynthia returned moments later and hopped in the car, declining
Raul's offer of the dress. Raul got in beside her, tossed her dress in the back
seat, then pulled the door shut. Cynthia said, "You believe me now, don't you. I
warned you; I can't resist a man with a big cock. I guess you want a baby." I
said, "What were you talking to the kids about?" "I had to explain why we were
fucking on the front lawn, didn't I?" "And you explained that?" "Sure. I told
them I was horny, and I'm in a hurry to make them a new brother or sister.
Besides, Carla wanted to negotiate a deal for her silence. She wants to call her
boyfriend over so he can watch us when we get back tonight. She wants to see us
do it on the living room floor with all the lights on. The kids want to stay up.
Can we do that, Raul?" "Sure, baby, but you need a fresh cock if you're going to
perform. I'll call Rambo Sambo from the club and have him meet you here. He's
blacker than midnight with a cock bigger than mine, only a little shorter. He'll
warm-up your audience for you. He's good with kids." She said, "Call Carla over
so I can tell her to let him in." I said, "Cynthia, are you nuts?" She ignored
me and turned to the window to yell for the sitter. Carla flounced over. "Carla,
there will be a big black man coming over sometime tonight. He's going to do the
fucking you want to see, so let him in and be nice to him. He'll keep you all
entertained until I get back." "Kevin and John want to fuck Angie. Angie wants
to let them. Do you mind?" "No, I don't mind. You guys have fun. Come on, Bill.
Let's go. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can show more pussy and get more
cock." * * * As it turned out, the club was Raul's, and it was a private club.
Cynthia did a strip tease on a stage and performed every sex act imaginable with
Eugene before eighty people. When we arrived home, Rambo Sambo was giving my
naked Angie a horsy ride on his horsy cock. Everyone was naked. Cynthia fucked
Rambo Sambo on my living room floor with five minors peering in at their fucking
crotches from every angle. On Monday morning, I stripped Cynthia in the lobby
and carried her to Mr. Killinger's office, then set her on his desk. Cynthia
made a spread for him and said, "I need Killinger cock, and lots of it." I got
the promotion. The End
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