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Company Man By Phil Phantom
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 early thirties, 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 swiveled
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 Massah Stewart. I was nervous being
scrutinized by the Massah. 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 hardon. 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, saying, "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. fourteen years now. To a wonderful
woman." "Charlene, right?" "Why, yes sir." "And she bore you three
kids - twin boys and a girl - the twins are fifteen, the girl is
thirteen, but you've only been married fourteen years." "Yes, that's
right. She had the twins when I married her. She had been raped
while we were engaged, turned up pregnant, but we decided not to
abort. They aren't mine, but the girl is. The twins, Jack and Jim,
are going on fifteen. Our daughter is thirteen. Her name is Cathy."
"Are you sure she's yours?" "Of course."
"Are you sure she was raped?"
"Well, yes. I wasn't there, but I know she wouldn't lie about a thing
like that." "Charlene is a very attractive and sexy woman." "I think
so. I'm sure most men would think so. I know three did to an
extreme." "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 Charlene 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. Charlene is a faithful and true blue
woman. Maybe you should meet her." "Carl met her, and he disagrees
with you." "Sir, I don't understand. When did Mr. Roberts meet
Charlene, 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 Charlene." "When
was the last time you fucked her?" "What?" "What word did you not
understand, Groves?" "I, uh...I understood them all." "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 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
Charlene's never been that interested in sex. She's just not that
way, Mr. Killinger. She was molested as a child, several times, and
raped as a young adult. It is no wonder that she...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 stood, unzipped my fly, and
fished out a pathetic member trying to hide in my pubic hair. Stewart
looked at my 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
Charlene 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
Charlene. Wipe that smug grin off your face. 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 rumors about Mr. Killinger. I heard he could be
bizarre, pushy, demanding, and ruthless, but this was too much. He
thought of my Charlene 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 wrist. 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 Charlene
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 Charlene would respond to a cock like the one I was
jacking off without a glove or a rubber. Mr. Killinger pushed down on
my shoulders, saying, "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
Charlene'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." I took my mouth off of his
cock long enough to say, "Why do I get the impression there's more
than one Killinger cock?" "Because there's four. Charlene will 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." He
said, "You're not queer, are you, Groves?" "Nomm, sirm, ahmmm nod ah
qweeer." That was hard to say convincingly with a mouth full of cock.
He said, "Good, I can't stand queers. If you're going to do this, do
it right. Get my balls out. 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
Charlene 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. 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 traveling 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 Charlene. 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 it. There's some that will walk these halls buck assed
naked with a fresh-fucked pussy. We allow that here. Hell, we
encourage that here. A company man has a company cunt for a wife and
she's not afraid to show it. We have some proud company cunts
strutting their stuff around here, but they're not too proud to kneel
in a crowd and beg for a Killinger cock. I see that turns you on,
too." The image did, but I knew Charlene never would strut naked with
a fresh-fucked pussy. Kneel and beg for cock in a crowd - no way -
not my Charlene. 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 nine out of 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.
Charlene 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 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. He wanted me to get it all, so I kept nursing and he kept
milking. 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 Charlene, 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 Charlene. 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. The father that molested
her wasn't, and the three that raped her weren't." "And you bought
that bullshit? Groves, you have a tiny dick. Women who marry a man
with a tiny dick all say that. It ain'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 Charlene 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, Charlene's family
comes from the deep south. Charlene 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
Charlene 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? Charlene 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 Charlene like my own sister, better. We've
dated steadily since junior high. 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 color. 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 Charlene'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. Charlene 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, not to mention breeding stock, but I'd
have to make it seem like it was her own idea. I had one thing going
for me, Charlene loved the company and my future in it. She loved the
house, the neighborhood, 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 Charlene'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 almost picture her
saying, "Well, if we have no other options, if there is no other way,
we must do what we must do." Almost is a big stretch. I could easily
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 was sure he meant his club as in his favorite. 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, just something that would
help. 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. Charlene
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, pressed close, and nuzzled her
neck with little kisses. I then reached around to cup her large
breasts in my hands. Charlene 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 behavior 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. With a mother like they had, boners were as common as seeing
her bend over. When she'd see a boner, the offender was sent to the
shower. Most women blush and feel complimented by a boner, even a
child's, even their own child's. Charlene took a boner as an insult
and acted like you pissed on her leg. I took a shower wondering what
she'd make Raul do, sit in a tub of crushed ice. 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,
Charlene, very personal if you ask me." Charlene 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 favorite 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. I couldn't
very well say it's none of your business." "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." With renewed interest, she said, "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."
"Oh, he did. That perked him up."
"I'll bet. 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?" I was seeing keen interest, now. I was seeing horny signs,
too. I said, "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." She rested her elbows on the table and cupped
her smiling face with her hands as she said, "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?" "Yes, but 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, Charlene, with the skirt lengths you
wear, someone had to see." Charlene 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
that I'm not wearing any panties. I can just imagine what kind of
woman they think I am. It's a huge thrill, but that's all it is.
Honestly, Bill, that's all it is, cheap thrills." "That may be, but I
don't believe a man can look at your vagina and not do everything
humanly possible to get you in bed." Charlene's demeanor suddenly
became somber and reticent as she said, "Well, sure, they try." When
Charlene 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 somber, 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 mock 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. Things were beginning
to look like I was going to get fucked. I pressed on. "Charlene,
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 the kids
returned to 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. Charlene wasn't sure what I was up
to, so she stiffened and brought her hands up in ready defense. This
was typical. I act angry; she acts like I'll strike her. 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." Charlene 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 a man...men, make love to me in our bed, our
marital bed." This was one time I wasn't sure she was teasing, though
I was confident that she meant man and teased me with men. She looked
too serious and genuinely surprised as I said, "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 a
boner." 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." Charlene 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 favorite, "Stir up my lover's sperm with your
little rubber-wrapped dick." That should have hurt.
I saw Charlene 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."
She resisted my attempts to get some friction going as 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."
Charlene 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
Charlene touch herself, much less masturbate. I stared at her working
fingers, admiring her sexy pussy. I'd never had a good look at
Charlene'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 any sperm I'd stirred up. She
said, "Say something, Bill." "I don't hate you, Charlene. 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, everyone
except you, Bill. I don't care if I bear you another bastard child,
or another set of twin bastards better still." I must have raised my
eyebrows at this statement, because she said, "That's right. Cathy
isn't yours. She is the product of my first cheating act. I fucked
your father. Cathy 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." Charlene 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." I was now certain that this
was not one of her acts. For one, she never kept up an act after sex,
and she was too sincere. Her acts are quite obvious and done in her
naughty wife role playing voice. This was Charlene, and Charlene was
very serious. I said, "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." Charlene chuckled and sat up straight. She said,
"Honestly. You've never cheated?" "No, never. I don't even flirt."
"And nothing I do could drive you away?" "No, Charlene, 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. I may as well be. Bill, did
you understand when I told you I derive pleasure from tormenting you,
sexual pleasure, that it turns me on to watch you suffer, make you
take cold showers, give you lousy sex and niggardly ration that? Do
you understand what I'm saying, confessing, doing to you?"
"I understand perfectly. I live it. I never knew you derived sexual
pleasure from doing it, but I know, now."
"That doesn't piss you off?"
"What, that I can turn you on by suffering for you. Charlene, I would
cut my dick off it doing that would make you cum."
"Damn, Bill, you know, I believe you would. That would probably make
me cum, but then what would we do? No more boners."
"So, I get to keep my dick."
She laughed warmly, placed her hand on the side of my face, and said,
"Yes, Bill. You can keep your dick. I like your dick right where it
is - out where I can see it - preferably hard and in rubber. Now, you
be honest. It really bothered you that I let your father screw me,
didn't it?" "Yes, very much."
"That hurt, didn't it?"
"Terribly." "In that case, I'm going to start screwing him again.
Maybe, I'll give you another baby brother or sister." "Charlene, 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,
Charlene. 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." Charlene 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 while fucking my brains out.
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." At this point, I didn't
know what was true and what was fantasy. Charlene 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. I was sure the part about my father was true
and Cathy could easily be his. Charlene 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. Charlene 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 afterward. I
wanted to see what she'd do if I remained submissive, so I said, "I
can see you're serious this time, Charlene, 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 hardon
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." "Black, huh? 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 into 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. Charlene 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 cocksman he claimed to be, and if Mr. Killinger was right
about Charlene'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 Charlene
inside and out, but she showed me many more facets in just one
afternoon. I still had no doubt that Charlene had little in the way
of cheating experience, and I didn't consider the thing she had going
with my dad to be cheating or experience. He was endowed no better
than I. I was sure he was her Thursday regular and what he got was
mercy pussy. I was sure she had a few others over our fourteen year
marriage, guys who charmed her panties off her when she wasn't wearing
any, but Charlene was no sleep-around slut. 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 Charlene's
pussy, at least the first four inches of it. Charlene 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. Charlene 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
shortest 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 and sleeping around. I wanted to
see how badly she wanted to preserve the status quo, and I discovered
she wanted to preserve it very badly.
The one thing she did do that she said she'd do was start fucking my
dad again. He got all the pussy he wanted, and she showed me every
sperm cell he put in her pussy. The slut was killing that poor man
trying to prove to me that she really was a slut without shame. For
one man she was. I'll admit that. Raul was a whole other ball game.
Raul was the real McCoy, the big league, a heavy hitter of the wrong
color. Getting her to go out with him without panties on really
tested her resolve, but she held fast and shucked those knickers.
After she removed her panties, I said, "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." Charlene recoiled at that thought, and
said, "I can't let him do that!" "Damn, Charlene. 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 sperm for
yourself. Since I came clean, when have I not had sperm in my pussy?
I just don't want to encourage him any more than I have to, that's
all. He's too big for me - too dark, too. Must I remind you, I am
not on the pill. I'm due to ovulate any day, now. Sperm lives in the
womb for days. I can't afford to encourage him and doing, so without
putting out is called teasing. That will just piss him off." "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,
Charlene, 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 had 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, Charlene, I don't think I could forgive you for that."
"Bill, I..." "What, Charlene?" "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 Thursday
regular lover is black." I made a mock pained expression and said,
"Oh, Charlene, how could you?" "That's right, Bill. That was a black
man's sperm you saw in my pussy the other day. Deal with that." I
was just about to deal with it when we heard a horn honking in our
driveway. Charlene tightened, and said, "Oh shit! That's him!"
"Remember what I said, Charlene. You get your mind set to show your
pussy, all evening if necessary." We left the bedroom and stopped at
the door so Charlene could give last minute instructions to the
sitter, a nineteen-year-old from the neighborhood. We need a sitter
because we can't trust the boys to be alone with Cathy. They are
never left alone with Cathy. We know what would happen. She'd end up
being the soft filling in a twin sandwich. The boys and Cathy
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 Charlene to him and turn
to walk with her to the car. He swung an arm low around Charlene's
waist, pulled her close and introduced himself while sliding his hand
below her skirt hem in the rear. Me, my kids, and our sitter saw him
move the skirt up Charlene's legs and on up over her naked ass cheeks
- tenses ass cheeks, I should add. They hadn't taken six steps from
us. Charlene stopped dead when she felt her skirt clear the base of
her ass. I could not believe what I saw and froze picking up the
keys. Raul swung around to stand before Charlene, then used both
hands to cup her bare ass cheeks, pulling her cunt in tight to his
crotch, then bending to kiss her. Charlene'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. That was some kiss. 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 Charlene'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, and seemed to
be rooting for Raul. We were all watching his dark 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 Charlene simply stood limply hanging on his
words and his kisses. Charlene was oblivious to everything around
her. She had to be to allow such a crude exhibition to go on before
her kids, a neighbor, 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
Charlene 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
Charlene 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. Charlene made no move to stop
him, even as he peeled the sleeves off her naked shoulders. The dress
fell to Charlene'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 molded Charlene'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 Charlene's hands in
her crotch. When he let go, they remained, but not idle. Charlene
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 Charlene pulled the thick chocolate shaft tightly to her
cunt. I thought I'd seen it all, but then Raul reached down and
lifted Charlene'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 Charlene's beaver in the standing splits
as Charlene 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. Charlene 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. Charlene 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 Charlene'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.
Charlene 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 Charlene 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." Charlene 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.
Charlene 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, "Charlene, 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." "Jim and John want
to fuck Cathy. Cathy 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.
Charlene 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 Cathy a horsie ride on his horsie
cock. Everyone was naked. Charlene fucked Rambo Sambo on my living
room floor with three minors peering in at their fucking crotches from
every angle.
On Monday morning, I stripped Charlene in the lobby and carried her to
Mr. Killinger's office, then set her on his desk. Charlene made a
spread for him and said, "I need Killinger cock, and lots of it." I
got the promotion.
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