Date: Sun, 2 Apr 2006 17:12:07 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: MY WOMAN'S LOVER-9

 Monday morning, and Dan was driving us into work (as usual) with my head
pressed down between his legs. This was our way of commuting whenever he
didn't have time to fuck me before we left home. He'd pull his big dick
out of his slacks, then push my head down onto it. I'd take his prick
into my mouth and bob my head along in his lap without argument as we
drove the highway, stopping at traffic signals and avoiding near fatal
car accidents as I got him closer to blowing his load. I sucked my lips
up and down his long dick, taking it as deep as I could from the angle I
was in. I felt the SUV come to a stop just as his dick started to
pulsate. I prepared myself for the mouthful of sperm I knew was coming,
knowing I would have to be sure to swallow it all, least I stain our
suits. Dan gripped the steering wheel tightly as his dick started pumping
out thick ropes of fresh salty cum. I caught the heavy seed in my mouth,
waiting for it to finish unloading and hoping it wouldn't overflow. Dan
was still in the mist of cumming when he suddenly rolled down the
driver's side window and greeted the security guard standing post at our
office building.

"Good morning, Jimmy." he said pleasantly, just as he was filling my
mouth with cum.

"Good morning mr Edwards. Nice morning, isn't it?" said the guard with a
smile. The exchange startled me as I gulped down as much of Dan's cum as
possible before spilling it. Jimmy saw my head move under the half open
tented window, and knew by the angle that I was laying in that someone
was in the SUV with Dan, obviously giving him a blow job.
"Is uh...is everything okay, mr Edwards?" he asked, stretching his neck
to see in better.

"Everything's fine, Jim. Have a good day." said Dan, taking off through
the gate with a wink before Jimmy could tell who I was.

"Oh my gosh..." I said, sitting up in a panic. "How much did he see? Do
you think he saw me?" I asked, my wet lips moist from their morning
exercise.

"Who gives a fuck?" said Dan, pulling into his assigned parking spot and
adjusting his pants as he got out of the car.

"I'm serious Dan, if something like this get out, that could be both of
our careers...." I insisted, looking around to make sure we were alone as
I wiped my mouth with a hanky.

"Relax Dave, he didn't see nothing. The security booth is lower than the
SUV, he'd have to be standing up on his tip-toes to see in, and even then
he'd be limited. So relax and chill." was Dan's advice to me. I relaxed,
only because I knew the scandal would hurt him too, so I knew Dan
wouldn't intentionally get us caught. Especially with new promotions that
Dan and I were up for hanging in the balance. It meant more money, more
responsibilities, a bigger office, and a junior partnership. I was the
one most likely to get it, as I had the most time and experience of all
the men in our level. But there was no denying that Dan was the more
aggressive kiss ass of us all. He was a brown nosier who knew how to rub
elbows with the best of them. His brown nosing was sure to make him a
tough contender to beat, but I was prepared to quit my job if that
happened. Dan was already hard to work with after Money told him my
secrets, having him as my boss would make it damn near impossible. There
was no way I was going to let that happen.

 We took the elevators up to our floor. The office was all a buzz with
work. I watched Dan greet everyone with a pleasant smile and a hardy
handshake, just as he used to greet me before our current arrangement. I
still had the taste of him in my mouth when the secretary handed me my
morning cup of java, I grumbled a weak "thanks" and made my way into my
office. I got online to check my email, and started to settle into my
desk to do some work and take my mind off the long hard weekend I endured
because of Dan. Even now my ass was still sore after all the activity it
had. Dan and I used to be good colleagues, now he was my biggest
tormentor. I never knew it was possible to like and loathe someone so
much at the same time. His constant insistence of my sexuality was really
nerve wrecking. I couldn't explain more how I was a healthy heterosexual
before D-Money came into my life. He ruined my relationship with Dedrah,
then turned my life upsidedown after making me his BITCH. Then there was
his drug dealer friends, the ones that burst into my house and raped me,
causing me to have to hide out at Dan's apartment (as if staying there
were any safer). I didn't know how long Money expected me to stay with
Dan, but it was becoming painfully obvious that it was high time I went
back home. Dan was too demanding on me sexually, trying his best to
humble me, humiliate me, and turn me into something I wasn't comfortable
being. The hard part would be trying to leave without him threatening to
spill the beans, but he had just as much to loose as I did, outing me
meant outing himself too, and I was confident that he wouldn't risk that.

 I was an hour into my work when I got a strange phone call from the
parking garage, requesting my presence down in his complex. I hadn't
drove my own car into work since moving in with Dan, so I couldn't
imagine what he wanted from me. When I told him this, he insisted that I
come down, as he had something important to discuss with me. I put my
work on hold, and went back down into the basement garage by way of the
elevator.

"Hey Jimmy, what's up?" I asked as I made my way to the attendant's back
office.

"Hey Dave." he smiled. 'Dave?' What happened to mr Smith?' -I thought to
myself as I watched him sitting behind a row of TV monitors which showed
the security cameras of the whole parking lot. I saw him rewinding one of
the tapes, but didn't think too much of it as I awaiting his reason for
summoning me.

"What can I do for you, Jimmy?" I asked, anxious to get back to work.

"I've noticed you haven't been driving into work lately..," said Jim,
factually.

"uh, no. My, uh...car's been in the shop." I lied, wondering what the big
deal was.

"I've seen you getting a ride from mr Edwards a couple of times." he
said, making goose bumps rise on the back of my neck at the mere mention
of Dan's name.

"Yeah, sometimes..." I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Is that how you got into work this morning? Did Edwards drive you in?"
he asked, his eyes locked onto mine.

"uh, no. I, uh...took transit in." I lied, wondering if he had indeed saw
me sucking Dan's dick this morning.

"Oh, ok." he said, sounding as if he didn't believe me. But it was his
word against mine, there was no way he could prove it.

"Why do you ask?" I asked curiously.

"He drove in today, with a passenger. But I couldn't exactly see who it
was."

"No big deal there, he probably was just giving someone else a ride in."
I said, trying to get the focus off of me.

"Whoever it was, was ducked down in the front seat. I could see their
head bobbing up and down, as if they were...you know, sucking dick or
something."

"No shit?" I said, acting surprised. "So Dan was getting head from some
female co-worker?" I asked, making sure that I was completely eliminated
from the equation.

"He was getting HEAD from a co-worker alright..." said Jimmy, toying with
the buttons on his console. "...but it wasn't by no female!" he insisted,
making me nervous all over again.

"How do you know?" I asked, suspiciously. "You said you didn't see who he
was with."

"Security tapes." said Jimmy, pressing the play button as Dan pulled into
his usual parking spot, and we both got out of the car. And as if that
wasn't enough damage, it was clear to see Dan tucking his big dick back
into his pants as he straightened himself up. All I could do was stare at
the video monitor, hoping I was asleep and having a bad dream.

"It's not what it looks like..." I defended.

"Sure it is. Why else would you've lied about catching a ride in?"

"Please Jimmy..." I found myself begging. "What do you plan to do with
that tape?"

"Depends..." he said casually, sitting back in his chair.

"On what?" I asked.

"How much are you willing to pay for it?"

"How much do you want?"
 Jimmy looked me up and down, staring at my expensive 400 dollar suit and
300 dollar shoes.

"A man like you make good money, I guess, eh? Gotta nice car, a nice
house, nice clothes...what's a few hundred a week to you, right?"

"Yeah, sure man. I'll write you a check." I said, hoping to end this
quickly.

"Naw man, CASH." he said, holding out his hand. I reached into my back
pocket and pulled out my wallet, but Jimmy quickly snatched it from my
hand. He opened it, then scooped out what cash I had inside, -200 dollars
worth. "This'll do, for now." he smiled, stuffing it into his pocket
before handing me back my empty wallet.

"So when can I get the tape?" I asked, even toned. I didn't want Jimmy to
think I was trying to challenge him and his authority.

"Oh, I'm holding onto the tape, how else am I gonna insure you keep
paying?"

"And what guarantee do I have that you won't show that tape to anyone?"

"So long as the money keep coming in, I'd be a fool to blow it. Now
wouldn't I?"
 I guess he had a point. So long as I kept giving him money every week,
he'd keep the tape a secret.

"Okay, Jimmy. We have a deal." I said, turning to walk out of his office.

"Wait. One more thing before you go..." he said, stopping me in my
tracks. I turned back around only to find him unfastening his uniform
pants. "I want some of what Edwards got this morning."

"You can't be serious!" I snapped, watching the bulge in his exposed
underwear swell.

"I'm as serious as a blow job!" grinned Jimmy, stretching his pants out
wide to make room for his meat.

"I won't be black mailed into paying you, AND suck your dick at the same
time!"

"Oh no?" he said, standing up out of his seat and towering over me by a
full 6 inches. "While I have this tape in my possession, I believe you'll
do whatever the fuck I tell your faggot ass to do! And that includes
paying me 200 a week, AND sucking my DICK whenever I feel like it! Or
I'll turn this tape over to the head of security and tell him what I
witnessed in the front seat. Now how bout that, BITCH?!"

 I knew there was no reason to resist, and after the long weekend of
getting fucked by dozens of different men, I saw one more dick as no big
deal. Jimmy looked a little cocky and arrogant when I got down between
his legs without further protest or hesitation. He reached in and pulled
out his fat dick. It was about 8 inches long and really thick, even with
my hand surrounding it, my fingertips didn't touch. I flopped it out into
the open, and covered it instantly with my mouth.

"Damn, you really are into sucking dick, ain't you?" he sighed, feeling
my mouth envelope him.
 I could feel his dick filling in my mouth, stretching my lips wide apart
as I sucked up and down the thickening shaft. He wasn't as long as Dan,
but his dick was really thicker, like a small tree stomp. I knew I
wouldn't be able to take it all the way down, as my lips were already
stretched to the max. I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, taking
the head and about a quarter of shaft as I tried my best to take him
whole. I could smell the musk scent of his crotch and balls, the scent
was strong as it filled my nostrils and made me feel lite headed and
high. Jimmy obviously like the head job I was giving him despite my
enablity to deep throat him. He simply settled back in his seat and
watched as I made a total pig of myself, slobbering and slurping all over
his ultra thick manhood as I tried to get him off in my mouth.

"Yeeeaahhh maaannn, that feels good. How long've you been eating dick
man?" he asked. Why do men always want to ask the dumbest questions when
you're on your knees with your mouth full? Like he really wants to hear
my whole life's story while I'm sucking his piece!
 I knew we didn't have much time to get Jimmy of with my mouth alone (as
anyone could come walking into his office at any minute with a question
or a complaint about their car) when so much of his shaft was going
untouched, so I pulled out all the stops and gave him the best hand job I
knew to compensate for the parts of his dick my throat couldn't stretch
wide enough to reach. I stroked my hand up and down the length of his
spit shinned trunk, following the movements of my mouth in unison. Jimmy
spread his legs wider, relaxing more as he surrendered himself in my
careful hands.

"Aww yeah man, fuck! Suck my dick, man! Yeah! No bitch's ever been able
to take that much! Keep it up dude, you're gonna get your treat in just a
few minutes!" groaned Jimmy.
 'My treat' -I thought, why do men always think cumming in your mouth is
a treat for you? Like eating their cum is some sort of delicacy!

 I bobbed my head and stroked my hand as fast as I could. I needed to get
Jimmy off as quickly as possible, the longer it took to make him cum, the
better my chances were of getting caught. I used the helpful combination
of hand and blow job to massage his thick tool and bathing it in a
healthy supply of spit as I churning his pole as if working a butter
churner. I sucked my way back up to the head and started attacking the
tip, causing his dick to throb uncontrollably. I could easily taste his
pre-cum. Jimmy "ooo'd" and "ahh'd" as I worked him over good. I could
tell by the way he was pulsating, that he was awfully close to losing it.
 5 more minutes of intense work, and I could feel his dick thicken even
more. Before I could pull off, Jimmy grabbed the back of my head and
pushed me down on his dick and started spurting hot gushing cum into my
awaiting mouth. He never warned me that he was cumming, assuming that I
would take his load just as any good dick sucker would. I felt his cum
spitting into my mouth in heavy doses, filling every corner with the
salty tang of his reproductive essence. I drank it all down immediately,
practically without even thinking. Dan and D-Money had obviously trained
me well in that category. Jimmy watched as I drained his dick of every
drop, his salty goo slowly sliding down the interior of my throat as it
warmed stomach and made me queasy all at the same time. His hands relaxed
on my head as I continued to feast. Once his dick finally started to
soften, I removed it from my mouth and stood up.

"Sorry man, but I don't do dick!" he said, noticing the stiffness in my
crotch.

"No problem." I said, licking the last of him from my lips.

"Look...I'm gonna be needing more of that there shit, you know what I
mean?" said Jimmy, tucking his wet dick away sufficiently. "Gets kinda
boring down here day in, day out, with nothing to do but check people in
and out. Maybe you could come down for a visit a couple times a week, to
help a brotha out. Know what I mean?"

"Yes. Yes, I know what you mean."
 And so goes my torment.