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Subject: Re: {ASSM} Hired Hand <*> (Paco Andante) (MF hand cheat)
Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 07:33:36 -0700
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"Paco Andante" <graf.von.muschi@gmail.com> wrote in message...
> Title: Hired Hand
> Author: Paco Andante
> Codes: (FM hand cheat)
Nice pleasant story. Thank you for it.
(of cuckold (kinda), CFNM (almost), and femdom (slight) varieties.
I'd be quite happy to see more, or follow-up to this.
> Copyright by the author. Permission granted to archive, repost,
> or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives of alt groups.
And, thank you for stating the above permission.
> Permission granted to publish in periodicals and anthologies of this
> type of material if attributed to the author.
>
> Disclaimer: Do not read this story if you believe fantasy stories
> should not depict situations undesirable in real life. Be warned that
> you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations. Do not read this
> story if you are less than 18 years of age.
>
> ------------------
>
> We, that is my husband and I, hired a kid from the local college to help
> out with chores and with work around the house and yard. He was a
> sophomore, neither a jock (would have been too busy with practice) nor a
> geek (would have been too deep in the books). He actually was a good-
> looking young man, five-ten or so, moderately athletic of build. Jack,
> that was his name, knew simple repairs and light carpentry, and was a
> quick learn at helping Bill, my husband, with the remodeling work we were
> doing on the house. He showed up whenever his class load and homework
> allowed, which was generally for a couple of hours twice or three times
> during the week, and most of the day on Sundays.
>
> One afternoon I had to attend a meeting, so I left a spare key in the
> agreed-on hiding place with a note explaining my absence and outlining the
> work Jack was to finish up.
>
> Well, the meeting was called off at the last minute, so I drove back home
> and let myself in. I heard a strange sound coming from the den, so I
> quietly went to see what was going on. There was Jack lying on his back on
> the chaise longue, his eyes tightly closed, his fingers wrapped around his
> half-hard cock, his jeans down around his knees.
>
> At first I was shocked, then amused, then fascinated. I had never watched
> a man masturbate. My husband and I weren't into that kind of thing, and I
> was curious. So I remained quiet and out of sight. As I watched him gently
> stroke it, his shaft stiffened and thickened. It was very handsome, I
> thought. Not long or especially big around, but perfectly straight, (my
> husband's is curved), and circumcised (my husband is not). The crown of
> the head of it was much wider than the shaft and looked beautiful, exposed
> and "uncloaked" as it was. It was a bit shorter and thicker than Bill's.
>
> I stood stock-still, watching as Jack wanked himself. The whole time his
> eyes stayed tightly shut. I wondered what he was day-dreaming, and of
> whom. Odd, the things that pass through one's mind at times. I wondered
> why he had not taken his jeans off entirely. And why hadn't he prepared
> for the eventual conclusion of his activity with tissues or something?
> He'll make a mess on my furniture!
>
> Yet, I kept quiet and watched, enthralled.
>
> Suddenly, a wicked idea entered my head. I had caught Jack in a
> *compromising situation*, and so I was in control. My husband's commuter
> train wasn't due for a couple of hours yet, so he wouldn't be
> interrupting.
> And here was this young man in a very vulnerable situation.
>
> Could I? Would I?
>
> I silently went to the bathroom and fetched a box of tissues and a tube of
> SlipperyStuff, then just as silently crept back to the den. Jack's eyes
> were still shut, a look of rapture on his face as he slowly stroked
> himself. Kneeling next to the chaise, I reached out and let my hand join
> his, lightly fingering the corona as I wrapped my hand over the head.
>
> His eyes snapped open and he made a rasping noise as his breath suddenly
> sucked in. His rigid member began to deflate and his face turned crimson.
>
> "God! Mrs. Branleur! Oh, shit!"
>
> "Quiet!" I commanded, "Lie still. Put your hands behind your back and lie
> on them."
>
> "What... what are you going to do?"
>
> I put on my most severe sounding voice, "I said, 'Quiet.' Put your hands
> behind your back - better yet, under your butt. Do what I say and there
> won't be any trouble."
>
> He did as I told him, lifting his butt slightly to get his hands under.
> I didn't want him to grope me or try to undress me, that would be
> *cheating*, wouldn't it?
>
> I sat square on his hips, his legs between mine, and his beautiful young
> cock jutting up right in front of me.
>
> I proceeded to revive his flagging member, stroking lightly. I had some
> experience at this with Bill, you see. I knew where to stroke, and where
> and when to feather-touch. Soon Jack's cock was back to it's proud self.
> I drizzled a bit of SlipperyStuff from the tube into my right hand and
> resumed my attention to his rampant spear. The sensation of my lubricated
> hand encasing and stroking it must have felt good; perhaps the use of
> lube was new to him, for he groaned, "Oh, God!"
>
> I let my hand not just stroke him, but caress, squeeze and tease him. With
> my other hand, I tickled and teased at the coronal ridge, the frenum, and
> even toyed with the meatus. I worked slowly, enjoying his quiet groaning.
> Gradually his breathing became irregular and labored, and when he tried
> to buck up his hips I stopped.
>
> "Lie still," I instructed.
>
> He complied and I resumed caressing and stroking. After perhaps five
> minutes of slow attention, his breath began to be more rapid and his hips
> began to squirm. Recognizing that he was going to come soon, I let go of
> his cock and took up his balls. I gently manipulated them, massaged them
> and even pulled on the scrotum.
>
> "Oh, Jesus!" he murmured, arching his back.
>
> "Be quiet and lie still!" I sternly commanded, but I was smiling.
>
> I watched carefully to see him retreat from the brink of orgasm before I
> took up his penis again. This time I didn't let go of his nuts, though. I
> took them in my left hand, continuing to massage and manipulate them as I
> resumed massaging his cock.
>
> Several times I drizzled more SlipperyStuff on him, keeping the action of
> both hands well lubricated. Several times also he showed signs of getting
> close to release and I backed off, letting him cool down. Each time he
> made exhortations to the Divinity and pleaded with me for release, but I
> was relentless.
>
> I haven't mentioned what all this was doing to me, have I? My panties were
> soaked! I was already thinking how I would jump Bill's bones when he got
> home, but for the moment I was very engaged with the staff in my hand. I
> had started to think of it as "my cock," and at least for now, I did have
> complete control of it.
>
> I had been at it for maybe twenty minutes and once again he was peaking
> up, for what might have been the fourth or fifth time. I turned my head to
> see his face.
>
> "Oh, please," he whispered, but the look in his eyes was far more
> eloquent.
>
> I grinned, but figuring it was enough, I grabbed a bunch of tissues,
> taking my hand from his nuts to do so. I held the tissues in line with his
> cock, but a few inches away. I stroked him a little harder, applying more
> of the action to the head. In just a few strokes he was groaning, "Yes!
> God, yes!" and then he was shooting his juice onto the tissues and humping
> under me on the chaise. I covered the head of his still-convulsing cock
> with the tissues. But for them he would indeed have made a big mess on
> himself and maybe on my furniture.
>
> I gently eased my strokes, each one being answered by spasms of his
> youthful body. I continued very gently for some time, even after the
> spasms stopped, until both he and his cock had gone limp.
>
> I stood up and wiped my hands on another wad of tissues and quietly said,
> "Put yourself back together and go do the work you were supposed to be
> doing," and I left the room.
>
> I flushed the used tissues and locked myself in the bathroom for a while.
>
> An hour later I heard him putting the tools away, so I went to the room
> where he had been working and casually leaned on the doorway with my arms
> crossed as he started to leave.
>
> I asked, "When will you be *coming* again?"
>
> He gave me a quizzical look and said, "Tuesday afternoon."
>
> "Good," I winked as I closed the door behind him.
>
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