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The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

If you do not want to read of such things, or if

it is against the laws of the area you are in, then

please do not read it.

 

                                      CONFESSIONS                              

 

Chapter Six Synopsis – Joe discovers that Irene lied to him and he forces her to deepthroat him and suck him off. 

 

                                      Chapter Six

      

    Secretarial Sucker

Joe’s Story Part 3

                            

It was late when I got up off the floor and helped Irene to her bed.  Even though she’d drained me with her snug cunt and tight ass I felt a stirring in my groin from her submissiveness.  For no particular reason I peeked in her roommate’s bedroom before I left and I got a shock.

 

On the other girl’s bed was a sheet of paper that I picked up and read.  The message was brief but quite clear.  Irene was telling her to be away tonight so she had been lying when she pretended surprise that her roommate was away.  And that confirmed that Irene wasn’t quite the nice girl she pretended to be.  She’d set up the seduction only it was I, not she who was seduced.  I was annoyed and disappointed.

 

That night when I got home I did another despicable thing.  I accessed Val’s private files on our computer.  I’d known her password for some time but I knew it would be very wrong to access her private correspondence.  Now though, after being told that she was cheating on me, I thought it was OK to look.

 

I didn’t have to look far.  I found a file called Diary and that’s what it was.  Neater than the old-fashioned little book, Val’s diary was for the most part rather boring.  Except when she wrote about our lovemaking (awesome) and most importantly, where she wrote about Irene.

 

Sep 21 – Dear Diary, I’m scared.  Irene acts like she’s a ‘nice girl’ but I think it’s just an act.  I’ve seen how she looks at Joe and I’m sure she wants to go to bed with him.  I don’t trust her at all.  (I’m awful, though.  I made extra noise the last time she stayed overnight so she’d know what a great lover he is.  That was stupid, wasn’t it?)  But I think she’s a scheming bitch.

 

Sep 28 – Dear Diary, I guess I wasn’t fair to Irene when I wrote my last entry.  She’s had a hard life.  Her brother raped her when she was only fourteen and he made her do it (she said ‘he fucked me’) until he left home.  So she hates men except she says Joe is OK because I’m her best friend and he’s married to me.  I was kind of scared that Joe might try to….you know….but now I’m sure Irene wouldn’t let him do anything even if he tried.  Would she tell me if he made a move on her?  I’m glad she’s my friend.

 

I was furious.  That bitch had not only set it up so I’d fuck her but she’d also made me think that Val was cheating and that I had taken advantage of her, my innocent, young secretary.  I wanted to fire her right then but that wasn’t enough.  I wanted to hurt her, humiliate her.

 

I stayed away from her all day.  The weekend was coming and I needed to get my head in order so I wouldn’t do something I’d regret.  On Monday I waited until quitting time and then I ordered Irene to come to my office.

 

“I know you weren’t a virgin,” I said.  “Virgins don’t move their asses like you did when they’re fucked for the first time… and I sure never had a cherry who pulled me in deep like you did.  Your brother trained you well.” When I said that she just stood there and took it but that sexy, full lower lip began to quiver like she might cry.  Good, I thought because I wanted to hurt her. 

 

I walked past her and locked the door and then grabbed her and began unbuttoning her blouse.  She helped me and in only a few seconds she was standing there completely nude.  She had a good figure even though her tits were not as large as I liked.  But her hips flared out nicely from a narrow waist and she had huge nipples that were already sticking out from her tits like little cannons.  I was mad at her but the thought of fucking her again had me hard already. But I wanted her mouth first.

 

“Get on your knees Irene.  I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth of yours,” I said and I leaned back against the desk and pushed her down to her knees in front of me.  I dropped my pants and my cock stood out as hard as last night.

 

I grabbed her head by her hair and pulled her face closer. It was obvious that she’d sucked cock before because her mouth opened and she let my cock push inside. God it felt good.  She wrapped those sexy lips around me and looked up at me with big, cow-like eyes.  I said something then, some appreciative comment, and I began to use her head like a boy uses his hand when he jerks off.  And I felt her tighten her lip-grip as I did that.  Damn.  She was going to be good.  I could tell.

 

But I wanted deeper.  I wanted to get all the way into her mouth and throat.  I hauled her closer and felt a delightful jolt when the tip of my cock bumped the back of her mouth.  She gagged but I didn’t let up.   “Glanngh….too deep,” she protested but I wasn’t about to stop. 

 

“Deeper, bitch.  You’re going to take it all the way,” I said demandingly and pulled her head closer again.  This time I felt the thrilling sensation as her throat closed around my knob and she gagged louder.  I waited, enjoying the spasms that her gagging transmitted to the sensitive tip of my tool.  I let her back away slightly and then slowly I hauled her head in closer.  She gagged again but, centimeter by centimeter I progressed deeper into what I suspected was a virgin throat.  And then suddenly her throat seemed to relax and it was like breaking a cherry…my cock sank full length into her mouth and throat.  She gagged again and again and it felt great, like her throat was sucking me, and she looked up at me with those big, submissive, cow-like eyes.

 

And then I began to doubt that I was getting a throat-cherry.  She tightened her lips and massaged the base of my cock with tiny strokes back and forth.  She seemed to be struggling to breathe so I let her back off enough for that and then she rotated her head and did all kinds of wonderful things with her lips and tongue.  Even the sounds were sexy.  Juices were drooling from her mouth and soft, wet, slushy sounds were coming from her as I fucked her sexy maw.

“Damn Irene…you’re a great cocksucker,” I told her.  “Your brother taught you well…or someone…you must have sucked a lot of cocks to be as good as this.” I pulled her face hard against me and she struggled like she was having trouble breathing and the resultant gagging added to my obscene pleasure.

“Yeaah baby…that feels good,” and then she suddenly relaxed again like when she deepthroated me first. I began to use her slowly and deliberately, pushing into her throat while I felt her tongue and lips teasing me.  It was too much.  The semen was boiling in my balls and once again I hauled her face hard against my groin and rammed my cock all the way into her throat.

 

She seemed to know what was coming (cumming?) as she worked her lips on the base of my cock as if she was trying to swallow all of me and she gave a little tug on my sac.  I exploded and her eyes widened when I let go the first blast.  She tried to pull back but I wouldn’t let her and she began to swallow.  I began then to fuck with full-length strokes into her mouth and she sucked me like a vacuum cleaner.  She swallowed noisily and looked up at me like she was my slave…my very own sex-slave.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Irene’s Story Part 6

 

I was in love.  Joe had made me feel so special and he was so big and masterful.  I wanted him to stay the rest of the night but he had to go.  I could hardly wait for the next time and I was sure there’d be a next time.  I know I was awful to tell him that Val was cheating on him but as they say, ‘all’s fair in love and war’.

 

I went ‘home’ for the weekend, wondering if being in love with my boss was such a good idea.  Bill was home too and I decided I should have him as a possible antidote to my infatuation with Joe.  It didn’t work.  I still wanted to be with, to please Joe even after I’d screwed my big brother’s brains out.

 

I was disappointed when Joe didn’t come by my desk on Monday.  Was he going to ignore me?  I sat there and stewed all day until, right at quitting time, he called and asked me…told me…to come to his office.

 

“You’re a lying bitch,” he said harshly as soon as I entered his office.  “But you’re a good fuck.” 

 

At that moment I was in awe…and a bit afraid.  He was angry with me but I didn’t know why. I idolized him and I was eager to do whatever he wanted. He locked the door and I knew then that even if he was mad at me, he was going to fuck me again and that was all I wanted.

 

“I know you weren’t a virgin,” Joe said in the same harsh voice.  “Virgins don’t move their asses like you did when they’re fucked for the first time… and I sure never had a cherry who pulled me in deep like you did.  Your brother trained you well,” and as he said that he began roughly to strip off my clothes. And I helped him.  Val must have told him what I’d said about Bill fucking…raping me.

 

“Get on your knees Irene.  I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth of yours, he said as he leaned back against the desk and forced me to my knees in front of him.  I was completely naked and as I knelt submissively…and excitedly too…he dropped his pants and his lovely, big cock stood out as hard as last night when he’d had it all inside me.

 

I’d sucked Bill’s cock of course but he hadn’t prepared me for what Joe was going to do.  Roughly he grabbed my head, using my rather short hair as his handles and he pulled my face to his groin.  There was already a drip of clear liquid hanging from the tip and I could see his taut foreskin partly covering the purple knob and then it was in my mouth.

 

When I got my lips wrapped around his penis I heard him moan and I knew he liked it.  I’d show him how good I could be even though I didn’t have a lot of experience at this.

 

“Oh yeaah, Baby.  That’s the way,” he said but the harshness of his voice was softened by lust.  Using my hair as handles he moved my head back and forth and I like the feel of his hot hardness sliding in and out.  I compressed my lips around it and let it slide over my tongue.

 

“Glangh,” I gagged when he pulled my head too close and the tip of his penis bumped the back of my mouth.  “Glanngh….too deep,” I protested.  At that moment I still didn’t grasp what was in store for me.

 

“Deeper, bitch.  You’re going to take it all the way,” Joe said in a voice that demanded obedience.  And I wanted to obey.  I wanted to please him.  He pulled my head closer again and his hardness pushed into my throat.  I gagged.  Thankfully he didn't rush me or make sudden moves. I wonder who else he’d taught to deepthroat.  He stayed quiet but he continued to force my head closer. The gagging this caused was unpleasant but when it happened he let me back off for a moment before pulling my head closer again.  Each time I tried to take him in a little deeper. The feel and taste of him in my mouth was turning me on, fueling an intense desire to take all of him inside my mouth like I’d taken him in my vagina and my bottom last night. My final surrender was effortless. One moment I was struggling, gagging, and the next as he made one easy push I took the rest of him into my throat. His extreme thickness filled my throat so completely that I couldn’t breathe. As a result, I gagged again and again but I kept him fully inside, letting the wonder of the moment run its course while at the same time waiting for my gag reflex to cease.

 

I looked up at him, at his handsome face which, at that moment had an inscrutable expression.  Was I doing what he wanted?  I didn’t know but then, using my hair-handles he began to move my head back and forth again, fucking my mouth the way he’d fucked my cunt and ass.

 

The friction caused by the wet, sliding contact of his thickly veined cock with my tightly wrapped lips triggered a warm sensation that ran from my lips to my clitoris. When I took him all the way in, the heat and the thickness of him made my head swirl. I tightened my lips and massaged the base of him with tiny strokes back and forth, breathing carefully through my nose when he pushed my head away, rotating my head at times to create more friction, changing the pace when needed but keeping it steadfast and unflagging. I sucked the swollen head of his cock, stimulating the skin underneath with my tongue.  I watched him all the time as I did this and his pleasure was evident from the way he looked at me.

 

I felt something hot and wet on my naked breasts and realized that a veritable stream of liquid was drooling from where my mouth gripped the slowly fucking penis.  Was it my saliva or his juices?  I didn’t know but I was suddenly also aware of the slushy, slurping sounds I was making as I sucked him.  Was I like the woman in the movie Deepthroat?  Was I going to cum by having my mouth fucked?

 

No longer worried about choking, I devoted all my attention to giving my boss pleasure. I guess I had a knack for it because I learned how to lap with my tongue, how to move my lips, how to introduce variety, how to swallow, how to caress different parts of the shaft, how to use my teeth. 

 

“Damn Irene…you’re a great cocksucker,” I heard him say and then I felt momentarily sick when he added, “Your brother taught you well…or someone…you must have sucked a lot of cocks to be as good as this.”

I didn’t like hearing those words and I wanted to protest but I couldn’t…not with my mouth full of his cock.  I’d tell him later.  There was nothing soft or gentle in the way he was looking down at me. He was tense and determined and I felt him grow tense.  He pulled my face hard against his pelvis and the combination of his throat-filling cock and his hairy bush rammed against my nose made me think I was going to smother.  I fought to pull away but he was too strong and I panicked and gagged horribly.

“Yeaah baby…that feels good,” he panted and even though my throat was locked in a spasm and was emitting grotesque choking sounds I knew I had to surrender completely, to give in to the assault in my throat.

As soon as I did this my throat relaxed and I felt gratitude. My throat released its hold on him, allowing me to breathe once again. I could feel sexual energy moving through my lips and tongue as I closed more tightly around him.  He was content now to use me slowly and deliberately, pushing into my throat with purpose but without much force, while I lashed at him with my tongue and pressed with my lips. Sometimes he would have me nibble and suck the head of his cock, but most of the time he was all the way in so I could work the base. Even though I’d done this before…except for the deepthroating part, I knew moments before he was going to cum. Nevertheless I was surprised when he hauled my face hard against his pelvis and rammed his thick cock all the way into my throat. 

 

I worked my lips on the base of his maleness as if I was trying to swallow all of him and I sort of tugged on his balls that were dangling under my chin.  He erupted and I was surprised at the warmth, the thickness, and the heaviness of the semen.  Not knowing what else to do, I swallowed everything, utterly lost in a swirl of sensations, my body totally alive. While he began to fuck my mouth with long strokes and I was conscious enough of what he wanted that I gripped his slick hardness tightly with my lips and drained his gism into my mouth.  I could feel the hot, slimy semen overflowing my mouth and drooling onto my breasts and I marveled at the volume of fluid in my mouth.  I swallowed noisily and looked up at him, filled with intense love for him as he leaned back, a little dazed. With the aftertaste rather pungent in my mouth, I knew that I was his slave…his sex-slave…and he could do whatever he wanted to me.

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