Date: Fri, 17 Jan 2003 16:07:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Robin Reed <any_mouse2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Peter Principle (Part 4)

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The Peter Principle Part 4

Body and Soul

He was ten minutes late and it nearly killed me. I had cleaned the little
apartment to within an inch of its life. Every surface was fresh and
clean, everything dusted, all the dishes put up. I was dressed exactly as
he told me, which is to say wearing nothing at all. There was a tube of
KY jelly placed by the bed, precisely as instructed. I found the old
travel kit from the one time I was permitted to upgrade on a trip
overseas to Business Class and the little eye cover with the elastic
strap around the back. I put it next to the lubricant.

Then I waited. I was so anxious. It had been a hell of a day after
meeting with Happy Jack. My proud dick wilted fast as I tried to wipe the
semen off my hand. I pretended to be fumbling with my contacts and found
a folded paper napkin under my Starbucks cup on the desk. But I was still
wet as I jammed myself back into my pants and drew up the zipper. I
wondered if he could hear the nylon as it came up and kicked the
wastebasket with the tell-tale pearly drops to the back of kneehole under
my desk and turned my chair around. I grabbed a folder to hold in front
of my crotch and I knew that the dark fabric has a darker moist stain on
the front. I could smell musk in the air as I reached over and opened the
door.

Happy Jack was standing there with his own folders and his eyes were
magnified behind the lenses of his glasses.

"I have some questions about the numbers on the Alaskan Wildlife Refuge"
he said. I sat and looked at him, a little dazed. "You look a little
disoriented, "Rob. I need you to be focused on this. Your annual review
is coming up, and frankly, I need a major push from your branch. Are you
sure you have a steady hand on the tiller?"

I thought about my hand on my tiller and how it felt as Eddie's voice
urged me on to climax. I shuddered a little as I answered meekly. "Yes,
of course, Jack. We will run the numbers again and I'm sure they will
support the conclusions you desire."

Happy Jack looked at me with e gimlet eye. "You are goddamned right you
will, Rob. I am going to guarantee that the Partners get the support they
pay you for. I won't tolerate you cooking the books on this, but I am
confident that you are going to build a compelling position in support of
the Administration's policy of allowing access to the wilderness. You
got me?"

"Yes, Jack. Of course. I'll have the team work it up and have it to you
by close of business today."

"Damn right," he growled and threw the folder down on my desk. I must
have jumped a bit and he smiled grimly. "You need to get a grip, Rob. If
you can't provide the leadership to your branch I can always find
someone who can. You are so wishy-washy sometimes. Pathetic. Be a man."
Happy Jack wheeled on one highly polished heel and was gone down the
hall. I breathed for the first time since he knocked on my door.
Sometimes I really hated the guy. I knew now I was going to have to get
the analysts together and tell them to skew their research, prostitute
themselves and their product and pretend that it was all ethical and
above-board. I hated this job sometimes and wished somehow I was
somewhere else. I wished I could fast-forward to where I hoped to be
later on this evening, on my knees and worshiping Eddie.

I did what I had to do, though I felt dishonest in doing it. The faces of
my young analysts were impassive as I gave them the direction for what
they had to do. I could see what was happening behind the bland façade.
They thought I was telling them to lie, to make lying a career, a way of
life. Just as I had. Until this week.

I could not wait for five o'clock to come and got out of the office at
the earliest possible instant. But I had to check out with Happy Jack. It
was normally awkward, but today it had an urgency that I could not
restrain. He was looking at a folder. Not the one I forwarded. I cleared
my throat, very much the schoolboy in front of him. "Uh, I have an
engagement and I need to go. I'll come in early tomorrow and catch any
corrections you have to the report."

He fixed me with an icy stare. "I wonder about your commitment sometimes,
Rob. If you need to take care of some personal business I think you
should worry about it on the weekends. On your own time. The rest of it
is mine. So I expect to see you in here early. I want a personal briefing
on your approach to the methodology. We have some Partners to make look
good."

"Yes, Jack. Of course. You can count on me."

"You'd better produce, Rob." He fixed me with a gimlet eye and I melted
away. Normally I could let it roll off my back, but sometimes I really
hated Happy Jack. He made me feel inadequate and frustrated and I didn't
know what to do about it. Every time I came up with something witty
enough to gently counter his unreasonable demands I would think of it on
the Metro, hours later.

I didn't think much about him on the way home. I made it thinking of
what I had to do and what I hoped would happen. Eddie said he would be
over at seven, and he wanted me ready for him. I showered quickly and
smoked a cigarette on the balcony in my robe. I opened a bottle of good
quality Merlot to breath and realized I was having a hard time breathing
myself. The hands on the clock seemed to crawl and I wanted to smoke
another cigarette but I was afraid he would catch me outside again. I
locked and unlocked the door to make sure he would have easy access when
he arrived. At precisely 7:10 the doorknob turned and he entered the
room.

I stood facing him, my arms awkwardly at my side. I was a little
embarrassed to stand there naked in front of him, vulnerable, hoping I
met his expectations. He stopped for a moment inside the door, watching
me with his dark eyes. I wanted to melt. Please, please, I thought.
Please want me Eddie. The seconds stretched out and I suddenly remembered
the wine. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry Eddie. Let me get you something to
drink." I had to brush past him to get into the little kitchen off the
entrance. He was wearing the dark windbreaker and a mauve polo shirt and
soft jeans with running shoes. His short black hair was moussed back and
his lips were full and his dark eyes were impassive.

I handed him the long-stemmed glass and he took it gravely. He took a sip
and contemplated it. "Good. Nice, not too fruity." He made a thin smile,
as though naked men gave him wine to judge all the time.

"Can I take your coat?" I stammered.

"Yes, you can. You'll be taking more, too. But that is a start." He put
the glass down on the counter and shrugged off his jacket. I stepped
towards him and took it and he kept coming. With my hands full I did not
know how to respond and he took me in his arms and he pressed his mouth
against mine and he kissed me hard. His tongue probed my wouth and I made
way for him as he penetrated deep. The kiss went on forever and if it had
not been trapped between us the jacket would have fallen to the floor. My
surprise at the soft wet invader turned quickly to joy and I sucked at
his tongue, feeling the velvet texture, delighting as it swept across my
tongue and teeth and gums. At length he released me, holding my upper
arms in his hands, studying my face. "This is a special night, Rob. I'm
glad you listened to what I told you. You are going to be a very happy
man." He smiled in that wolfish predatory way. "I am going to take you
places you don't know, and pass some limits you haven't seen yet. But
you are going to like the journey. Now, hang up the coat."

"Yes, Eddie." I could breath again and I blushed when I realized that I
was fully erect, my cock straining up and away from my belly. He looked
at me with those incredible eyes and they flowed down to my waist. He
reached out and brushed the head of my cock with his nails, raking it. It
was like an electric shock. He traced a vein down to the base and then
took my balls in his hand and gently squeezed, pulling down on my
scrotum. I gasped at the pressure, pleased and alarmed. Then the pressure
eased. He dropped my balls and picked up his wineglass again. "The coat,
Rob." I blushed again and walked to the closet, carefully hanging it at
the front. When I turned he was facing me, watching with a grin.

"OK" he said. "I can see that you are glad to see me. Now let me get to
know a little about you. Come on." He walked through the door to the left
and into my bedroom. I had carefully made the bed and the comforter and
decorative pillows were illuminated by the lamp on the side table. Was he
going to take me now? I quivered as I followed him. He took my hand and
looked into my eyes and I got lost in them. He kissed me again, quickly,
and then said brusquely : "OK, on the bed. Hands and knees."

I swallowed and complied, kneeling on the side nearest to him. Then I
lowered myself on my arms and I could feel my cock brush my stomach it
was so rigid. I waited for him to act, wondering what he wanted me to do.
He moved slowly until he was next to me. He ran his hands through my hair
and stroked my face. He traced the line of my neck and throat. Then he
placed his hands on my back, tracing the muscles down from my shoulders,
firmly kneading them to the place in the small of my back where they all
joined. He stroked me, probing, tracing. It was both relaxing and making
me so excited I began to shiver.

"There, now, Rob. I am just getting to know you. Be still." I lowered my
head as he caressed the cheeks of my ass, and explored my legs. He traced
a finger on the soles of my feet, exposed. It tickled. "Be still" he said
again, firmly. I did my best not to react, raising my head, looking
straight ahead, letting him do what he wished. He reached under me and
cupped my balls, then slowly increasing the pressure on them until I
gasped in pain. He maintained the pressure. "Now just be still, Rob. I
intend to have you, body and soul, and you will just have to get used to
my ways if you want me. You do want me, don't you?"

"Yes" I breathed "Yes, Eddie." The pressure slowly eased. Then he smacked
me hard across the butt. The sound was like a thunderclap, done just
right to catch the air between his hand and my unprotected skin. I
gasped. He hit me again on the other cheek. My skin felt warm under the
blows. And then he smacked me again and again, violent but controlled. I
didn't think I could get harder but as my skin warmed under his hand I
could feel my erection pressing hard against my belly and I knew the
pre-cum was oozing richly. "See?" said Eddie. He stopped the blows and I
turned my head to look around. He caught me with both hands "No, just
look ahead, Rob. Be still." His voice was soft but firm. I looked ahead
and my arms began to shake. I heard the zipper on his jeans come down,
and thump-thump as he kicked off his shoes. Then the rustle as he pulled
the jeans off and the snap of the elastic on his briefs as he shed them.
Then he placed his hands on my head again and told me to turn and face
him. I scooted my legs around and came face to face with his massive
cock. He was still wearing his shirt and his cock protruded from beneath
the hem. He was almost fully stiff, and though I had already tasted him,
it had been dark in the Lexus and I had not caught the magnificent sight
of him.

The glow of the map made me gasp again. He was a full eight inches long
and he was massively thick. He was cut and the skin behind the glans was
wrinkled like a turtleneck. He seemed to get thicker as his penis ran
back to the base and his balls hung in a loose sack of skin, clearly
defined. He waved his penis in my face and I had to move my head to catch
it. I licked hungrily and moisten him. When he was wet he plunged deep
into my throat, lodging himself past my tonsils he held it there, his
hands on my ears. I couldn't breath and wanted to gag. He held me for
perhaps a minute, my nose resting against his stomach, his pubic hairs
wiry against my forehead. I seemed like eternity. Then withdrew a bit.
"I'm going to fuck you face for a while, Rob. I want to get me nice and
slick with your saliva." He pulled back and concentrated on the glans,
working it in and out across my palate and lips. I closed my eyes and
began understand his need and his rhythm. His smell was powerful and I
began to taste his rising passion. I hope he was going to come in my
mouth. I wanted him to flood me, to gobble it down.

Suddenly his hips stopped and he held my face to him. "Rob, you have to
know that whatever we do, you can always stop it. I don't want to hurt
you, but I am going to show you how far beyond your limits you can go
before we are done. But remember you can always just say `No.' Once,
anyway. Do you understand?" I could not speak with him buried in me and
all I could do was nod, making his cock move in the back of my mouth.
"Good," he said. "That is settled. Now turn around." He pulled out of my
mouth and I lunged for it, still wanting the salty taste of him. He
cuffed the back of my head. "You greedy bitch. Turn around."

I said nothing, eager to please him. I moved on my hands and kneed until
my back was toward him, my ass just at his waist level, perfect for him.
He swatted me again, and then began a steady rain of them, left to right
and right to left. The initial pain began to blur into a warmth that was
positively intoxicating. Then he stopped and I heard him clear his throat
and a warm wad of spit dropped on to the very top of my ass crack. It ran
down between my cheeks and I heard him fumbled with something from the
bedside table. Then I felt something cool and slippery probing my canyon
and he found my anus. One finger first, deep to the wrist. He moved it in
exploration, feeling for my prostate. I felt a sudden urge to urinate and
clenched my sphincter on his finger. Feeling the resistance he forced
another finger inside me and began to move them in and out,
finger-fucking me. I felt the resistance fade, opening to him. Then it
was three fingers and he was pushing them deep inside. I felt the warmth
from my flaming cheeks move inside me and a fire begin to grow in my
bowels. I couldn't stand my position and dropped to my chest, my cheek
to the comforter and my arms stretched out in front of me. My ass was now
positioned perfectly for him and he pulled his fingers out of me and I
felt the tip of his cock against my rosebud. He began to push against me.
I tried to yeild but it was so thick. It hurt, but I had to have him in
me, make him as much a prisoner to me as I was to him.

I pressed back against him and there was a sharp stab as his glans forced
its way through my sphincter, stretching me. It was alarmingly big and I
was afraid I could not take him all the way. I almost tried to pull away
but he seemed to feel my panic and was firm but gentle, slowly pulling
back and letting more spit drip down on our joining. He pressed forward
again, gaining another inch before pulling back, pitting and pushing
again. He repeated with insistent pressure until I could feel his thighs
against mine, his balls resting against my ass. I was so full I thought I
might burst. He rested there for moment, letting me open fully to him.
And then it began, the thrusting against me, harder and harder, until he
would withdraw almost to the tip and then plunge into me violently,
slamming my face into the comforter. His cock head racked across my
prostate and I began to shudder and I realized I was going to shoot my
load without ever having touched my penis. I began to shudder as he drove
into me and I felt the load of semen rising up in me. I must have groaned
in the delicious fullness and his thrusting suddenly ceased. He suddenly
pulled out of me and I felt a void so vast that I thought it could never
be filled again. "Eddie" I moaned. "Eddie...."

I heard the soft slap of his hand on his cock and then a grunt and then I
felt him come, spreading spurts of warm viscous liquid across my back. He
must have shot six or seven heavy ropes of come across my skin, and I
felt it begin to trickle down my back toward my neck. Eddie took his
strong hands and began to smooth his orgasm into my skin, making me his.
He took one hand and brought it to my mouth, my head sideways on the bed.
I licked his palm, tasting his acrid sweetness, and then I licked each of
his fingers, one by one. He took hold of my arm, bringing me back up on
hands and knees and dragging me back to face him. "Now you are mine, Rob.
Body and soul. I've marked my territory. Clean me up, Rob."

I gazed at him and smelled the rich fecund smell of our lovemaking. His
cock was softening but still huge. I took him in my mouth again and felt
the slime of the lube and the taste of my ass and his come all mingled
and I sucked and lapped him until he was as clean as a whistle. He looked
down on me and his dark eyes twinkled. "You are a fine cock sucker, Rob.
But I don't think you can get me hard again. If you did I might consider
coming inside you." I ran my tongue again over his wonderful piece of
meat, glorying his maleness and in my role in pleasing him. I took the
bet, thinking I could get him hard with enough saliva and enthusiasm.

Later, as Eddie was slamming me into the comforter, he began to tell me
how we were going to fix Happy Jack's little red wagon. I didn't really
care at the moment. Eddie made me cum three times before the night was
over. I was going to be crusty all over. For now I had all the Eddie I
needed and tomorrow could take care of itself.