What A Mess: Blackmail

[Sklar]

Crap, he’s right.

“Luckily,” he says, drawing out that word, “I’ve got a solution.”

“What is it?” I ask him.

He gets up and starts to take off his jacket. “You can wear mine,” he says. “We’re about the same size, in the chest.” As he takes off his jacket, I start to take mine off. Then that Intel Officer in me starts that comparison. He’s got a six pack. Damn. I am lean, not defined. Matt is lean, too, although you can see the outline of four abs. He’s got a chest full of hair. I’ve only got a smattering and Matt doesn’t have any,

Fuck. Now, I am comparing everyone to Matt.

My owner.

Fucker is STILL in my head.

“What will your Sgt say when you come back without a shirt?” I ask him.

“My Sgt knows when to keep his mouth shut,” he says with a grin.

“Oh really,” I drawl, with a big grin.

“Yes, really," he drawls back. "Where is your shirt, by the way,” Josh asks, handing me his.

“I put it down my right trouser leg,” I say, as I put his shirt on. Its tight on my chest. So, I’m a little bigger than Josh is. Even my biceps feel too big as his sleeve stretches to accommodate my arms. Both those facts make me feel better.

“Let me have it,” he says.

“What?” I ask dumbly.

“Consider it a trade,” he said. “Give it here.”

I can’t really fault his reasoning. I can’t see Josh as trapping me with my shirt as he has me dead to rights, right now. I undo my pants and let them fall to the floor.

“Whoa,” Jim says. “Rumor mill had you as packing, Jim. Shit, me and my no married/partner policy. Your wife is lucky. How big are you?”

I grab my shirt from around my ankle and hold it up for him. “Nine by five, hard. Limp varies but never smaller than six inches.”

“Jesus, you do make a mess, Jim,” he said, taking it and looking at it before stuffing it in the cargo pocket of his trousers. “You hang soft just as much as I am hard.”

“If I ever need a stand in,” I begin with a smile.

“Don’t look at me,” he laughs. “I’m all bottom. I’d rather have a cock in my ass, than have to top someone.”

“Okay,” I ask, buttoning up my jacket. “How do I look?”

“Better than that porn photo pose you had,” he said, smacking my shoulder.

We head out. I re-lock the door behind us. We make our way to the front door and there is Josh’s ride.

“Do you want us to give you a ride back to the officer?” he asks?

“Sure,” I say, “thank you.”

A few minutes later, they drop me off and I watch them for a few minutes getting smaller in the distance.

Thinking.

I turn around and head in, drop off the keys to the O.I.C. and head out to me car.

I’ve got a lot to think about.

As I get into my Corvette, I sit for a few minutes, thinking. I tend to do that.

I admitted to myself that Matt owns me.

There’s no other way to describe it.

I can’t think of a way to get out of It, short of breaking the law and being sent to jail for life. So far, I have to give him credit. He certainly knows how to flex his power. And his cock, I chuckle.

Crap…really, Jim?

Sigh

He’s got me exactly where he wants me to be.

Controlled by him.

Used by him.

Thinking about him even when he’s not standing before me, as I kneel.

Even after that first orgasm, my thought was if I can make Matt feel that way, too.

I’ve even admitted I like his cum.

Shit, I can see where this is going. I’m going to want to learn how to deep throat him. I’m going to want his cum. I’m going to want to please him.

Fuck, I already do.

Captain Cocksucker, at your service, Sir!

Once I learn how to deep throat him, then what?

He’s already told me he’s going to fuck me.

Lord, that scares me. He’s so very thick!

I sit for a moment.

I’m not worried about his length. It's like, sure, Jim. You can take a five, six, seven inch cock up your ass with no worries. I've thought about this hundreds of times before.

NOT

It’s his width that scares me.

I need to prepare for that day.

I need to do some research on how…

OH MY GOD

I’m already getting ready, it's in my head, for him to fuck me.

It’s there, in my thoughts now. Just like my thought that I am going to get hard in his presence.

Once there, it stays there until activated!

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCKITY FUCK FUCK

Damn it, calm the fuck down.

I’ve been doing nothing but reacting, this entire time.

I start the car and head for him, HOME, still thinking.

Today hasn’t been all that bad, I think.

Yes, he totally proved he owned me, this morning, in bed, in the shower, fuck that was scary.

However, he really proved it, when I stopped the car.

I just reached for his cock.

I could have just driven by him.

Will I drive by him the next time it's just us? Or will I stop, as he will want me to?

Fuck, I already know the answer.

And when he asked me what I wanted to do, I could have just drove off.

I just reached for his cock.

Yeah, I think sarcastically, today hasn’t been bad AT ALL!

However, whenever I think of Char, all that mental turbulence goes away.

She is my calm. I have to keep her at the center of my thoughts.

But he wants to fuck her, Friday.

Two days from today.

I already told him I would make it happen.

How the fuck am I going to make that happen?

What if I fail? What if I can’t make it happen?

Will he take me back to the shower? Oh Lord, I hope not.

I start shaking at that thought.

He actually triggered my terror during waterboarding training. And that happened years ago.

He may not have realized it, but with one piss stream, he broke me.

Just like training did.

But he thinks it was because I thought he was going to fuck me, not the piss/water boarding.

But once I was at work, everything was fine.

It only happened when Char texted me.

The masturbation sessions were because of Char!

The afterthoughts were of Matt!

I stop shaking!

Is that my mental defense?

I can still obey Matt. I can still be his Captain Cocksucker for him. Am I thinking that with pride? Or a longing I never knew was there?

No matter what he does to me, as long as I can keep Char in my thoughts, THAT could be my saving grace.

But there is still Friday.

Crap.

I drive by Matt’s house and I see mine a little further down the road. Was it just here, this morning, that I sucked him off again? Swallowed his cum, while in uniform? In my car?

Yeah, it was.

I like his cum.

Fuck.

I pull into my driveway and see Char’s car in front of the garage.

As I pull up, I see her at the porch. And I recognize who she is talking to.

He’s still in those damned running shorts.

And they are talking to each other!

What’s going on here??

Fuck!

 

[Sklar]

Char turns my way, “Hey, Jim,” she says.

Matt turns to me and says, “Hey Mister Clinton.” He has a different t-shirt on than the one I folded this morning. Mister Clinton? Then it hits me, I told him yesterday, before he started owning, BLACKMAILING, me, that he could call me Jim. Char doesn’t know about that.

Shit, he doesn’t forget a thing.

“Hey, Matt,” say as I step up next to Char and kiss her on the cheek. “You know, Matt, you’re 18 now. You can call me Jim.” I’m standing next to Char, my arm around her waist, Char puts her arm my waist, too. She slightly squeezes it. I look at Matt. He has a slight grin. Is that because he knows I caught he hint?

He’s standing on the steps looking up at us.

He’s got a green t-shirt on and those running shorts. It’s obvious he isn’t wearing any underwear. He is bulging to his right. He’s got his running shoes on, so I presume he is about to start a run.

“What brings you over?” I ask him.

“Mom wanted me to ask Mrs. Clinton, if she could take her to the airport tomorrow morning. Her flight leaves really early to go and see dad,” he says looking at me. Did he just flex his cock slightly under his running shorts?

“Go ahead and tell Lisa I will pick her up at 3:30,” Char says. If it was anyone else, I would have believed that blasé casualness. But, I know my wife. Underneath that casualness, she is turned on.

Then it hits me. 3:30 AM. Crap. I can expect Matt here within minutes of them leaving.

Matt casually scratches his waist, just above his bulge, and by doing that, we both get a better definition of that bulge.

Not that I need it. That fucker has been down my mouth three times already. I know what it looks like! Char squeezes me a little more.

“Okay,” he says as he backs up, turns around and then starts to run. He hangs a right at the end of the driveway and heads back to his house.

“If you don’t take inside and fuck, right now, I’m going to rape you on the front porch,” Char hisses at me.

It’s now obvious, to me, what Char has been worked up about all day. Matt even said he passed her this morning on his run. She must have been seen his package bouncing as he free balled running.

THAT’S what set off the level game, today.

We open the door and step inside. As soon the door is closed, Char pushes me against it and her against me. My arms wrap around her and snake their way down to her ass. Her hands feel my growing cock and squeezes it hard as I flex it against her grip through my trousers. Our tongues fight for dominance.

I lift her up and her legs, instinctively wrap around my waist. She is humping against my body as I walk/stagger, down the hallway to our bedroom. We enter the bedroom and stagger to the bed. She starts taking off her blouse and throwing it on the floor. She kisses me while fumbling with the buttons on my jacket.

I set her down on the bed, “Strip, bitch,” I command her.

“Yes, Sir,” she says, as she starts.

I go to the chair by the window to take off my boots.

The window….

The same window Matt spied on us.

I look out.

Sure as shit, there he is. We make eye contact. He already has his cock out, stroking it with one hand. Not this time, I say to myself. I shake my head and close the window. As I start to draw the drapes, he smacks his cock into his right palm and then points at me with a big grin. I’m sure I am going to pay for that tomorrow morning. But I am with Char, now, and I am not caring about tomorrow.

He stuffs it back into his pants and starts to run.

I turn to look at Char. She is laid on her back, legs spread in my direction, fingering herself.

She is on fire!

I quickly strip my jacket and shirt off. It’s taking too much time to get out of my pants, so I let them drop to my ankles and I shuffle over to her.

I dive right into her pussy and devour it. I suck on her lips, and feel her juices coat my face. I rub her clit with my right hand as my left explores her pussy. She is writhing and moaning. She grabs my ears and pulls me into her twat and I dive willingly as far as I can go and am reward with her scream of pleasure as I am coated, again, with her pussy flow.

My cock is rock hard. Before Char can recover, I pull her up and kiss her deep. I slap her face with my cock. Char feels its hardness and opens her mouth. I place both hands on her head and start to face fuck her. Pull her deep onto my cock. Feel it slide effortlessly into her throat.

She grabs my balls, one in each hand, and starts milking them as she goes up and down on my cock. My hands fall off her head and slap against my legs as that feeling of pleasure starts to wash over me.

She has half of me in her mouth and she squeezes my right ball. She goes down deeper and releases it and squeezes the other one. Every thrust of my hips takes me deeper into her and she is milking my nuts hard.

She is devouring me! And I am not going to last that long if she keeps going.

I grab her head and hold it still as I withdraw from her mouth. My cock is coated with her saliva and throat slime and glistens. I flex it and it bobs up and down in front of her hungry mouth.

I push her back down, grab her ankles and pull her to me. I take my cock and I start to fuck her pussy lips. I saw back and forth over those luscious lips. My cock getting wetter and wetter with her overflow.

“Oh Fuck,” she breaths.

I feel my cock slid up and down.

Up and down

I try to pull her lips over my cock and am rewarded with another blast of her juices.

Then, I pull back all the way. Until my head is at her hole.

I rub it all around that hole.

Teasing it.

Making it want it.

I put the head in.

Then pull it out, make a popping sound.

She jumps a little with I do that.

I put it in there and hold it. Feeling it try to suck it in, but I’m not letting it win. Even though I want it to win. I’m in control here.

I jab it in, she gasps, I pull it back.

I do it again, she gasps, I pull it back.

That wet, warm cave of her hole. Shit, I could stay there forever.

I am at her hole and I put the head back in and keep it there.

I push in a little and hold it there. With my right hand I play with clit. She is playing with her breasts. Such a beautiful sight.

I push in a little more. Hold it there. She is whining now.

“Jim, please, more. More. Don’t hold back, honey.”

I ignore her. I’m in control here. I control her pleasure. I slowly start to move in a circle in her hole. Stretching her. Slowly spiraling in. Stretching her out, like never before.

It’s slow.

It’s warm.

It’s wet.

I don’t know how long it took me to bottom out doing that, but I was rewarded with 2 more blasts from Char.

I sit there, balls deep in my wife’s pussy. Still doing that circling, spiral motion. Then it hits her. Her pussy walls contract.

HARD!

My cock is trapped but that wave is radiating out again. Shit, I feel it race through my body. I feel my body start to pound Char. I hear her scream as her orgasm hits her as I keep fucking her.

I hear my scream as I unload in her. One giant piss rope after another. I lose count after four and I keep pounding on her and she keeps squeezing my cock!

With one last thrust, I go deeper into her than ever and feel that last release as it leaves my cock. That wave or pleasure, slowly draining like a warm bath.

I collapse on Char. Breathing hard.

She weakly wraps her around me. She, too, is breathing hard. I don’t know for how long we held that position, but I had to roll off of her.

I crawl to the headboard. And place my back to it. I spread my legs as far as my trousers will let them spread. Boots still on my feet. My cock is just waving in front of me. I just cradle the base of it as I feel its heat and Char’s juices on it.

I feel powerful! Sated!

Char crawls to me and starts to clean it.

FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK

 

[fitguy1]

Fuck yes!!!!! So hot.

 

[Mikey22]

Fuck yes!!!!! So hot.

Char turns my way, “Hey, Jim,” she says.

Matt turns to me and says, “Hey Mister Clinton.” He has a different t-shirt on than the one I folded this morning. Mister Clinton? Then it hits me, I told him yesterday, before he started owning, BLACKMAILING, me, that he could call me Jim. Char doesn’t know about that.

Shit, he doesn’t forget a thing.

“Hey, Matt,” say as I step up next to Char and kiss her on the cheek. “You know, Matt, you’re 18 now. You can call me Jim.” I’m standing next to Char, my arm around her waist, Char puts her arm my waist, too. She slightly squeezes it. I look at Matt. He has a slight grin. Is that because he knows I caught he hint?

He’s standing on the steps looking up at us.

He’s got a green t-shirt on and those running shorts. It’s obvious he isn’t wearing any underwear. He is bulging to his right. He’s got his running shoes on, so I presume he is about to start a run.

“What brings you over?” I ask him.

“Mom wanted me to ask Mrs. Clinton, if she could take her to the airport tomorrow morning. Her flight leaves really early to go and see dad,” he says looking at me. Did he just flex his cock slightly under his running shorts?

“Go ahead and tell Lisa I will pick her up at 3:30,” Char says. If it was anyone else, I would have believed that blasé casualness. But, I know my wife. Underneath that casualness, she is turned on.

Then it hits me. 3:30 AM. Crap. I can expect Matt here within minutes of them leaving.

Matt casually scratches his waist, just above his bulge, and by doing that, we both get a better definition of that bulge.

Not that I need it. That fucker has been down my mouth three times already. I know what it looks like! Char squeezes me a little more.

“Okay,” he says as he backs up, turns around and then starts to run. He hangs a right at the end of the driveway and heads back to his house.

“If you don’t take inside and fuck, right now, I’m going to rape you on the front porch,” Char hisses at me.

It’s now obvious, to me, what Char has been worked up about all day. Matt even said he passed her this morning on his run. She must have been seen his package bouncing as he free balled running.

THAT’S what set off the level game, today.

We open the door and step inside. As soon the door is closed, Char pushes me against it and her against me. My arms wrap around her and snake their way down to her ass. Her hands feel my growing cock and squeezes it hard as I flex it against her grip through my trousers. Our tongues fight for dominance.

I lift her up and her legs, instinctively wrap around my waist. She is humping against my body as I walk/stagger, down the hallway to our bedroom. We enter the bedroom and stagger to the bed. She starts taking off her blouse and throwing it on the floor. She kisses me while fumbling with the buttons on my jacket.

I set her down on the bed, “Strip, bitch,” I command her.

“Yes, Sir,” she says, as she starts.

I go to the chair by the window to take off my boots.

The window….

The same window Matt spied on us.

I look out.

Sure as shit, there he is. We make eye contact. He already has his cock out, stroking it with one hand. Not this time, I say to myself. I shake my head and close the window. As I start to draw the drapes, he smacks his cock into his right palm and then points at me with a big grin. I’m sure I am going to pay for that tomorrow morning. But I am with Char, now, and I am not caring about tomorrow.

He stuffs it back into his pants and starts to run.

I turn to look at Char. She is laid on her back, legs spread in my direction, fingering herself.

She is on fire!

I quickly strip my jacket and shirt off. It’s taking too much time to get out of my pants, so I let them drop to my ankles and I shuffle over to her.

I dive right into her pussy and devour it. I suck on her lips, and feel her juices coat my face. I rub her clit with my right hand as my left explores her pussy. She is writhing and moaning. She grabs my ears and pulls me into her twat and I dive willingly as far as I can go and am reward with her scream of pleasure as I am coated, again, with her pussy flow.

My cock is rock hard. Before Char can recover, I pull her up and kiss her deep. I slap her face with my cock. Char feels its hardness and opens her mouth. I place both hands on her head and start to face fuck her. Pull her deep onto my cock. Feel it slide effortlessly into her throat.

She grabs my balls, one in each hand, and starts milking them as she goes up and down on my cock. My hands fall off her head and slap against my legs as that feeling of pleasure starts to wash over me.

She has half of me in her mouth and she squeezes my right ball. She goes down deeper and releases it and squeezes the other one. Every thrust of my hips takes me deeper into her and she is milking my nuts hard.

She is devouring me! And I am not going to last that long if she keeps going.

I grab her head and hold it still as I withdraw from her mouth. My cock is coated with her saliva and throat slime and glistens. I flex it and it bobs up and down in front of her hungry mouth.

I push her back down, grab her ankles and pull her to me. I take my cock and I start to fuck her pussy lips. I saw back and forth over those luscious lips. My cock getting wetter and wetter with her overflow.

“Oh Fuck,” she breaths.

I feel my cock slid up and down.

Up and down

I try to pull her lips over my cock and am rewarded with another blast of her juices.

Then, I pull back all the way. Until my head is at her hole.

I rub it all around that hole.

Teasing it.

Making it want it.

I put the head in.

Then pull it out, make a popping sound.

She jumps a little with I do that.

I put it in there and hold it. Feeling it try to suck it in, but I’m not letting it win. Even though I want it to win. I’m in control here.

I jab it in, she gasps, I pull it back.

I do it again, she gasps, I pull it back.

That wet, warm cave of her hole. Shit, I could stay there forever.

I am at her hole and I put the head back in and keep it there.

I push in a little and hold it there. With my right hand I play with clit. She is playing with her breasts. Such a beautiful sight.

I push in a little more. Hold it there. She is whining now.

“Jim, please, more. More. Don’t hold back, honey.”

I ignore her. I’m in control here. I control her pleasure. I slowly start to move in a circle in her hole. Stretching her. Slowly spiraling in. Stretching her out, like never before.

It’s slow.

It’s warm.

It’s wet.

I don’t know how long it took me to bottom out doing that, but I was rewarded with 2 more blasts from Char.

I sit there, balls deep in my wife’s pussy. Still doing that circling, spiral motion. Then it hits her. Her pussy walls contract.

HARD!

My cock is trapped but that wave is radiating out again. Shit, I feel it race through my body. I feel my body start to pound Char. I hear her scream as her orgasm hits her as I keep fucking her.

I hear my scream as I unload in her. One giant piss rope after another. I lose count after four and I keep pounding on her and she keeps squeezing my cock!

With one last thrust, I go deeper into her than ever and feel that last release as it leaves my cock. That wave or pleasure, slowly draining like a warm bath.

I collapse on Char. Breathing hard.

She weakly wraps her around me. She, too, is breathing hard. I don’t know for how long we held that position, but I had to roll off of her.

I crawl to the headboard. And place my back to it. I spread my legs as far as my trousers will let them spread. Boots still on my feet. My cock is just waving in front of me. I just cradle the base of it as I feel its heat and Char’s juices on it.

I feel powerful! Sated!

Char crawls to me and starts to clean it.

FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK

Oh that part was Fucking Awesome!!!

 

[Casper1980]

Well done ;-)

 

[Aaronbucks]

Fantastic update. Rock hard.

 

[fitguy1]

Can’t wait til the three way!! She wants it already!!

 

[laptoper]

Char turns my way, “Hey, Jim,” she says.

Matt turns to me and says, “Hey Mister Clinton.” He has a different t-shirt on than the one I folded this morning. Mister Clinton? Then it hits me, I told him yesterday, before he started owning, BLACKMAILING, me, that he could call me Jim. Char doesn’t know about that.

Shit, he doesn’t forget a thing.

“Hey, Matt,” say as I step up next to Char and kiss her on the cheek. “You know, Matt, you’re 18 now. You can call me Jim.” I’m standing next to Char, my arm around her waist, Char puts her arm my waist, too. She slightly squeezes it. I look at Matt. He has a slight grin. Is that because he knows I caught he hint?

He’s standing on the steps looking up at us.

He’s got a green t-shirt on and those running shorts. It’s obvious he isn’t wearing any underwear. He is bulging to his right. He’s got his running shoes on, so I presume he is about to start a run.

“What brings you over?” I ask him.

“Mom wanted me to ask Mrs. Clinton, if she could take her to the airport tomorrow morning. Her flight leaves really early to go and see dad,” he says looking at me. Did he just flex his cock slightly under his running shorts?

“Go ahead and tell Lisa I will pick her up at 3:30,” Char says. If it was anyone else, I would have believed that blasé casualness. But, I know my wife. Underneath that casualness, she is turned on.

Then it hits me. 3:30 AM. Crap. I can expect Matt here within minutes of them leaving.

Matt casually scratches his waist, just above his bulge, and by doing that, we both get a better definition of that bulge.

Not that I need it. That fucker has been down my mouth three times already. I know what it looks like! Char squeezes me a little more.

“Okay,” he says as he backs up, turns around and then starts to run. He hangs a right at the end of the driveway and heads back to his house.

“If you don’t take inside and fuck, right now, I’m going to rape you on the front porch,” Char hisses at me.

It’s now obvious, to me, what Char has been worked up about all day. Matt even said he passed her this morning on his run. She must have been seen his package bouncing as he free balled running.

THAT’S what set off the level game, today.

We open the door and step inside. As soon the door is closed, Char pushes me against it and her against me. My arms wrap around her and snake their way down to her ass. Her hands feel my growing cock and squeezes it hard as I flex it against her grip through my trousers. Our tongues fight for dominance.

I lift her up and her legs, instinctively wrap around my waist. She is humping against my body as I walk/stagger, down the hallway to our bedroom. We enter the bedroom and stagger to the bed. She starts taking off her blouse and throwing it on the floor. She kisses me while fumbling with the buttons on my jacket.

I set her down on the bed, “Strip, bitch,” I command her.

“Yes, Sir,” she says, as she starts.

I go to the chair by the window to take off my boots.

The window….

The same window Matt spied on us.

I look out.

Sure as shit, there he is. We make eye contact. He already has his cock out, stroking it with one hand. Not this time, I say to myself. I shake my head and close the window. As I start to draw the drapes, he smacks his cock into his right palm and then points at me with a big grin. I’m sure I am going to pay for that tomorrow morning. But I am with Char, now, and I am not caring about tomorrow.

He stuffs it back into his pants and starts to run.

I turn to look at Char. She is laid on her back, legs spread in my direction, fingering herself.

She is on fire!

I quickly strip my jacket and shirt off. It’s taking too much time to get out of my pants, so I let them drop to my ankles and I shuffle over to her.

I dive right into her pussy and devour it. I suck on her lips, and feel her juices coat my face. I rub her clit with my right hand as my left explores her pussy. She is writhing and moaning. She grabs my ears and pulls me into her twat and I dive willingly as far as I can go and am reward with her scream of pleasure as I am coated, again, with her pussy flow.

My cock is rock hard. Before Char can recover, I pull her up and kiss her deep. I slap her face with my cock. Char feels its hardness and opens her mouth. I place both hands on her head and start to face fuck her. Pull her deep onto my cock. Feel it slide effortlessly into her throat.

She grabs my balls, one in each hand, and starts milking them as she goes up and down on my cock. My hands fall off her head and slap against my legs as that feeling of pleasure starts to wash over me.

She has half of me in her mouth and she squeezes my right ball. She goes down deeper and releases it and squeezes the other one. Every thrust of my hips takes me deeper into her and she is milking my nuts hard.

She is devouring me! And I am not going to last that long if she keeps going.

I grab her head and hold it still as I withdraw from her mouth. My cock is coated with her saliva and throat slime and glistens. I flex it and it bobs up and down in front of her hungry mouth.

I push her back down, grab her ankles and pull her to me. I take my cock and I start to fuck her pussy lips. I saw back and forth over those luscious lips. My cock getting wetter and wetter with her overflow.

“Oh Fuck,” she breaths.

I feel my cock slid up and down.

Up and down

I try to pull her lips over my cock and am rewarded with another blast of her juices.

Then, I pull back all the way. Until my head is at her hole.

I rub it all around that hole.

Teasing it.

Making it want it.

I put the head in.

Then pull it out, make a popping sound.

She jumps a little with I do that.

I put it in there and hold it. Feeling it try to suck it in, but I’m not letting it win. Even though I want it to win. I’m in control here.

I jab it in, she gasps, I pull it back.

I do it again, she gasps, I pull it back.

That wet, warm cave of her hole. Shit, I could stay there forever.

I am at her hole and I put the head back in and keep it there.

I push in a little and hold it there. With my right hand I play with clit. She is playing with her breasts. Such a beautiful sight.

I push in a little more. Hold it there. She is whining now.

“Jim, please, more. More. Don’t hold back, honey.”

I ignore her. I’m in control here. I control her pleasure. I slowly start to move in a circle in her hole. Stretching her. Slowly spiraling in. Stretching her out, like never before.

It’s slow.

It’s warm.

It’s wet.

I don’t know how long it took me to bottom out doing that, but I was rewarded with 2 more blasts from Char.

I sit there, balls deep in my wife’s pussy. Still doing that circling, spiral motion. Then it hits her. Her pussy walls contract.

HARD!

My cock is trapped but that wave is radiating out again. Shit, I feel it race through my body. I feel my body start to pound Char. I hear her scream as her orgasm hits her as I keep fucking her.

I hear my scream as I unload in her. One giant piss rope after another. I lose count after four and I keep pounding on her and she keeps squeezing my cock!

With one last thrust, I go deeper into her than ever and feel that last release as it leaves my cock. That wave or pleasure, slowly draining like a warm bath.

I collapse on Char. Breathing hard.

She weakly wraps her around me. She, too, is breathing hard. I don’t know for how long we held that position, but I had to roll off of her.

I crawl to the headboard. And place my back to it. I spread my legs as far as my trousers will let them spread. Boots still on my feet. My cock is just waving in front of me. I just cradle the base of it as I feel its heat and Char’s juices on it.

I feel powerful! Sated!

Char crawls to me and starts to clean it.

FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK

Excellent. Loving this!

 

[Sklar]

As Char is cleaning my cock, she moves her body around, so her ass is facing me, offering it, to me. I absently run a finger up and down her pussy. I hear her breath deepen as she licks my cock clean. I just sit here, back against the headboard, eyes closed, as my wife cleans my cock. My finger stroking her pussy.

I feel sated.

I feel relaxed.

I feel powerful.

I feel like what Matt felt this morning when I was cleaning his cock.

Fuck, he’s still in my mind!

Before I could think more on that, Char asks, “Why is your underwear in your left leg?”

She breaks my train of thought with that question and I start grinning, “Have I got a story to tell you.” I tell her about my reaction from her first message this morning to Josh walking in on me and our talk. By the time I am done telling her, she had snuggled up to me, and was laughing.

“You came three times? And then almost got caught? I wish I could have seen the look on your face,” she laughs. “That must have been priceless. At least he didn’t make you suck his cock to keep your secret.”

“I know!” I say, laughing but it sounds forced to me. But think, I’m sucking Matts’ so he keeps my secret. From you. Crap. I need to change the subject.

“So,” I say as she stops laughing. “Am I wrong to think that it’s Matt that sent you back to the level game?”

“Yes,” she says deeply, as she reaches down to fondle my cock. “I was driving to work and see him in the distance. I kept glancing at him because something looked off. As we got closer to each other, I saw his bulge bouncing around from left to right. It was so big! I had to slow the car down, I was mesmerized by the sight.”

I know what you mean, I think to myself. Remembering his imprint in his pants last night. Good God, it’s really been one day. And I’m already liking his cum. AND I have to find a way to have Char agree to have sex with him, while I am there.

“So,” she continues, drawing my attention back to her. She is stroking my cock now, it’s still in that floppy, hard stage. “I might have been a bit obvious gawking at him as I drove past. But all I could think was he could give you a run for your money. At work, I kept getting more and more turned on. Then I had remembered the level game we played back in college. That’s when I sent you the first text. I tried to concentrate on work, but that big cock, flopping in his shorts, just was in my mind all day, making me hotter and hotter.”

Yeah, I think. At least it was just in your mind. It’s been in my mouth at least three times and I’ve been licking it clean, I don’t know how many times.

“It also got me thinking about our conversation, this morning.” She said, increasing her grip as my cock is getting harder in her expert hand.

“About us being in a rut?” I asked. Not believing where this is going.

“Yeah,” she said. “Last night, today, the sex has been the best it’s been in a long time. But all I could think about, today, was having a three way with him and you. Like we used to, back when we first met in college. The thought wouldn’t leave my mind. I had almost orgasmed at work thinking about it. Then he shows up at the porch, in those same shorts, bulging obscenely and almost orgasmed in front of him, when you pulled up. Do you think he is aware of how big his bulge is?”

Oh, he fucking knows, I think, amazed at my good luck! She already wants a three way with him! But I can’t just agree, right away.

“You want to have a three way with our neighbors 18 year old son?” I asked questioningly.

“I know it sounds odd. We watched him grow up the past 5 years, when they first moved here. But, wow, when did he grow up? If you know what I mean?” She asked me looking me in my eyes.

He fucking grew up last night, when he had me on my knees, gagging on his cock. She grips my cock harder when I have that thought. Man, that does feel nice.

“Sometimes, we just don’t see what’s in front of our face,” I begin, thinking of his hard cock in front of my face, “when we’ve seen it so often. I know I was shocked, when I saw his bulge.”

“Yeah, there he was in front of us on the porch, bulging and scratching,” she said. She thinks today is the first time I saw it. “He did grow up nice,” she said.

Nice, my ass, I think. He’s blackmailing me to be Captain Cocksucker and soon, I’m going to be his Ass Man. Char grips my cock harder. “Mmm, that feels good, Char,” I said.

“I love when you flex your cock in my hand,” she said back to me.

Wait, did I flex my cock because of Char or because I called myself Ass Man. Fuck, now I am thinking about it and I can’t tell!

It’s in my mind.

“So, would you be up for a three way with him?” Char asks.

“Char,” I say, “he’s 18. I could get in trouble for that.”

“Why?” She asks, turning to face me more. “He’s 18. He’s not a minor. There’s nothing wrong with that. He’s old enough to make up his own mind.”

It’s like a light that went off. She’s right! He’s an adult. Well, that’s one worry out of my mind. It’s alcohol that would be the issue.

“So how do we approach him?” I ask. Even though I know he will be here, just after you leave and the first thing he will ask is about the three way.

“We could invite him over for dinner, Friday,” she says. “Then we could take it from there.”

“That,” I say, slowly, thinking about it, “could work.”

“Let’s plan it for 7 PM,” she says, yawning. “Damn, you fucked me so good. I’m going to sleep well, tonight.”

“Going to bed a little early, aren’t you?” I ask, as she stretches.

“I have to take Lisa to the airport at 3:30, remember,” she says sleepily. “Besides, I’m too tired. I haven’t had that many orgasms, so quickly, in a long time.”

“Okay, hon,” I say, kissing her on the top of her head, “get some sleep. I’ll be in the living room getting something to eat.”

I swing my legs off the side of the bed to the right. I reach down and start to untie my boots. I place them by the side of the bed and then take off my trousers.

They badly need to be washed.

Come to think of it, so do I!

I throw my trousers, and Josh’s shirt, into the hamper. I notice a pile of underwear on the floor. It’s the underwear I showed Matt, this morning. They were on the bed, but with all that Char and I did, they all ended up on the floor.

I pick them up, refold them, and put them away. I grab my shorts and walk to the shower.

As I start the shower, I look at myself in the mirror. My face is covered in sweat. My chest still has the dried remains from earlier today. My chest hair is matted in odd ways with it. I look at my cock. I see that I need to shave my groin. I didn’t get a chance this morning, with all that happened.

I reach for my trimming kit. ‘You look like a prepubescent boy,’ His words ring in my head.

FUCK YOU, I say to myself. I like looking this way.

Like a prepubescent boy? I ask myself.

Shaking my head, I clear my thoughts and shave.

Once that is done, I start to lather my body. I can’t believe how easy this fell into place!

Char brought it up!

We did have three way’s when we first started dating. They were hot! Especially because I always dwarfed the other guy.

Even with Matt, I am longer! But he’s thicker.

WAY thicker.

Well, half a loaf.

I turn off the shower and grab a towel. As I dry myself off, I keep thinking about his thick cock.

Thick…

Thick…

Thinking…

Thinking…

Crap, I think as I put on my shorts.

When I was fucking Char and began doing the circles, was that to help prepare her for Matt’s thickness? Fuck, that was a lot of fun and I felt so in control and powerful. But I had never done that before.

Was I doing it for those reasons or to get her ready for Matt?

I even smacked her face with my cock, like he did to me!

Fuck, I felt so powerful doing that!

That’s how he felt, too. I know. I felt it!

He made me eat his ass because of it!

FUCK! I walk out of the bathroom.

I see Char, asleep on the bed.

I’m beginning to fuck like him, now.

Shit, what he does to humiliate me, makes him more powerful. More confident!

And it works.

That’s how I felt doing those same things to Char!

I walk out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen. I grab a glass of water and head over to the couch and sit.

Even leaning up against the headboard.

He did that, too!

And I imitated him!

Imitation is the greatest form of flattery; I had heard once.

FFFUUUCCCKKK

The good news is that I can tell him, tomorrow, that the three way is on!

I feel a sense of relief about that.

Shit, I know, for fact, that relief is real. But is it there because I succeeded in getting the three way to happen? Or is it there because I know that it will make him happy?

Not only is he grooming me for what he wants.

I’m grooming myself for what he wants.

I’m also following his lead when it comes to sex!

All in 24 hours.

Shit.

But do I want to tell him, tomorrow, that it is going to happen? Or wait until Friday?

If I tell him tomorrow, then he is going to expect success every time he tells me to do something. Something like this, realistically, should take a day or two for an answer.

It’s more realistic to tell him Friday that it’s going to happen.

Do I tell him tomorrow and set the bar high for following his orders or do I wait until Friday?

Shit, I don’t know.

Fuck

 

[Mikey22]

Damn good chapter man!

 

[laptoper]

This is such an unexpectedly hot story. I`m loving it!

 

[Aaronbucks]

This is such an unexpectedly hot story. I`m loving it!

Agreed 100%

 

[bas_nl]

You sir, are a legend! Love your story. It's very, very well written. keep up the great work! Looking forward to the next chapters...

 

[cameronian]

LOVING this story

 

[Sklar]

Even though I am in intel, my actual job is called Psychological Operations. Think of it as an elite strike force attached to the intel department. We are well trained for both stealth and frontal assaults. I remember watching on tv, when I was 5, when we invaded Panama to get Manuel Noriega.

He was holed up in a building. And the Army was outside, blasting music, 24 hours a day, to wear him out, psychologically. That was the first time I had heard of the Psy Ops division.

Ok, at age 5, there was a lot of firsts. But that one made an impact on me. I knew that’s what I wanted to do! 30 years later, that’s what I am doing.

There’s a shit ton of things we do. We train alongside the Rangers. We learn survival techniques. Parachuting. Fire Fighting. Infiltration. Interrogation. Many more!

We are the elite!

Some of the things that automatically disqualify someone from being a member of Psy Ops, you can’t snore. You can’t talk in your sleep. No sleep disfunctions, such as sleep walking or eating. You can’t be behind enemy lines, at night, sleeping and then snore so the enemy can find you. You can’t talk in your sleep as if you are captured, they can’t listen to anything you talk about and ask you questions. One of the things that they taught us, is to wake up, without looking like we are awake. No morning stretch, for example. The last thing you want is to be behind enemy lines, sleeping and jolt awake, if there is someone in the camp.

We’re trained to be instantly alert and with nothing to show that we woke up.

As I wake up on the couch, I hear Char moving about, down the hall. I wait a few moments and then get up, myself. I head into the kitchen and start the coffee and break out the bagels. I start to scramble some eggs.

As I am cutting the bagel in two, I hear her coming down the hallway.

“Good morning, stud,” she says, coming up behind me, giving me a hug and moving her hands down into my shorts. “That was amazing,” she says as she squeezes it with both hands.

“Not as amazing as you,” I say, as I flex my cock in her hands, it’s getting longer and thicker. “You keep doing that and I won’t have your bagel and eggs ready.”

“I’m going to have plenty of cock tomorrow,” she says, giving it one last squeeze before removing her hands. Letting it tent out my shorts. She moves over to the coffee pot and pours a cup, as I lather on the cream cheese, to the bagel.

“Yes, you are,” I say, adding the eggs, now. I’m still not sure if I am going to tell Matt if it’s on, today, or wait until tomorrow, to let him know. “Here you go,” I hand her the bagel.

“Can you put it in a bag, please?” she asks. “I’ll eat it on the way to the airport.” She finishes her coffee as I bag it up. Bag the bagel. I smile a little at my own joke.

I walk her to the door and kiss her good-bye, “be careful driving.”

“I will,” she says kissing me back and grabbing my hardening cock. It never deflated from her grabbing it in the kitchen and now it’s starting to poke out of the top of my shorts. She opens the door, steps out, then closes it.

My cock is rock hard. I can’t believe that in the past 24 hours I shot 4 times. Each time more powerful than the last! I’ve always been a multiple cumer <dick throb>, but yesterday was beyond normal!

I notice I’ve started to leak, thinking of yesterday. FLEX. Damn, so nice.

I watch as Char drivers out of the driveway and hangs a right, <dick throb>.

Down boy, I mentally say grinning.

I see her pull into Lisa’s driveway and a few minutes later, Lisa comes out and into Char’s corvette. <dick throb>

Down boy, I grin. He’s still hard and leaking.

I watch them back out of the driveway and down the road.

One minute.

FLEX

Two minutes.

FLEX and leakage. Nice!

Three minutes and I see the door open and Matt running this way.

My hard dick, deflates. Yep, boner killer.

At least it’s not staying hard when I think about or see Matt.

I move away from the curtains. I shuck off my shorts, getting ready for him.

My cock has fully deflated and gone limp.

At least I’m not turned on by this. I know what he’s going to ask when he gets here.

I go to the door and wait for him.

Aside from asking about the three way, I know he’s going to want at blow job.

At least it’s easier to get his head into my mouth.

Really, Jim? Rationalizing now?

I do like his cum. That does make it easier.

Still not turned on though.

I hear him walk up the stairs and stand outside the door.

“Really, Jim,” I hear him say, after a few moments. “Open the door.”

I open the door and he walks in. I close and lock the door.

“Didn’t we have this discussion, yesterday, Jim,” he says.

“Sir?” I ask quizzically, as I move to kneel in front of him, hands behind my back. He’s wearing a black t shirt and black running shorts.

“At least you remember this part of your training,” he says as he steps closer to me. These new shorts are a little smaller than yesterday’s as I can see his big head starting to peak out from the bottom the right leg. I am staring at that head and it’s starting to extend past the bottom of his shorts. Shit, that’s impressive.

He reaches down, takes two fingers under my chin, and lifts my head up, breaking my gaze of his growing cock and making me look up at him.

“Right here, yesterday, on this very spot, you agreed that when you saw me that it’s me outside, you would open the door,” he said looking down at me. Shit, I’m almost twice his fucking age and he has my gazing up at him, fully in his power. At least he praised me for remember to kneel before him.

Oh my God. I just felt good for him praising me. Shit. Well, that decided me!

“S..Sir, I’m sorry, I had forgotten about that,” with everything else you made me do, how could I remember something so insignificant? I think to myself.

“You can apologize better than that, boy,” he says, never removing his fingers from under my chin.

“Sir,” I say, strongly. “I am truly sorry that I had forgotten this part of my training. It won’t happen again.” Fuck, this is humiliating! On my knees, hands behind my back, chin lifted up, in front of an 18 year old man.

He looks down at me a few moments.

“Not good enough,” he says. I notice a movement in front of me. He just flexed his cock, making it move. There’s a leakage starting to fall. “How would you have a subordinate apologize to you?”

“Sir,” I say, fuck, he thinks I’m subordinate to him! Fuck, he’s right. I’ve been taking his orders since Tuesday and I have no way out at this time. I get this queasy feeling in my gut. “I would make him say his rank and name…during…the apology…” Crap.

“Sir, Captain Clinton apologizes to you for not remembering his training,” I say a little strongly.

“Captain who?” he asks, moving both hands to the side of my head and forcing me to look at his hard, leaking cock.

“Sir, Captain Cocksucker,” fuck, “apologizes for not remembering his training.” Shit. I feel like shit. How could I go from feeling so good, less than 10 minutes ago with Char, to feeling like this? Fuck. This is back to Officer Training School, for me.

A few moments go by. He drops his hands, but my head is still staring at his massive cock. Shit, it’s so thick.

“Accepted, boy,” he says, spreading his legs just a little. “Now, what do you want to do?”

 

[Sklar]

My left hand starts to reach out to his cock when his right hand intercepts it and I freeze.

“Sir?” I ask, never breaking eye contact with his cock. It’s right there.

“The way you are looking at my cock, is very good, boy,” he says rubbing my head with his left hand. Fuck, positive reinforcement! “The way you looked at my cock yesterday; you even licked your lips,” fuck, did I? “Even right now, I saw how your lips moved, staring at my thick cock,” he said, flexing it and another long string of leakage fell to the floor. “But you can’t have my leakage on the floor. What would Char think? Clean it up.”

I start to get up.

“Freeze!” he orders. I do. One knee on the floor, the other about 6 inches off the floor. “What are you doing?”

“I…I was going to get a washcloth, Sir,” I say, still looking at his cock. Another line of leakage drops to the floor.

“There’s only one way, you clean my cum or leakage off the floor, boy,” he says. “With your tongue and lips. Get back down and clean it up.”

Son of a bitch. I feel like I’ve just gotten gut punched.

I put my knee back down on the floor. I place a hand on either side the puddle. Fuck, I’m naked, on my hands and knees in front of him, about to lap up his leakage. I’m feel like I am a dog about to lap up water from a bowl. Can this feeling of humiliation get any worse??

“Stop,” he orders. I do. What now? “Put your ass up in the air more.”

WHAT???? Fuck!

I reposition myself. I spread my knees a little and then get down onto my forearms. My ass is now higher than my head. I feel totally humiliated and vulnerable. I hate both of those feelings and he has me feeling that within minutes of being here.

The queasy feeling in my gut intensifies.

I feel like shit.

He comes and places his feet on the outside of my hands. I can feel him bending over me, and then I feel his hands on each ass cheek! Shit, it’s finally happening. He’s manhandling my ass. My last sense of dignity is gone. This 18 year old man is playing with my ass.

“That’s funny,” he says, as he kneads my ass cheeks.

“Sir?” I say in between licking up his leakage with my tongue.

“All this time,” he says, “I’ve never heard a thank you, from you.” He is spreading my ass cheeks apart, then mushing them back together. Then repeating it

Thank you?!?!?!? I think. What the fuck for?

“Sir, aaahhhh,” I start to say, then gasp. Something wet hit my asshole!

“Oh, you like that?” he says a bit sarcastically? “You like my spit on your ass?” He starts to rub it around my hole with a finger.

“Sir, it caught me off guard,” I say. “I’m not liking any of this, Sir,” I say. He is rubbing his spit all around. I’m not liking this at all. That feeling in my gut has intensified.

This is NOT fun at all!

“Oh, I know you’re not liking this boy. All I have to do is look at your cock to see that,” he says smugly. “Who is liking this?” he asks standing back over me. My ass feels warm from his kneading it.

I start to get back to my kneeling position.

“I didn’t say you could do that. Get back down,” he says calmly.

I get back down quickly. I feel him start to squat down over me. I feel his cock start to run all over my high and tight. I can feel his leakage trailing out from it. “Mmmmm,” he sighs, “this is what I image running my cock over pussy hair would be like.”

Fuck, if ANYONE else had said these things to me, I’d beat the crap out of them! But, I kneel here, taking it, because I’m powerless in front of him.

And he knows it.

That's power.

“Now, get back to your kneel position,” he says, standing in front of me. Shit, he has all the cards and I’m helpless to his whims. I snap my arms behind my back, never taking my eyes off of his cock. “Now, who is liking this?”

“You are, Sir,” I say, feeling like I am prostrated before him. Worshipping him.

I feel like I am going to puke.

He rubs my head, again.

Fucking positive reinforcement!

“Now, where is my thank you?”

“What, Sir?” that blurts out, incredulously.

“I said, where’s my thank you?” He said with a smirk.

“Fo..for what, Sir?” I ask.

“For training you, boy,” he says with a smile. “For helping to bring out a side of you, you never knew was there.”

“You want me to thank you for blackmailing me into being your cocksucker?” I asked disbelievingly. Still looking at his cock.

“No, that’s just the icing on the cake.” He said, giving me a pat on the head. “You’ve taken to my cock, like a fish to water, Jim. You never knew you could be submissive, did you?”

“I’m not submissive!” I say, strongly.

“Oh, you may not be submissive when you are around other men. You certainly aren’t submissive around your wife. I would have loved to have seen you fucking her yesterday. Too bad you remembered about the window.” He laughs a little. “But with me, you’re certainly sliding into the submissive side.” All this time he’s been talking, it looks like his cock is getter harder. Fuck, power over someone is something I understand. But I am usually on the other side. “You haven’t stopped staring at my cock, since I’ve been talking to you.”

“Because it’s right there, Sir,” I say, looking at it. There’s a huge drop of pre-cum at the top and it’s slowly making its way down his cock.

“No, you could look down. You could look up. You could look off to the side,” he said. “Why don’t you?”

“Because the Army teaches us to stare directly in front of us, Sir,” I say.

“Does the Army teach you to stare at men’s cock’s with longing?” He asks me. “I see you following that leakage with your eyes. You want it, don’t you?

“I’m going to have to lick it up either on your cock or on the floor, Sir,” I say.

“True, but you want to lick it up. Do you want to lick it up off the floor or from my cock?” he asks flexing it and I can see it get wider when he does that.

“From your cock, sir,” I say, not believing I am actually acknowledging it. Well, it’s better than licking it up off the floor, feeling exposed.

Shit, really Jim? That feeling still hasn’t left my gut.

“So, where’s my thank you, Jim?” he asks, flexing his cock again.

Mentally sighing. Now THIS is going to be in my head, too! Fuck.

He knows all the right buttons to push!

FUCK!

“Sir, thank you for teaching me to be a better cocksucker,” I say as I start to lean forward.

“No,” he says. At the word, no, I stop leaning forward. What? “You can thank my much better than that, Jim.” Fuck, he’s using my actual name. Not Boy. That’s going to make a lasting impression! He totally has me in his power, and he knows it. Fuck, he’s KNOWN it since Tuesday.

“Sir,” I ask.

“You’re a smart man, Jim. You can figure this out. I’ll even give you a clue. You’re thank you should be along the same lines as your apology,” he says. All this time, I’ve never stopped staring at his cock.

I take a deep breath, thinking about the apology and our conversation.

“Sir, Captain Cocksucker thanks you for his training and his future training and to help Captain Cocksucker be more submissive to you.”

What the fuck?? That feeling in my stomach and guy just intensified. His cock kept flexing in front of my face with every word I said.

“Good man, Jim,” he said, rubbing my head. “That’s what I want to hear. And, soon, with the training I’ve got planned for you, you will actually mean it.” He starts to laugh a little.

That feeling just got worse. This little fucker. Who the fuck does he think he is? I’m a fucking Captain in the Psy Ops division. I’ve broken other men to my will during interrogations! And this 18 year old man, has me broken to him.

No.

NO!

Well, there’s one thing I can still do.

“Now, did Char agree to the three way for tomorrow?”

And he just set me up for it.

“No, sir,” I say, grinning mentally. “She is still thinking about it.”

Take that, fucker!

 

[marlins]

Great read

 

[meatymuscle]

Hot damn. it gets better every chapter!

 

[Aaronbucks]

I can't wait for the kinda subordination Jim is going to feel when the threeway happens. Brilliant story.

 

[Watereyes]

Hurry up SKlar