Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2023 02:32:24 +0000
From: y.f.n.s.p. <yfnsp@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Better Man Wins Ch 07

The Better Man Wins
  by yfnsp

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Chapter 7  -  A Bright Future


Before lunchtime arrived, I made it a point to tell Mason that I had an
important issue to discuss with him. "Sure," he said, "Why don't you come
at 11:45? That should give us plenty of time before the sandwiches
arrive."

"So what's it all about?" he greeted me with his usual warm smile.

"It's about Mona," I started eagerly, eliciting an immediate frown of
concern from Mason. "She's really great!" I said quickly to dispel any
negative suggestion. "I'm just concerned that my role as COO is going to
step on her toes. I mean, she's too valuable. I would hate to undermine
her authority or make her feel her contributions aren't appreciated."

Mason looked thoughtful. "Yes, that's a good observation," he said. "What
do you propose."

"Well, far be it from me to tell you how to run your company," I said
with an exaggerated obsequiousness that made him chuckle, "but she's been
the de facto COO already, for years now, from what I can tell, and a damn
good one too!" He nodded encouragingly. "She's clearly not just your
administrative assistant, whatever her title is. She's been managing
pretty much all the HR, Finance, and Accounting functions for a long
time. I know the company's growing and you may need to start splitting up
those duties, but I think she's the one that should oversee it, not me."

"Well, then, what's your role supposed to be?" he asked.

"Well... I've given this a lot of thought." I was a little afraid of
sticking my neck out, but this was important to me and I thought he might
see the advantages. So, hoping for the best, I plunged ahead. "I'm really
not comfortable with the idea of managing people any more. I'm worried
that as I'm becoming more passive and submissive, I just wouldn't enjoy
that kind of responsibility." I paused to gauge his reaction before
continuing; he nodded thoughtfully. "Plus, I want a position that leaves
me free to be completely at your disposal, whatever you might need,
whenever you want it." He grinned and raised an eyebrow. "So, I don't
really care what my title is so much as long as my job is being your
personal assistant." I grinned back. "Very personal, if you catch my
drift."

He chuckled. "Personal Cocksucker," he facetiously suggested. "Executive
Ass-licker? Lackey in Chief?"

I laughed dutifully and then continued, "But, seriously, how about Vice
President of Special Projects? It will look good to the staff, right? It
sounds like a more strategic role than Operations. And, it actually could
be, right? It would report directly to the CEO with no reports. So I'd be
free to work on any kind of project you want: research, marketing,
whatever. And, of course, I'd always be available to do your bidding." I
winked lasciviously.

He looked at me askance for a brief moment, making me think I might have
overplayed my hand, but then he smiled genially. "That just might work.
On the face of it, it looks really good. You've clearly thought it
through. I'll have to sleep on it, of course, but... Hey, good, job,
Jack! You may just have made a valuable contribution." He grinned. "I
suppose I should reward you. What would like as a token of my
appreciation?"

I smiled happily. "May I drain your balls, please, sir?" I said as
obsequiously as I knew how.

His response, "On your knees, boy," was music to my ears.

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When I arrived at the office the next morning, Mona was in Mason's
office. I was in a good mood as usual, having enjoyed the start of the
day with Anna in what had become our customary way. Each morning this
week I had brought her coffee in bed and relieved her full bladder,
swallowing her overnight surfeit of urine, enjoying its strong,
concentrated flavor, before licking her to orgasm. Then I made sure she
had a good, nutritious breakfast before we left for work; after all, she
was eating for two. In many ways, we had become more intimate when we
were alone together; the restrictions imposed on our relations seemed to
make us more affectionate - it was like a sexy game to play - and my
servility was a turn-on for us both.

I could hear Mason's deep voice behind his closed door as I passed. I sat
down and idly rearranged the few items on my desk. I didn't feel much
like working, not knowing if Mason had made a decision and uncertain what
I should be doing. It was only a few minutes before my idle thoughts were
interrupted by Mona, tapping on my open door as she entered and closing
the door behind her.

"I understand you're the one responsible for loading all your
responsibilities onto my shoulders," she accused me. Her pretty eyes
twinkled mischievously as she put her hands on her hips in mock
disapprobation.

"Oh!" I said, taken a little off guard. "So Mason told you what he
decided? He hasn't told me yet."

Mona took a chair. "Yes. I'm to be the COO. I don't believe it!" She
beamed with pleasure.

"Believe it, Mona," I said sincerely, "You deserve it. After all, it's
what you're already doing. I just couldn't see taking any of it away from
you." I smiled warmly. "I know I couldn't do it as well as you anyway."

She leaned forward in her chair. "And you didn't think to ask me first?"
she remonstrated. "What gives you the right to waltz in here and start
making wholesale changes without so much as a by your leave?" Her tone
had darkened considerably. "Who do you think you are?" She concluded
menacingly.

I swallowed hard. She sounded genuinely angry. "But, Mona," I protested,
"I just assumed..." I was so aroused by her strength and the prospect of
submitting to her wrath. Would she hurt me again?

"You sure did!" she interrupted. "The unmitigated arrogance! You just
ASSUMED I'd be happy to do all your work for you. You just ASSUMED I
would work my ass off just so you could fuck off? Sure, let Mona take
care of everything so you can be free to be Mason's fucking boy-toy.
Isn't that the real reason?" she demanded angrily. "Fucking faggot!" she
muttered, seemingly to herself. "Well? Isn't it?" she said louder,
renewing her demanding tone. " Answer me, you stupid cocksucker."

"I... uh..." I stammered, "I thought.. that is, Mason and I..."

"Don't you fucking bring Mason into it, faggot," she interrupted again.
"We both know he's much too fine a human being to be a shameless weasel
like you! How dare you!" The menacing spark of righteous indignation in
her expressive eyes was beautiful to behold. I felt a strong urge to
surrender, to throw myself on her mercy.

I hung my head. Meekly, mustering all my best efforts to sound as
respectful and compliant as I could, I confessed. "Yes, ma'am. I only
want to be Mason's personal faggot. I didn't want my work to get in the
way." I looked up to see her reaction.

She was nearly successful hiding her smile, but her beautiful eyes
betrayed her. "You're going to repay me for this betrayal," she said
solemnly. "I thought we had finally come to an understanding yesterday,
but you have proven that you're not to be trusted. I'm going to have to
take stern measures, aren't I? You clearly need a firm hand." She pointed
to the floor in front of her chair. "Come here," she said with steel in
her tone.

I got up and stood before her, excited.

"Down on the floor. Kneel." I knelt at her feet, my head bowed.

"Look at me," she commanded. I obeyed. Her expression was inscrutable.
She stared into my eyes. I felt her power, her strength, so much greater
than mine. I willed it to dominate me.

Suddenly, she raised her arm and slapped me hard across my face. The
'smack' seemed to reverberate around the room, bouncing off the walls as
it echoed through my soul. Pain flooded in when the echo had passed. It
stung, hot and humiliating. I was possessed.

"Thank you, ma'am," I said softly. My gratitude was genuine. My eyes
filled with tears of bliss more than of pain; the swelling of my cock
hurt more than my cheek. I was in thrall to this diminutive goddess.

"That's better" she said coldly. "There may be some hope for you." She
took my chin in her hand, the same hand that had delivered the still
stinging blow. "You do want to be a good boy, don't you?" she asked,
squeezing my jaw to discomfortingly.

"Yes, ma'am," I said in the same quiet tone of reverence.

She released me. "You may kiss my feet."

I bowed my head to the ground, like a Muslim toward Mecca, and I put my
lips to the top of her black patent leather pump. I kissed one shoe, then
the other.

"Take off my shoes." She raised each foot in turn so I could remove its
shoe, revealing small, neat, nylon-clad feet. Although it was mild, I was
aroused by the smell. Unbidden, I took each foot in my hand and kissed it
reverently. I tasted the sweaty nylon and took the liberty of licking the
tops of her dainty toes. I wondered how they would taste and smell at the
end of the day. She sighed. The sound of her contentment emboldened me to
put her toes into my mouth and suck on them. It was delightful.

"Mmmm, yes... That feels good," she murmured, increasing my delight.
"Keep that up and you might give you the chance to taste other things."
She spread her legs. I could see she was wearing pantyhose. Was it an
invitation? I longed to taste her pussy, but I didn't dare presume.
Finally, I had to know.

I decided to ask "Please, ma'am, may I kiss your pussy?" I said while I
switched feet before resuming my toe sucking.

She ignored the question. Her eyes were closed. I ogled her pantied
crotch as I massaged her toes with my tongue, sucking avidly. Their
flavor, though not strong, was discernable apart from the taste of nylon;
it was a tantalizing hint of Mona's essence. I wanted more! I began to
imagine how her pussy might taste, how it would smell... I imagined that
I could smell it, it was palpable, a spicy, tangy musk, so enticing...
Was it just my imagination? Or was there a dark spot forming in the
crotch of her black panties? There was! Her pussy was getting wet!

Suddenly, she jerked her foot away. "That's enough," she said as she
slipped her shoes back on and stood up. Her hip bumped me in her abrupt
rising, knocking me off balance. I almost fell over. "Be careful, little
boy. I can make your life very difficult if I'm not completely satisfied
with your behavior." She stood over me in a posture of superiority. "Do
you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," I responded, aching with longing for her body and her
approbation.

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A couple of hours later, a little before lunch, Mason called me to his
office. "Well, Mona liked your idea. So I'm going to announce her
promotion and your new role tomorrow. We're both glad you suggested it."

"Thanks, Mason. That means a lot to me," I said.

"You want to please her too, don't you?" he posited.

"Yes, she's very exciting. A force of nature." I grinned.

"She told me what happened yesterday. And how you confessed to our little
family secrets," he said somewhat testily.

"She knew most of it already, I swear!" I answered nervously.

"I don't care what she knows; there really aren't any secrets between us.
And she can be trusted with them. But you didn't know that; I don't ever
want to hear of you blabbing about it again, is that clear?"

"Yes, sir. It won't happen again," I spoke with some relief.

"It better not! We have our children to consider. Did you think of that?"

"No, sir," I said, shamed. "It was in the heat of..."

"And another thing," he interrupted, "Did you actually cum?"

'Yes..." I said tentatively.

He shook his head. "That's not good, Jack-o. Not good at all! What would
Anna say if she found out?"

"I don't know," I said. I had thought about it. It had been a betrayal of
Anna's orgasm-denial trail for me. I felt guilty about it.

"Well, Anna doesn't need to know. Just don't let it happen again." He
smiled conspiratorially. "Ready to order lunch?"

While we waited for our sandwich order to arrive, he told me that Mona
had suggested that we could build closets in the wall between our two
offices, with a doorway between them. "So you can come and go and service
me without anyone having to know you're in here," he explained with a
grin.

"That sounds great!" I enthused.

"I've already given Mona the go-ahead. She's going to have it done over a
weekend to minimize the disruption."

I looked at him in admiration. Nothing unusual in that, but the last
couple of weeks had been such a whirlwind and now I suddenly felt that
everything was falling into place perfectly. A sense of contentment
settled on me. I breathed a sigh; calm and happy. And I knew I would soon
have Mason's cock in my mouth!

As if reading my mind, Mason said, "You want to get under the table now?
We don't need to wait for the sandwiches... You can start without me; I
don't mind."

When Mona came in with our sandwiches I was already enjoying a delicious
tube steak. I knew she could see what was going on, but all she said was,
"Your sandwiches are here. Bon appétit."

Later, when I went to see Mona - I had some materials to return to her -
I thanked her for the private door suggestion.

"Just doing my job, ensuring the smooth and efficient operation of the
organization," she replied, her eyes twinkling. "But, there is a way you
can prove your gratitude," she said, rising. She stood in front of her
desk, spread her feet apart, and pointed to the floor in font of her.
"You can worship me."

My pulse raced as I got down on my knees. I was thrilled to see that she
had removed her pantyhose. Her legs were bare, her dark brown skin
glowed. I needed to see what was under her knee-length skirt, but that
would have to wait. I bowed my head and kissed her feet, that is, the
tops of her shoes. Never mind what was up her skirt; just the prospect of
tasting her toes again was intoxicating!

"No! Up here," she ordered, lifting her skirt and exposing a beautifully
trimmed bush of salt-and-pepper curls. I rose up and kissed her there, my
lips pressing into her tight nest, and breathed in her woman-scent. She
spread her legs further and tilted her pelvis forward. I marveled at the
beauty of her black, dusky labia, so dark and mysterious. They parted
slightly as she moved, revealing a glimpse of her hot pink interior. Her
bright red clitoris peeked out from its back hood like a hot ember among
the coals. It all looked so invitingly delicious, like licorice and
cotton candy. I reached out my tongue to feel the contours of her hanging
lips and opened them gently to taste her essence; I was enraptured.

Bending her knees further, she thrust her pelvis forward obscenely.
"Don't fuck around, boy!" she growled huskily. She grabbed two handfuls
of my hair and jammed my face into her fragrant cunt. "Eat me! Make me
cum!"

She humped my face shamelessly as I lapped vigorously at her swollen bud
and slurped her flowing juices. I had no idea a woman of her age - I
guessed her to be at least 60 - could be so wantonly carnal! My face was
wet with her tangy effluence, my caged cock was raging and aching, and
still she held me captive to her crotch, bucking violently against my
mouth, my nose, my chin, as I tried valiantly to stimulate her clit with
rapid oscillations of my servile tongue. Finally, at last (it had
probably been only four or five minutes) she forced my head even harder
into her and she came with a long, soulful groan of pure animal
satisfaction. My face was so deep inside her that I felt the tremors and
spasms of her vaginal walls as she came.

Then she released me and I fell at her feet, clutching at her calves as I
sank to the ground. She calmly straightened her skirt, extricated her
legs from my grasp, and returned to her seat behind the desk. "Your
gratitude is noted. That will be all." she waved me toward the door. I
stood shakily and exited, elated and smelling like wet pussy.

I washed up in the bathroom as well as I could, but when I got home, Anna
detected it. Scowling, she wrinkled her nose. "Why do you smell like
pussy?" she inquisited.

Busted, I thought. "Um... It was Mona," I confessed. "She made me eat her
out," I wheedled, trying to absolve myself.

Anna stared at me. It seemed like a long time before she spoke. When she
did, she sounded cold and analytical; I would have preferred some heat.
"I see. Mona 'made' you?" Her eyes glowered, the only sign of anger
smoldering beneath her icy scorn. "I had almost forgotten what a
disgusting slut you are. How stupid am I, treating you like a husband? I
let you lick my pussy in the morning only to find out you'll stick your
face in someone else's cunt in the afternoon. Have you no shame? That old
woman? You disgust me!"

"But you don't understand! It wasn't..." I attempted a defense.

"Don't," she interrupted. "Don't even start. It's over. No more pussy for
you. Ever! I'm not going to give you the pleasure of even a taste of me.
And you can forget about getting your rocks off too. That cage is staying
on."

Anna was adamant. It seemed our new-found intimacy had come to an end. I
was not invited into her bed; no morning licking and drinking of her
pussy.

The next day at lunch, Mason sensed something was amiss. "Come on,
Jacky-boy, swallow that cock! You're sucking like your hearts not in it,"
he complained when he had finished his sandwich. "I can't sit here all
afternoon; I've got work to do. Get me off!"

I hadn't realized how distracted I was and I felt an immediate pang of
guilt. How could I have allowed my personal problems to divert me from my
most beloved task? I instantly opened my throat and started bobbing and
swallowing to maximize the stimulation of my master's cock; I extended my
tongue to lap his balls on every stroke; I hummed low and deep in my
throat. In less than twenty seconds, I felt the desired results: the
expansion, the pulsations, and the spasms that brought forth gushing
spurts of boiling seed into my grateful throat.

"That's more like it," he sighed contentedly. Then, as he zipped up, he
asked, "Is something the matter? You're not yourself today."

"I'm sorry, Mason," I replied, "I didn't realize it was affecting my
performance." I told him what had happened between Anna and me. He
listened attentively.

"I'll speak to her," he assured me as he dismissed me. "Don't worry, I
can handle it."

When I got home that evening, Anna greeted me warmly. She even
apologized. "Listen, Jack, I think I overreacted last night. I was just
really... I wasn't expecting anything like that. We need to establish
some ground rules so it doesn't happen again." I wondered what Mason had
said to her. She had more to tell me. "I invited Mason over tonight. I'm
going to let him fuck you." She gave me conspiring grin. "Would you like
that?"

"Uh, yeah!" I replied, surprised. "But what if he makes me cum?" I added
cautiously.

"I want you to," she said kindly. "I think you need to cum. I think that
was part of the problem with Mona."

I didn't think so. But I wasn't going to argue!

"Anyway, I like to watch you get fucked. It's such a turn-on!" she added.

I gave her a big hug and thanked her. My arms wrapped around her and I
squeezed one of her splendid ass-cheeks. We kissed, long and
passionately, and I pressed my cock cage into her crotch.

"That's enough of that. C'mon, we have to have supper before Mason comes
over."

That night was fantastic for me. Anna watched Mason fuck me from behind
while she masturbated. It was a long, slow fucking, with powerful, deep
thrusts that teased my prostate mercilessly. When Mason started getting
close to climax, he increased the speed of his thrusts without lessening
either their power or their depth. My prostate began to pulsate wildly,
giving me an incredibly intense orgasm.

Later, after Mason had gone home, Anna and I snuggled in bed. Holding me
in her arms, she whispered, "I do love you, my little cucky. It was so
beautiful watching Mason fuck you. I'm glad you like it too!."

Then she told me what Mason had said to her. "We're in this together," he
had told her, "you, me, AND Jack. Don't forget that he's going to be
raising our children. I know you like to tease him and deny him, but he
needs to be happy in this relationship. You have to realize that the
submissive slut he's become works out really well for us, so you can't
complain when he acts like one. From now on, if you want him punished,
just tell me and I'll have Mona spank him. You can watch."

That's what happened the next day. Anna watched Mona spank me for
worshipping her pussy without Anna's permission. Then, with her
permission, she watched me do it again with my bare ass all aglow. "What
a good little subby you are!" she said.

Nine months later, we became parents for the first, but not the last,
time. And we all lived happily ever after.

THE END