September 16th, 2011, 11:36 PM
Brand new, here. Never lurked. I am a 46 y.o. white, married, criminal defense attorney. I have 3 kids. Going all the way back to high school, I have had bi-sexual tendencies. My sexual preferences are interesting in that when it comes to women, I like thin, pretty women. Blondes were always my favorite, but, really, any hair color will do. I have had a lifetime of women that ended when I started to date my now wife 14 years ago. She has been the only women in my life that I have remained faithful to (sort of-I've cheated on her twice: once several years ago when I met a guy on CL [of all places], got into a one night email exchange, had him come to my office, blew him and never saw him again; the other infidelity happened twice this week and is the subject of this post).
I absolutely love having sex with women. I always have. My wife and I have 3 kids, the youngest being 4 and, so, for the last few years, our sex life has basically been reduced to sex once or twice a week. I can't complain as our sex life is just wonderful. We are each, almost always, able to make the other orgasm (well, she always makes me orgasm, I'm about 80% successful with her). Still, there are nights that I am in the mood and she, simply, is too tired. It's Ok and I understand it and it has nothing to do with my recent escapades.
I have been with a grand total of 5 guys in my life. I have sucked their cocks but, only once, let them suck mine. I am only attracted to a very specific type of guy. Guys that are, presumably straight and masculine looking and acting, thinner, 18-28, with blonde hair. Sometimes, I will find a brown haired or even red headed guy attractive, but, that is rare.
I am a very dominant person. I had to take care of my parents from the time I was around 16. I put myself through college and law school while supporting my parents. My job requires me to be assertive. Probably for all those reasons, I am a closet submissive. Nearly all my fantasies (with guys and women) involve me being submissive.
I was with 3 guys, on several occasions, from high school through college. The 4th guy was the CL guy (a one time thing) and now I have been with my 5th. This is a true story and it something that I think is ongoing, but, I don't know, because this is all kind of new to me and somewhat confusing.
Wednesday night, I was in night court. It's not like you see on TV. It basically occurs from 5:00 p.m to 8:00 p.m. or so and mainly there are hearings on traffic cases (No License, DUI, speed, etc.) I had a few cases, resolved them and was getting ready to leave when I heard a man's voice pleading with the prosecutor. I went in the prosecutor's office to pick up my brief case and saw a guy, about 30, with blond hair, trying to explain to the prosecutor how it had been a mistake that his driver's license was suspended (an insurance mix up). The prosecutor wanted to hear none of it and told the guy to either get a lawyer or get a trial date set and represent himself.
I notice that the guy had on work type boots, somewhat dirty jeans and a blue t shirt. He looked like he worked construction and had just got off work. I have to say, I found him very attractive. Well, I went outside the court house, saw an old client, had a cigarette and talked to the client. As we were concluding our talk, I saw the blonde guy come out. He was sort of angry and he lit a cigarette. He asked if I was a lawyer, I told him I was. My old client left and the blonde guy started to tell me how frustrated he was. He explained to me how the insurance company didn't properly report his insurance to the BMV and the BMV suspended him. He didn't realize it until he got stepped for a headlight violation. He called the insurance company, they admitted it was their fault, sent the insurance info the State BMV and the State reinstated his license.
The prosecutor wanted him to plead guilty to driving on a suspended license, pay a large fine and be on probation. I knew the prosecutor hated dealing with unrepresented clients. The blonde guy said his name was Rick, that he had a wife and 3 kids and was barely making ends meet and didn't have money for a lawyer. He was afraid though that if he went to trial, he'd lose and end up in jail. He also didn't have money for a big fine. As he talked, I noticed that my cock was slightly stiff. I kept sneaking glances at his groin area and I don't know, something about him being close to me was turning me on. I told him I would help him, went back in, talked to the prosecutor and got him to dismiss the charge. It really had been the insurance company's fault and I lied to the prosecutor and told him that Rick had paid me a retainer.
Well, Rick was ecstatic. Couldn't thank me enough. That was that, or so I thought. I gave him my card and went back to the office to get my files for the next morning. As I pulled in, I noticed Rick behind me. He had a quick question to ask about whether he had a claim against his insurance company. I brought him in the office and, basically told him to just let it go and chalk it up as a bad experience. He wanted to try to pay me something but asked if he could pay a little every couple weeks. I told him it wasn't necessary, it had been my pleasure.
Now, I figured he was going to leave and I felt a pit in my stomach. I can't tell you how attracted I was to this guy. I couldn't, in the office, keep my eyes off his groin area and mouth. He had a gorgeous mouth and body and was fucking good looking. I also couldn't stop looking at his work shoes, there was a hole on the top of one of his shoes. I have an incredible foot fetish and kept thinking about his feet. Even his dirty jeans turned me on.
He insisted that I allow him to pay me something and he said he wouldn't leave until we worked something out. I honestly don't know what came over me, I don't know if I was just tired (it was near 8:00 p.m. and I had been in different courts nearly all day) or I was that horny. I said maybe there was something he could do instead of paying me. I asked if he was a handy man and he said he was. I showed him some things in the office that needed fixed. He said he would and could do them. One area was in the office kitchen, the ice maker on the refrigerator was broke. He was looking at the water line and asked if I had tools. I handed him a small tool chest I kept in the office. As I did, I brushed his hand with mine and I felt my cock tighten in my underwear. He was working/looking in the freezer and I was behind him, staring at his ass. I went to the freezer to pretend I was looking at what he was doing, but, really, I wanted to "accidentally" brush his ass with my hand. I did. I got harder still.
While he worked on things, I pulled some beers out of the refrigerator and we each drank 2 or 3. I was getting drunk and hornier. At one point, he dropped a screwdriver and I knelt down to pick it up. He turned toward me and his groin was right near my face. I dropped the screwdriver and said, "Forget the repairs, I want something else." I couldn't believe I had said it. He looked confused and asked what I meant. I was still on my knees in front of him and I reached and touched his groin area with my hand.
It was like a light bulb went on in his head and he pushed me back. He started to leave and I said, "Please, wait, I'm sorry." He stopped. "Please," I said. "Why would you say that shit," he asked, "Are you a fag?" I told him, "No, I'm married, I .... I'm sorry, I just....." It was very awkward. I didn't know what else to say but I needed, fucking needed, to suck his cock. I told him, "I'm sorry, I'm bisexual .... or I am sometime. I'll make it worth your while."
He glared at me. I told him, "I can help you man. You know, I can help you out a little, you said money's tight....." He looked like he wanted to hit me. But, then, he said, "Help me with some cash, what?" I nodded my head. I reached in my pocket, pulled out 3 $100 bills and handed them to him. He stared at them and then took them in his hand.
He sat in a chair, looked at me and said, "I've never been with ....." Before he could say another word, I had buried my head in his crotch and was open mouth kissing his cock through his jeans.
More in a bit.
September 17th, 2011, 11:15 AM
Re: After Court
He was tense. He was pulling his crotch back from some of my kisses, but, at the same time, sometimes, he would grind his crotch into my mouth. I felt his cock stiffen and enlarge as the seconds passed. I slid my right hand down to his left shoe and undid the shoe string. I pulled his work boot off and could smell the leathery sweat smell immediately. It turned me on, all the more. It was then I noticed that I was rock hard.
Again, a brief bit of history. The last time I had sucked cock, with the CL guy, I had absolutely no hard on as I did it. Later, as I thought about it, about serving him and sucking his cock, it turned me on to no end. Also, of my 3 earlier guys, with 2 I got hard, with 1, I did not. With Rick, I was rock fucking hard.
I rubbed his socked foot with my hand and then slid my hand up inside his pant leg and rubbed his lower calf with my hand. I then did the same with his right boot. Then I moved to his groin, unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping the fly. Now, I open mouth kissed his cock through his underwear. His smell was just incredible, that musky, manly, sweaty smell. Now, he seemed to be into things a bit more, but, I didn't dare look at his face as I didn't want to scare him away. I figured as long as I kept my head down, said nothing, and licked and kissed that cock, everything would be fine.
I slid his jeans off and then his underwear. His cock stood erect, about 7 inches from what I could tell. Fully hard and erect.
More in a bit.
September 17th, 2011, 09:11 PM
Re: After Court
Enough of this "recess" stuff....lol I hope you continue this soon. Just having the nerve to approach him was hot. I can tell this is going to be quite a session.
Welcome to the story forum.
September 17th, 2011, 10:45 PM
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Certainly a new slant on an age old dilemma! A hot story - thanks for sharing it with us. We certainly look forward to the end of this particular recess, meanwhile the jury is out and gasping for more!
September 18th, 2011, 12:03 AM
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You guys crack me up. I know it's taking a while to get to the good stuff, but, I guess it's just seems to me like so much has happened. Now, back to the show ....
His cock was just inches from my mouth. I could smell his musky, sweaty scent. It was just fabulous-don't know how else to describe it. It makes my mouth water even as I write this. I could see that he shaved himself, but, had not in awhile, because he did have some pubic hair growing in places.
I tried to remember everything I could about sucking cock. Stuff I had done when I was younger, stuff women had done to me, stuff I'd seen on porn.... I immediately took him in my mouth, I didn't want him backing out of this. His cock had a slight salty taste to it, again, he must have sweat like crazy that day. I glided up and down on that magnificent cock several times and then I slid my mouth off. I took my hand and gently stroked his cock, while I licked his shaft, his head and then down into his inner thighs. He spread his legs apart and while I stroked, I now moved to that area by where the shaft and balls meet the inner thigh. His scent was incredible, I inhaled it in deeply while I open mouth kissed that special area and his thighs. I took his balls in my mouth while I stroked him. Finally, I started to stroke faster and moved my mouth back to his cock.
Again I took him in my mouth, now, stroking him gently with my hand while gliding my mouth up and down his cock. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock deep into my mouth and throat. I gagged a bit, but, soon fell into a rhythm. Up and down I went for a minute or so and then he stood up. I now looked up at him as I had him in my mouth. What a feeling to be on your knees, in front of a guy, his cock in your mouth. What a fucking turn on.
Well, he had had enough with my pace, clearly, as he started to fuck my mouth with his cock. In and out he thrust as he moaned, gently at first, louder, shortly after. I knew he was close to cumming. I could feel him tense. I wanted to taste his cum, wanted him to explode in my mouth, but, I didn't really know him or know anything about him. At the last second, despite my erotic feelings, I pulled my mouth off, stroked him a few times while licking his shaft, and he exploded-all over my hair, side of my face and shoulders.
I gently pumped him until the last drop came out. He groaned and pushed my hand away, then sat down. I gently massaged his calves and gently open mouth kissed his thighs. His legs were nicely toned and muscular. His skin, it tasted .... well, just fantastic.
But, he quickly pushed me away and said, "Stop." I guess since he came, he no longer had any use for me. He told me that he wasn't a fag and that I better not tell anyone what had happened. My first thought was that if anyone found out, it would hurt me more (professionally and personally) than him, but, he quickly pulled his underwear and pants on, slid into his boots, stood up and said, "Don't bother me again." He stormed out of the office.
In a way, I felt like a fool. His cum was all over me. I had given this guy $300. I'm not poor, by any means, but, I immediately felt guilty. I had a house, a family, that money should have gone for things for them. Then I thought of my wife, what the fuck was I doing? I tried to rationalize that it wasn't really cheating because I hadn't been with another woman, but, I soon realized the folly of that thought.
I really did feel humiliated. Sucked his cock and got snubbed for it. Hell, he was angry about it. I cleaned myself up, stopped at Walgreens, got some Listerine to wash my mouth out and went home. Thankfully, everyone was asleep.
The whole way home, though, and the whole time I lay in bed, I couldn't get Rick, his scent, his taste or his cock out of my mind. My cock was rock hard thinking about it all. I looked at my wife, she was gorgeous. I was half-tempted to wake her up so we could make love. I knew I'd be good that night, but, I didn't.
The next day, I began to really regret the whole thing. It was strange, I felt equal parts guilty, foolish and horny.
Around 6:00, as I was leaving my office, I saw Rick, sitting in his car, waiting in my parking lot. He didn't look happy or angry, he looked sort of down.
More in a bit. Recess time again.
September 18th, 2011, 05:11 AM
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Rick got $300 and a blow job - could be he is back for more of the same - who can blame him.
Make me an offer
September 18th, 2011, 09:48 PM
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I'm going to have to talk to the judge on these incessant recesses... I'm with Autolycus on this one. Me thinks Rick has come back for more. Hopefully this time for free.
I think I just heard the Bailiff call, "Everyone rise!"
September 18th, 2011, 10:58 PM
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Oyez! Oyez! Oyez!
Well, I do want to get back to Rick, but, I feel I have to say a little more about me. In 1994, I was 28-29 and was appointed to represent an 18 y.o young man named Kevin. It was a small stolen property case. I met with him at my office and, truthfully, I was just fucking knocked out by him. He was thin, blond hair, cocky with a bad boy attitude. He always had a cute girl with him in court. I have to tell you that I fell madly in love/lust with him. I have to say there have been a few women that made me feel that way, but, only one guy in my whole life. I have represented him (mostly for free) on and off every couple years ever since. Always pretty minor stuff, but, he has landed in prison once for a violation of his probation on a bad check charge (I didn't represent him, it was in a county all the way across the state).
In the last 17 years, I would imagine that I have jacked off to the thought of him somewhere close to 500 times. I have jacked off while talking to him on the phone (only once, but, fuck it was fantastic). Once, when he was going to jail for 60 days (this was back when I was single), he needed a place to store his clothes (he was rooming with someone and couldn't pay rent for those 60 days). I let him store them at my place. Some of the clothes were dirty and he asked if he could launder them at my place. I told him he could, but, since there were only a few dirty things, I told him that I would just run them with a load of my clothes. I jacked off to those dirty shirts, socks, underwear and jeans around 100 times.
He is the only man I have ever known that can get me rock hard just by talking to me. I'm fairly sure he knows or at least suspects that I am in love with him and would do anything for him, I have made many, many subtle hints. He has no interest in it. A friend of his, I think, is a cuckold wannabe. Wanted Kevin to fuck his wife. His wife is really hot. Kevin wanted to fuck the wife but the friend wanted to watch. Kevin didn't like that idea. Kevin has hinted around that he has no interest in sex with anyone other than a woman.
I never pressed the issue with Kevin because I figured he'd exit my life forever. I would rather see and hear him every now and then than to never see him again. Plus, as long as he is around, I know there is always the possibility that I may yet suck his cock. My fantasies with him, though, are just off the charts. I mean, I would absolutely do anything he told me, anything.
Rick .... in a way, I think, Rick reminds me of Kevin. Young, blonde, good looking, cocky, does physical labor for a living. Thing is, I figured that I would never see Rick again after court, so, if he rejected me, well, it was no loss. I mean, I wasn't going to see him again anyway. And, I wasn't about to spend the next 20 years regretting that I didn't make a move. It's so easy to make a move on a woman, so easy. Wish it was the same with a guy.
Now, back to the second day. He got out of his car and walked towards me. He was in work clothes again and he held a plastic cup. Once he got near me, I could smell and see that he was drinking beer and appeared to be quite drunk. Funny thing, since the last hour, I had downed two glasses of bourbon in my office. I really felt edgy, so I drank.
He asked if we could talk and I led him back to the office. Everyone, of course, had been gone for an hour. We went to my office and he sat on my couch. I poured another bourbon (with soda, bitters and ice) and drank up. He didn't seem to know what to say and, finally, said, "I'm sorry about leaving like that yesterday ...." he reached in his pocket and handed me the $300 and continued "...and I shouldn't have taken this. I mean, I owed you for ...."
Silence. "Are you gay?" he asked. I said I was bi-sexual. "You been with a lot of guys?" I told him 5 my whole life and 3 of them were 25 years ago. He told me he had never been with a guy. He told me he'd been with his wife for 7 years, his youngest child was just 8 months old.
I never sensed he was there for sex, I think he was just there to talk or to figure out what had happened. He stumbled for words. He said his wife was always tired, watching the kids, they almost never had sex anymore, but, that he wouldn't cheat on her .... well, until me, but, like my own thought from the day before, he hinted that since I was a guy, it wasn't really cheating.
I listened, quietly, and kept looking at his mouth, his chest, his groin and, yes, those work boots. I was getting very hard. His glass was empty and he asked if I had any more beer in my kitchen. I told him I did and went to get him one. I brought it back and, basically, told him that he shouldn't feel embarrassed about the night before. I had pushed myself on him, I had started it.
He wanted to know why I had. I looked down and then said, "I don't know. I think you're hot. I kept thinking that whole time before I did how much I wanted to .... submit to you, serve you, I don't know how else to say it." He didn't say anything. He just drank. Like he was taking it all in.
He seemed exhausted. He had worked all day on a construction site (a house, he basically is a day laborer). He told me that he couldn't sleep at all last night. He said that he works 6 days a week, can barely pay for everything. Told me that he felt alone because his wife was always too tired to have sex or even watch a movie with him. He understood why, he just felt .....
With that, I couldn't help myself. I leaned over and just started to kiss his sweaty tshirt and chest while rubbing his cock through his jeans. It took a few seconds and I felt that he started to get hard. I pulled his T shirt up and off him and kissed his chest, his stomach and then to the top of his jeans. They weren't just open mouth kisses, I mean, I was licking him as I kissed. I could taste his sweat, the saltiness. When I got to the top of the jeans, I unbuttoned them and unzipped them. I open mouth kissed his cock right through those underwear of his. He was so fucking hard. I, basically, started to give him a blow job, but, his underwear still covered his cock, so I sucked his underwear and cock. I darted my tongue into his underwear fly area (or whatever its called) so that I could lick his dick through his underwear.
He kicked his shoes off and pushed my head down onto his cock. I pulled his jeans off and had him lay on his back on the couch. He was now naked, except for his underwear. I open mouth kissed and licked his inner thighs, his calves, his socked feet (oh that odor of leather and sweat, fucking unbelievable). I had his legs over my shoulders and burrowed my mouth, lips and tongue into his inner thighs, licking his shaft and balls through his underwear. I dropped to the floor and sort of turned him to his side, so his back was facing me. I rubbed his legs while kissing down his back and onto his underwear covered ass. I slid his underwear down a bit and kissed and licked his ass and the top of his crack. He moaned out loud, turned around and said, "Suck my dick ...."
Well, the clock just struck two. Time for a recess ladies and gentlemen. Please, while we're on recess, remember the admonitions that I've given you ......
September 19th, 2011, 10:45 PM
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You mean we can't talk about this to anyone?????? I can't wait for deliberations and I hope we are sequestered (me with a hot male juror). However, it may be a little difficult to deliberate with my mouth full...
I figured Rick was into it more than he admitted. It was nice of him to return the three hundred though. This is getting hot and steamy. I can't wait for recess to be over.
September 20th, 2011, 12:06 AM
September 20th, 2011, 10:35 AM
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Interesting well written story. Looking forward to next installment
September 20th, 2011, 11:00 AM
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Craiger - Lol. Ok, Ok, court is now in session.
I stripped his underwear down and saw his cock, fully erect, just waiting for me. Like a beacon of light on a dark sea. Lmao.
I moved up to take him in my mouth. As I approached his cock, I smelled his magnificent musky scent. I wish there was a way they could bottle that smell. I started to gently caress the shaft with my hand and licked between his balls and inner thigh. He was, apparently, not in the mood for any kind of foreplay, tonight, as he grabbed my head with his hands and thrust it towards his cock. So, I got right to work, taking his cock in my mouth, gliding up and down at a steady pace. He, apparently, didn't want a steady, slow pace, either, because his hands forced my mouth deeper onto his cock and he pushed my head up and down at a faster pace. I imagined he had been waiting all day for another blow job, but, I don't know that. Again, his cock had that salty, sweaty taste, which made me all the more excited.
I bobbed up and down, and, at times, gasped for air and gagged a bit. After a couple of minutes, I started sweating, I was working so hard and fast. My own cock ached in my pants. I needed some release of my own. I tried to slow down, but, he clearly knew what he wanted, and said, "Faster." He pushed my head down and started to just fuck my mouth. He now stood up and I stayed on my knees. My hands grabbed his ass and I pushed him and his cock toward my mouth. I had one set of fingers rubbing up and down his ass crack which seemed to get him hotter.
His cock was so stiff, so erect, I couldn't take it all in. The effects of the liquor and his cock had me in a swoon. I missed his tensing and, therefore, felt that first squirt of cum blowing into my mouth. I tried to back off his cock, but, he pushed my head forward so he could blow the rest of his load in my mouth. I doubted he had any diseases, but, still, I couldn't be sure and didn't want to swallow any of his cum. I tried to keep the cum in my mouth and he just kept cumming and cumming. His pace slowed, but, still, the cum came. Finally, he gave one last thrust and then pulled his cock out of my mouth.
I leaned over and spit his cum into my drink glass. "I'm sorry," I said, "I haven't swallowed cum in a long time and ..... I mean, I assume you don't have any ...." He said, "I haven't been with anyone other than my wife, I'm fine."
He sat on the couch and I knelt between his legs, gently kissing and rubbing his legs. I was rock hard. "Sorry," he said, "y'know, about telling you to suck me, I mean, I assumed ...." I cut him off, "It's OK, I like that," I said, "I want you to be in charge, I mean, you are in charge..." He kind of laughed and said, "So, you like me being the boss." I told him, "Yes, I like it when you're bossy."
"Good," he said, "Then bring me another beer." I got up and got a beer from the kitchen and brought it back to him. I also got myself another drink, in another glass. When I got back to the office, he had turned on my TV, and had ESPN on. The LSU/Mississippi State was due on shortly. He had pulled some of the pillows off my couch and was sitting on them, on the floor, against the couch. I asked why he was on the floor and he told me he had a sore back and it felt better sitting that way. He preferred to lay on a hard floor but didn't want me to think he was strange.
I handed him his beer and said, "Anything else, sir?" He laughed. Then, that familiar awkward feeling seemed to set in. I was determined, though, not to let it happen. "I want to see that LSU game," I said, "How about if we watch a little of it here, I'll get us some more beer and food." He thought for a minute and then said, "Uhh, yeah, sure." He had put his underwear back on and his T shirt. I was so fucking horny looking at him.
I sat next to him on the floor and rubbed his leg and watched TV with him as we both drank. My hard on would not go away and I just felt so fucking horny and submissive. I have always been like that. I could submit to a man or woman for hours, kissing them, licking them. I started to kiss his shoulder and rub his leg. I then moved down, kissing his arm, his chest, his stomach. I just couldn't stand the hard on, anymore and said, "I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to blurt it out, would you mind if I jacked off, now?"
There was a long silence and, then, he said, "Yeah, I guess that's OK." I slid my pants and underwear off and he turned the TV off so we were in the dark. I pulled my cock out and started to stoke myself while kissing his chest and shoulders. He wrapped his one arm around my back and grabbed my ass, in fact, started rubbing around my asshole. It felt so fucking good, I started to let out soft moans. While he clearly had no interest in being anywhere near my cock, my ass, apparently, was OK, as he started to slide his finger in, slightly, while rubbing it. Almost like he was fingering and rubbing a pussy.
"You like that?" he said. I sort of whispered, "Oh, God, yes, I .... " Then he was more blunt, "You take it in the ass?" I still whispered, "Uhhh, no, I never, I mean, I would, I just never have tried ...." That was the truth. I had never had anal sex (well, I had, with a woman, I just never was on the receiving end of it).
I moved my mouth to his neck and started kissing it while stroking myself. I whispered to him, "This feels so good ...." and then I started to cum. When I finished, he stopped rubbing and turned the TV on. Even though I had cum all over my legs and stomach, I couldn't move from him. I had never felt so .... submissive, I don't know how to describe it. Even though I had cum, I still felt horny or aroused. I actually wanted to blow him again.
"Get me another beer," he said. I grabbed a tissue, wiped myself up, and went to get his drink.
With that, Ladies and Gentlemen, we've reached the hour where it's time to call it a day. Remember those admonitions, I gave you. There is more for you to hear about that night and the last few days.
More in a bit.
September 20th, 2011, 10:01 PM
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Rick needed to use the bathroom, so, I told him where it was. I went to the kitchen area and wiped myself off with softsoap and paper towels. I was in my underwear, socks and a shirt. As I fixed myself another drink, I could still taste his cum in my mouth, still sense the taste of his cock and his sweat. I thought of his strong, rough hands. I felt like .... I don't know, in a daze, almost.
I had never felt so .... overwhelmed, overpowered before. Sure, when I was in my dating days, especially with my wife, there was that feeling of thinking about the woman all the time. One of my male lovers in college, a gorgeous blond named Greg, I felt kind of like that with him, too. But, not to this extreme. I was horny and I had just cum. I mean, normally, after I came, at least 8 hours went by before I even would think of sex again. This was insane, this had been minutes before and here I was thinking of sucking his cock again .... and, more. For probably the first time in my life, I wondered what it would be like to have a man fuck me, really fuck me. I thought of Rick's cock pumping in and out of my ass and I, literally, shuttered. I wanted him to fuck me.
I suppose some of this had to do with the sheer submissive nature of it all. Always had fantasized about being submissive but never really lived it. I was always the one in control and, yet, here I was getting his beer. He, basically, ordered me to do it (no "please" from him). So, I know that was part of it. But, there was more. I was physically so attracted to him.
I was lost in my thoughts and didn't here him come from behind me. My hands were on the counter and I felt his hands on top of mine. He ground his cock and groin into my ass and said, "Looking at you in that shirt and underwear, I'd think you were waiting for me to fuck you." I was startled but pushed my ass back into his cock. I sort of whispered, "I'd love for you to take me that way." We stayed like that for a few seconds and, then, he pulled away and said, "Let's go watch some of that game."
My heart was beating a mile a minute. I had felt his cock on my ass, he was half hard again. This must have been turning him on as much as it did me. I brought his beer in and sat next to him and asked what he wanted to eat. He settled on wings and pizza which I said I'd go get. Also, I asked what kind of beer he wanted me to get. He told me and then said, "You know, I was wondering, ummmm, you said you liked me bossing you around, you wanted to serve me.....Does that mean you'll do whatever I tell you?"
I told him "Yeah, within reason." He continued, "So, like, if I told you to wash my car, you'd do that?" I sort of laughed and said, "Well, I was thinking of you being the boss more in a sexual sense, but, yeah, I would do that. I may not do that good of a job at it, unfortunately, but I would do it." I continued, "I don't want to creep you out, but, I'll do whatever you want. I'm yours to command." He stared at me, I think to see if I was telling him the truth and then said, "OK, go get the food and hurry back."
I did and we ate and got even more drunk in my office. We lay on the floor. I was, mostly, at his legs, kissing them, rubbing them. I massaged his feet and kissed those as well. I could tell he enjoyed it all. He didn't say much but, every now and then, when I'd pause from kissing his feet or his legs, he'd stretch his foot toward my mouth to indicate that I should get back to work. At one point, he lay on his stomach and I massaged and kissed his back. That led to me going to his ass and kissing his ass and rimming him with my tongue. He loved that. He told me I had great lips (which I do-Lol).
He turned over and I could see he was completely hard again. He spread his legs apart and I knew he wanted me to blow him again. My mouth was on his hard cock in seconds. This time, he let me do it my way. He let me lick and kiss his shaft, his balls, his inner thighs. I sucked him while, simultaneously, using my hand to pump his cock. As I jacked him off, while sucking him, I twisted my hand (and his cock) ever so slightly. He loved that. I ran my fingertips up and down the crack of his ass and used them to caress his ass hole. At one point, I merely used my hand to stroke his cock, while kissing his shoulders and neck. I thrust my tongue into his ear. I actually wanted to kiss him on his mouth, deep, open mouth kisses, but, I didn't want to freak him out. I worshiped his body with my mouth, open mouth kissing and licking every inch of his body. Finally, I returned to his cock and took him deep in my throat and sucked him until he came. He only came a little this time, but, again, he came in my mouth. Again, I spit it out, although, his cum tasted mild, not bitter at all.
I lay next to him on the carpet and kissed his neck. I didn't want to scare him away, but, I said to him, "I do want to feel your cock inside me. I've never felt this way before...." I rubbed his legs while kissing his chest. "Anything you want me to do, I'll do."
It wasn't as awkward when we parted this time. I gave him my cell phone number and he gave me his. As it turned out, I didn't hear from him or see him Friday, but, I did, Saturday.
I'll write about that tomorrow.
September 20th, 2011, 10:32 PM
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You better be careful, Rick may divorce his wife and want to move in with you and your wife...lol It sounds as though he hasn't witnessed so much love and attention in a long time. He may even get a little more kinky himself and try a few things as well. Keep it up.
September 21st, 2011, 12:01 AM
September 21st, 2011, 10:37 AM
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First, thanks to all for the wonderful compliments. I'm trying my best to write what happened without adding in a million details.
I think Rick and I both feel some degree of guilt for what is going on. We are both married, with children. Each of us have some issues with our wives. Craiger, you hit the nail on the head with Rick, his wife is so busy taking care of those little ones that their sex life has become non-existent. I know that feeling as I went through it when mine were little. Then, each of you (husband and wife) feels that you're doing the lion's share of the work/providing and you feel, sometimes, alone and isolated.
Still, there is some incredible sexual draw between us. On Saturday, I got a text from him. The first one said, "OK to text u?" I sent his a "yes" back. He then texted and said he was working but was having troubles because he couldn't get a certain thought out of his head. I texted back, "What thought?" He texted back, "Your lips on my pole." I texted back, "When and where?" He wrote back, "Not much time 2day, your office @ 5."
I told my wife I had to run to the office around 4:30 to meet with a new client and do a little work. Told her I'd be home by 7:00. To keep the ruse up, I dressed in dress slacks and a dress shirt, but, no tie. It was, after all, Saturday, a new client couldn't expect me to be in a suit.
I drank a beer and waited for Rick. He came a little after 5:00. My stomach had been doing flip flops and, I swear, I had butterflies in my stomach, waiting for him. He walked in, sweaty and dirty. We went into my office and I went to the kitchen to get him a beer. When I got back to my office, he was standing.
"I have to go to a wedding with my wife, tonight," he said. "I don't have much time." He motioned to his groin. I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants and slid them, and his underwear to his ankles. He was fully erect. I started to kiss and lick around his balls and inner thighs. He was actually moist with sweat and I lapped up every drop I could. He smelled like a man who had worked hard all day. It was intoxicating.
Again, today, he wanted no foreplay. He took his strong, rough hands on the back of my head and pulled it to his cock. I took him in my mouth and he just started pumping my mouth with his cock. He thrust his cock in and out, fast and deep. His hands remained on the back of my head, moving it forward and back. It was hard for me to keep up, but, I did my best as he just completely fucked my mouth. He lasted maybe 5 minutes, tensed, and blew his load in my mouth. He slowed his thrusting down, and every time he'd push forward, more cum would shoot into my mouth. When it was over, I had a mouthful. I spit into my beer bottle.
He sat on the couch and sipped his beer. "You can swallow, my cum, I'm fine." I sat between his legs and said, "How do you know?" He said he gets physical twice a year for work, including blood tests, and he has had sex with only his wife in the last seven years. I put my finger in the little hole that was on top of his right work boot and said, "You need a new pair." He said, "I've got a few more minutes, take them off and massage my feet, they're killing me today." I slid his boots off and wanted to fucking cum when I smelled the sweaty leather smell. His socks were wet with sweat and I immediately kissed each foot several times before massaging them.
While I massaged, he told me the wedding reception was a 7:00, so he had to leave soon , get home, shower and change. "I know I'll get to have sex with my wife tonight, so, thanks to you, I should be able to last awhile." I smiled and said, "You're welcome." He kind of chuckled and said, "You give better head than she does." I said, "Thanks, again."
It was time for him to leave, then. I gave him a $100 and said, "Take her out for drinks after." He tried to give it back, but, I insisted. I wanted him to have a good time.
I asked for one favor before he left. I asked if he could leave his socks for me. He knew why and said, "OK." He left and I lay on my couch, socks on my nose, inhaling his scent, and masturbated until I came. I could taste his cock and his cum in my mouth and looked forward to swallowing his load the next time (which turned out to be Monday) that I saw him.
I believe he is going to fuck me before the week is out. The last 2 nights together have been incredible (I'll write about them). I do have a couple questions. I have had anal sex with women, but, like I said, never had anyone fuck me. In the cases where I had it with women, I had the woman lay in the missionary position with a pillow under her pelvis/lower back area, ass sort of up, and I entered her ass, that way. Is that the best way for me to do it? I have these fears that it is going to hurt like hell? Is it? Will I bleed (I assume a little) a lot? The lube part I'm aware of. I want him to fuck me bareback but I'm thinking I should make him wear a condom.
Any and all info on the anal sex would be greatly appreciated.
September 21st, 2011, 10:28 PM
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Wow, Counselor, I knew this was a true story, but somehow didn't think it was and up-to-date, ongoing event. I thought it had happened in the not to distant past....lol
Seeing that he has never attempted this any more than you have, and even though you like being submissive, I would suggest that you make sure he takes his time and is gentle. You can still be submissive, but careful. Preparing you by inserting one, two then three fingers in a slow gentle way will allow you to accept him easier. Use LUBE. While he begins to penetrate you need to be relaxed and push out as he enters. There will be pain, but if he stops and let you relax until the pain subsides, then enters a little more, eventually the pain will be gone and the pleasure begins. If he isn't aggressive at the beginning, there should be no bleeding. Not unless you have a hymen....lol One other thing, try to clean yourself out beforehand otherwise he may never want to attempt it again. As far as the condom is concerned, it is probably smart to use one for the first few times. Then it is up to the two of you as to how comfortable you feel with each other. I wouldn't suggest you let your submissiveness control the passion that could put you in danger.
Anyway, good luck and enjoy. I'm sure he will as well.
September 22nd, 2011, 09:28 AM
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Let us know how it goes, thanks for sharing...
September 22nd, 2011, 04:56 PM
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Thanks, Craiger, for the advice. Believe me, I need it. I am a bit ..... ehhhh, torn on the whole anal sex thing. I really want to feel his cock in me and, yet, I'm afraid that it will hurt. I will take your advice to heart as I want no pain, no bleeding and lots of pleasure! Lol. We are going to a football game Sunday-I have seats near midfield and they are spectacular. I suspect as a "thank you," he is going to fuck the daylights out of me. Lol. I could be wrong, but, something tells me it's coming (pardon the pun).
Just a quick recap of Monday. It was kind of warm and rainy here, that day, and, a little before lunch, I got the infamous "OK to text" text from him. He told me he was working his ass off at a home construction site and could not stop thinking about getting a blow job. Apparently (well, not apparently, I found out later it was true), his wife was less than stellar in her sexual performance Saturday. He could not see me after work but wanted me to meet him for his quick lunch break. I told him I would and drove to a local mall parking lot to meet him.
I jumped in his car and had his pants unzipped and unbuttoned by the time I sat down. He barely said "hello" and grabbed my head and pushed my mouth to his cock. I said, "Here, in broad dayli...." but got no more words out as he pulled his cock out of his underwear and pushed my mouth onto his rock hard cock. He was, again, sweaty and his clothes had dust (drywall, I assume) all over them. His cock and groin area had his incredible musky man scent. He threw an old blanket over me and his cock. I have to admit, the whole "danger" thing turned me on to no end. The whole time I sucked (which was not that long), I had an incredible rush thinking about all the people nearby who probably had no idea that I was sucking my lover's cock in the car (let alone the idea that we might get caught).
He was horny and assertive. He had both his hands on the back of my head and forced it up and down with speed. He lasted maybe 5 minutes and blew and incredible load in my mouth. This time, I swallowed. He tasted incredible. I'm not an expert at cum, but, the few times I swallowed, well, the cum tasted bitter. His did not. It was mild (salty, but mild). I will say, though, that the consistency of it almost made me gag. I swallowed a lot of his cum Monday. My man could cum in buckets.
When it was done, he quickly wiped his cock with a napkin and said, "I like it when you swallow. I want you to swallow all the time." I nodded and said, "No problem, I like to swallow your load .... you taste good."
He drove to a drive thru and told me, "I'll be at your office tomorrow after work. Should be around 6:00, but, if I'm late, you wait for me." I told him I would. As we drove back to my car, I rubbed his leg and told him I really enjoyed being with him. I had this urge to kiss him, on the lips (the urge to kiss him was starting to become stronger every time I saw him) and told him so. He kind of laughed and said, "Not unless you're really a woman." But, something told me that eventually I would be able to. It was just a matter of time.
Since I couldn't kiss his lips and since it was daylight and we were in a parking lot, I took his hand and kissed that. I told him, "I'll see you tomorrow." Then I bent down and kissed his crotch and said, "I'll see you tomorrow, too." He laughed and I got out.
September 22nd, 2011, 09:23 PM
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Ooh! The stakes are getting higher.... broad daylight and in a mall parking lot no less...lol
What's going to happen when you have court and not be able to be at your office... One of these days you might want to cool it for a day or so, that way he will be all over you when you can meet up. Before you know it the full passion with kissing may just appear.
Good luck and have fun.
September 22nd, 2011, 10:29 PM
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Hey Craiger, I didn't see him last Friday or Sunday and only had him for a half hour on Saturday and Monday. I saw him Tuesday (Oh what a night) and haven't seen him since. Probably won't see him until the game Sunday but that's OK because I got more than enough on Tuesday. Lol.
Actually, I'm in court most of the day, so, it's good that he works all day or we'd never see each other. We mostly have met at the office after 6:00. Night court can put a crimp in that (like last night I had night court from 5:30 til about 8:00).
While he has definitely started to feel more comfortable and more assertive, I, like a true girl (lol) have very subtly been able to get him to give me what I need and want. Mostly, that's his cock in my mouth but, there are other things.
I'll give you a little tease for my next post. I got his lips on Tuesday. Oh, did I get my wish for kissing. Lol.
Time for a little recess. More on Friday. I have to say, he sure makes me feel giddy and happy. Be interesting to time travel a year and see where things are then (if things are still going on-lol). I do have just a slight problem. I think (and I stress the word think) that I'm starting to develop real emotional (as opposed to just sexual feelings) for him. Nothing earth shattering, but, somewhat, troubling, nonetheless.
September 23rd, 2011, 10:26 PM
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I like the tease..... kissing.... I know a solution to your problem. Introduce the two wives and when they become fast friends it will be easier to have time with Rick.....j/k The unfortunate thing about ongoing sessions like this is that the emotional factor becomes quite a problem. My second boyfriend was a married man with two boys. The thing was that we worked together and that made it easy to be around him and his family. I would spend weekends with them, as they lived in a nearby city. I'd play uncle to the boys and do the "mans" work around the house for his wife. He had no concept of common household things. It all worked for about a year and a half, but then things slowed down and because of his religious beliefs we basically had to separate. I soon left the company but family wise we remained good friends and kept in touch. However, as time went on Christmas cards became the only contact. I think towards the end his wife suspected a little, but I don't know how much. I missed being around his boy though, they were such sweet kids. So, moral to my story is, be careful with the emotional feelings. Sadly, they can destroy good relationships however that doesn't mean you can't remain friends with benefits.
September 27th, 2011, 10:40 AM
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Craiger, I suspect the emotional part is going to be the difficult aspect to all this. It kind of reared it's head Sunday at the game, but, I'm getting ahead of myself because I still have to get through last Tuesday.
Rick made plans to stop by the office on Tuesday after he got off work. He was a little late but who am I to complain? I got him a beer as he sat on my couch and we talked a little. He was becoming more assertive, as I've said, and said, "While I'm talking, rub my feet, they're sore as hell." He sat on the couch in his work clothes, I slid to the floor in my suit and took off his work boots. His socks were damp with sweat (which, of course, turned me on) and I deeply massaged each foot. Eventually, being beneath him, at his feet, become too much of a temptation for me, and I started to gently kiss the tops and soles of his socked feet while I rubbed them. I knew that he enjoyed that and I certainly did. I got up and got him a second beer and went back to work on his feet.
After a few more minutes, he spread his legs apart, his sign that it was time for me to get to work on his cock. So, I moved up to his waist, unbuttoned his jeans and started to kiss his stomach and underwear covered cock. He was rock hard and his cock bulged mightily in his underwear. I began to pull the underwear elastic waist band away from his skin and lick and kiss the area below his stomach, near his cock. I'd put my lips around just the head of his cock for a few seconds and slowly lick and suck that, as well. His salty, sweaty taste was incredible as was his body scent. He smelled so fucking good to me.
I pulled his shirt off and started to open mouth kiss his upper body from his stomach up to his chest. I know I was licking his chest, too, and thought that I could lick the sweat from his body all night. While I did this, I slowly massaged his cock with my hand from the outside of his underwear. He pushed his cock into my hand and he let out soft groans. I kissed his neck and his ears, still massaging his cock. He whispered, "That feels so good."
I wanted his lips, now, wanted to kiss them, but, didn't want to get him angry. So, I just gently kissed and licked with my tongue his lower and upper lip. He seemed a little hesitant at first, but, then, opened his mouth a bit so that I have more access to his lips. I ran my tongue along the lower part of his upper lip and could feel his tongue poking out towards mine. I made my move and just started to open mouth kiss his upper lip and then moved slightly down so that our tongues would at least touch. All the while, I stroked and massaged his cock.
Finally, I just open mouth kissed him. We kissed for maybe five seconds, then he pulled away and said, "I need you to suck me off." I moved down to his groin, slid his pants and underwear off and took him in my mouth. I was on the floor, between his legs, and his hands pushed down on the back of my head. He was already close to cumming and he pushed me up and down, quickly. His cock seemed massive and I gagged a couple times, but, kept up with the fast and deep pace. He lasted maybe a minute, tensed, and blew his load into my mouth. Again, I swallowed.
He wanted another beer and I got him one. When I came back, he had the pillows on the floor and was sitting up on the floor against the couch. His back, again. I was horny and needed to cum. I sat next to him, pulled my pants and underwear off and slowly started to stroke away while kissing his chest and shoulders. I hoped he would, maybe, stroke me, but I began to realize that his hands were never going to find their way onto my cock. It wasn't in Rick to do it. Still, he did put his arm around me and started to play with my ass while I kissed him and stroked myself. He actually started to finger my asshole, a little, and I moaned, "Oh, fuck, yeah....." He was getting into it and said, "You like that, hmmmm? You want my cock in there, don't you?" I moaned, went to kiss his neck, and said, "I want you in me, I want your cock in me so bad ......." I came, then, all over his legs (it was the direction I was pointing given our positions). I got some paper towels and cleaned him up.
We talked about the game Sunday and our plans and when he left, I felt really fucking good. I loved kissing him, I did. By that time, of course, he had 5:00 shadow and it turned me on to feel his rough face against mine. Amazing that it took me 46 years to french kiss a guy and feel that feeling, but, I did. I don't have any fantasies or desires to make out with him, I don't. But, I do like knowing that I can kiss him now. I really liked the way I felt around him. I will say this, for now, we did end up having a fantastic time Sunday. I'll will write about that next.
September 27th, 2011, 11:36 PM
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I was going to say I felt a little sorry for his wife in that she isn't really necessary any more, but she's the one that kept him in such a restricted and almost non-existent sex life. Rick seems to be developing some feelings for you as well. Otherwise he wouldn't keep coming back and slowly but surely allowing you closer contacts. Have fun.
September 28th, 2011, 06:52 AM
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Looking forward to hearing how things are going
Hot and Horny
September 28th, 2011, 10:13 AM
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You've got a following already, enjoying your story, keep it going....
October 3rd, 2011, 04:10 PM
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Really appreciate all the compliments, guys.
Well, last Sunday, we met at the office and I drove us up to Cleveland for the game. We drank on the way up and, then, started to drink at the game. Our conversation was mostly non-sexual. The Browns were playing Miami and the game, for virtually 59 minutes, was ugly. The mood in the stadium was ugly. We drank and drank all day as the Browns looked to be on their way to a truly awful loss.
Now, through the game, there were two 30 y.o. really fucking hot women sitting in front of us. The one, Kelly, was a really sharp blonde (just exquisite) and she spent most of the game flirting with and talking to me. I knew that if I wanted to fuck her, I could. By the end of the game, she had moved up to a seat on my left (Rick was on my right). Kelly's friend sat next to Rick but she didn't seem to interested in him. Kelly kept leaning back into me, rubbing my arm, my leg, etc.
At the time, I couldn't tell whether all of this had any affect on Rick. Of course, with under a minute, the Browns engineered an incredible drive and ended up winning the game. I was horribly drunk. I had not eaten anything all day for fear that if Rick wanted to fuck me, well, I wanted to be ..... cleaned out, ya know.
The game ended around 4:15 and I invited Kelly and her friend to eat dinner with us at a really great restaurant not far from the stadium. There, the drinks flowed as well and Kelly was openly flirtatious. I really wanted to fuck her but (and I know this makes no sense) felt too guilty about cheating on my wife.
At one point, I went to the bathroom at the restaurant. The bathrooms were downstairs, in a basement like area. As I was urinating, Rick came in, and went into a stall to urinate as well. We made drunken small talk and, then, he said, "Get in here."
I went into his stall and asked "What's up?" His cock was out of his pants, he had finished pissing, but, it was half erect and out of his jeans and underwear. "Suck my cock," he said. I kind of nervously laughed and said, "This is a public, busy place, Rick, I'm not going to ....." He cut me off and said, "You want that blonde bitch or this cock?" I could tell then that he was angry and, I guess, jealous.
I kept waiting for someone else to come in the bathroom, but, the door wasn't opening. "On your knees," he said. I didn't know what to do. I had said I wanted to be submissive to him, I did love sucking his cock, but, not in a public bathroom. If someone saw us, we'd not only be embarrassed (we were almost 2 hours from home, though), we could get arrested for public indecency.
He grabbed my shoulders and tried to push me down. I looked down, the floor looked damp. "The floor ...." I muttered, but, still dropped down and took him in my mouth. I crouched, knees just above the floor so as not to get them wet and sucked him fast and deep. I prayed for him to cum quickly. My heart raced as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. I couldn't really keep my balance so I just dropped my knees onto the floor and sucked him. It seemed like an eternity, but, probably was 3 or 4 minutes until he tensed and blew his load in my mouth. He kept my mouth in place on his cock until every last bit of cum shot out and I swallowed all of it. He kind of smiled at me and then went out of the bathroom.
I was really, really drunk and my body was shaking with nerves. I can't believe no one had walked in. I washed my mouth out, dried my knees with paper towels and the hand dryer (they were only slightly damp) and tried to get composed. The thing was, as I stood there, I was rock hard. Sexually, it had turned me on.
Went back up to the restaurant and resumed the drinking and flirting. Finally, after dinner and more drinks, we all left. It was around 9:00. Kelly and I made out for about 5 minutes, exchanged numbers (she knew I was married) and, after walking the girls to their car, we went to ours and started to drive home.
I was really, terribly drunk and told Rick. He was no better and wasn't going to be able to drive home, either. About 10 minutes out of downtown. I saw an Embassy Suites and told him that I had to stop. He agreed and we got a room. Each of us called home and told our wives we just had to sober up before heading home and told them we were going to sleep it off and head home around 5:00 a.m. The wives were not too thrilled but, I guess, understood.
Rick grabbed the beer that we had left over from the ride up to the game and we headed to the room. In the room, I said, "Are you mad at me, because, if you are, I'm sorry, I just ....."
He looked at me and said, "Not mad." I rubbed his arms and went to kiss his neck and said, "Don't be mad, I'm sorry." He pushed me on the bed and stood over me, unzipping his pants and pulling his underwear off. "Get undressed," he told me. It was time, I knew. I reached over to my jacket pocket and pulled out some lube and lubricated condoms (I am so, so glad I thought to buy them a few days before and remembered not only to bring it in the car but bring it to the hotel) and handed it to him. "You've obviously wanted this," he said. I shut the lights off, stripped and put a pillow under my lower back, upper ass and spread my legs apart.
"Gentle, at first, please," I whispered. He put his cock in slightly and pulled out, then a little more, each time. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt. It did, particularly, when he was all the way (or a lot of the way) in. I moaned out. To his credit, he was, in his drunken state, very slow and gentle at first. His hands kept my arms pinned down and I tried not to scream out. After a minute, or so, it started to feel....good, I can't describe it. There was pain but, also, pleasure. Something about the rhythm .... I can't really describe it, but, it just felt really great. As I write this, I can still sense that rhythm. As it went on, he went faster and deeper.
I must have whispered 50 times, "You feel so good." He said nothing, just kept fucking me. I wanted to kiss him while we fucked, but couldn't reach to his mouth. As submissive as I felt sucking his cock, it was nothing compared to this. I felt so totally dominated by him, owned by him, controlled by him. It was so fucking incredible. He slipped out once or twice, but, quickly put his cock back in me. At times, I kind of squeezed my muscles around his cock .... man, what a feeling. I wished then that I had told him to fuck me bareback, but, the condom covered cock would have to do.
He stopped at one point, cock in me, and looked me in the eyes and said, "Maybe I should pull out now, you seemed to want that bitch instead of me." I pleaded, "No, don't please, I didn't want her, I want you ..... " He went back to fucking me.
He sped up and I knew it was time for him to shoot his load. I squeezed my muscles together once more and felt him coming. He pulled out and rolled over onto the bed. He slid his condom off and went to the bathroom. I lay in bed, in a heap. I was exhausted. Of course, the next morning, my legs and ass ached in ways that I never felt before, but, I guess that's a small price to pay for the absolute ecstasy I felt, that night.
He came back into bed and I started to kiss his chest. He had been sweating and I could taste his sweat. "That was incredible," I said. He was silent. I kissed him everywhere-his neck, his lips, his arms, his stomach, his chest. I worshiped his body. I told him, "I'm still so sorry for earlier, it will never happen again ..... I'm ...... yours, totally yours. Whatever you want, I'll do, whatever you say ....."
I just can't describe how submissive I felt. In my drunken mind, I wanted to call him "Master" (I didn't say it, but, I thought it, felt it). He said, "You better not ever pull that shit again, you're mine, you understand." I said that I did understand. "Kiss my feet," he said, "But, no jacking off for you, that's your punishment." I went down to his feet and did as told. I was so fucking submissive, he started to relax after a few minutes, he could see how totally weak I had become around him.
"Kiss them, good, slave," he finally said, laughing. I bit his foot, lightly, and he playfully kicked at my mouth. "Can I come up and kiss you Master?" I joked. He said nothing, so I took that as a yes, and moved to his mouth and started to open mouth kiss him.
As we started to drift off to sleep, I told him, "I don't want to scare you away, but ...... I am so into you, Rick. I ......" He sneered and said, "You should be." We fell asleep soon after. I woke up a couple times and couldn't seem to be close enough to him. I rubbed his body, slept right next to him.
So, anyway, I saw his jealous and possessive side that night. I also saw my own submissive side, in full view. The sex, well, I could see now that it's hard to let someone fuck you and not feel incredible emotions for that person.
We woke up around 4:00 and he went to take a shower. I went in the bathroom and said, "Can I...?" He nodded and I went into the shower, dropped to my knees and sucked him off one more time. When he blew his final load of the day/night into my mouth, I swallowed, looked up at him and said, "I'm yours, you know." He smiled and said, "I know."
October 3rd, 2011, 08:13 PM
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As we drove home, he dozed in the passenger seat. I had mixed feelings-wildly mixed feelings. Part of me hated his jealous and dominating actions, part of me simply wanted to completely succumb to him, be completely dominated by him. Part of me couldn't stand his demands (hell, orders) for sex, part of me wanted to stop the car right then, kiss his cock, and beg him to let me suck him again. Part of me hated his stunt in the restaurant bathroom, part of me wanted to bow down to him as I knelt on that bathroom floor and kiss the tops of his shoes and thank him.
Part of me wanted to yell at him to take his hand and jack me off, at least, after sucking his cock and giving him my virgin ass to fuck. Part of me felt like I could go forever without having an orgasm if that is what he wanted. Part of me wanted to run from him as fast as I could, part of me wanted to tell him that I was falling in love with him and wanted to run away with him.
My cock was so fucking hard as I drove and I was so horny thinking about the day before. He must have sensed me looking at him, thinking about him, because he opened his eyes and looked in my direction.
"Thanks for everything, yesterday," he said. "You're welcome, I had a great time, can't believe they pulled that game out," I said. I continued, "Rick, I want to tell you that ....." He looked at me, "What?" he said. "Never mind, I'm tired, we'll talk another time," I said. "Bullshit," he said, "Don't pull that shit with me, what do you want to say?" I sighed, "It's nothing, really, I just ....... it's going to sound stupid," I said.
But, I went on, and said, "I've never really been submissive before, never had someone else calling all the shots, but, I ........ well, I really like it, I just want you to know how much I like it." He smiled and said, "You're welcome and, uh...., I like being the boss, here. I've got some things I'd like to try out. Makes me fucking hot to see you do anything for me."
He grabbed my right hand and placed it on his pants, on top of his cock. I drove with my left hand. "Stroke that cock for awhile," he said, "I like the way that feels." I couldn't believe it, he was fucking hard again. "What are you a machine?" I laughed.
Now, later that morning, after I dropped him off and started heading home, I couldn't stop thinking about him. All these thoughts flooded my mind. His strong arms and chest, his scent, his sweat, his feet, his cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my ass......mostly, I thought of just serving him, doing whatever the fuck he said. I missed him as soon as he left the car. I know this is going to sound stupid, but, I felt like ..... I was developing real emotions for him. I had NEVER had someone so dominate my thoughts and my body.
I realized that all the conflicting feeling were just my ego, resisting my desire to be a sub. Once I realized that, I knew I had to let those resistant feelings go. He was in control, end of story. I liked it. I didn't like the fact that I constantly thought of him.
By noon, he texted me. I called him and he told me he wanted to fuck me again on Tuesday. I asked him if there was any way he could stop by the office after work today. He said he'd try.
Well, he came that Monday and Tuesday I saw him at lunch and ..... well, it will take forever to explain what happened last week.
October 3rd, 2011, 11:25 PM
Re: After Court
Wow! This is turning into quite a relationship. I think Rick has a tender side, but also likes to play the dominant game. My fear is that getting too deep into this might cause heavy problems for both of you. Particularly since you both are married and have children. But that is a decision that the two of you have to make and, in the mean time, have fun. I think it's great that your first anal contact went as well as it did and that Rick obviously wants more. You might have to make some definite rules about public action or you may end up in the other end of the court room facing the judge. Keep us informed.
October 4th, 2011, 11:12 AM
Re: After Court
Craiger, I guess the first anal went great in terms of emotions, etc. The physical part was a mixed bag. It did hurt. Lol. The ..... pressure, I would call it, was the strangest thing. Felt like, I don't know, like pressure. Lol. That was a bit (more than a bit, actually) uncomfortable. I did ache the next day. My legs really felt sore, like I had been through a major workout, probably just not used to them being in that position.
Last Monday, he did text me but I called him back, as I said. I did not want to wait until Tuesday to see him again. He said he'd try to stop after work and he did. I was waiting for him at the door. I couldn't think of anything but him, all day. He looked tired and dirty. I got him a beer and we went into my office. I immediately started to kiss his neck while he sat on the couch. His scent, the sweat, the musky smell, it just overwhelmed me. I stuck my tongue in and out of his ear while I rubbed his jeans covered cock with my hand. I whispered, "I need you inside of me." I had been drinking most of the afternoon, so all my inhibitions were gone by then.
He threw some pillows and blankets on the floor and laid there on the floor on his back. I pulled his shoes off, open mouth kissing his socked feet, then pulled his jeans off, open mouth kissing his underwear covered cock. I moaned out, "I love your cock." He slid his underwear down and said, "Suck it, then, show me...." I didn't need to be told, my lips were already around his pole, licking and sucking that gorgeous cock and tasting his sweat.
After a minute, he rolled over onto his stomach and said, "My ass, kiss that ." I moved my mouth onto his ass and open mouth kissed that, as well. Then, I moved to his asshole, giving him a rim job and, literally, licking the sweat from his ass. I buried my tongue into his asshole, licking him, darting my tongue in an out so fast that I was short of breath. He moaned with pleasure.
After a few minutes, he rolled over and told me to take my pants and underwear off. I did, and he applied a lot of lube. He slid his condom on and I rolled onto the pillow and spread my legs high in the air. Again, he was gentle going in. It did mildly hurt and I felt the pressure again, but, yet it felt so good. Can't quite describe it.
As we fucked, he went deeper and deeper. His condom slid partially off, so he had to adjust it. I wanted to tell him forget it, just fuck me bareback, but, I didn't. Eventually, he wanted to take me doggie style. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that position, but got on my hands and knees and he took me from behind. Strangely, the pain seemed more intense with that position but I found it to be more erotically satisfying. Eventually, my knees started to buckle a bit, but, still he pushed on. A few times, he gave my ass a slap and I yelped out a bit.
The condom again slid and he adjusted it once more and rolled me onto my back. I felt like I was going to cum as he fucked me, but, I didn't. After a total of 10 minutes or so, I felt him tensing so I tensed my muscles around his cock and let him pump me quickly and deeply. He moaned out and blew his load. The condom must have been sliding again because I felt some of his cum in and around my ass. He fell on top of me, my legs still spread wide, but, now I put my feet on the floor. He was breathing heavy and I open mouth kissed his neck and pulled his body close to mine.
He rolled onto his back and I kissed his strong, muscular arms. My body hurt but it also .... tingled, if that's the right word. My toes even hurt as I think I curled them every time he thrust into me. He was drenched in sweat and I fucking licked it off his chest and stomach. My cock was rock hard and I needed release.
"My feet," he said. I went to kiss them and he shook his head "no." He put them onto my cock and said, "Fuck them, I know you want to." I thrust my cock into and between his soles. It felt so good. His feet were a little rough but moist with sweat. I wanted to do it for hours but lasted, maybe, a minute. I blew a load all over his feet, his legs and the floor.
I collapsed next to him and ran my hand through his hair while kissing him. We just lay there, not moving, not speaking. I knew how I felt, I was just falling deeper and deeper under his spell. Because I was drunk and felt so vulnerable given the absolute ass pounding I had just taken, I told him, "I wish we could stay like this forever. I want you all the time, I think about you all the time...."
He cut me off, "You're in love," he laughed. I felt embarrassed. He was joking but he was partially right. He had to leave and did.
I sat there for a little thinking about everything. I knew where some of this submissive nature had come from. I've actually never told a soul about what happened years ago and only 2 other people know about it because they were there.
During the summer after high school, I had, finally, been with guy I had secretly wanted to be with for months. We went to school together and I had made months worth of sexual hints to him. Finally, one drunken night, we were cruising for girls but couldn't hook up with any. I told him that if he wanted a blow job that bad, I would give him one. He said, "OK," and drove to this secluded spot near a park.
As we sat there, he pulled his pants down and said, "OK, my dick is out." I bobbed my head down like I was going to suck him, but, my plan was not to do it. But, when my mouth was that close, I did. I started to suck him off. I remember the things he said to me, like "can I cum in your mouth" and "that feels good." Well, I sucked and sucked him, but, he couldn't cum. I made him pull his pants off, kissed his inner thighs and went back to sucking him. Finally, he did blow his load (in my mouth) and I remember kind of gagging a lot as I tried to swallow. But, his cum was dripping everywhere.
Wouldn't you know it, just then, I saw police lights and heard the familiar siren "chirp." An officer came to the driver side (where my friend was sitting) and saw immediately what we had been doing. He ordered us out of the car.
My friend pulled his pants on and we both exited the car. He told us we were going to be arrested. We both pleaded with him, told him how embarrassing it would be. He seemed unmoved. I begged him, I mean begged him.
Finally, he said, "Well, I'll tell you what, you do for me what you did for him and I might look the other way." Now, at the time, I was very thin and somewhat androgynous looking. I had pouty full lips and long hair. I remember saying, "What....?" The cop just laughed and said, "OK, then, let me get my cuffs." I pleaded, "No, no, I just wasn't sure what you were saying ..... I'll do it." The cop said, "Don't do me any favors." I pleaded, "No, I want to, I really want to." I really laid it on thick. My friend said, "Don't do it." I shook my head.
I dropped to my knees and the waited for the cop to unzip his pants. He looked at me and I knew he wanted me to do it. So, I did. I slid his underwear down just a bit and pulled his cock out. He wasn't real big, but, he was thick and he was erect. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him like there was no tomorrow.
I still remember his hands on the back of my head, forcing me deeper and deeper onto his cock. His hands were locked onto my head. I still remember the leathery smell of his body (probably his belt or boots). Mostly, I remembered how forceful he was, how he said things like, "You like sucking my cock, don't you. You little fucking fag, suck that dick."
The interesting part of it all was that while I blew my friend, I wasn't very hard. By the time I was sucking the officer, I was fully erect. He fucked my face until he blew his load in my mouth. Again, I gagged but was able to keep more of it in. He sort of yelled, "Swallow that all faggot." Some of his cum dripped onto his pants and boots. He pushed my head down and said, "Lick that all up." I did and will never, ever forget the taste of the tops of his boots mingled with his cum.
When I had cleaned him all up, he looked at me and said, "Well." I knew what he wanted me to say and I said it, "Thank you." He grabbed my hair and said, "Thank you, what?" I told him, "Thank you, sir." He told us both that we had better never tell a living soul about what happened and he said to me, "I want you back here tomorrow night, the same time. Remember, I know who you are and where you live."
Had it been now, I would have told the authorities on him. But, I was young then, scared to death of the world finding out that I was bi. It was 1983, far different times than now. I did go back there the next night and my cop was there waiting for me. I sucked him off probably 20 times that summer. Every time was similar to the first. Every time, I had trouble swallowing his entire load and ended up licking his boots and pants clean. Toward the end, he had some kind of fetish with his hands, wanted me to kiss them, which I did. He was actually good looking, probably in his late 20s. The only reason it ended was because I went away to college. The thing was (and is), I had never, ever been so fucking turned on. I loved how he used me, ordered me around. I loved being his submissive cocksucker, loved calling him "sir" and thanking him for letting me suck his cock. My friend tried to get me to give him another blow job later that summer and again in the fall. I did it, but, did it, mostly to keep him quiet. After being with a "real" man, I really didn't want to be with my friend anymore.
With Rick, I had it all over again, and I was overwhelmed with my erotic desires and the incredible sex. I knew that day that whatever Rick and I had/have, it's dangerous because we both are married with families. But, I knew I couldn't stop running to him and doing whatever he wanted. The week ended up to be as intense a week as I've ever had.
October 4th, 2011, 12:00 PM
Re: After Court
I do sort of have one more comment/question for now. I have read a lot in this forum and in other, straight forums (I have fantasies of being a sub with a female as well, I just have never really acted on those), about these submissive desires of mine. I can see in this Forum, there are many stories where the writer wants to be a cock sucking slave, wants to have a "Master," etc. Also, in reviewing the CraigsList posts long ago, I saw a lot of the same desires.
While I do really find the whole sub thing intense (to a degree), I have no overwhelming desires to be like a cock whore, taking multiple cocks in my ass and mouth and being used by multiple men. My desires are, of course, to be submissive and, strangely, there is some desire on my part to be the more "feminine" of the couple. By that, I don't mean, feminine acting or talking, because I am not that. For me, it's more of.....uhhhh, this is sort of strange, I guess it's that I have these fantasies where I wear like panties, instead of male underwear, as a way of showing that I'm the submissive one. Also, I like the idea of being the one always doing the kissing, snuggling, etc.
My cop was the one that made that fantasy ignite. This is further kind of odd, but, he used to want me to wear panties and sometimes pantyhose under my jeans. Back in those days, there were no Victoria Secrets to go to. I remember there was a Fredericks (or something like a Fredericks) where I'd buy stuff. It was all rather strange yet oddly erotic. The cop wanted to feminize me, I'm sure it made him feel more ..... masculine, I don't know. He was probably a closeted, self loathing gay man and he figured it was OK if I dressed more like a girl. A couple times, he wanted me to wear make up but I resisted that, sort of .....
I guess my point is how common are these "sub" desires and fantasies of mine? Anyone? Please, give me some input. As I begin to delve into the old cop stories (and don't feel bad for me, believe me, although the first time was a little scary, I LOVED sucking his cock and if I hadn't gone away to college, would have kept doing it-he was a strong, dominant alpha male and I ended up loving every minute with him), I really wonder how far (or not far) outside the norm I am.
October 4th, 2011, 04:55 PM
Re: After Court
Let me carry on a bit. As you can probably tell by the number of posts today, I did not see Rick today. In fact, I didn't see him yesterday, either. That was my choice based on events that happened at the Browns game this Sunday (10/2/11) but I'll get to that soon.
This whole relationship has opened up so many different emotions and feelings in me. Many of those emotions conflict with each other. I should also tell you that I saw Kevin (see one of my initial posts) on Friday. Kevin is my client that I have wanted to be with for years and years. Really, I have absolutely no doubt, now, that I am in love with Kevin and have been for a long, long time. I don't really know how it happened since Kevin and I have never had any kind of romantic relationship. But, I know what I feel and I know that simply seeing him brings out so many feelings (sexual and fraternal). I never, ever thought I could fall in love with someone that I have not had an emotional or sexual relationship with, let alone a man, but I just know it to be true. What happened Friday, more or less affected what happened Sunday with Rick. Mind you, I'm fairly certain I have real feelings for Rick, but, they are nowhere near the feelings that I have for Kevin.
This whole thing with Rick has also got me to thinking about my past and my sexual orientation. I have struggled my entire life with being bi-sexual. In some ways, I really wish that I was either completely straight or completely gay, it would have made things a lot easier. I have dealt with a lifetime of conflicting feelings. Now, I have never, ever felt that being with a man was, somehow, wrong. I never have and never will. The heart, body and mind want what the heart, body and mind want. Period. I think the problem has always been that there are things I really like about woman and things I really like about men. Truthfully, there are more things I like about women and, sexually, mentally and emotionally, I would say that I'm drawn more to women than men.
Part of it is just my physical tastes. I find so few types of men attractive. I would say out of every 1,000 guys, I might find 1 or 2 attractive. Out of a 1,000 women, the number would probably be around 100. I mean, even with women, I have certain tastes. They have to be thin, for example.
Sorry, my mind is just everywhere, today. After last Monday, Rick and I did not have anal sex again. He wanted too one day last week but, truth be told, my ass and body were too sore. Lol. I think anal sex is something I can do about 2 or 3 times a month. Who knows, though, maybe with more practice I could do it more.
Last Tuesday, I was sore. Yet, I ached to see Rick. I was almost obsessing about him. I was daydreaming about him for goodness sake. Couldn't get my mind wrapped around anything else. He texted me at lunch time on Tuesday. I called him and he simply asked if I needed some protein. We made arrangements to meet at a restaurant about a half hour from where he was working (and almost an hour from where I was). He was, he told me, getting an early quitting time, so we planned to meet around 2:00 so that he could be home around 4:00.
I drove to the restaurant and he was waiting in the parking lot. He got in my car and he said he already ate and didn't want to go in the restaurant. Fine with me. I wasn't there for food, I was there to suck his cock. He told me where to drive and, after a few minutes, we ended up in a little park. It was a warm, late fall, rainy day. We sat in my car and, once parked, he said, "Get to work." I bent over and unzipped his pants and slid his cock through the slit in his underwear. I slowly started to suck him. As always, there was the taste of sweat that I came to find so much of a turn on. I went slow, which he liked. He told me, "That's it, nice and slow, savor that cock." Music played on my stereo (it was, in fact, the Clash "London Calling" and I was sucking him while a song "Spanish Bombs" played). He was very ..... arrogant, I guess. He said things like, "I bet you feel great sucking that cock" or "I bet that feels good for you." It did and I told him so.
After a few minutes, he said, "I want you on your knees." I told him there was no way for me to fit on the passenger side floor. He opened the door and said, "Let's go." Now, it was sprinkling out, in fact, it was like a fine mist. I was in a suit and nice shoes but followed him into a wooded area. He leaned against a tree and said, "OK, on your knees, finish me off." I looked down, it was muddy. I told him that. He said, "That's not my problem, get down, now." Truthfully, I didn't want to, I mean, I was in a nice suit. I said, "Rick, I'm going to get all muddy, can't we go back in the car?" I saw his temper flare a bit and he said, "What the fuck did I say, get down on your knees. I've had to work in this shit all day, you're too good to get a little mud on you?"
I had seen this side of him at the game. I disagreed with him on some point he made about the Browns. He got pissed off at me. A short while later, when we went to the bathroom, he told me, "You think because you're a lawyer, you know more than me?" I told him I didn't but I disagreed with his point. He told me, "Yeah, well, you can either tell me I'm right or you can forget sucking my cock, later." I thought he had been joking, he wasn't. I backed down and told him he was right. He sneered and said, "How's it feel to be a fucking slave to this cock?"
Well, out in the rain, we were at the same point, it was like he had to prove that he was in control and, if he could demean me a little in doing it, well, so be it. So, I told him, "I just don't want to ruin my suit." He looked at me and said, "That's what dry cleaning is for. Now, get the fuck on your knees and suck that cock or you will never, ever suck it again. You hear me?"
I hated authority. I always have. I can't stand to be told what to do. It's what makes so much of my life a mystery to me. Like the cop, way back when. I don't like cops (it's not a personal thing, because, personally, I like most of them. I just don't like their arrogance and their belief that they are in charge) and, yet, I had sucked that cop's cock the whole summer. I wore panties for him, wore nylons, put lipstick and eyeliner on a couple times. I had kissed his hands, sucked his fingers (his fetish, not mine) and, because he liked it, begged him to suck his cock.
Now, here was Rick, same authority bullshit, same demands. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but, my cock, well, it was rock hard. I liked the submission, I liked the humiliation. So, I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out of his pants. He laughed-laughed, out loud. "Yeah, you need that cock in your mouth, don't you?" I looked up at him and nodded "yes." So, I sucked him, with my knees in the mud and the rain falling. He loved the power he had over me. His hands guided my head and my mouth at the pace he wanted. He blew an amazing load in my mouth and I swallowed every drop of his cum.
We went back to the car and I started it up and started to put it in reverse. He said, "Not, yet. We have a while, yet." He put his muddy boots onto my lap and said, "Clean those for me with a towel, I don't want all that mud to get in my car. If it does, you can clean it for me tomorrow." I grabbed some paper towels and a golf towel and cleaned his boots. He just smiled.
"Now," he said, "You can have some fun, too, take my shoes off." I did as told and could immediately smell his socks. They didn't smell bad, just sweaty and wet. I moved my mouth down and started to kiss his socked feet. He put one foot in my groin and rubbed it back and forth across my pants, over my cock, while I kissed his other foot. I was hard and, eventually, pulled his sock off the foot I was kissing and started to open mouth kiss the sole of his foot. The more he rubbed, the hornier I got. Eventually, as much as I tried not to, I started to cum. In my pants, in my underwear. I was a fucking mess. He just laughed. Not in a mean way, just in a way that ..... well, he thought it was amazing that his feet could bring me to a climax.
"Oh, fuck," I said, "I need a shower." I again started the car and, again, he told me, "Not yet. You're right, you do need a shower and, I think, some dessert." He opened the door and led me back to the trees. He had his stomach and chest against the tree, his ass facing me and said, "On your knees, again." I did, as told, without a fight. He dropped his pants down and said, "My ass, eat my asshole." I dove my tongue into his crack, licked and kissed it. I gave him one rim job after another. I reached around and felt his semi hard cock. He was amazing, sexually. At one point, he said, "Stop. I think I hear a car." I was so oblivious to it all, so completely in a swoon, I said, "I don't give a fuck, let them see me eating your ass." He laughed. Finally, he had had enough and we went back to the car. Of course, I had to clean his boots again.
I looked like a mess. But, I felt ...... incredible. Sexually, he was stripping away everything from me. He told me, "I have to tear you down, man. Break you ...... You say you want to serve me, but, you want to call all the shots. I call the shots." I told him, "You're right, you do." He touched my face with his hand and said, "Don't be mad. You still love me, right?" Then, he kind of laughed. "Right," I said, "I do still love you."
October 5th, 2011, 12:05 PM
Re: After Court
So, as I drove back to my office, I thought and thought. I didn't love him, of course. Had feelings for him, but, not love. Also, I started to wonder how much of his demands were role play and how much were the real deal. Same went for my actions. Is it even possible to separate the two? Who the hell knows.
Sexually, I was excited as I had ever been. I enjoyed being dominated, I did. I did my best to clean up at the office. Washed my underwear in a sink with softsoap and let them dry out (used the bathroom hand dryer, mostly, those things really blow hot air). My pants were filthy with mud. I, fortunately, kept some spare clothes at the office (sweats, shorts, that kind of thing) for days where I have to work late and don't feel like being in a suit all night (if I don't have to be in night court or see clients). The suit would be dropped off at the dry cleaners on the way home.
But, part of me felt bad. Part of it was guilt. Part of it was embarrassment or humiliation that I was doing these things. I mean, really, on my knees in mud, refusing to stand up to him, basically admitting I was his sexual slave, a slave to his cock. Was that the real me? I couldn't figure out an answer.
I drank coffee in my office and worked a while. I tried to make some sense of things, but, I couldn't.
I would end up with him the next day and Thursday as well. Shit, I have a call to take, so, I'll write more soon.
October 7th, 2011, 04:51 PM
Re: After Court
So, I tried to make sense of things but simply could not. Couldn't quite figure out why I was so attracted and, in a way, repulsed by the whole submissive thing. I was sure I could talk to Rick and get him to tone things down a bit, but, I wasn't sure if that's what I wanted.
Wednesday, he stopped at the office after he got off work. He didn't mince words because he didn't have a lot of time, he had to be home in a half hour. He simply stood in my waiting room area, unzipped his pants, and waited for me to blow him. He just wanted a simple blow job, obviously, without any bells and whistles. OK, by me.
I have found in my limited involvement in all this that, in terms of feeling absolutely submissive, there is nothing like being on your knees, in front of a guy, sucking his cock. He is in complete control. Sure, you can play with him and his cock a bit, but, at the end of the day. his hand or hands are on the back of your head or in your hair and his cock is in your mouth. Your job is simply to suck him until he blows his load in your mouth. Let's face it, he towers above you given the fact that you are on your knees, so, really, it is the height of submission.
Obviously, that is a turn on for me. Rick was a little shaggy down there. Looked like he hadn't shaved in several days. Again, OK by me. Pubic hairs, no pubic hairs-all the same thing. It's the cock that matters. He blew his load in my mouth, I swallowed and he zipped up and said he had to go.
Thursday, he stopped again after he got off work. He looked exhausted and was really pretty filthy. He said he had a rough day. We had a while because he told his wife he was going to stop after work for a few beers and watch the first half of the college football game on ESPN. I put it on in my office, got him a drink and sat next to him on the couch and rubbed his strong and tense shoulders. I kissed his arms, his back, his neck, his ears, really, anywhere my lips could reach. I realized I was far more attracted to him when he was sweaty (after work) than when he was showered and clean (like at the game). Truth be told, I loved the taste of his sweat, loved the smell of his body and even loved the faint odor of his perspiration. He was "all man."
I rubbed his cock through his pants and he was already hard. He said, "Take your pants off, I want to fuck." I kissed his cheek and said, "I'm still kind of sore down there, can I take a rain check on that, today." He shook his head and said, "No. I want to fuck that ass. C'mon." I said, "Rick, I'm not trying to be a dick, but, I'm really still kind of sore down there, please, I'll be fine by Sunday, please, can we wait until Sunday." He didn't seem to like my answer.
Finally, he said, "Fine. Just lay on your back on the couch." I did as told, putting my head on a small couch pillow. He unzipped his pants, pulled them and his underwear off and moved his groin over my face. He stuck his cock in my mouth and, literally, started to fuck my mouth. He really jammed it in and out and deep. I gagged several times and could barely keep up with him. I also was having a tough time breathing. Still, up and down, in and out he pumped. He grunted and seemed to go faster and faster. There were no emotions. I was simply a cock and cum receptacle. He tensed and blew his load down my throat. I started to gag and cough, but, was able to take most of his cum in and swallow.
Now, I was horny as fuck. I started to kiss him and reached down to stroke myself. He pulled my hand away and said, "No." He leaned back on the couch and stuck his socked feet on my underwear covered cock (I had by now, unzipped my pants). "Fuck my feet,' he said. So, as we had the other day, I kissed one while he rubbed my cock with his other foot. I grinded my cock into his sole and open mouth kissed his other foot. I could feel I was ready to cum and he stopped. "Take my sock off," he said. He pointed to the foot on my cock. I pulled his white sock off and he slowly rubbed his foot onto my underwear covered cock. I went back to kissing his other foot and, soon, I tensed and, before I could cum, he again stopped.
"I want you to put my sock on your cock, don't you want to fuck my sock?" he asked. I was so horny, so ready to cum, I just shook my head "yes." I did as told and slid his sock over my cock. He pulled my underwear off and stuck his sole on my now sock covered cock. I started to kiss his other foot and again, he rubbed my cock with his foot. Within 30 seconds I tensed and was ready to cum. He stopped again and this time said, "All right, let's watch some of this game."
I was absolutely writhing in ecstasy. I reached my hand down to stroke myself and he said, "No, no cumshot for you today. I can't fuck you, you can't cum." I begged him, "Oh, come on, please Rick, I want you to fuck me so bad, I just need a couple more days, please, please, let me ....." I said. He just stared at me and said, "I said 'no.'"
He stared at me and said, "In fact, I don't want you jacking off, getting head from your wife or fucking your wife until I get to cum in your ass. When we fuck, you can cum, not a minute before, understand? I put up with this "denial" shit from my wife, I'm not about to put up with it from you."
I ceased putting up a fight and just accepted it. For the rest of the night we were together, I just lay at his feet, rubbing them, kissing them, licking them. I was so horny, I couldn't keep my hands or my lips off his body. Amazing how totally submissive you become in those moments when you're desperate to cum.
When he left, he warned me not to cum. He said he'd know if I did and if I did, my days of sucking his cock were over. I just told him, "I won't. You're the boss." He actually kissed me, open mouth, and then said, "That's right, I am the boss."
We were going to see the Browns again on Sunday. I knew my wife had started her period, so there was no way we were going to have sex before Sunday. I sure as hell wasn't about to jack off and risk him finding out. I'd lived with blue balls before, I could do it for three more days.
But, you know, when you're in that state of denial, it's hard, you feel weak, you will do just about anything to release and orgasm. I played with myself a bit just to get close to cumming but stopped short. Anyway, he left me in that state and, indirectly, led me to alter our romantic and sexual path.
The next day, Friday, out of the blue, Kevin stopped at the office. He needed a favor. I could never deny Kevin anything he wanted and, certainly, wasn't able to in my present submissive state.
Kevin. I can't believe he came back into my life just then.
Things don't happen the way you might think but I'll get to that in a minute.
October 7th, 2011, 06:15 PM
Re: After Court
Unlike many people who fantasize about being a cock slut and cum whore, the whole idea of being a sub, of taking whatever the top wants to dish out, doesn't sit so naturally with me. I fantasize about it and, then, I feel .... I don't know, disconcerted that I would submit to such a thing. As I've said, I love it, at times, and loathe it, at times.
Rick was playing the part that I wanted him to play. He had settled into the role of a dominant lover quite nicely. He also threw a little humiliation into the mix, which, I admit, I enjoyed. It shouldn't have bothered me at all, but, it did. Don't really know why. I think in a lot of ways, it's easier to fantasize about this stuff than live it. In your fantasies, you control everything and can stop things any time you want (usually, right after you're done jacking off or coming). In real life, well, a lot of it is outside your control.
Last Friday, I had court all morning and went to lunch. I could not stop thinking about the taste of Rick's cock, his cum, his muscles, fuck, everything. The night before, had my wife not been on her period, I would have made love to her. She looked so beautiful, so sexy. I missed having regular sex with her. I missed making love to her, being close to her.
I started to drink at lunch and drank quite a bit. I really had nothing in terms of work that afternoon, so, no big deal. I got back to the office around 4:30, just before the office closed. As I walked in through the waiting area, I saw Kevin, sitting with a fairly pretty girl. "Hey," he said in his familiar tone of voice. He kind of had a slow cadence or drawl, can't really describe it. "Hey?" I responded, "What are you doing here?" He smiled, "I need to talk with you, do you have a couple of minutes, it's important."
I told him I did but asked for a few minutes. I told my secretary to head home and, then, went and got Kevin and the female from the waiting room and brought them into my conference room. She was cute, looked about 25, longer brown hair, thin body, about 5' 7". She wore hot fucking boots-really, hot looking and she had a great ass. How fucked am I that as I walked behind them down the hall to the conference room, I was checking out both their asses.
Kevin still had a great ass. His blue jeans were worn and faded around his ass and they were also a bit worn and faded near his cock. It was as if he had so many hard ons that they gently wore down the front of his jeans. His hair was thinning and he had lost some of his boyish good looks, but, still, my heart was beating as I watched him. I wish my description could do justice as to how much I was attracted to and loved this guy.
We sat in the conference room and he introduced me to the girl (didn't call her his girlfriend, but, I assumed they were dating). Her name was Amy and she really was cute. She looked stoned, though.
We made small talk. Asked him how he has been, that kind of stuff. He asked if I had been drinking and I told him the truth, told him I hadn't expected to see any clients. He asked if I had any beers and, if so, could he have one. I went and got him and Amy one.
As we talked, I couldn't get my eyes off his body. His cute mouth, his thin build, that worn out part of his jeans near his groin, even his tennis shoes. Of course, I was instantly hard as I always was around him. If he only knew how much of a hold he had on me (well, see, I think he does have some idea of something, because, believe me, whenever he needs something, he knows I will come through and he has no problem asking).
The problem this time was his rent. He didn't have it and the landlord was threatening to evict him. I sighed, "How much do you owe?" He told me, "Only about $750." I sighed again, and said, "Well, if he hasn't filed a formal eviction, we can ...." He cut me off and said, "I know, but, I was wondering if you could loan me the money?" I shook my head "no" and said, "Kevin, we've been down this path before, you know I can't loan clients money." He said, "Right, but, I'm not your client right now and I could pay you back."
"How," I said, "you're always broke." He pointed at Amy and said that she was a dancer at a mens club, said she made $1,500 a week, usually. "Well," I said, "if she makes that in a week, let me call your landlord, stall him for a week, explain to him how time consuming evictions are when a lawyer gets involved and then you can make enough to pay the rent."
He moved in closer to me and put his hand on my leg and said, "Please, I need it now, I'm all out of time, we can't wait a week." I sighed. I drank from my own drink. But, I didn't say "yes."
I looked at Amy and said, "You make $1,500 a week, you must be a hell of a dancer." She smiled and said, "I am." I laughed and said, "It must be the boots." She laughed and said, "They're sexy aren't they?" I nodded my head, "yes." Kevin then said to her, "See, I told you." I said, "Told her what?" He smiled and said, "I told her you were into boots and feet and all that."
I looked puzzled and said, "First, how do you know that? Second, so what, you had her wear her sexiest boots so you could get a loan from me?" He laughed and said, "Well ...... but, don't you remember that night I ran into you at the Dome (a local bar), you told me that night you had a foot fetish."
I did remember. It had been a long time ago. I had been drunk and I kept hinting around to him that I was horny as fuck and would do anything to find a pair of feet to rub and a warm body to have sex with. I had thought that he might at least use my foot fetish against me that night, saying something like "if you want feet that bad, you can have mine." But, he hadn't. Instead, he had waited all these years to bring it up.
Amy said, "A lot of guys like feet. I think it's hot to have a guy play with my feet."
"Feet, aside, Kevin, I don't know about loaning you money....I mean, I don't normally do that..." I said. He said, "Please, you're the only person who can help, here. I'll do anything for you."
I paused, looked him in the eyes and said, "Anything, huh?"
He repeated, "Anything."
October 7th, 2011, 06:23 PM
October 8th, 2011, 08:21 PM
Re: After Court
Oooh, I see where this is going, haha.
October 10th, 2011, 01:56 PM
Re: After Court
Thanks for the compliments 62624 and, Wildbeast, you must have better vision than me because I didn't see where it was all heading.
He said, "Anything." Now, imagine that for years and years I had pined away for Kevin. I had a schoolboy type crush on him, fantasizing about him, masturbating to the thoughts of him, sneaking a 1,000 looks at his body.....just a long, long time of dreaming about being with him.
But, I had tried through the years. Dropped every hint imaginable. He wouldn't budge. Now, of course, was my chance, trade the money for a chance to be with him, sexually. I couldn't imagine one thing, sexually, he could do to me that I wouldn't enjoy. I truly would do ANYTHING he wanted. Fuck, I'd financially support him forever if he'd just have a small relationship with me.
It had been easy propositioning Rick, in a way. If I had struck out with Rick, if he'd said "no," I had nothing invested in it. With Kevin, it was years of dreams and fantasies. The funny thing is, in that moment, I wondered what the hell I was doing, I mean, Rick was younger, stronger, as good looking and more stable. But, it was Kevin who held a spell over me. Always Kevin.
I was drunk, but, I was sober enough to realize that Amy was there, too. I would be propositioning him with a witness present (and a female to boot). I had a sense of dread, of fear, that he would say "no" and be gone from my life forever. I wasn't about to take the risk.
"I don't know, Kevin, I don't even know what 'anything' means ..... what do you have in mind?" I said. Amy cut in and said, "How about a private dance? I'm really good at it.' Kevin said, "She is, she has a lot of happy customers-she charges like a hundred for a half hour-she can do it for free if you loan me the money and I promise, I'll pay you back."
I looked at Amy and said, "Now, I see why you wore the boots." She just gave me a wry smile. I continued, "Kevin, I don't even have $750 on me, someone brought some cash in today ...." I reached in my pocket, "I've got about $450...." He said, "That will work." I handed him the money. He got up and said, "I'll be back in an hour." Before I could say, "What the fuck?" he was out the door.
Amy took my hand and said, "Where do you want the dance at? Do you have music anywhere in here?" I told her my office had a computer, she could get something from the internet and she said "great." I led her to my office and sat on my couch. She went to Youtube and put a song on. I couldn't tell you the name, all I can tell you is it seemed to have a lot of bass and sexual lyrics. She gyrated above me, leaning into me so that her breasts touched my chest, she casually dropped her hands and arms (and knees) near my groin, rubbing into my cock, ever so slightly, causing me to get very aroused.
She was very pretty and a great dancer. Very fucking sexy. I wondered how many times Kevin had fucked her, how many times her pretty mouth had sucked his cock. After a song, she went to the computer, clicked another link and started again. This time, she slid her jeans off (but put her boots back on) and pulled her shirt off. She had no bra, so her breasts were out and she wore a yellow thong bikini. My hands moved to her legs and ass, they were firm and felt good. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to suck Kevin's cock. I was all fucked up.
She stuck her booted foot in my crotch and rubbed it slightly. Then she moved forward so that her tits were in my face. The song ended on the computer. She went to put another on and I grabbed her by her ass. "Stay here, fuck the song. Lay down on the other end of the couch, I want to ....... play with your feet," I said. She smiled and did as I asked. She put one boot towards my face and I slid it off, thrust my face into her socked foot (she had black ankle high socks on) and inhaled her foot's scent. It was fantastic, the perfect mingling of sweat, suede or leather and some form of lotion (maybe pear scent). I started to kiss her socked foot and couldn't control myself. I had been so horny. I open mouth kissed her socked foot, then pulled her sock off and started to lick and kiss her bare sole. She leaned back and said nothing. I was lost, in dreamland as I kissed. Finally, she pulled her foot away and said, "Don't forget the other one." I did the same to her right foot.
My cock was aching, pushed against my underwear and pants. She sort of sat up, unzipped my pants, and slowly massaged my cock through my underwear while I kissed her feet. I needed to cum, but, didn't want her to think I could only last a minute. Anyway, this felt so good, I wanted it to last forever. After a few minutes, I could last no longer and exploded in my underwear. I groaned aloud and she gripped my cock through my underwear and started to stroke it quickly. Finally, I fell back. Another mess in my underwear.
I looked at her and she just smiled. Thankfully, after my last encounter with Rick, I had gotten smart and bought a pack of underwear to leave at the office. I went to clean up and put a new pair on. When I got back, she was drinking a beer. She looked at me and then the beer and said, "I got it myself, hope you don't mind."
I shook my head. "Listen," I said, "I really enjoyed that but I mean, Kevin..... you know...." She said, "We're just friends. He won't mind, he doesn't even really need to know." I looked at her and said, "Friends, hmmm, friends with benefits, I assume?" She laughed and said, "Fuck buddies, you might say."
She rubbed her foot onto my lap and said, "You and I could be friends, too." Now, it was my turn to laugh, "Friends, hmmmmm, well, then Kevin and I would be drinking from the same bottle of wine, wouldn't we?" She laughed and said, "I like the way you talk, I love intelligent men." I gave her a puzzled look and she said, "Like I said, Kevin's more of a fuck buddy, a roomie, sort of ...... the intelligent thing doesn't necessarily apply to him."
"I'm married," I said. She smiled and said, "I know, we didn't really do anything, just a private dance .... with benefits." I laughed out loud. She continued on, "I don't want to embarrass you," she said, "but, you have a nice cock." I nearly spit out my mouth of beer. "I see," I said, "I'll bet you say that to all your friends." she laughed. I said, "You are gorgeous and I love your feet." She said, "Thanks, I love guys that no how to pamper them, most men don't." I replied, "Kevin doesn't?"
She said, "No, guys like Kevin could care less about my feet, he's worried about other body parts." I said, "I see, so 'guys like me....'" She said, "Most of the guys I know that like feet are professionals, they're not just worried about sticking their dicks into me." I said, "So, Kevin....?' She laughed and said, "is worried about sticking his dick in me."
"Is he good at it?" I asked. She said, "Sometimes yes, mostly average." She put her foot towards my mouth and said, "Don't worry about Kevin, right now. Kiss my feet some more." I did as told.
This had not been the first time I had been with one of Kevin's women. The other time had happened a long, long time ago. She was barely 18, she had fallen in love with me. Truth be told, I had fallen for her.
With Amy, I realized I was close to Kevin's cock, close to his life. Maybe, there was a way to integrate all this, have some piece of him.
October 10th, 2011, 07:13 PM
Re: After Court
In my opinion, Rick is being an asshole and taking advantage. I understand you like the submissive role, but he's just going over the top, treating you poorly...
October 11th, 2011, 10:15 AM
Re: After Court
Mav, I tend to agree with you. He would, however, have a chance to redeem himself last Sunday and .... well, I get to that in a second.
Back to Friday. Amy and I talked a bit more, she offered to "work" off the money I loaned Kevin. Offered me private dances for $50 an hour (a significant savings from her normal rate - Lol) and I told her that I'd think about it. She said Sundays through Wednesdays were the best days for her as that was her "slow" period. Thursdays through Saturdays were her busy nights at the club. She gave me her cell phone number.
Kevin eventually returned to pick her up. He didn't come in, she just went out to the parking lot and they left. I was tired and spent. It was still early but I couldn't drink anymore and I wasn't ready to go home yet. I laid on my couch, covered myself with a blanket, put a CD in the computer, and thought about everything.
When I was younger, I fucked around constantly. Every night it seemed like I was with someone else. Scores of women, a few guys sprinkled in, but, my mind and body seemed obsessed with sex. By the time I hit 30, I was pretty exhausted by it all. Also, realized all that meaningless sex was ... well, meaningless. It left me feeling empty a lot of times. I had serious relationships throughout but I was never really faithful to my girlfriends.
When I initially started to represent Kevin, he was in a ton of trouble. I had been court appointed to represent him. He had a lot really stupid charges (bad check type things). He was very young and foolish. While out on bond, he picked up new charges and the judge held him in jail without bond pending the completion of all his cases. At the time, he was dating a girl named Lauren. She had strawberry blond hair, had just graduated from high school and had just turned 18. She had run track at her high school, was going away to college that fall. She was very pretty and very smart. I never really understood how he had landed with her, but, he had.
Well, she would be in court when we had court dates and, one day, she needed a ride after court. She lived near my then office and I told her that I would drop her off. We talked a bit and she seemed really sweet. A few nights later, I was at a bar/restaurant that I frequently went to and saw her busing tables. She told me she had just gotten the job and was going to work it all summer to save money for college. She got off work and she sat with me at the bar, talking. We eventually went to breakfast and I drove her back to her car, after we ate. We talked a few more minutes and then, boom, we started making out. One thing led to another and we started talking to each other on the phone (pre-cell phone days way back in the mid 90s). Next thing I knew, we were spending a lot of time together, dating. She was 13 years younger than me, but, it seemed wonderful. I didn't cheat on her. I felt terribly guilty about Kevin, but, it wasn't like either of us planned it. She never told Kevin about us and she dutifully went to his court hearings, but, she told him that she had moved on while he had been locked up. He was hurt and angry, but, I guess he got over it (although years later, he told me that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him).
That fall, she went away to college. It was terribly hard on her. She called me, nightly, crying, saying she missed me. She was hours away and I did go to visit her a few times. In the end, I knew that in order for her to grow and really enjoy her college years, we had to split up. It was horrible for both of us. Somehow, though, I stayed strong enough to stay away from her. Believe me, I ached, but I did it. We got through it and life somehow went on for both of us. We still, to this day, talk and I see her when she comes back to town. She's a teacher, now, married with children. There is always that wonderful bittersweet feeling when we talk or see each other.
Anyway, I always felt really shitty about doing that to Kevin. So, I felt sort of odd with this whole Amy thing. The funny thing about Lauren was that as much as I was attracted to Kevin, I never thought of him when I was with her. With Amy, my initial reaction, though, was, I have to find a way to get Kevin involved in this (a 3 some, anything).
On top of everything, I really did feel guilty about my wife. I had made commitments to her and my family. I loved her. I didn't want to cheat on her. Our sex life had dwindled but what did I expect? She was tired from watching, raising, cooking for and taking care of 3 kids and our house. And, here I was, back to my nympho days where I wanted to fuck everything that moved.
That Sunday, Rick and I met at the office. We were going to see the Browns again. They were playing Tennessee and the mood at the stadium was uglier that game than the week before. The Browns were getting blown out at halftime. Rick and I drank and talked, but, there was definitely a distance between us. I'm sure he felt grossly betrayed by me in that I wouldn't let him fuck me earlier in the week. I thought that he was taking the whole dom thing too far. He was being an asshole about a lot of things.
Midway through the 3rd quarter, it was clear the Browns weren't coming back. Rick said, "Let's go, we'll have more time to fuck." Now, I knew I was going to piss him off further, but, I had no intention of fucking him that day. In fact, all day, I had been daydreaming about Amy and Kevin. Those daydreams had, in fact, been dominating my thoughts since Friday.
I told Rick, "Man, I'm sorry, but, I have to get home early this week. My wife doesn't feel good and she's already pissed off about last weekend. I can give you a quick blow job, I mean, I want to give you a good blow job, I just don't think I have time to fuck today."
He was pissed. He glared at me and said, "Fine. Suck my cock, but, you will not cum, again, today. You want to cum, open that ass up." I sort of smiled and said "OK." We drove back home and he napped. I rubbed his leg on the way home, I didn't want him to think anything was wrong, but, I felt differently about him.
We finally got back to my office. The whole 2 hours home, I thought about Amy. In fact, during one bathroom break at the Stadium, I had called her and asked if I could have one of the dances later. She agreed to meet me at the office around 7:00. When Rick and I got there, it was about 6:00. I had an hour before she'd get there, so I had to blow him and get him the hell out of dodge.
We went into my office and I said, "I want to be on my knees, I want you to see how sorry I am about not fucking...." He pushed my shoulders down, so I went to my knees and he stood before me. I unzipped his pants, open mouth kissed his underwear covered cock until he started to get very hard and then I really played it up. "Rick, I need your cock, let me suck you, now." He sort of snickered (or grunted) and I slid his underwear down and took his cock in my mouth. I was not interested in stretching this out, so, I immediately started to deep throat him and pushed that cock of his in and out of my mouth. He still turned me on, though, because, I felt my own cock getting hard and rising in my jeans.
Rick said something like, "Yeah, you missed that cock, didn't you?" I nodded "yes' while I sucked. He eventually tensed and blew his load in my mouth. I told him, "Damn, you taste so good. I love the taste of my man."
He left and I pretended to leave too. Then, I headed back to the office and waited for Amy.
October 12th, 2011, 05:36 PM
Re: After Court
She had on a tiny black skirt, black thigh high socks (with white stripes near the top) and a tiny white halter type top. She wore a coat, but, it came off as soon as she stepped in my door.
We said "hi" and went into my office. An old 80s song was playing on my computer ("Life In Northern Town") and she went to change it to some other kind of music. I told her to leave it alone and just dance slowly to that song. She laughed and said, "OK, but, it's not going to be to good, you can't really dance ....." I grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth. She seemed shocked and I said, "Just dance."
She did, leaning over me, slowly gyrating her hips onto my groin. I rubbed her thighs and ass. Maybe, this lasted a minute before I pulled her onto the couch, slid her shoes off and started to inhale and kiss her socked feet. I moved up her calves and then kissed her thighs. She spread her legs wide apart and said, "Your turn today." I started to kiss her panty covered pussy. She was wet.
"Your friend was only average, today, I need ....." she said, then moaned. I slid her panties off and started to lick, slurp, suck (and anything else I could think of) her pussy. It dawned on me then that if she and Kevin had fucked early (and, indeed, he had been "average" and obviously hadn't brought her to orgasm), he had blown his load in her. Some of it had to still be there (unless of course she had showered, but, given the scent of her feet and body, I didn't think she had).
My mouth was deep into her pussy and on her clit. I imagined that I could taste his cum, mingled with her juices, but who the fuck knew. She ground her pussy into my face, moaning, quietly, gyrating her hips. There really is no feeling quite in the world like bringing a man or woman to an orgasm. With women, it seems even more intense. Their bodies really tense before their orgasm. Amy's was no exception. She moaned out and her body shook.
We were both breathing heavily. It was an incredible experience. My cock was hard, but, she made no move to release my tension. She just lay there, breathing heavily. I moved to her feet and started to massage them and kiss them.
After a few minutes, she sat up, unzipped my pants, slid them and my underwear down and started to stroke my cock. I had made love to my wife the night before, so, I knew I'd last a long time. At some point, she pulled her feet from me and moved down to lick my cock. She continued to stroke and, after awhile, I came.
After, we sat there, and I went back to her feet. "That was incredible," she said, "I can only imagine what it would be like to ...... oh, and I'm sorry." I was puzzled and said, "About what?" She was very hesitant and said, "Well, you know, I mean, Kevin, he came in me and then ...."
I laughed, "It's OK," I said, "I'm sure all ..... traces of him were gone." She looked at me and said, "If you say so, you really don't mind?" I really laughed and said, "Listen, I could give two fucks, I kind of go with the flow and the flow said dive in their and give you some release."
She laughed now and said, "Are you bi?" I shook my head (and lied) and said, "No, not even close. Do I look bisexual?" She said, "What exactly does a bisexual look like?" I laughed then and said, "Well ...... uh, not me, how's that?"
The truth was, it turned me on to no end to know that I had been where Kevin's cock had just been. I knew the fantasies would start, in my mind, of fluffing him so that he could fuck her, that kind of thing.
She kissed my neck and said, "I'll bet you're great in bed, you know how to bring a woman ..... pleasure. You should talk to your friend about that." I smiled and said, "Hmmmm, well, maybe we can have a threesome and I can show him. Threesomes are a turn on for us bis."
She kind of pushed me away and laughed but I wondered of she suspected something. It didn't matter. I was getting closer to Kevin, I could just sense it. The only problem was that I was really attracted to Amy. So, in my mind, all the scenarios with Kevin and sucking him seemed to involve her being there too. I guess the other bigger problem was, of course, that I was married.
The whole thing was fucked up. The whole last couple weeks had been fucked up. I really didn't know what I was doing or where I was headed. But, I had not felt this sexually free in a long, long time.
October 13th, 2011, 04:55 PM
Re: After Court
Free, on the one hand, imprisoned on the other. Rick had gone from the golden lover to someone I did everything to avoid over the next days. As quickly as I fell under his spell, it seems, was as quickly as I ran as far and as fast as possible from him. I ignored him Monday and Tuesday of last week. I also did not contact Amy.
By Wednesday, I actually did talk to Rick but just begged off meeting him. I knew a showdown of some sorts was coming with him. I couldn't blame him for being upset. I had gone from being a totally submissive cocksucker to someone who just avoided him.
Amy called me Wednesday. Wanted to meet with me. Something important, she said. I told her to stop by the office after 5:00. She showed up dressed normally. She seemed stressed. She asked for a beer, which I got her. She asked if she could "party" a little. I told her it was OK to get high if that's what she wanted. She lit up. For the life of me, I'll never understand why people just don't use good old fashioned rolling paper anymore, but, they don't (and she didn't-it's all this "blunt" shit).
She basically told me that Kevin was stressing her out. She said it was hard to find a guy that wasn't overly jealous and possessive of her, given her job as a dancer, and hard to find a guy that didn't mind if their girl danced, naked, for unknown men. I understood all that. But, she said, Kevin was getting downright strange about me. Asking a lot of questions, suspicious that we were actually fucking as opposed to what we were doing (which she told him was just some mild dancing and foot fetish play). He had brought up that I had already stolen one girl from him and ....
I cut her off and said, "What? What did he say? Who?" Amy said, "Some girl a long time ago, Lori or something. Why? What happened? Did you?"
I quickly said, "No, not really. Wait, what exactly did he say?" She repeated what she had told me. My mind spun, I couldn't for the life of me figure out how he knew. I never told him and I'm sure Lauren hadn't. My mind raced while she talked. I thought about it and figured, you know, Lauren and I certainly hadn't secluded ourselves back then. I'm sure someone must have seen us somewhere and told him. On the other hand, we tried to keep a low profile back then and since she wasn't 21 (and couldn't legally drink) we had not frequented bars.
Amy looked at me and said, "Are you listening to me?" I said that I was. "So," she said, "I don't know what he wants, what to do." I was puzzled, I hadn't been listening and didn't know what she was asking about.
"Huh?" I said. "I don't understand the problem," I continued. She laughed and said, "He thinks we're fucking." I laughed too and said, "So, tell him we're not." She said that she had but he didn't really believe it. "Well," I said, "it was his idea to set up this whole private dancing thing, what the fuck?"
"What do you want me to do, stop seeing you, stop having dances?" I asked. She shook her head "no." She said, "Maybe, you could talk to him or .... maybe he could like watch us, one time, so he could see nothing going on. I mean, nothing would be able to go on. I could dance a little, you could kiss my feet, I don't know."
Kevin as part of the whole thing. Now, there was an idea I could wrap my arms around. I wanted to fuck Amy, I wanted to suck Kevin ..... what more could I ask for than to have them both in an explicitly sexual atmosphere? I liked the possibilities. But, I knew that he wasn't necessarily interested in any kind of sexual encounter with me. But, maybe, I thought, his own insecurities would force him into a limited encounter. Maybe, I could show him that I wanted to be submissive to both him and Amy. Maybe, I could start small. Have his feet near hers when I kissed her feet. It wouldn't be a big move, at that point, to give a little kiss to his feet. Each time, I could push it a little more until finally ......
I looked at Amy and said, "We'll figure something out, this will all work out. Don't worry." She was getting stoned and mellowing out. She brushed my face with her hand and said, "I'm not worried, anymore. I know you'll take care of it." She slid her feet onto my lap and said, "Until then, let's have a little fun, OK?"
Who was I to argue with a gorgeous girl?
October 20th, 2011, 03:31 PM
Re: After Court
I wasn't able to put off Rick any longer than that Thursday. He texted that he was stopping at the office after work. I dreaded the confrontation.
Around 6:00, he showed up. I had loosened myself up by having about 3 drinks in the hour before he appeared. He looked exhausted after a hard day's work. We went into my actual office and he sat on the couch and I got him a beer. He wanted to know what the hell had been going on. I started to tell him that I just needed a break, that it was getting too complicated, but, I couldn't bring myself to say anything.
Instead, I dropped to my knees, between his legs and rubbed his jean covered thighs. I kissed his crotch and whispered, "Nothing, I've just been so busy, I'm sorry....." and, then, I was overcome with a overwhelming desire to suck his cock. I made out with his crotch, kissing it, licking it, breathing on it and rubbing my cheek against his cock while I kissed his thighs. I kissed all down his legs to his feet and kissed the tops of his boots. I unlaced them, took them off, then reached up, pulled his pants off and started to kiss his underwear covered cock.
"Fuck that," he said and slid his underwear down and spread his legs. His cock stood upright and I slid my mouth onto it and started to suck him. I had to wonder what had come over me as I loved his cock, loved serving him. I couldn't seem to get enough of him in my mouth, couldn't get enough of his taste. He blew his load quickly and I swallowed every drop.
He, obviously, didn't think there were any significant problems and he left shortly after. At least, I didn't make some final break from him. I loved being his suck and fuck toy. I did. But, I just couldn't get Kevin out of my mind.
I convinced Kevin to come to my office the next night. He was clearly high when he arrived. I could smell the weed on him. He drank a beer and we talked.
I told him that I hoped he didn't have a problem with me and Amy. He had been right, I said, I had an out of control foot fetish and I loved the fact that she let me kiss her feet. I told him that I hoped he knew that nothing more was going on (which was a lie) and I asked (yes, asked) for his permission to continue to get the private dances and foot worship sessions with Amy.
"I don't get it," he said, "you just....kiss her socks and feet, what the fuck?" I laughed and said that was about it. I told him that he should watch us the next time so that he could see nothing went on between us. He shook his head and said, "No way, I don't want to see that."
He sighed and said, "I just ...... she'll do anything for money, I don't know, I just don't want her...." I laughed and said, "Kevin, in this economy, most people will do anything for money. You borrowed money from me and set up this whole thing why do you now worry about it?"
He didn't say anything. I went on, "She's giving me a break on price right now, but, once the debt is paid off, I'll pay her $100 for an hour with her feet....that's a lot of money to let a guy kiss your feet." He muttered, "I guess." I said, "Oh, you wouldn't let someone kiss your feet for a hundred bucks?" He looked at me and said, "Not a guy."
I said, "Oh, OK, not a guy, but if a woman wanted to, would you tell her 'no'?" He thought and said, "No, I guess not."
Again, that day, I had been drinking most of the afternoon. I was loose and figured now was my chance. I said, "You know, I find it hard to believe you would say 'no' even to a guy." He looked at me and said, "Believe it."
I pulled 2 $50 bills out of my pocket and said, "Really? I've always wondered what a guy's feet were like, care to indulge me?" He frowned, "That's disgusting, no." But, I saw him looking at the money.
I laughed now and put the money away. "I'm just fucking with you," I said, "but, you see my point." He said, "I guess." He seemed to want to say more, but, he didn't.
I wanted, hell, needed him to say "OK." I figured if I could just get to his feet, I could get to the rest of him. But, it was clear that he wasn't going to do it. Still, he seemed conflicted. I don't know, I guess I could have pushed but I was afraid of pushing him away.
In my life, I have had a several fantasies of sucking off good friends of mine and, even though I would make suggestive jokes or hints to them, I never could really ask them. I just didn't know how to get them to let me. I didn't know how to get Kevin to let me. I was disheartened as I felt I was never going to get this guy.
October 21st, 2011, 03:29 PM
Re: After Court
Kevin asked for another beer and I got him one. He drank and sort of rambled about how Amy was a little wild when it came to sex, how she loved to talk dirty, how she loved to fuck. She was, according to him, the hottest and wildest girl he had ever fucked. She also loved to party and fuck. He talked a lot about how he loved fucking her.
Then he asked for another beer. As he drank that, he talked more about Amy and sex. I'd be lying if I said that the whole conversation wasn't turning me on- I kept thinking of sucking his cock and of fucking her. It was odd, I was turned on by both of them. Another beer (and a shot) followed. He kept talking about sex with her.
Finally, he said, "So, you just kiss her feet, that's what you're into?" I told him that was it (a lie, as I said, but ....). "Why do you like feet?" he asked. I told him that I didn't really know, but, feet just turned me on. "You'd really pay her a $100 to just kiss her feet?" he asked. I told him I would.
"Were you fucking around with me," he said, "about my feet, I mean, do you like guy's feet too?" I was silent, I could feel my heart suddenly beating in my chest. Was he giving me an opening, I wondered. "I don't know," I said, "I've never tried a guy's feet (again, a lie). I imagine I would have to try it, but, you know, it's feet so I'd probably like it. I don't know."
"What do you do, exactly?" he asked. I told him I liked to get on my knees, bend my face down toward the shoe and foot and start kissing the shoe, then remove the shoe, kiss the socked foot and so on.
"Do you use your tongue, I mean, when you're doing that?" he asked. I laughed and said I did. "Aren't feet dirty? Kind of gross," he said. I looked down at his feet and said, "I don't know, are yours dirty?"
"I don't know," he said, "I mean I showered this morning....." I slowly reached in my pocket for the $100. I felt the money between my hands in my pocket. I didn't know what to say next, but, I figured it was now or never.
October 24th, 2011, 02:34 PM
Re: After Court
You know, I can't describe the way I felt/feel about Kevin. I have never felt like that about anyone my whole life. I had never lusted/wanted someone for so many years. Most of my life, any time I was significantly attracted to a woman (or even, on those few occasions, a guy), I ended up being with them. With Kevin, it had been 17 years of pining away for him, jacking off to thoughts of him, fantasizing about him - and, all of it in private. I couldn't tell him or anyone the way I felt.
I ached to be able to just touch him. I do have a foot fetish, but, I mean, just being able to touch his feet, to kiss them, it would have been more than enough. Sounds silly, I know, but, it's the truth.
Yet, I was so afraid to make a move. So afraid to screw up any chance I had with him. I guess that was foolish too. I should have just made a move years ago and if he had said "no," and left my life, well, it would have saved me years of lusting after him. I guess I needed to make sure he never left my life. Just seeing him once in a while, even if I could never be with him, was better than nothing.
That Friday at the office. I had my hand in my pocket, I felt my money in my pocket. My only question was should I bring it out, should I offer it?
I pulled the money out and said to him, "Do you want to try it, I mean, if either of us don't like it, I'll just stop. It's just feet." He was very silent, lost in thought. I handed him the money, and he took it and slid it in his pocket.
I was trembling. I dropped to my knees and looked at his feet. I didn't dare look him in the eyes. I wanted to make no eye contact, I didn't want to do anything to make him uncomfortable. He wore Skechers that weren't really tennis shoes but kind of were. They were black. He also had, I could see, black low cut socks on. I leaned over and slowly pecked the top of his shoes with my lips. I was trembling, nervous as hell.
I could smell the leather smell. I started to kiss the area near the tongue of his shoes. I gently untied one shoe and slid his socked foot out. A mixed odor of leather and sweat rushed out. I nearly passed out I was in such a swoon. His socks were slightly moist. At first, I tried to keep the kisses small, but, I couldn't help myself, my mouth opened more and more with each kiss, my tongue darted out, slightly pressing against and licking the top part of his socked foot. I placed my hands on his calf and gently pushed his leg up a little so I could kiss the sole of his foot. I can't even now describe how incredible he smelled and tasted. I had waited 17 years just to touch him.
I became insanely passionate kissing the sole of his socked foot. I was horny as hell and felt like my cock was ripping through my pants. I was where I had dreamed of being, beneath him, below his feet, worshiping him. I sucked lightly on the heel of his sock, trying to taste his sweat. I finally pulled his sock off and started to kiss his bare foot. My tongue darted between each toe, licking up the black lint from his socks, licking up his sweat, licking up his toe jam. I made out with his foot and I tried to be quiet, not letting any moans out even though I felt like exploding. Once or twice, I must have tickled him with my tongue, because he slowly pulled his foot away, but, then, he'd put it right back near my mouth. I was lost in his foot.
I turned my attention to his other foot and did the same with that one. After awhile, I just lay on the floor, his black socks, on the floor, near my face, and I licked and kissed each of his soles. I know that it went on for over an hour. Occasionally, I would kiss up near his ankles, sliding his jeans slightly up. Finally, I had had enough of his feet, I needed more of him.
I reached in my pocket and handed him another $100 and asked if I could kiss his calves and ankles. He seemed kind of lost, in a daze, but he shook his head "yes." I tried to slide the pant legs up, but, they kept slipping down. Finally, I looked up and said, "Please, just slide your pants off so I can do this right." Much to my amazement, he unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off. I kissed his calves, his ankles, the area around and behind his knees. I was in an erotic stupor, I couldn't seem to get enough of him. His legs were slightly hairy, covered with light brown or blonde hair. He tasted incredible.
I now, really, didn't know what I was doing as I moved my mouth up to his inner thighs and started kissing them. I could see his cock was hard and pressed up against his white underwear. I moved close to his cock, waiting for him to stop me, but, he didn't. I tried to kiss the backs of his thighs, near his ass, but couldn't get a good angle with him sitting on the couch. So, I went back to his inner thighs, open mouth kissing them while my hands rubbed his calves. Finally, I moved to the area nearest where his cock and sac rubbed against his inner thigh. I licked the area and he started to moan.
I now just moved onto his cock and started to open mouth kiss it through his underwear. I still would not look him in the eyes, didn't want him to stop me. I slid his underwear down and he said, "Whoa, wait, what the ....." but, I was already sucking his cock. I slurped as I sucked up and down. I went slow and deep at first, then getting faster. His cock tasted better than anything I had ever tasted. He was average size and a little thinner size. He fit perfectly in my mouth, never once causing me to gag or choke.
I slid down, taking his ball in my mouth while I used my hand to stroke his cock. I then licked his shaft while stroking him. Then, I wrapped my lips back around that gorgeous cock and started to really suck him. Up and down, deeply and quickly. He tensed and exploded in my mouth. He groaned out loud, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh......."
I needed to cum and wasn't about to ask for permission. I lay on the floor, took my cock in my hand and kissed his soles while I stroked myself. I lasted maybe 30 seconds and came myself.
We were both panting, breathing heavily. After a minute or so, I broke the silence. "That was incredible," I whispered. Kevin said nothing. I still didn't want to look him in the eye. I was....embarrassed, I don't know, felt awkward, I can't describe it.
"Kevin," I said, "I...." He said, "You can't tell Amy, you can't tell anyone." I finally looked at him and said, "I won't. Don't worry. I have to tell you the truth, though, I have wanted that for so long. I-" He said, "Don't, I don't want to know, I mean, I've never....."
It was horrible, awkward and horrible. I wanted to tell him that I had been in love with him for years, that I wanted to be his boyfriend, that I was willing to do anything he needed or wanted. I had waited for years for this moment. It may have felt awkward, but, it was incredible, just incredible.
October 26th, 2011, 05:01 PM
Re: After Court
Just wanted to let you know (and I'm probably not alone here) that I've been following this with great interest, and hope to see more soon. I'm glad you finally got a taste of Kevin . And I agree that Rick sounds like a dick.
November 1st, 2011, 04:35 PM
Re: After Court
Thanks Bi4. I, too, am glad I finally got a taste of him. Rick, well, he is a dick, and, yet ........
But, it was awkward, after. I mean, it seems to me, it always has been with guys that are bi or straight. It's like they don't want to say or do anything to acknowledge what just happened.
Kevin was no different. He sat there, silent (and probably stoned) and then started to get his pants and stuff on. I asked him not to leave, but, he said he had to go. I tried to talk to him and told him not to be weirded out by the whole thing, but, he didn't say much other than stuff like "how can I not feel like that?"
I figured I'd never see him again and my heart really sank. I said, "Please, don't leave like this. I want to see you again. I want to ...."
He cut me off and said, "I can't talk about this now." He started to put his socks on and I reached over to grab them and said, "At least, leave these here." He looked at me and said, "For what?.......You're fucked up, you know that?" But he left the socks, put his shoes on and left the office.
I pressed his socks to my nose and inhaled his scent. I wanted to be with him. I actually was going to ask him to leave his underwear but didn't want to completely freak him out. I can't explain why I needed his socks other than to say that I needed something that had touched his skin, something that had his scent on them, something that I could feel, taste and masturbate to.
Being with him and left me feeling very emotional. I had dreamed and fantasized of that day for years and years. It was, truthfully, as good and fulfilling as I had hoped. I loved that feeling of servicing him, loved that feeling of being between those legs and taking his cock in my mouth. I loved the taste of him, the smell of him. I hated his exit but I at least had finally realized my fantasy. I also felt sick knowing that I might never see him again.
I didn't hear from him at all that weekend but I did get a call from Amy on Monday. She wanted to come and give me a dance. My stomach was in knots, wondering what she knew or what he said, but, all she told me was that whatever I told Kevin, it seemed to calm him down. She didn't even bother to dance for me, just slid her shoes off and slid her socked feet into my lap as we sat next to each other on my office couch.
I rubbed and kissed her feet, but, this time, something was different. My cock was rock hard but I didn't want teasing, I wanted to fuck her. I knew that I was about to cross a line with respect to cheating on my wife, but, I just couldn't help it. She was so hot and she was fucking Kevin. I needed to put my cock where his had been. I slid her jeans and panties off and lay on top of her. I started to kiss her while grinding my cock and groin into her pussy. She whispered, "Fuck me" and I did. I am fairly skilled in sex and it wasn't long before I brought her to orgasm. She let me ride her a little longer and I could feel myself ready to explode. Normally, I would have worn a condom, but, erotically, I had no control with her. So, I was fucking her without one and, as I was ready to cum, I started to pull out. She grabbed my ass and said, "In me ..... cum in me, I'm on the pill." I don't know whether I believed her or not but cum in her I did.
We lay together, kissing and rubbing each other with our hands. She looked at me and said, "I love being with you." I smiled and said, "I feel the same." She kind of smiled and said, "Can't you feel the sparks?" I laughed and said I did.
I now had crossed into crazy territory. I still hadn't broken off with Rick, I had sucked Kevin and now I was fucking Kevin's girlfriend.
But, all that week, I didn't hear from Kevin. My heart ached. I really wanted to be with him. Rick did stop by one day after work and I dutifully sucked his cock. I let him treat me the way he liked (like I was basically his sex slave) and I can't really say that I didn't enjoy being with him. He was a hot, fucking guy with a great cock and great body. You know, at one point, while sucking him, I looked up at his face. He was looking at me. There is no submissive feeling in the world quite like locking eyes with a guy while sucking his cock. Our respective places were clear. I was there to please him, to provide him release, to satisfy his needs. He was becoming very dominant and very demanding and, in a way, I did really enjoy that.
But, all I dreamed and thought about was Kevin.
November 1st, 2011, 09:31 PM
March 9th, 2012, 07:12 PM
Re: After Court
It's been a long time since I've written but, then, so much has happened since, so, back to the story:
All I dreamed about was Kevin but Rick was my reality and he demanded my attention and my servitude. A few days after our last encounter, he texted me and said he needed to see me after work. He arrived around 6:00, I was sufficiently intoxicated by the time he came to the office. I really did want to break things off but didn't know how and, then, there was the fact that I really was so physically attracted to him and so mentally and erotically attracted to serving him.
He looked tired, worn out and he was sweaty and pretty much covered with dust or dirt. He wore a blue t shirt, dirty jeans and his work boots. We went into my office and I gave him a beer. I could see that his cock was already hard, it poked against his jeans. I could smell his masculine scent from where I sat next to him. He laid back on the couch and I moved to his feet, removing his boots, kissing his sweat drenched socks. He must have had a hard day at work, I had never seen him quite this messy and sweaty. I could taste the salt of his sweat on his socks as I open mouth kissed his sock covered feet. I was falling into an absolute erotic swoon, I didn't know if it was my absolute lust and desire for Kevin or my obvious attraction to Rick. Maybe, a combination of both.
I started to pull his socks off but he pulled my head and I moved to kiss his cock, encased in those jeans. I moved to his strong, muscular chest, and kissed his chest through his sweaty t shirt. Again, I could taste the salt of his sweat. He pulled his shirt off and his scent came at me in a massive wave. I could see sweat on his chest and kissed and licked it off. I was rock hard myself. I licked his chest, kissed his nipples, started to suck them and he moaned a little. I whispered, "You taste so great."
He pushed my head down again, to his groin. He wanted sucked, period. I slid his jeans and underwear off. I was going to give him no foreplay. He needed sucked and I needed to suck him. My mouth wrapped around his sweaty cock. Again, I could taste the salty taste and smell his odor. I swear that I felt like coming in my own pants. I wanted so badly to stroke myself, but, couldn't. I gently rubbed my own groin against his leg as I sucked him. I felt like a dog, humping my Master's leg.
His body rocked up and down as his cock absolutely fucked my mouth. He forced the back of my head up and down on his cock at such a fast pace that I had a hard time not gagging. Every time he thrust his cock in my mouth it felt like he was thrusting all the way down the back of my throat. My spit covered his cock, I panted trying to keep up. He blew the largest load that he had ever blown in my mouth and I dutifully swallowed every drop.
I ached to come. I begged him to rub his feet across my cock, to let me come. He was still breathing heavy and said, "My feet are filthy." I was so deep into a swoon, I responded, breathlessly, "I don't care, please let me fuck those filthy feet, please, I'm begging you." He laughed a little and said, "Fine, but tonight, I'm fucking the shit out of that ass of yours." I let out a little sigh and said, "I want you to fuck me." I slid my pants and underwear off and I moved back down toward his feet, placed one of his socked feet on my throbbing cock and took the other foot in my mouth. I buried my nose into the area near his toes and open mouth kissed the middle of sole. His socks were filthy and sweaty, I didn't care. He rubbed his foot against my cock, I ground my cock into his foot. It lasted maybe a minute until I tensed and came. He rubbed my cock with his foot, gently, until every last drop of come had squirted out.
He put his socked foot that had been on my cock near my face. There was a little bit of my cum on his sock. "Clean it off," he said. I dutifully licked it off. I cleaned off, got him another beer, and actually laid next to him on the couch. My face was buried into his chest and I gently kissed his chest.
"I'm separating from my wife, for awhile," he said. I was stunned. "I'll need some help," he said when I said nothing. I couldn't stop kissing his chest and I said, "Whatever you need - do you want to talk about it?" He shook his head. "I'll help you get an apartment, whatever, I'm sorry, I ....." I said.
"All I need you to do tonight is bend over and let me fuck you later," he said. I nodded my head. "You'd do anything for your Master, right?" he said. I said, "Of course, why do you even ...." He cut me off and said, "Because, I am your Master, right?" Without hesitating, I said, "You are, you are my Master."
March 31st, 2012, 04:39 PM
Re: After Court
this story s amazing absolutely love it