"So this is an entrapment?"
"You walked on freely Mike and you can leave just as easily. Of course don't blame me if a rumor circulates that you are gay."
Mike needed something to get his mind off Merle and the possibility she'd parted from him for good.
He unzipped.
Valerie watched him haul it out and she wheezed, "Oh my Mike are you half pony?"
Mike walked up and thrust his erection at Valier. She swallowed the tip hungrily and gradually worked her way down it. Later she grasped her ankles as Mike plowed her doggy and with her pushing back energetically that frenzy eventually unleashed great climaxes for them both.
"The butt?" Valerie pleaded but Mike, wiping away sweat, said he only did that with butt-virgins causing Valerie to scowl.
"Save some energy for your boyfriend," he grinned and she smiled and said, "Or his father."
Mike thought she was attempting to be funny.
A middle aged cleaner walked in and grinned as Valerie and Mike grabbled their clothes and disappeared into stalls.
""Oh too late to join in am I?" the woman cackled.
"That was a great fuck," Valerie said as they left the building.
"Yeah well stick to your boyfriend. I'm too old for you."
"Yeah. You'll be too old to get it up in a year or two. You don't appear to be gay to me Mike Jones."
During the next three weeks Mike settled into his new role and began introducing the reforms he believed were needed, taking it slowly to avoid 'frightening the horses." He was experienced enough to know not to force staff on to the back foot if their cooperation was required to accept changes to the accustomed ways they did things."
CHAPTER 3
Mike, bent over against blowing snow ducked into the bus stop shelter and hear a familiar voice say, "Coffee?"
"Merle," he yelled and she screamed happily, "Michael."
They went into a clinch and then heard Alf, one of their regular drivers yell, "Are you two love birds coming."
Merle screamed, "No off you go. We have decided to take adverse weather leave."
"Have we?" Mike asked, a little conscientious.
"Yes," she hissed. "I wish to be taken home and loved."
As the bus rolled off Mike said, "What back to his house?"
"Yes but it's my house now and is up for sale. I'm over my recriminations and am back to say to you I'm ever so sorry but I just had to run off to get my mind sorted and take care of his burial. But I missed you so much I just had to come back much earlier that I envisaged."
"So you had intended returning?"
""Yes of course." She then saw his face and realized he'd not been confident about that.
"Oh Mike, I am so sorry."
"It's sweet, I have you back now," he smiled, holding on to the hood of his snow jacket as he pulled Merle out into the unrelenting wind. They were soon into relative shelter as they turned into Elm Avenue.
Inside the house they pulled off their storm clothing while eyeing each other before they went into a kissing huddle. She led him into the lounge and asked, "Do you want anything to eat?"
"Just pussy."
Grinning she raised an eyebrow and pushing her hands behind her dropped her skirt.
Mike groaned and she giggled, holding her tongue forward as her lips closed. That looked so sexy that it caused Mike to lunge at her. Merle who was stepping out of her skirt attempted to knock him away with a hip thrust, squealing in delight but he was quick enough to shoot out a hand to trap her hip. He gripped and swung round, falling on to the sofa, pulling her down on to him.
"God you animal," she snorted and mashed a hand down hard on to his cock and balls.
"Hey," Mike yelled, wincing. He grabbed the front of her bra through her thick top, attempted to rip top and bra off her but the bra held and the result was he slammed her down on to him, half-winding her.
"Truce," she panted, struggling for breath.
He rolled from under Merle and pulled her to her feet and began rubbing her back in a circular motion, looking very concerned.
She smiled appreciatively, not panting so much until she managed, "Gee there won't be much of me left in one piece after you've finished fucking me."
Mike undid the back buttons of her top and pulled that off and then expertly reached behind to unclasp her bra and removed that. He then kissed both tits gently and said, "These are mountable trophies."
Merle sighed and said, "Please fuck me Mike. I've been waiting so long for you to do that."
Mike didn't bother with shedding any more clothes. He lowered Merle on to the sofa, unzipped and pulling out his dick slipped it in under the side elastic of a leg of her panties and the head slid though a more than ready slid.
"Oh Mike, this is gorgeous. I'm built to take a big one and have the 'I'm being filled' sensation."
Mike thought she could have all the sensations she liked but he hoped she's move her ass.
Merle chatted and grunted until he was fully docked but she remained stationary.
Mike's fear she might fuck with as much liveliness as a pillow soon went. As soon as Mike pulled back for the next push forward she began moving and within seconds had caught his rhythm and they were away, banging and grunting.
"Omigod how can fucking be so good," she said, wiping sweat off her brow.
That accolade made Mike's cock thicken further.
She asked mildly, "Don't you wear condoms?"
"Oh shit, aren't you protected? Women are fertile into their forties aren't they?"
"Yes but I'm protected," she puffed.
"I only wear them for anal."
"What?" she gasped.
Mike already have a wet finger playing round her clit so have shoved it at her anus and it popped it. "I was meaning up there."
Merle shrieked and Mike had to grasp her by the shoulders to stay on as she bucked and groaned into a huge climax.
As she calmed she squeezed his balls and he came, bellowing.
When he rolled off she said, "I don't do anal Mike."
He stuck a finger into her leaking juices. She hesitated but then sucked the offering finger and then smiled and smacked her lips. He couldn't be sure that was genuine approval.
"Is no anal negotiable?"
"You devil Michael Jones. I guess I'll have to think about that."
They stayed in the house all day, fucking and sleeping, and at 8:00 walked two blocks in the snow, with the wind having died, and found the 24-hour diner was operating.
Next morning Mike had to be pushed out to house to go home and dress for work.
He'd phoned his mom the previous afternoon to say he'd not be home that night.
"Where will you stay?"
"With a women who's a little older than me."
His mom was on to him. "That new widow Merle Chapman. I heard she was back home."
"How the fuck did you know it was her mom?"
His mom had snapped, "Michael Jones, don't you dare talk to me like that" and she cut the call.
Next morning when he was dressing for work his mom stood in the doorway, arms folded. "Well?"
"I'm sorry for speaking to you impolitely on the phone."
"No not that. Is it Merle?"
He beamed, nodding.
"Oh Mike I'm so happy. She's an amazingly lovely young woman."
"But perhaps past child-bearing age."
"That doesn't matter. You two can adopt."
"M-mom. There's no commitment between us yet. We are just getting to know one another."
"With Merle being a widow and you being such a charming guy and with good manly development she'd have to be mad not to commit to you Mike."
Manly development? Mike left for the bus stop shaking his head and grinning. That was his mom speaking in code. He wondered if women her age used the coarser version of those words were they got together and nattered, often erupting into laughter.
Mid-morning after talking on the phone to Merle, Mike had a thought: Why not ask hi
s mom to invite Merle to dinner that evening. He took another call and then found another call waiting so took that.
"Hi it's Merle. Your mom has just called asking me to dinner tonight."
"That's good. And?"
"I accepted of course."
"I'll walk along to your house at 7:00 to collect you."
"Thank you my gallant man. Oh the person who answered the phone asked whether I wanted Mike Jones in sales or Mike Jones the chief administration officers. Have you been promoted?"
"Yes. I was intending to tell you but we haven't had much talking time together."
"Well stay with me tonight to, er, talk. I'm ready to vacate here and would like to know where you'd like to live."
"It would have to be a rental because if you recall, I was left almost penniless by my divorce and my extravagant ex-wife."
"Well I'm rolling in money so think very upmarket."
"But you have sold your property yet?"
"But I have heaps of money. My late husband handed me money to invest when we married and there will be heaps more coming from his estate when that's wound up. A million goes to his daughter and I inherit the rest. Also he had his life insured against accidental death in my name so I'm getting really big money from that. Marry me and you may have half of everything."
"Merle you can't do that. That's been reckless with your assets."
"On yeah. Michael Jones my bus stop man. We certainly do have to talk. I better let you go; bye.
Mr Bus Stop Man looked out of his office window, half dazed.
The End.
Sylvie Humiliates Me
Sylvie's friend Maureen had joined us for dinner. I've never liked Maureen. She's one of those women who seem to think they are better than you. She always seemed to have a sarcastic smirk on her face when she looked at me. I sometimes wondered if she and Sylvie talked about me, and if so, what they said.
I didn't like Maureen, but I liked to look at her. She was a tall blond with big tits and long legs, which she showed off by wearing short skirts. After dinner the women went into the living room while I stayed in the kitchen to wash the dishes. After a while I began to listen in on their conversation.
"Bret seems to have lost his interest in sex with me," Maureen said. Bret was her husband. "I can't get him to go down on me," she said, "and he never has enough energy for anything else. I'm pretty sure he looks at nasty picture on the Internet and masturbates."
"Steven did that about a week ago," Sylvie answered, "but I am punishing him for that indiscretion."
Christ! Did she always talk about me like that? Did she reveal everything about what we did in the bedroom to her friend?
"For the past week," Sylvie went on, "I have tied his hands behind him when we go to bed. Then I spend 15 or 20 minutes playing with his cock, but not letting him come. If it doesn't spring to attention, I'll know he's been looking at dirty pictures and jerking off like a teenage boy."
I stormed into the living room before she could say anything else. Maureen looked at me with that superior look of hers. Sylvie glared at me. The look she gave me told me that I had better not say anything. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that tonight was the night she had promised to let me get my rocks off, if I was a "good boy." Like the wimp that I am, I slunk back into the kitchen without opening my mouth.
"A happy marriage," I heard Sylvie say to her friend, "is one where the husband is obedient. A horny husband is an obedient husband. I keep Steven obedient by rationing his orgasms. I make his suck my pussy three or four nights a week. I also make him lick my ass. Has Bret ever licked your ass?"
I didn't hear Maureen's response. I guess she just shook her head. "You should make him do it," Sylvie went on. "It's really nice, especially after Steven has licked my pussy to an orgasm. It's so relaxing that sometimes I have him lick my behind and nothing else before I go to sleep. Of course I tie his hands behind him beforehand so he can't play with his cock. Having him lick my ass is nice for me. It also puts him in his place. He's my ass licker."
I wondered what had happened with our marriage. Just a couple of months ago we had a pretty normal relationship. Our sex was a little kinky. Usually I jerked off while I went down on her. But otherwise we were equals in our relationship. Now she was controlling my cock, deciding when I would have an orgasm and how, or even if I would have one. I resent giving up all control to her. On the other hand, it was really exciting. I thought about sex all the time. Almost every day we had some kind of sex, even though it was often without an orgasm for me.
After Maureen left, Sylvie came upstairs. "I'm going to take pity on you," she said. "I'm going to let you jerk off while I watch."
She had me take all my clothes off and kneel in front of her while she sat on the bed. It excited me to play with my cock while she watched. Since I hadn't come in a week, I was really primed. I tried to keep it slow so it wouldn't be over too soon.
"You like that, don't you?" Sylvie said. "You like to play with your little wienie while women watch you. Maybe someday I'll let Maureen watch you masturbate. She knows you do it. You heard me telling her."
The ideas that Sylvie came up with drove me crazy. It was humiliating to hear that her friend knew I had jerked off while looking at naughty pictures on the Internet. At the same time it was really hot to think of that tall, sexy blond watching my on my knees, pumping my cock.
"Sometime I'm going to invite Maureen over to watch your little show. I'll have you take all your clothes off like now. Then I'll blindfold you so you won't even know who's watching you or if there really is someone looking at you playing with your little thing."
I closed my eyes and envisioned Maureen sitting beside Sylvie. The mental image was enough push me over the edge. I shot a week's worth of jism into my hand.
The End.
Playfulness & Punishment
i get a call on my cell. It's Him and i answer quickly.
"Where are you slut?"
"i'm on my way now. i had to stay a couple of minutes late at work."
"You should have been here by now. You will be punished when you get home. Get here as fast as you can slut."
i tense and know He is upset. i dread getting home, but i don't waste any time. i unlock the door and it swings open swiftly, like He saw me coming. He grabs me, pulls me into the room, and slams the door behind me, pinning me against the back of the door.
"I've been waiting for you," He whispers in my ear.
I feel His hands grab both of my wrists and press them into the door above my head with His body weight. i'm instantly wet. He kisses me roughly, devouring my mouth with His, letting His tongue duel with mine and ending in biting my lip. i can feel He is rock hard as He leans His body into mine. His breathing is labored and thick with passion. He leans into my ear again and asks a question that sends tingles through my body instantly.
"Do you wish to be punished now or after we get back?"
i inhale sharply and know this is a loaded question. What i want never matters and He will do as He wishes, whether or not i agree.
i manage to squeak out "before," so that i can get it done and over with and enjoy the rest of the evening. His grip on my wrists gets almost painful as He pulls me down to my knees in front of Him. He tells me to pull out His cock and service Him immediately. i know that is my cue to do a good job. He has taught me how He likes to be sucked off and it is my only job to please Him. i pull open His zipper and knowing He doesn't wear underwear, His cock pops out stiff and pointing right at my face. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls so hard i think He may have ripped it out of my head and forces my mouth down over His cock.
"Take it all in your slut mouth," He demands.
i know that means He wants me to gag on His cock. i take His entire cock into my mouth to the point where it stops at the back of my throat. He's been working on my deep-throating, but it still is not easy for me. i feel Him force His dick further into my mouth, making me gag as He tells me to start swallo
wing. As expected, i do as i'm told and begin swallowing as His cock is forced deeper down my throat. My eyes instantly water and my gag reflex kicks in strong. i push against His force and bring my mouth up to the tip of His dick to breath.
He tells me almost angrily "that was weak, you'll have to do much better than that slut."
i'm panting for breath as he digs his fingers into my hair and forces me back down his shaft. He starts thrusting His cock deeper and deeper and as i gag and cough, He moans in satisfaction.
All of a sudden my hair feels like it's coming out by the roots as He hauls me to my feet. He tells me i will have plenty of time to continue that later. With His hands still wrapped in my hair He begins to drag me behind Him to the bedroom and i have no choice but to follow. Once through the door, He flings me onto the bed and as i whimper.
"Shut your whiney slut mouth."
I hear him rustling around and He returns to the bedside. In His hand is the paddle, my nemesis. i dread when He uses this instrument, as He only brings it out when He punishes me severely. It hurts worse than any other device that He uses to spank me when i misbehave.
i am commanded to lay in the center of the bed with my head by the pillows and feet by the end on my stomach. The butterflies are in full swing as He grabs the pillows off the bed.
"No need for you to be comfortable. You need not enjoy this."
I feel His hand reach down and raise my skirt above my ass to my waist. He does not allow me to wear underwear, so my naked ass is perfectly open to His punishment.
"Spread your legs as wide as they can stretch."
i do so immediately and know that His butt plug that i must wear constantly is now visible through my open legs. He tells me to start counting and i may yell and scream all i want, but He won't stop until He reaches 50. My brain is rattled, as He's never punished me this severely before. He's only ever gone to 25 with the paddle. i brace myself for impact when i feel the first extremely painful smack of the paddle on my white, silky ass cheek. i let out a screech as the pain rips through my entire body.
"One," i say.
The next thud comes quickly.
"Twwwwwo."
i'm not going to be able to sit for a week after this session. Slap.
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