Secretarial Services – Part X

 

 

SignifEvent Journal Sep 200-

 

“Fuck her in the ass, Joe.  You never have and she needs to get it that way.”  Val was in the shower and by the time Irene made this request (demand) last week my secretary was acting quite at home with us. 

 

We sort of  set up a schedule   Tuesday night Val has her and on Thursday I have her and on Saturday it’s the three of us and so far I call the shots…suck me, Irene dildo Val, Val dildo Irene or whatever obscene fantasy I chose.  Anyway tonight when Irene asked me to fuck Val in the ass it was Saturday and I was calling the shots.

 

“She has gorgeous tits doesn’t she Irene,” I asked after Val joined us in bed and I fondled Val’s heavy melons, “and a lovely ass.”  I rolled Val over on her back and went down between her willingly spread thighs.  She was so wet there that I suspected she’d been giving herself a bit of extra pleasure with the pulsating showerhead and I got some confirmation of this when she orgasmed after less than a minute of clit-tonguing.

 

“Damn…you’re a hot one tonight doll,” and I slipped my hand under her bottom, using my finger to tease her anal pucker which was wet and slippery from the saliva and her juices that had dribbled down the crevice below her cuntmouth.

 

“Suck me Irene…I want to see those sexy lips wrapped around my cock,” and obediently as usual my secretary knelt over me and began to service me.  The look in her eyes though was one of disappointment because this was not what she’d hoped I’d be doing.

 

“Joe?  Joe?” Val gasped when I pushed my finger through the circular muscle.  “What are you doing?”

 

“Irene wants me to fuck your ass, darling.  And I want to too.”

 

“NO!  I won’t let you!”

 

“Aw…c’mon sweetie…haven’t you done it before?”

 

“No…never.  Don’t want to.”

 

I was aware that Irene had stopped sucking my cock and then she was beside us, her mouth covering Val’s.

 

“But it was OK for me to fuck Irene in the ass?”

“That’s not the same.” She replied, her response muffled by Irene’s mouth on hers.

 

“Why not? I said that in a stern tone that didn’t invite further response and I rolled my wife over onto her belly.  I’d never used that commanding tone of voice with her before and I was gratified by her docile acceptance of what I was doing.

I trembled in anticipation, propping myself up on my elbow to gaze hungrily down the length of my wife's prone body, my attention finally focusing on the forbidden dark crack of her defensively clenched ass-cheeks. My hand moved hesitantly to her thighs just below the clefts of her buttocks, and I began to stroke softly up between them, running my middle finger up the already lewdly moistened slit of her cunt to spread the flowing cuntal juices back over the forbidden little nether hole.

Val's body jerked with a soft spasm as my finger moved across the sensitive membrane, coming into sudden obscene contact with the tightly contracted little circle. Val’s body seemed to respond spontaneously with a little undulating quiver, and a soft noise that could have been mistaken for a mewl of pleasure coming from deep in her throat. Then a wilder shudder passed through her body when I pressed harder. Her eyes opened wide and she raised her head, staring straight ahead at the mirrored wall of the bedroom as my finger slipped right down into the little hole, burrowing slowly forward into her rectum in spite of all her attempts to clench her buttocks and contract her anus in resistance. It sank inward to the first knuckle, and then continued the lewd intrusion until it was buried all the way up in her helpless rectal flesh.

As a soft moan rose to my wife’s lips as I flicked my thumb down into the moistly splayed flesh of her cunt and her buttocks resumed their sensuous undulation as I began to stroke up and down her tingling cunt-lips with my thumb, at the same time probing deep in her rectum with my middle finger. I saw fresh tears rush to Val’s eyes, but at the same time she was unable to stop the soft gyrations of her hips squirming up and down in a lewdly hunching motion on the bed.

 

This was fabulous and I felt a rush of gratitude to Irene who had prompted the whole thing.  And the way my wife was reacting, her submissive docility was giving me the sense of power that I’d felt with Irene but never before with Val.  I didn’t really understand why but maybe the idea of being fucked in the asshole was beginning to appeal to her. Even as she sobbed, little tremors of masochistic pleasure started to course out over every tingling inch of her goose-bumped flesh, and she gasped as I began to withdraw my finger, and in spite of the relief, the tight rubbery walls of her inner rectal flesh seemed to cling to it protestingly. Her body jerked from the sharp pop as my finger left her completely, then lurched forward as I rolled back on top of her and my finger was suddenly replaced by the blood-filled tip of my cock, prodding right up against the tightness of her helpless anal entrance.

 

“Yes Joe!  Oh God yes! Fuck her in the asshole!”  My secretary’s lewd urging added to my lustful pleasure as I hauled Val up to a kneeling position and pushed into the hot, tight orifice.

"Aaaaaaagggghhhhh" Val moaned thrashing her head from side to side as I lunged ruthlessly forward, my cock-head pressing right against the tightly resisting little anal opening and beginning to worm itself slowly up inside. Despite the preparation of my fingers she felt tighter than Irene had the first time.  Her rectal passage was excruciatingly tight and my cock burned from the friction as I penetrated her.  Suddenly Val dropped face down onto the
bed, her buttocks still jerking in involuntary spasm from the shattering
violation of her most sensitive orifice. She was hopelessly impaled now.
Her body was pinned down to the mattress beneath me and she'd taken my surging rod of flesh to the hilt between her reluctantly upthrust ass-cheeks.

Then another cry rose to my wife’s lips but it was a cry of defeat, not pain as I began to move. I was delighting in the lewd skewering of my wife’s asshole and as I continued to drive smoothly into the rubbery tight rectal flesh, her cries of protest gradually began to change, becoming finally mewls of forbidden pleasure as I began to fuck even harder.

"God, you’re tight," I gasped, grunting and groaning and laboring above her. "I'm not gonna be able to take much more. The friction is just too intense." In a sudden movement I slipped my hand in between Val's belly and the mattress, thrusting my finger up between her thighs to stroke in swift little movements right over the hotly pulsing bud of her clitoris, further increasing the confusing contrast of sensation for her. Val sobbed softly and then moaned even louder, suddenly rocking her buttocks back and pulling her knees up beneath her body, lifting us into the standard "dog fashion" position. The shift in position better exposed her anus so I could thrust my cock even deeper into the sensitive tightness, and at the same time made it easier for me to reach her clitoris and the pulsating slit of her moistened cunt.

I grunted even more excitedly from my wife's unexpected response, increasing the length of my own piercing lunges until I was unleashing the full fury of my lust with a series of mighty thrusts deep into her bowels.  At the same time, I shoved my middle finger deep into the quivering softness of her cunt and increased the friction of my thumb's rapid stroking over her little twitching clitoral bud.

 

I could feel the cum begin to well up in my balls and I knew it wouldn't be long now until I lost all control. But my wife was really beginning to respond and I was determined to hold off as long as I possibly could.

Val's body was really coming to life now and her nakedly squirming body shuddered and she screwed her buttocks back hungrily against the surging shaft of flesh that invaded her, longing for more and more of the lewdly masochistic titillation.

Behind her, I groaned as he felt her anus contract even tighter around the lunging shaft of my cock. I knew I was humbling my wife but the obscene triumph of watching her wallow in subservient bliss before me, not to mention the sheer intensity of sensation, were more than I could stand. I reclined my weight heavily against my wife’s upthrust buttocks, my cock buried to the hilt in the rubbery tightness of her rectum. I flexed, sending another wanton shiver coursing the length of her softly perspiring body.
She grunted as I flexed again, then turned her head to look back over her
shoulder, and the lust-contorted expression on her face was like nothing
I had ever seen in my life.

 

"Joe," she whimpered again. "I like it. I like it. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me in the asshole.” "Yes," Val groaned as I began to move again. "Fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!"

Again Val dropped her face down onto the pillow, her buttocks jerking and waving in complete submission as I felt my cock swelling even larger in her burning rectum as the cum surged in my balls and began its mad dash up the blood-stiffened rod.

Again my vanquished wife rocked backwards, taking the lust-inflamed hardness even deeper, screwing her buttocks in a passionate rotating motion. She knew she was going to cum any minute now, and she strained and fought desperately for her own release. She hovered on the brink for what seemed like an unbearable eternity; yet still it eluded her, and now I was
running out of time.

"Finger-fuck me harder," Val gasped in sheer desperation. "Fuck your middle finger harder into my pussy. Make me cum too."

As I slammed down on my wife's helplessly writhing body with an even mightier racking stroke, I slipped my middle finger eagerly into the softly parting lips of her already lewdly moistened flesh, worming it p into the unresisting softness until it was buried to the knuckle in her vagina. Wiggling it deep inside her, I began to finger-fuck swiftly in and out as I felt the last of my own control fading and the cum surged up hotly from my balls and began to splatter in thick squirting gushes deep up in the clasping tightness of her anal passage.

With a last grunt I sagged down tiredly on my wife's still trembling buttocks, feeling the little spasms continue to shake her body for several moments longer. Then my lust-spent penis began to deflate up in her cum-filled rectum and he withdrew softly and rolled over tiredly on my back.

 

“Cool,” I heard Irene say softly.  “That was cool. You liked it Val, didn’t you?  After he got into you?”

 

“Oohhh God Irene.  I never dreamed…it was like my first cum.”

 

I was exhausted and dozed off to be awakened by a warm, moist caress of my tender penis.  Opening my eyes I saw Irene kneeling over me as she washed my tool with a wet washcloth.

 

“I need it Joe.  I got so hot watching you do Val…can you fuck me?”

 

I wasn’t sure but with the assistance of a pill I was soon erect again and for almost two hours I ploughed my pregnant secretary’s talented twat and the increasingly muscular passage that my wife offered.

 

Dear Diary:  Sep 21 – He did it!  He fucked Val in the ass and it was great watching her being humbled like that.  I guess I likely look the same (except that my tits don’t jiggle) when he gets me on my knees and fucks me that way but I’m glad that he made her do it.  I get tired easy so I won’t write much but I feel satisfied…nastily so.

G’night

 

Dear Diary:  Oct 1 – Pregnancy is making me lazy so I don’t write as often.  I’m starting to show…I have a little pot now…but otherwise things are the same.  Val definitely liked getting it in her bottom but she’s not happy about it.  Last night after we’d pretended to be each other’s guy (and that fake cock she shoves into me isn’t half bad) she proposed a scheme to get even with Joe for making her do it that way, even if she liked it.  I won’t tell you about it until it happens (if it does) but since I was even madder about him doing it to me than she was about him with her I’m hoping it works out.

G’night

 

SignifEvent Journal Oct 200-

You’ve heard the old bromide, ‘what’s good for the goose is good for the gander’. Well I guess it’s true and that means I can’t be as angry as I wanted to be.  It’s kind of funny, really, considering one of the meanings of the word goose and taking into account that what the gander got this time he’d inflicted on the goose…or geese.

 

It was Saturday night and Val and I had imbibed heavily but Irene remains health conscious and didn’t drink.  Actually if she’d been drinking too I’d blame it all on us being drunk but she definitely wasn’t drunk and she was more than a passive participant in what happened.

 

“Fuck her Joe…pretty soon she’s going to be too big to lie on her back for it so do her first tonight.”

 

We were all naked in our big bed and the expression on my secretary’s face as Val told me to fuck her told me that she really wanted it.  She rolled onto her back and spread her legs and then I slipped a pillow under her ass, raising her hips and tilting her pelvis to provide a great platform for copulation.

 

“Damn, she looks sexy Joe.  When you’re done with her then I’m going to have her.”  As Val murmured her lewd plan she snuggled close and began to caress my back and my bum.  I felt her hand becoming more intimate, sliding between my buttocks and touching my anus.  Both Val and Irene had got in the habit of doing this to me while I fucked them or they sucked me and I found it delightfully exciting.  I felt a momentary discomfort as Val’s finger penetrated my rectal passage and then she began finger-fucking my ass and setting the tempo for me to fuck Irene.

 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the reflection in the mirror of our tangled bodies but then Irene pulled my face down to hers and we were enmeshed mouth to mouth almost like we were joined cock to cunt.  Irene was beginning to undulate beneath me, a signal that she was getting close to climax.  She twined her strong legs with mine while my wife continued to tease my nether passage.

 

Irene broke off our kiss and looked toward the mirror just as I felt a pain in my rectum. Then there was a different feeling like Val had pushed more than one finger into me.  I looked at the mirror then and cried out, “NO!  MY GOD NO!” when I saw that my wife was wearing the pseudo cock she used to fuck Irene and she was pushing it up into me.

 

“How does it feel Joe?  Now you know how we felt when you did this to us…right Irene?”

 

“Yeah…yeah…give it to him Val…shove it in all the way.”

 

I was paralyzed but not with pain or fear.  It was embarrassment.  I was getting what Gay guys get and I sort of liked it.  And then Val began fucking me and the friction gave me pleasure and when she shoved in deep I guess she bumped my prostate and that thrilled me too.  I pushed down hard at my secretary and it’s a wonder I didn’t dislocate her thighs from her hips I got in so close. I felt like I’d pushed right past her cervix and just then her vaginal sheath began the fantastic, milking contractions of her orgasm.

 

“Yunh…yunh…yunh,” I panted as I felt the heat in my loins and my throbbing tool began to pump my gism into the depths of Irene’s writhing cunt.  At the same time I felt my wife’s big boobs mashed to my back, sliding back and forth as she reamed my rectal passage with the strap-on dildo.  It seemed like the woman riding me was helping to pump my gism into Irene’s receptive channel and I was emptying all of my vital juices into her.

 

“Do you like being the meat in a fuck sandwich?  Do you feel like I violated you?”

 

“My God Val…I’m sorry…I never realized how you might feel.”

 

“But you liked it didn’t you?  You liked it as much as any Gay.”

 

“Uh…I guess so,” I admitted reluctantly.  In fact, except for the Gayness connotation I’d have been more effusive.  I was totally conscious of my wife’s womanly attributes as she remained on top of me but even at that moment the thought of having a male doing what she was doing repulsed me.

 

“I liked it guys,” Irene chipped in.  “God, Val, you drove him deeper into me than he’s ever been.  And it feels like he flooded me too.”

 

We stayed locked in the fuck-sandwich position for about five minutes and then Val rolled off.  She wanted something for herself and Irene supplied it after strapping on that mammoth dildo.  My bottom clenched defensively as I thought of how that would have felt.  Thankfully Val didn’t want to hurt me, just humiliate me.  And the gander had been totally goosed.

 

Dear Diary Oct 6 – I am totally depraved and so are Joe and Val.  Val fucked Joe in the ass on Saturday night.  While he was inside me, fucking me.  And I could feel it every time Val fucked into him he drove harder into me.  It was super.  If I wasn’t already pregnant he flooded me so much that I know I would be now.

 

Joe was embarrassed and he sort of half apologized to both of us for doing it to us that way.  But I think his embarrassment was because he liked it.  Like I did.  And Val.  Like I said, we’re all depraved.

G’night

 

Dear Diary Nov 1 – I’m not a very good diarist am I?  But there really hasn’t been a lot to write.  I’ve continued working although I know the guys are looking at me and wondering because I’m showing now.  And they all know I’m living with Joe and Val so I bet they’re having a great time speculating on what the score is.  I doubt that they can guess.  I overheard one of them saying on the phone that somebody knocked me up and Joe, as a good employer, was giving me a place to stay while I have the baby.  Yeah, all true except that it doesn’t tell the reason…or who did the knocking up.

 

They’ve been good to me and it’s been fun teaching Val to deep throat and how to condition her vaginal muscles.  By the time I’m too far along to fuck (when’ll that be?) she’ll be able to milk Joe the way he likes.  Maybe he’ll knock her up too, I hope.

 

I’m training my replacement.  She’s young and innocent like I was when I started here.  (Probably a lot more innocent than I because I think she’s still cherry.)  She’s cute and plump and she has boobs like Val’s.  I wonder if Joe will make a move on her.  We’ll have to make sure he’s too worn out to try because she acts like she’d be and easy mark for his sophisticated moves.  But I can’t  worry about that.

G’night

 

 

SignifEvent Journal Dec 200- Epilogue

We’re three very lucky people…six if you count my and Val’s kids and my and Irene’s baby who will appear in April or thereabouts.

 

Irene has taught Val to deeepthroat and more importantly, she’s taught her to control (and develop) the muscles that controlled her vagina.  So I not only have two amazing cunts at my disposal but one of them has the big tits that I so appreciate.

 

I won’t tell you any more details but our arrangement has worked and is still working four months after Irene moved in with us.  Irene’s vagina is as good a fit as when I first had her (and before Val used that impossibly huge strap-on dildo in it).  And I seem to be satisfying their needs but I don’t know for how long that will be the case.  I think Val is looking for some variety and Irene is so easily led that she may follow her after her pregnancy ends.

 

“I’ve had lots of satisfaction at home but we did hire Irene’s replacement last month so Irene had time to train her.  Her replacement is a young, big-titted country girl who was a virgin…a real one, not a fake like Irene.  She is not a virgin now and although her cunt lacks the muscular control of Irene’s (and now, Val’s) there is a special delight in the tightness that comes from inexperience. And there’s nothing to compare with the ego-building satisfaction of being the first inside a girl’s body.  And no fake bloody sheet this time. Now my challenge is to juggle the satisfaction of Val and Irene with the pleasure of screwing my compliant and pneumatic young secretary. And keep it all a secret.

 

Who knows what will happen?