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by Sylvia Redmond

  “You’re Backdoor Becky” he said again.

  Shit!

  I reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled him inside as I closed the door behind him. I needed to shake the idea from his simple mind before I made my flight. I knew my action would have to be swift and blunt to get through to him.

  “Now, now, I don’t know who you’re confusing me with, but how about a nice blowjob?” I asked him.

  He stood looking at me dumbly as I dropped to my knees and I unzipped his pants. I yanked them to the ground but his underwear was hung up on the huge bulge of his groin. I made a special effort to lift his underwear and I pulled it down separately from his pants and saw why it had been a struggle. What Dumb Danny was lacking for in smarts he obviously made up for in his crotch.

  “There, there Danny, just relax” I told him before opening my mouth to engulf his huge organ.

  I licked and sucked his big cock and was amazed at how it grew. It was far bigger than any other cock in town and by now I had seen most. I was cursing myself for not paying more attention to him in high school as it reached its full size. I knew if I could get his big prick to cum I could get out of there moments later.

  I stroked it and licked it and went crazy bobbing my head up and down. I massaged him and touched him in ways I had not touched anyone else in town. I felt my pussy getting wet and I was waiting for any kind of auditory cue that he was enjoying it. But when he opened his mouth it was the same three words.

  “You’re Backdoor Becky” he said.

  Fuck!

  “What? You’re still confused Danny! You know what I bet you’d like? You want to fuck me don’t you? That’s it, why don’t you fuck Vicki with that big cock of yours?” I said to him.

  I dragged his big body over to the couch and pushed him with all of my might. He landed with a thud and his big cock stood straight up in the air. I pulled off my shorts and my panties while eyeing his big tool. I was sure that sitting on top of him was the only way I was getting that monster in me. I moved to get my knees on either side of him and he stopped me and stood up suddenly.

  I felt my feet leave the floor as he picked me up by the waist. He was handling me like a rag doll as he turned my naked body so that I was facing the couch. The first part of my body to land was my knee as he leaned me over the couch. I barely had time to react as I felt his enormous cock starting to enter me.

  “Oh god!” I groaned as his huge cock started to fill me up.

  My pussy had fucked half the cocks in town, but all of them together were nothing compared to Dumb Danny’s big dick. I felt him pushing the air out of my body as his big cock filled me up, and I realized I count every throbbing vein on it. What had started out stinging was giving way to a spectacular throbbing, and I started to fear I would cum with his every dumb thrust.

  “Oh Jesus!” I said as I felt his big balls slap against me, and I knew he had gone all the way in. I felt him start to pull it out and my body went slack, and I begged him to give it to me more.

  “No, no, don’t stop!” I said. “Keep fucking me!”

  I heard my words and realized I no longer had the power in the small town. Dumb Danny had all the power and he was fucking me silly with it. I felt myself slipping closer and closer to the delicious edge of orgasm, and I was pleading with him not to stop.

  “Almost there” I panted as his huge cock went back and forth. “Almost there, don’t stop now Danny!”

  I felt it starting and I knew my toes were starting to curl. I was almost there when I felt him pull his slippery cock from my pussy.

  I felt the greasy tip of his cock briefly tickle the tip of my asshole and it took me a second too long to register what he was doing.

  “You’re Backdoor Becky” he said, just before I felt him push it in.

  Take Me & Make Me

  Sylvia Redmond

  Introduction

  I was in bed and had the lights on dim. The TV was on but I wasn’t even sure what was on. I had the volume turned down so it was little more than background noise. I just needed enough noise from the TV to cover the occasional moan that might escape my lips. It was pointless, I knew. He wouldn’t have cared even if he heard me. Still, generation upon generation had taught us to hide our masturbation, so the TV remained on.

  My hands were lingering around my tits. That was always how it started. Sometimes I genuinely think I didn’t intend to play with myself at all when it started. My tits are just so damn sensitive I can’t help but touch them when I’m getting ready for bed and that’s when the trouble starts. Nine times out of ten the lights go down and the TV goes on within a few minutes of me even accidentally touching my nipples.

  I moved my one hand down to my pussy and was not surprised to find it soaking wet. Some would call it a sign of promiscuity, but I was glad my body was still revving after all these years. I was a neglected housewife who still had an engine running hot, and my dolt of a husband didn’t want to have anything to do with me. All things considered I would rather be having sex with him, but I knew he was downstairs watching whatever God awful sport that was taking husbands away from their wives right now.

  The truth was I knew that even if he came to bed he was not likely to touch me. If I forced the issue he would let me blow him or he would give me a mercy fuck I suppose, but I couldn’t expect much more than that. The last time he had voluntarily made a comment about my body it had been to tell me I could stand to lose a few pounds, and since then he had hardly touched me. So I had resigned myself to my own little ritual of pleasuring myself each evening.

  I knew that I was not the skinny rail of a girl that he had dated in college. I knew that I had put on at least a couple of pounds over the years that we had been married. The irony was for every one of my pounds he had probably put on five. And I also knew that men still looked at me in a way that told me the pounds didn’t matter. Every day I caught men looking at me in a way that told me I could fuck any one of them if I wanted, even if my husband didn’t want to fuck me.

  I realized that my hand had taken on a life of its own and had started stroking me harder. I only realized because the hand that was still on my breast was now touching a nipple that was fully extended. I returned my thoughts to the hand between my legs and I let it strum harder. I listened to the wetness and then my mind started wandering just a little bit more.

  I knew that men still looked at me and thought about fucking me. But it wasn’t just any man that I thought about when I had my hand on my pussy late at night. And the man occupying my thoughts recently certainly wasn’t my husband, the hypocritical prick. There was only one man I thought about when I climaxed every night, and that man was Evan Bradley.

  He had been my boss for the last twelve months but I had only really started to know him recently. He was a corporate tycoon and certainly a man that could have anything he wanted. I knew that recently his personal life had been compromised and he was particularly vulnerable. And I also knew that he was one of the men that would look at me in a way that told me he was maybe interested in just a little bit more.

  I felt my breathing start to quicken as it did every night when I started to think about Evan. This night was different though. This was the night before I would attempt to make it more than a sexual fantasy. I thought about what it would be like to have Evan Bradley fucking me and my hands started moving faster. And then the rational side of me took over as I hashed out the last part of my plan.

  I was still a married woman, even if my husband was downstairs wanting nothing to do with me. In my mind I couldn’t knowingly approach Evan Bradley with the offer of an affair – that would be wrong. But if he were to order me to do his bidding, I could not protest - he was my boss and I was his employee. He could tell me to do whatever he wanted, I thought as my back started to arch. I started rubbing faster and pushed myself over that delicious edge.

  And I would have to do whatever he told me.

  Chapter 1

  “Good Afternoon Jenni
fer” Evan Bradley said.

  He had glanced briefly at me when he said it. He had been walking towards his office door and was scrolling through the messages on his phone. He had looked up at me partly out of courtesy and partly to navigate his way past my desk. But his eyes had stopped and lingered on me for the briefest of moments, letting me know I had achieved my objective. He smiled and nodded at me and a moment later was behind the closed door to his office.

  I had returned the greeting to him but that wasn’t what had stopped him. I had dressed in the most provocative of my business outfits. In truth it was probably borderline appropriate in every other office across the country that served C level businessman and did not deal with the adult industry. It was the perfect outfit for what I had in mind for today though, and the fact that it gave him a momentary pause was enough to confirm to me that it was appropriate.

  I was wearing a top that was tight and was especially low cut. My husband had been right that I had put on a pound or two since college, but that wasn’t altogether bad. Part of that weight was proportioned in my chest and it had never failed to get men’s attention. I could usually draw second glances when I had a tight top that covered me completely. Today I had gone the extra mile and worn a tight top with a plunging neckline.

  It was well past lunch on a Thursday when he had come into the office. Thursday, like most days of the week, I would not expect to see him in the office. His schedule was hectic enough that I usually corresponding with him via email, or cell phone is something was especially urgent. But I knew his schedule and I had known he would be in today. I knew he had business to take care of – the same business that I knew had made him vulnerable over the last several months.

  I knew that Evan had been in the midst of a divorce from his spoiled bitch of a wife. I had watched the drama unfold slowly from the moment I had started working for him. I had only met her on two occasions since working for him and knew in my heart divorcing her was the best thing that he could do. She had struck me as a spoiled trophy wife, but I knew on the other side of that oak office door the man I had masturbating about was quietly suffering from the trouble his bitch wife was putting him through.

  I waited until it was late in the day before I rose to approach his office door. I thought one last time of my own husband, and how he had not touched my body in months. I thought about Evan, walking past my office in his thousand dollar suit. I did one last check of my outfit and I knocked on his oak door.

  Chapter 2

  “Yes?” I heard his voice say from the other side of the door.

  I opened the heavy door and peaked in my head. I knew he had not been on the phone because I could see from the phone on my own desk that his extension had been unused. But I still needed to give him that first glance to gauge his reaction. I saw him look up from the paperwork on his desk as he offered me a half smile.

  “Hello Jennifer” he said. “What can I do for you?”

  I knew him well enough by now to know the half smile and the tone of his voice were as good an indicator as any that he was in a good mood. I also caught his eyes drift ever so subtly to my neckline as I stooped inside his office and closed his door which gave me the last minute confidence boost I needed.

  “Mr. Bradley” I said to him, “I just need you for a minute.”

  That wasn’t true – I needed him for about thirty minutes, or an hour if he wanted to take his time.

  I came closer to the desk and watched his eyes do a quick inventory of my body. It was a compliment far greater than anything he could have given me verbally. He had been in the thick of his divorce for at least six months now so I knew that his bitch wife had surely cut him off. I watched him raise his eyes back above my neckline as I chose my words carefully.

  “I feel very badly about everything you’re going through” I started. “I know that this must be a very difficult time for you and I just wanted to let you know that I’m here for anything you need. If there’s anything at all I can do for you, all you need to do is ask. Anything at all.”

  I stepped in closer as I said it and watched him as he considered me. He was more handsome up close than he had even been from ten feet away. I suspected I had gotten my message across to him but he was a powerful man who was not going to make a mistake even if my intention had been obvious. I knew I needed to lob a follow up innuendo at him to make myself perfectly clear.

  “Just to be clear” I told him, “I’m a married woman sir, and I don’t intend on leaving my husband, even if he is leaving me completely unsatisfied in my marriage. But I want to help you through what must be a very difficult time for you, and am willing to do anything you ask of me.”

  He had leaned back in his chair and was studying me as I propositioned him a second time. I let my fingers wander down to the neckline of my blouse and was fingering the fabric while I looked at him waiting. It seemed like an eternity and I was starting to think I had made an extremely poor judgment call. And then he spoke.

  “Like, for example” he said, “If I asked you to give me a blowjob?”

  Bingo!

  “Yes sir” I told him and immediately came around the desk.

  I dropped to my knees in front of his chair and my hands flew to the waistband of his pants. I reached for his belt and his zipper at the same time and I fumbled over myself. I took a deep breath and started with the buckle first and a moment later I had his pants undone. I sat up and hoisted them down his body and stopped when I had them around his ankles.

  He was wearing a pair of expensive silk briefs that were still clinging to his tight lower body. I leaned in to remove them and could smell his scent mixed with his expensive cologne. I ran my hands over the silk and could feel his huge bulge as I hooked my hands into his waistband. I need to lift the briefs up and over his huge bulge in order to slide them down and I was then rewarded with the most beautiful cock I had seen in years.

  His cock was three quarters erect and already bigger than my own husband’s dick. I wrapped my hand around it and marveled at its size as I gripped my fingers around it. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around him and started to suck on him while I listened to him moan. I pumped my hand up and down his shaft and wanted nothing more in that minute than to please him. I lifted my mouth off of his hardening cock just for a moment just to say two words to him.

  “Tell me” I told him, and I knew it would be the last direction that I ever needed to give him.

  I heard him moan again while he considered what I just said to him. Then he got it. He started to speak to me again and I knew he understood.

  “Oh you like that?” he said as I continued sucking on his hard cock.

  He had gotten fully hard and the size of his immense prick thrilled me. I sucked on it mercilessly but I had stopped thinking about pleasing him orally. As I sucked his stiff member I started thinking about how it would feel in my sopping wet pussy. It was the same thing I had thought about all those nights as I masturbated, and now I had him in my hands.

  “Suck that cock” Evan said, and it sent a spark through me that ignited my pussy. “Suck my fat cock and make me cum.”

  He understood

  I moaned my acknowledgement and started sucking faster. I started pumping his gorgeous prick more emphatically and wanted to please him more. I wanted him to tell me what to do.

  I wanted to serve him.

  I knew somewhere my husband was working and not thinking in the least bit about my body. Even if we were home he wouldn’t give me a second look. I was sucking on Evan’s cock with all the lust that had been bottled up in me for years now.

  And I wanted him to take me.

  I felt him lean forward as I continued working his huge cock and a moment later I felt his cool hands inside of my blouse. It was low cut enough that he didn’t have to travel far and I only had to wait the briefest of moments before I felt him handling my big tits. Any part of my pussy that hadn’t been wet before was drenched now as I felt his firm hands kneading me. I pa
used a moment from blowing him to moan before I resumed.

  “Yeah you like that don’t you” he said in a voice that was tainted with the sexual tension I was giving him. “You like it when I play with your big fucking tits.”

  The dirty talk was making it hotter for me. I wanted to fuck him so badly but I could only satisfy him first. I pumped him harder and felt his cock throbbing in my hands as I stroked him. I heard my own moaning as his hands continued squeezing my tits and then he was speaking again.

  “That feels good, doesn’t it Jennifer?” and then he paused. “I’m going to call you Jenny from now on. Jennifer is the name of a woman who is an administrative assistant. Jenny is the name of a little girl who’s naughty and needs to be punished.”

  He tweaked my hard nipples to reinforce his last point and it made me realize how bad I wanted to cum. I nodded my head in response as best as I could and I continued swirling my tongue around the bloated head of his cock. I was savoring the salty taste of his precum and knew that his full load couldn’t be far behind. As if reading my mind I felt him release my tits and lean back in his chair.

  I could feel the tension in his cock and I knew that I was getting to him. The thought that I was bringing this powerful man close to the edge of an orgasm was driving me wild. I pumped him harder as I locked my lips over the tip of his penis and felt his body twitch. Never before had I let my husband cum in my mouth, but there was no way I was going to let Evan cum anywhere else.

  “Oh god” he groaned and I felt the glorious release flood my mouth.

  I continued stroking him as I gulped the warm seed from his beautiful cock. I stroked him at least a half dozen more times until I had milked the last of the orgasm from his balls. He settled back in his seat, spent from the unexpected afternoon delight I had delivered to him. I sat back on my heels and looked up at his handsome face and I said it again as if to punctuate my point.