Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2006 17:39:35 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: MY WOMAN'S LOVER-11

 As was expected, working around an office full of men that didn't know I
was the one blowing them at Larry's office bachelor party, was quite
unnerving. All day I had to hear comments of how good the "whore" Dan
hired was at sucking dick. Many of the guys bragged about how well she
deep throated them, and took their loads. Many of them were extremely
excited about cumming in "her" mouth and down her throat. Some claimed to
have gone back again and again, fucking her (my) mouth several times that
night before their were completely satisfied that their balls were empty.
A couple of them were hoping to hear from her as they had slipped their
phone numbers into the booth through the glory hole. As each guy spoke to
me personally or in groups, I couldn't help from recalling how their
dicks looked. How they may have curved, who had foreskin, or how sweet or
bitter their cum tasted. I noticed more than a couple of them had hardons
while discussing the party, their peckers pushing out the front of their
trousers as they went into vivid detail of what they did to the poor
"girl" in the booth, not knowing that I was well versed in what they
could do.

"Dan said he'll get the girl to perform for us again at the next
bachelor's party." said someone in passing as I made my way to my office.
"Gotta get one of these single guys married quick!" he joked.
 'Next bachelor's party?' -I thought, how long was he planning on holding
this over my head? I reached my office more steamed than ever. Dan
obviously meant me no good. Not only was he humiliating me at home,
turning me into his own private bitch in the absents of D-Money, but now
he was fucking with my lively-hood. My JOB! If Dirk, Larry, mr Ross, or
any of the other guys ever found out that I was the "cocksucker" at that
party, my career would be over! Why was he doing this? Why was he putting
me at such a risk?

 That question pondered me all day as I watched Dan beam at every
compliment he got. His annoying smirk never left his smug face as men
begged him to set them up with "that girl" again, or thanked him over and
over for a job well done. During a briefing with mr Ross himself, I
over-heard Ross pat Dan on the back and invite him down to the CLUB (an
exclusive club all the board-members and higher execs belonged to). On
the way out of the conference room, Ross whispered to me; "Great party
you missed Smith, hope whatever you were doing that was more important,
was worth it."

"What's the problem, now?" asked Dan during a lunch break at my favorite
restaurant.

"You know damn well what 'the problem' is, Dan!" I snapped, trying to
keep my voice down.
 We were seated in a well known Italian restaurant. We'd been coming
there for lunch for years, depending on our schedules and a taste for
other restaurants. Dan choose a booth setting this time, saying he wanted
the room to spread out. I took no suspicions in this and agreed, hoping
to talk to him before going back to work.

"I'm tired of being your bitch!" I whispered loud enough for him to hear.
"Now not only are YOU fucking me, but you've got every guy on the job in
on it!"

"Relax..." he chuckled with amusement. "...no one knows. Yet."

"And what's THAT supposed to mean?" I asked in panic.

"Nothing! Why can't we just have a nice lunch and forget about what's
happened? What's past is past." he said, stuffing his mouth with a big
spicy meatball.

"You seem to take great pride in humiliating me. Making me do lewd
things." I said, hardly touching my own dish. "You get off on it!"

"And so do you! You LOVE it when I so-called "make you" suck dick, and
take it up the ass! I've watched you get hardons with big dicks shoved up
your butt, and cum drooling from your lips! So don't try to play that
innocent role with me!" remarked Dan, wiping the spaghetti sauce from his
mouth with his cloth napkin. "I know you TOO WELL! I KNOW what you want!
What you like! And how you like it! Money knew too, that's why he dropped
you off on my door step!"

"You don't know shit about me if you think that freaky sex is all I'm
about!" I defended. "I was married, once! I have a son! I'm a father! I
was the first black man to work at this office, well before YOU came
along and...!"

"And you like to be FORCED and coerced into degrading sexual encounters!"
finished Dan, shutting me up as I looked around the usually packed
restaurant to make sure our conversation was still private. "When Money
told me how submissive you were, I thought he was lying. I was ready to
have his ass tossed out of my office! But then you came barging in
unannounced, and proved everything he told me was true." He leaned in
closely, "You're nothing but a PUSSY! A place for men to lay their dicks!
You know it, and I know it. You Love dick down your throat, whenever and
however you can get it! That's what's so amazing about you. Even my
ex-wives had limits! They said "NO" every now and then, -and meant it!
But YOU, one nudge of my dick, ANY DICK, and you fold open like an
automatic door! You're a whore at heart! And you need a REAL MAN to keep
your sorry ass in check! I wonder what that SON of yours would think if
he ever saw you in action!"

"Fuck you, Daniel!" was all I could say in response. My son was my world.
I would never want him to know what hideous things I was going through!
 Just then the young Italian waiter came to our table.

"Is everything to your liking, gentlemen?" he asked politely.

"Yes." smiled Dan, broadly.

"Would you like to see a dessert menu?" he added with a smile.

"Oh, uh...I'm skipping dessert..." said Dan, "...but my friend here's
about to have his any minute."
 The waiter looked confused, as did I.

"Then I'll be back with your bill." he said as he walked away.
 Before I could even ask what Dan meant by that comment, he pulled my
hand under the table and onto his hardon.

"What the hell...?!!" I snapped, looking around in blush.

"Your dessert's here. Eat it." he commanded, flatly.

"You're out of your mind!" I whispered loudly. "I'm not sucking your dick
in no crowded restaurant!"

"It's a booth. It's off to the side. It's not like we're in the center of
the room." he reasoned. "If you sink down slowly, no one'll notice."

"Fuck no!" I said, trying to remove my hand which he had locked around
his dick. He moved my wrist up and down, making me stroke him.

"Come on...I've always wanted to get sucked off in a restaurant. And you
KNOW you want it." he said, removing his hold on my wrist as I continued
to stroke him voluntarily. "Let me feel those lips on my dick before we
leave here. I got a nice BIG load saved up for you too. It won't take
long, I promise." he smooth talked, pulling me closer by my arm.
 I found myself being drawn towards him. I kept my eyes on the other
customers, making sure no one was looking in our direction. All that sex
talk at work, and seeing my co-workers hardon pressing out their crotches
had done it toll on me earlier as I relived every blow job while talking
to them. Dan's dick was so hard, nearly throbbing, just inches away under
the table. Who would know if I went down and gave him a few quick licks?

 I gave one last look around the room, then ducked down under the long
table cloth which covered nearly to the floor. I felt Dan's hand touch
the back of my head as I took him into my mouth to fore feel his fantasy.
I didn't have much room to work in, as my head was smashed at the bottom
of the table top. I had to bend his dick downward to get it into my
mouth, which I started sucking promptly.

"Oh shit....you're doing it..." he whispered, getting himself into a more
comfortable position. He pulled me in by the back of my head, making me
take most of his dick into my mouth and throat. "You know how I like it."
he whispered. "Take it deep."
 I swallowed as much of his dick as I could under the circumstances,
taking about half as much as I usually do comfortably. His dick was like
a steel bar, my lips slid up and down the shaft as my throat opened to
take him in. Dan was pulling me onto his rod further and further. I
started to gag, making choking sounds as his manhood bent into the back
of my throat forcibly. I felt his dick swell, then felt his cum pour out
like water from a hose. Most went awkwardly down my throat, making me
choke again, while the rest easily filled my mouth like Tapioca pudding.
I felt Dan's grip on my head relax as I took his cream. I swallowed every
thing he gave me, then sucked and kissed the tip from any remains. Once I
saw him tucking his piece away, I began to climb back up into my booth
seat. To my utter shock, the waiter was standing there holding the lunch
ticket in his hand.

"Did monsieur enjoy his dessert?" he asked arrogantly as I blushed and
licked my lips for any lost sauce.

"He always does." answered Dan, taking the bill. I couldn't help but
notice how the waiter lingered at our table. The front of his tight black
slacks was starting to show a definite bulge. "I think he wants a tip."
whispered Dan, handing him his credit card. I reached for my wallet and
handed him a twenty dollar bill. He seemed to linger a moment still, then
quickly walked off to handle the check. "I don't think that's the kind of
tip he wanted." joked Dan, as we got up from the booth.
 I was deeply embarrassed and ashamed. I had been coming to this
restaurant for years, and now I'd have this reputation over my head. I
knew it was the beginning of the end. Dan retrieved his card at the
register before we left, and the waiter made sure to wink at me on my way
out. Dan and I shared a cab back to the office, where some of the
conversation about the bachelor's party had started to die down. With the
firm taste of Dan cum on my breath, I began to throw myself into work. I
wasn't at it but 10 minutes when I received a phone call from the garage.
I knew who it was. Jimmy.

"Where you been? I've been calling your office for an hour!" yelled the
garage hand.

"I've been busy. I have a lot of work up here." I answered back,
sarcastically.

"Your secretary said you were out to lunch!" countered Jimmy. "I got your
lunch right HERE!" he said. I could just imagine him grabbing a hefty
handful of his thick crotch meat. "Get your ass down here, now! I gotta
load for you!"

"I can't. I just got back from lunch. I have a ton of work..."

"My BALLS don't give a fuck about your work load! They just want to shoot
their own load! Get down here now, or the tape goes to your boss!" CLICK

"uh, Sally...if anyone calls for me, I've gone to run an errand." I
announced into my intercom.

"Yes, sir."
 Quietly I left my office, and made my way down to the parking garage
where Jimmy was probably sitting in his booth, bored, and wanting a blow
job. On the ride down in the elevator I began to think about the things
Daniel said to me at the restaurant, about me being nothing but pussy for
men to put their dicks in. It certainly seemed to be working out that
way. Ever since meeting D-Money, my world had been turned and re-turned
upsidedown. I've had sex by far with more men in the last months than in
my whole lifetime of dating women. I even felt a strange stirring in my
crotch as the elevator reached the basement level.
 Jimmy was in his back office waiting for me, one of his underlings was
handing the gate at the moment. He closed and locked the door behind me,
then pushed me down on my knees the instant we were alone.

"I don't think you understand the concept of our agreement." he said as
he walked towards me, unfastening his pee green jumpsuit. "When I call
for you, you DROP whatever the fuck you're doing, and come straight to
me! I don't wanna hear that you're busy, or you're inna meeting, or
you're onna phone! Remember, I hold the end of your employment in my
hands! So you'd better get on the ball unless you've got another job
lined up!"

"I'm...I'm sorry, it won't happen again, sir." I said, passively.

"Good, cuz I've been thinking of THIS shit all morning..." he groaned,
wrestling his enormous hardon from his fly as he shoved it in my face. I
opened my mouth to let him in, but his dick was so thick that I couldn't
take more than half in my mouth before the corners of my mouth began to
split.

"Take that dick bitch, take it down! Deeper!" he yelled as I strained to
accommodate. After a few exhausting minutes, I pulled back, fisting his
fat tool as I looked up at him.

"Sorry man, but it's too thick. I can't take all of it." I surrendered.
 Jimmy grinned widely.

"Ain't met nobody who can yet. If I do, I think I'll marry them." he
joked, fucking my fist with his hips. I stared at the fat sausage
bursting through my hand, and wondered if I was talented enough to take
him through the back door. After all, Dan claims I'm THAT good.

"How solid are these walls?" I asked, curiously.

"Near sound-proof. Why you ask?" lied Jimmy.

"So the guy sitting out front wouldn't hear you if you were back here
fucking some chick?" I asked.

"No." laughed Jim. "And if he did, he'd probably want seconds! What's on
your mind?"
 I stood up and began to unbuckle my pants. Jimmy stared, his thick dick
standing straight out from his zipper as I turned my back to him and
dropped my pants.

"You take it up the ass too?" he asked, closing the gap between us. I
felt both of his hand kneading my buttock. He squeezed the cheeks, then
pulled them apart to look at the hole. "Oh YEH...you get fucked!" he
sighed, looking at the size of my swollen anal lips, still irritated from
the hard work out Daniel gave them last night and this morning. Before I
was ready, Jimmy was shoving himself inside.

"Wait! Wait! Hold on!" I yelled, feeling my hole stretch.

"What?" asked Jimmy, angrily. He wanted some ass, and he wanted it now.

"You're BIG, remember. Take your time. Ease it in....slowly." I reminded
him.

"Okay, okay. Turn back around." he ordered, pushing my up against a desk
 Once again his dick head touched my anal lips, and began to pry. I tried
to get him to move it slowly back and forth, in and out, until my ass
stretched enough for his enormous rod to enter. But Jimmy wasn't a man
about patients. Once the head was in, he began shove the rest (which was
the fattest part) inside.

"Hey! Wait! Wait!" I yelled, tensing up as he bore forth.

"Shut up, bitch! You're the one who wanted this!" he said, getting a good
grip on my hips and shoulders as he kept shoving his hips forward.
Luckily Dan had dumped a big one in me after we showered, and my insides
were still gooey with his slick sperm, or else Jimmy would've ripped me
to shreds.
 It wasn't easy. I tried holding back my yells, but more than a few
escaped as I felt my anus expand for him. Soon he had the widest part of
his rod stretching me to my limit, forcing its way inside. It was like
being forced on a tree trunk. His penis had to be as thick as a 16oz can
of brew. It might not have been so bad if he weren't so horny and in a
hurry, but he wasn't too interested in being gentle as he pushed the
shaft up into my yawning bowels. Once I felt his knotty pubic hairs
against my ass, I knew I was housing one of the biggest dicks I'd ever
encountered.

"Oh damn! Oh shit! This ass feels fuckin good, man!" he cooed as he
gripped my waist and started to fuck.

"OH, AHH, AHH, AHH, OUCH, OH OH UHH, UHH, AHH, AHH, OH SHIT, AHH, AHH,
DAMN!" I groaned over and over as he worked that thick sausage in and out
of me. Dan had fucked me well over the past months, stretching my ass in
ways I never would've thought possible, but Jimmy's dick was inhuman. The
mere shape was breath-taking, like something out of a 'Believe It Or Not'
magazine. And the fact that I managed to take the whole thing up my ass
was something short of amazing. A testament to Dan words of my natural
submissiveness.

"Yeh! Take all that big dick up your ass, bitch!" grit Jimmy, fucking me
hard. I could hardly catch my breath as the thickest part of his dick
kept my asshole stretched continuously. "Oh, I'm gonna have to have some
of this shit everyday! Damn, this some good mother fuckin ASS, man! I
never would've thought YOU for gettin fucked! But now that I know, I'm
gonna tear this shit up!" he exclaimed, ramming my hole harder.

"OH Shit!" I screamed as I was slammed up against the window dividing the
office from the security booth. I feared we were making too much noise
and was bound to catch the attention on the new young attendant currently
on duty. Despite Jimmy's earlier assurance, I wasn't sure if the new
comer would want seconds, or report us to his superiors.
 I gasped sharply as Jimmy's dick mammoth my hole, unable to determine if
it was just his over sized dick in my bowels or if I was in need of a
bowel movement. I'd never been stretched so widely, from my anal lips
clear up into my colon. It was like having someone's arm shoved inside
me, fucking me relentlessly, without concern for my health or well being
as he worked himself closer to climax. I feared that I had may have
bitten off more than I could chew, especially once Jimmy's partner
appeared in the doorway rubbing his crotch and asking "what's goin on in
here?"

"Sloppy seconds!" was all Jimmy said, as he came violently up my ass,
twisting turning and shouting out loud as he poured his thick potent
fluids into me. I was forced to submit as he drained his dick off in my
ass, then pulled out and started wiping it off with a paper towel. "You
want some of this, or what?" he asked his friend stepping back to give
him a clear view of my battered ass.

"Naw man, not into fuckin dudes. Thought you might've had a girl in here
or somethin." said the young attendant, still nursing a half erection.

"This better than pussy, man. Tighter! Hotter! Look at this shit!"
defended Jimmy, trying to justify fucking me. He pushed my over the desk
top and spread my ass cheeks, exposing my well stretched and fucked
asshole. "Look at this, man! That's PURE PUSSY right there!" he declared.
His friend nodded his head in agreement, his dick stiffening harder in
his jump-suit as he watched my asshole stretch open wetly, gooey with a
mixture of Jimmy's and Dan's cum. "You tellin me you can look at that,
and not want to fuck it?" he asked, taunting his horny friend. "And I've
already got him good and lubed up, all you gotta do is stick your dick
in. He won't complain. No one'll know. Just us."
 That seemed to be all the saleing point the young attendant (whose name
was Len) needed, as he quickly agreed, crossed the room, pulled out his
hefty 7 inch meat, and shoved it easily up my open ass.

"That's it man! Fuck that pussy!" encouraged Jimmy.
 The attendant was no more gentle than Jimmy was. I suppose he wanted to
prove his manhood by showing that he could fuck the shit out of me too,
but after taking Jimmy's beer-can thick dick, taking the attendant's more
normal 7" was much easier.

 Jimmy went back out to the booth to cover for his buddy. The attendant
had me bent over the desk, holding me by the hips as he humped into my
ass. He groaned and grunted, calling me degrading names to remind me that
I am nothing more than a "low-life faggot" to his manhood. It was
apparent I was the first guy he'd ever fucked. And it was also apparent
that he wasn't expecting my ass to feel this good to him. I could hear
the surprise appraisals through his moans. Not surprisingly however, it
didn't take long before he came inside my ass, mixing his seed with
Jimmy's in a series of violent fits. After he came, he slowly pulled out
and tucked his softened dick away, staring me over hard as if to curse me
out. He left without a word as I fastened my clothes. It would hard
trying to keep the dual loads inside after the terrible stretching Jimmy
dished. But I made my way back up to my office floor, cleaning myself as
best I could in the exec's washroom before Dan caught me in my office.

"Lunch was good, how about Chinese tomorrow?" he asked, popping his head
in my office.

"Okay." I answered.