Chapter 29: Letty gives Tim his final lesson.

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

After

our first tryst, it had been me that had tried to initiate a repeat,

succumbing to my own lust and frustration, but Kerri had turned me away,

always citing spending the evening with Mike as the reason why, but

also always providing me with photographic aftermath to tide me over.

But now Kerri was reaching out to me, and her pictures were implying

that she was definitely not getting what she needed from Mike.

I wasn't

sure what that meant for them and their relationship, but at that moment

my mind was on the good news this was for my balls, and not the

potential bad news it was for them.

"Show

me how bad you want it" I wrote back. I needed a quick solution to my

problem, and Kerri was offering it, but that didn't mean I couldn't

tease her a bit.

What came back shortly after was a second series of photos, a wanton expression of Kerri's arousal.

The

first was a high, downward angle shot capturing Kerri, on her knees,

tits out, looking up at the lens. The point of view was clearly meant to

mimic me looking down at her, and by the way her mouth hung open, it

was clear what she wanted. My cock surged as I thought back to our first

encounter when she greeted me that exact same way, and I crossed the

distance between us to slip my cock between her lips.

The

second was a shot of Kerri from behind, up on her bed. She was on her

hands and elbows, her back arched in a severe swoop. Her toned, perfect

ass was angled toward the camera, her legs spread wide, giving me a

full, delicious view of her cunt. A cunt that was already swollen and

wide, and already glistening with moisture.

My

cock was rock hard now, imagining tasting that wet cunt, of sliding

myself into her from behind, but still I wanted to tease more yet.

"You look delicious," I wrote back, "but I want to see more. I want to watch you cum."

I

idly pawed at my erection through my pants as I waited for a response.

As minutes ticked by, I got momentarily worried that maybe I had asked

for too much, but at the same time I recognized that we had gone so far

past any lines of decency or respectability at this point that surely I

had nothing to worry about.

Kerri very quickly assuaged any concerns with her newest message finally came through attached with a video file.

The

video began with Kerri in nothing but a thin, sheer robe adjusting her

camera into the perfect position. Stepping back from the camera, she did

a quick pose, ruffling her big mane of curly, black hair, then set down

in a comfortable-looking lounge chair directly in front of it.

I made a note to myself to fuck her in that chair at some point.

Staring

deeply into the lens, Kerri ran her hands over her body seductively,

teasing me by gently butterflying her thighs in and out, giving me a

peek, but never enough to see everything.

Hard

nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her robe, her hands slowly

slid up and opened the folds of the garment, giving me a full view of

her thick, olive breasts. She smiled and sighed as she caressed them,

squeezed them and kneaded them.

Her

hands dripped down the front of her body until they came to rest on the

insides of her thighs, still gently butterflying in excitement. Then,

like the parting of the Red Sea, she pushed her thighs wide, and finally

gave me an unobscured look at her perfect, swollen lips.

One

hand jumped back up to her mouth where she took two fingers between her

lips, suckling them like they were my cock in order to wet them. Then

the two juicy fingers traveled back down between her legs and began

exploring her cunt.

Gasps

and moans accompanied her swirling fingers as they danced around her

clit and dipped deep into her tight canal, and soon I watched her body

start to focus on the sensations as she settled into a rhythm. Her brow

scrunched up, her eyes closed, her mouth began to hang open, and I

watched as the world around her fell away. The only thing that existed

for her in that moment was her pleasure.

I

squeezed my cock through my pants again. I was as desperate for release

as she was, entranced by the only sounds coming through my speakers,

the slight, wet sloshing sounds of a cunt being pleasured. The short

gasps and squeaks of a girl about to cum.

And

cum she did. Kerri's moans ramped up in pace and volume. Her body

stiffened, and her thighs clamped shut around her thrusting fingers. She

gripped the armrest of the chair as she rode out her pleasure, only

loosening their clamp on the fabric when her moans faded and her breath

settled

Kerri

took a moment to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm, smiling to

herself, but soon her eyes found the lens of the camera again. Smile

melting into lusty desire, she slipped off the chair and crawled towards

me until her face was the only thing in frame.

"I need your cock," she said, through still-settling breaths, "so get the fuck over here. Now."

Who was I to refuse?

I

made my way to her house in record time, and took the stairs two at a

time to get to her room. My hands were already working on my belt as I

passed into her room, and upon my arrival she met me halfway, on her

knees, adding her hands to the desperate freeing of my cock.

We

both gasped as my erection sprang into view, and Kerri wasted no time

taking me into her mouth. She gripped my pants tight as she sucked,

speeding her lips and tongue up and down my shaft. Pleasure ripped

through my body as she devoured my cock, and my hands gripped her hair

tight as she enthusiastically fellated me.

My

hips began to buck and thrust as I matched her slippery lips, meeting

each slide downward with a forward thrust of my own. One of her hands

left their grip on my pants and joined her mouth on my cock. The driving

of my hips was getting harder, deeper, and the extra distance my cock

had to travel through her fingers ensured I wasn't in danger of choking

her as she took my thick erection into her warm mouth.

"Fuck,

fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I bellowed, but Kerri made no attempt to slow her

sweet suction. I cried out one more time as my balls lurched toward her

chin. My cock flared and pulsed, and Kerri's body held still as my cum

pulsed hard and deep into her mouth. Gripping her hair tight, I felt her

swallow once, twice, three times. I filled her mouth as this Greek

goddess pulled every drop of pleasure out of my aching balls and sent it

down her throat.

Pulsing

subsided, and breath returning to normal, Kerri gently slipped

backward, drawing my cock out from between her lips agonizingly slow.

"There,

we're even," she said with a smile, a small trickle of my escaped semen

clinging to her chin, "now we can focus on round two."

I smiled back, hardly believing the eroticism exuding off the girl kneeling in front of me. I took off the rest of my clothes.

Round

two was left us both breathless again, and the night ended with her

thick thighs squeezing me tight, her cunt orgasming around my newly hard

cock. Soon her body set me off too, my balls sending a second load

careening into her body as I fucked her from behind in the very position

she had taken in that picture.

It

was lovely. She was lovely. And it was the beginning of a series of

trysts that kept my cock hard, my balls empty, and my mind off of

Christine.

We

didn't talk about the why of it, or really talk that much at all; I

think it made it easier for us that way. There would just generally be a

message, an expression of want and need from one to the other, and if

the timing was right I'd soon find myself balls-deep in Kerri's mouth or

cunt, filling her to the brim with every drop I had.

The

way Kerri took my cock was absolutely sublime. Her body needed my cock;

needed my cum; and I was more than happy to give it to her. Her thick

athletic body pitched and rolled with me perfectly, and was cushioned in

just the right places to take even the hardest strokes. Sex with

Stephanie had been amazing, but the excitement of experiencing a woman

sexually for the first time always seemed to give our lovemaking a

certain teacher-and-student vibe. With Kerri I felt like we were equals.

We had a sexual chemistry that made us feel like teammates working

together for the same goal, and the forbidden, fleeting nature of our

arrangement allowed us the freedom to play and explore in ways I don't

think either of us really had with any partner up to that point.

"No

one's ever done that to me before, you know," she said one evening as

we laid together on the thick shag of the area rug in her living room,

cooling down from a raucous first round. We hadn't even made it entirely

out of our clothes before I had bent her over her parents' coffee table

and hurriedly pushed into her from behind.

Shirt

off, bra on, skirt bunched around her waist above the delicious flair

of her sweet apple, we both gasped at the air in lusty need as I quickly

found a rhythm for my thrusts. A loud, breathy moan welcomed me each

time I bottomed out deep in her soaked center, and I could feel the

tension rise inside her as her orgasm fast approached. The pleasure was

mounting, overtaking both of us, and without warning I raised one hand

and brought it down hard on the meat of her ass.

This

wasn't unusual, as I had spanked her ass before, and her cries of

affirmative pleasure were just as loud this time as they had been in

previous encounters. What was different this time was what I had done

next.

Feeling

both our orgasms nearing their eruption, spurred on by the abandon of

the wild spanking, when my hand came down on her cheek the final time, I

repositioned my grip to stabilize myself, and in doing so pressed the

meat of my thumb gently against Kerri's puckered asshole.

"Oh

yes!" she cried, loud and long, at just the merest pressure on her

rear. The pressure was building, I could feel her beginning to tremble

around me as my cock surged forward harder than ever. Sweat rolled down

my wrist and over my thumb. I felt the liquid pool at the entrance to

her exit, and in the heat of the moment I slowly applied more pressure,

and felt the very tip of my thumb slip past her sphincter.

"fuck!"

she bellowed and shook, her body almost immediately exploding in

orgasm. "Fuck, oh, fuck, Yes!" she cried. It wasn't the first time I had

felt her cunt spasm around my cock, but what was new for me was the

feeling of her asshole spasming around my thumb, and it sent me

rocketing over the edge.

My

cries joined hers and I pushed into her deep and long one last time,

and held myself there tight against her as I pumped her orgasming body

full of hot jizz.

"Never with Mike?" I asked, idly stroking the top of her bra-covered cleavage as we lounged and recharged.

"No,

not even with Mike." She paused for a moment, deciding whether or not

to continue to open up. "I've only had sex with one other guy besides

Mike, and, there's actually quite a few things I've done for the first

time thanks to you. Things I am absolutely fucking LOVING, by the way."

She laughed

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" I said, intrigued to learn more about her.

"Well

obviously your finger in my ass was a first," she said in a syrupy

tone, "and I didn't know I liked being watched, and I had never had a

guy cum on me until you wanted to see Mike finish on my tits that first

time"

"Didn't have much sex with the first guy?"

"No,

no, we had sex all the time, but it was just, it was all new, you know?

We fucked to fuck, not to find out what we really liked. That's all it

really is at first. The experience itself is the high; it feels good,

but neither of you really know why or how yet."

"Yeah,

I know what you mean." I said solemnly, remembering my nights with

Stephanie. "That's why we're doing this, isn't it?" I said after a

moment

"I

think so," she said quietly, "Mike's a great guy, but, I'm his first.

And he's excited, he's eager, and we have lots of fun, but I just think

we're looking for different things right now, physically."

"So why go behind his back?" I asked as non-judgmentally as possible, "why not just break up with him?"

"Because

I like having a boyfriend. It's fun." she said, shifting her weight so

her hips flared out even more, "And because the sneaking turns me on.

And right now I'm very interested in exploring what turns me on."

It

made sense in the moment, and her honesty was refreshing. I was

interested in turn ons too, and the thought of Kerri with another man,

exploring her newfound sexuality was quite a turn on.

I wanted to know more.

"Your first was Bill Dorsett, right?" I asked, remembering the guy Kerri dated right before Mike.

"No, Bill and I never had sex."

"Never? I find that hard to believe, knowing you the way I do now" I said with a slight chuckle.

"Oh, I wanted to, but he had this weird hang up about it. I probably swallowed a gallon of his cum though," she laughed.

"Oh yeah?" I said, feeling my cock begin to thicken

"Yeah,

he was a total fiend for head. He tried to return the favor plenty,

too, but the boy was, not talented. Which is why we didn't go out that

long."

"And in all that time sucking his cock, he never wanted to cum on your tits, or your face or anything?

"No,

he was very, particular," she said with another chuckle, "the only

thing he wanted on his cock was my mouth, and when he came he liked to

hold my head, which I hated."

"Oh,

really? I'm sorry, I know I; " I started, realizing I had done that to

her a number of times, not even thinking to ask if it was ok

"No, no, don't apologize," she said, cutting me off, "I like it when you do it."

My cock twitched.

"How was his cock?"

"It was fine, average. Good size for sucking."

My cock twitched again.

"So who was your first, then?"

"This

kid named Matt who went to Belmont. The girls and boys soccer teams

would always travel together and share game days, and I kept seeing this

guy from their boys team watching me when we played. He was hot, too.

Made it hard to focus on the game."

"Umm,

tell me more," I said. The story was beginning to stoke the heat inside

me, and I slowly slid my hand down Kerri's body seductively.

"Well,

after one of my games, the boys game had started and I noticed he

wasn't playing. The girls had snuck some booze in water bottles so I was

a little buzzed, and decided it was time to talk to him. He had been

injured and was out for a couple weeks, which was pretty good timing."

My hand started softly stroking the tops of her thighs. She shifted slightly beneath my touch, and her breath got deeper.

"We

talked, and hit it off, and so when his team hit the field for the

second half, he and I snuck off to my team's bus, and I,” she stopped

and sucked in a breath as my fingers danced around her small strip of

pubic hair.

"Yes?" I said softly.

"And I sucked his dick." she breathed. "And then, like a week later, we met up and he, he fucked me in his car."

"Did you swallow when you sucked him off?"

"Yes," she breathed again as I tickled her thighs.

"Did he return the favor?"

"With, with his fingers."

"I see," I said, dipping my own fingers down over her pubic bone and between her already soaked cunt lips. "Like this?"

"Yes," Kerri moaned as my fingers slipped inside her.

"Was he the first cock you sucked?"

"No," she gasped

"Tell me."

"I

was a camp counselor the summer after I turned 18," she began through a

shortened breath, "I had, had a crush on one of the older boy

counselors. My friend dared me to tell him, so I did, and by the end of

the first week, we started sneaking out to the empty cabin after lights

out, so I could blow him."

"How often?" I cooed, finding a luxurious pace for my fingers to dip in and out of her hot center.

"Every night."

"Did you swallow?"

"Every time."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes.

I didn't know what to expect, but the feeling, being on my knees felt

powerless, but giving pleasure like that was so, empowering. Controlling

his body, feeling him pulse into my mouth, oh god, I fucking loved it."

Her body was starting to move with my hand as it rocked into her.

"Did he return the favor?"

"He

never offered, and I never asked," she said between gasps. "I didn't

care; all I wanted was his cock in my mouth. Afterward, I'd sneak back

to my cabin and into bed and, and, touch myself till I exploded."

"That's so fucking hot," I said beginning to kiss her neck, "did anyone ever find out?"

"My, best friend at camp," she moaned. "I told her, she didn't believe me, so I told her to come watch."

My cock was back to its full length, pressing hard against Kerri's thigh as she wriggled against my hand. "How did she respond?"

"She

called me a slut, and threatened to tell on us." her cunt humped

against my palm. "But then the next night, I went out to meet the boy,

and she was already there. On her knees," Kerri gasped, "sucking my

guy's cock."

"Oh wow," I said nibbling down to the tops of her breasts, "what was that like?"

"She

was right," Kerri gasped, breaths getting shorter and quicker, "It

looked so slutty, and so fucking hot. I hid in the bushes, and, and

touched myself."

I pulled down the cup of her bra with my teeth and took her nipple between my lips.

"I

could see, oh my god, I could see his cock, throb and pulse as he, as

he came in her mouth" she said with a long moan, "and then I fucking

exploded."

"Did you break it off with him?" I said between suckles at her nipple

"That's

the thing," she said, a lusty smile pulling at her lips, "I didn't say a

goddamn thing. I just, just kept going out to meet him every time he

asked, kept sucking his cock for the rest of the summer, kept swallowing

his cum, and I knew, the days he wasn't with me, my best friend was

sucking his cock. I knew, and I didn't care. It turned me on so fucking

much!"

That

was all I could take. As she let out her last exclamation, I slipped

off the couch onto my knees, spread her legs, and pushed deep into this

wanton woman's tight, steamy cunt.

She

pulled her knees up toward her face, spreading wide to greet me, and I

held her strong thighs tight as a I fucked her long, hard, and deep.

"Yes;

yes; that's it; that's it!" she cried, each thrust sending spikes of

pleasure through her young body. Her chorus of "Yes, yes, yes!" sang out

like a breathy mantra each time her wet walls stretched to welcome my

plunging prick.

She

was already so close to cumming before I slipped into her that it

wasn't long until I felt her body stiffen around me, her moans come fast

and quick, and her body spasm and grasp at my wet piston in glorious

orgasm.

As

if Kerri's strong body cumming on my cock wasn't enough sensory

overload, the thought of Kerri, on her knees in the woods, sucking and

swallowing cum for the first times in her life sent me careening over

the edge.

I

felt the hot tension inside me snap, and after one final, deep push, I

pulled my dripping cock out of her sweet center, crested over her pubic

bone, and with only three fast strokes from my hand, my balls pulled

tight and ropes of hot euphoria began shooting out over Kerri's still

gasping body.

White

streaks raced up her folded body, painting her stomach, tits, and chin

in sticky, white cum. Her chorus of "Yes" returned, and I groaned and

cried out as I splattered her hot body with every drop I had. Her

position put her face mere inches from her presented tits, and she

lashed her tongue around in her open mouth, desperate to catch one of

the thick, leaping ropes peppering her skin. My body was rocked hard by

this orgasm, but it was the smile on her face as I made her a sticky

mess that made sure I'd never forget this night.

Kerri

and I were a good fit, and we started seeing each other more and more

frequently. The secrecy required, the fear of getting caught, was a big

part of the appeal for both of us though, and as things went on we found

ourselves pushing the boundaries of that secrecy more and more. We were

getting addicted to each other, and to the rush.

Kerri

lived with her father, her parents having divorced a number of years

previous. He was often gone, so we generally had the house to ourselves,

but on more than one occasion we pushed our luck by hooking up with her

dad right downstairs. Kerri would come up with some excuse to retire

early, and then either quietly let me in and sneak me up the back stairs

to her room where we'd cover our mouths, desperate to stay silent as we

made each other cum, or sometimes meet me in their detached garage

where I'd bend her over the hood of her father's expensive sedan.

We only almost got caught a couple times, but they were both very memorable, albeit for different reasons.

The

first time was a normal weeknight. I had finished my shift at work, and

found a new message waiting for me that I couldn't resist: a full frame

photo of Kerri's full, olive breasts, framed by her arms crossed

beneath them, with the message "They need your cock" accompanying it. My

pants instantly began to grow tight. She knew titfucking was a turn on

of mine, and she had teased me with it in her dirty talk while she

pleasured me with her body, but as of yet I had never had the honor of

sliding my cock between those two perfect globes.

Clearly that was about to change.

I

raced over to Kerri's, parked out of sight, and made my way to her back

door to wait. Her dad was home so we had to be quiet, but soon she met

me at the door and with a quiet giggle snuck me up to her room.

We

barely had the door shut before we were all over each other. In

seconds, Kerri had freed her breasts from her top with a delicious

jiggle, dropped to her knees, and taken my cock into her hungry mouth.

Her lips were loose, and extra wet, and she made sure I was nice and

juicy, not shy about letting her saliva drip down between her cleavage.

Once

I was nice and ready, she popped me out of her mouth, a long string of

thick saliva hanging loose from her lip to my tip. She pushed her big,

firm tits together around my length, and in a breathy sigh whispered

"fuck my tits!"

Her

slick globes pressed tight around my length was like nothing I had felt

before. Different than a mouth, different than a cunt, her firm

cushions trapped my cock against her breastbone, creating a deliciously

unique, pleasurable friction on the sensitive underside of my tip.

Stephanie and I had dabbled in titfucking, but it was nothing like this.

I had never been enveloped like this before.

My

mind flashed to Rachel, and how achingly close my cock had come to her

amazing tits when we hooked up in her tent after prom. I wondered how

amazing her tits must feel wrapped around my cock if Kerri's felt this

good.

I

thrust and thrust, Kerri quietly cooing and smiling every time my tip

surfaced from her deep cleavage. Tilting her head down, she began

lapping and suckling at my cockhead, and I felt my whole body begin to

tremble. The sensations of sliding through slick, soft flesh and ending

each stroke with a twirling tongue and a sucking mouth was unlike

anything I had ever experienced. I gasped, earning me a wide-eyed look

from Kerri that silently screamed "be quiet!" and resigned myself to

hanging my mouth open as pleasure began to rocket through my body,

building and building.

It was then that the knock came at Kerri's bedroom door.

"Honey,

are you still up?" It was Kerri's dad. Our eyes burst wide with shock,

but Kerri never released my cock from her tits, and I never stopped

fucking them.

"Uh,

yeah, dad, I just,” Kerri fumbled for an excuse, “ I just got out of

the shower; I'm getting changed!" She was struggling to keep her voice

level as I continued shaking her body with my thrusts.

The

pleasure was building to a breaking point inside me, the thrill of her

father being just feet away from us, from catching us, sending me into

overdrive.

"I just wanted to let you know It's gonna be a late one for me tomorrow, will you be ok getting home from work?"

"Yeah,

dad, no problem," she practically gasped. My cock surged, straining

hard with need, savoring every slip and slide through her cleavage

"Text me as soon as you get home, ok? You know how much I worry about my little girl out alone after dark."

"I

know, dad," She said. Her cheeks immediately flushed with

embarrassment, and she smiled a knowing, naughty smile. I knew what she

was thinking; oh, if only he knew what daddy's little girl was doing at

that exact moment. That she was pleasuring a man, a man who was not her

boyfriend, with her luscious, swollen tits, and that she was about to

make him cum all over her.

This

nonverbal acknowledgment of our taboo encounter set me off. Her father

was informing her that he was heading to bed when my balls lurched up

and exploded. My cock caught an unexpected angle, sending it cresting

upward through her cleavage, and just as he was telling his daughter he

loved her, my blinding joy launched the first thick rope of semen up

onto Kerri's lips and chin in a heavy arch.

We

both hung our mouths open silently, mine in intense pleasure and

sensation, hers in pure disbelief of the timing of my orgasm. "I love

you too, dad," she finally sputtered after a swipe of her tongue cleared

her cummy lips. My cock launched volley after volley of hot cum across

her chin and neck, slipping and pooling around the tops of her

pushed-together breasts. "Goodnight!"

My

throbbing and pulsing stopped, and we both held our breath for what

seemed like an hour as we waited for indication that we were once again

alone. After we heard the loud click of his bedroom door, we both burst

out in silent laughter. I was sweating profusely, and Kerri; well Kerri

was an absolute mess.

Both

still laughing, I reached for my phone, and she struck a sarcastic pose

as I snapped a photo of the cum-splattered goddess kneeling before me.

"Your tongue better be loose, buddy, because you're just getting started!" she chided with another laugh.

We were being naughty, dangerous, unethical, but It was so much fun.

The second time we were almost caught left a much different flavor in my mouth.

Sometimes,

when her father was home and there was just no way to get me into the

house, Kerri would sneak me into the detached, free-standing garage next

to the house. These nights were different from nights in her bedroom,

because there was no time to waste fooling around. We had to get down to

business quickly, as to not create too much suspicion by Kerri's

absence.

The

old couch in the dark corner was our usual playpen. Kerri would always

wear something easy access on the bottom when we met there, and clothes

usually stayed partially on, and the lights usually stayed totally off.

As she'd take my hard cock deep into her buzzing body again and again, I

always found myself wondering how many times she had been on that exact

couch with "Matt from Belmont." Wondered if he got to cum inside her

like I did.

Sometimes,

however, we would get more creative with our surroundings, and really

explore the space. On more than one occasion I had felt the cool metal

of her father's work bench press against my bare ass as his daughter, on

her knees in front of me, quickly and efficiently worked my length with

her mouth and hands until she emptied my balls down her throat.

That

night, however, was special. She had been particularly annoyed with her

father for some reason only teenage girls have and understand, and she

wanted to act out. After sucking my cock to a delightfully sore state of

rigidity, Kerri took me by the hand and led me over to the expensive

luxury car her dad jokingly referred to as his "other daughter."

Flipping her skirt up over her bare, luscious booty, Kerri leaned over

the hood of the car and wiggled her wet cunt at me enticingly.

Taking

the hint, and not needing any more invitation, I sidled up behind her

spread legs. Hard cock in hand, I dipped the tip gently between her

steamy folds, gathering some of her juices, then slid it forward to

tease her clit a bit with the spongy head.

Kerri moaned; one thing I had learned is that Kerri hated being teased, and by hated I mean loved.

Her

hips began to slowly gyrate, trying to will my cock to its final

destination, but I continued to deny her. She actually began to whimper,

and it was only when she let out a breathy "Please" that I slipped my

tip back, lined up with her desperate entrance, and obliged her.

Kerri was fired up tonight, and as soon as I pushed all the way into her, she began to writhe and moan.

"Yes,

fuck me! Fuck me!" She breathlessly repeated, and I was happy to give

her what she wanted, driving into her hard and fast. Both our bodies

were on fire; my balls slapped her clit with each thrust, and we felt

her father's car shift and rock slightly each time our bodies collided.

"Your thumb!" She gasped, "give me your thumb!"

I

knew exactly what she wanted, and was more than happy to give it to

her. Slipping my thumb into my mouth to get it nice and juicy, I dropped

it to her tight, puckered asshole, and pressed gently. Just enough for

the tip to push inside her.

Her body rocketed into overdrive.

Kerri

was splayed out, laying flat against the hood of her father's car,

hands gripping and grabbing at the slick finish as she took my cock in

her cunt and my thumb in her ass. I felt her body begin to tremble, and

she began biting down hard on the first knuckled of her left hand,

desperate to keep quiet as the sensations coursed through her.

My

eyes suddenly caught headlights pass through the windows of the garage

as a car pulled up to Kerri's house. When the lights shut off, I

recognized the car right away: It was Mike.

Kerri

didn't notice, she was too far gone down the pleasure path, but I

watched the car as I fucked her, waiting to see what Mike was up to.

"Fuck,

fuck, fuck, hnn" Kerri moaned as her body exploded in orgasm. The hood

of the car took the whole weight of her body now, her legs useless

beneath her at that moment as I felt her tight, wet body spasm around

me.

The light from Mike's phone lit up in the car, and all of a sudden I could see his face.

Mike

had been almost a non-entity in the affair Kerri and I were having. Our

relationship with him and our relationship with each other never

crossed paths, so the reality of what we were doing had never really

sunk in for me; it was easy to compartmentalize and focus on the sex,

and not the consequences. But now the reality was unavoidable. Now I was

looking at my friend while just a few yards away I was inside his

orgasming girlfriend.

Kerri's phone started to buzz; he was texting her.

Kerri's

orgasm was winding down, but mine was just heating up, and her gasps

turned to lusty coos as I continued fucking her, my eyes never leaving

her boyfriend's car.

Mike

got out of his car, and leaned on the hood, holding his phone to his

ear. He was fully in view now as I drove into Kerri's swollen, cummy

cunt.

Her phone began to buzz again. He was calling her.

"I

want it, I want it," she gasped as she received each hurried, erratic

thrust I barreled into her, still unaware that Mike was so close

outside.

Her phone buzzed again.

I felt Kerri's nimble fingers reach down between us and gently grasp at my swinging balls.

I

lurched over her and groaned, grabbing her shoulder hard for purchase. I

tucked my head into her thick mane of black hair to hide my

uncontrollable verbal release, pushed as deep and as hard as I could

into her tight, teenage cunt, and erupted hot and strong inside her.

"Yes, baby, yes" she cooed, my grunting pulsing body holding her tight, pinning her against the hood of the expensive car.

Orgasm fading, and cock beginning to soften inside her, I gasped "Mike's been calling you, he's here."

"What?"

she quietly exclaimed. Pushing up against me, we both stood up, my cock

still firmly tucked between her legs, and looked through the garage

window at Mike idly glancing at his phone before holding it up to his

ear again.

Kerri's buzzed again.

"Shit," she said, disconnecting from me and hustling over to answer it.

Winded and still vibrating from the experience, I slumped back onto the couch, dick still bouncing in the night air.

"Hey,

baby," she said into the receiver. I bristled a bit at the phrase; she

had called me baby only moments before as I was filling her with my cum.

"I know, I'm sorry, I was in the shower. You're here? Yeah, I can, ok,

let me put on some clothes and I'll be down in a minute."

"Sorry,

I gotta go, Tim." She said after she hung up the phone. She leaned in

and gave me a peck on the lips, and then made her way toward the rear

door of the garage. "That was amazing, seriously," she chuckled, "do me a

favor and wait until we leave before you do, ok?"

"You're leaving?" I said, for the first time in our affair I felt a slight pang of jealousy.

"Yeah he wants to talk, and dad's inside, so we're gonna go somewhere."

She

promised we'd get together again soon, and disappeared. A few minutes

later I saw her exit through the front door in a new outfit, meet Mike

with a kiss, get in his car and head off, leaving me alone in the

garage.

Late that night, I got a message from Kerri.

"Thanks so much for being cool tonight."

"No

problem," I wrote back, trying my best to maintain a level of coolness

that was quickly beginning to fade. The truth was, for the first time I

began to feel bad about what she and I were doing. "How was your talk?"

"I

was hoping you'd ask. It was really, productive." A picture came with

her response. Opening it up my cock twitched as I gazed upon a close up

shot of Kerri's swollen, well-fucked cunt, a serious amount of thick,

creamy juices clinging to her lips and spilling out onto what was

clearly car upholstery beneath her. "I came so fucking hard, Tim."

"Oh wow," I wrote back.

"It's

hard to tell what's mine, what's his, and what's yours." a smiley emoji

and a "goodnight" signaled the end of our correspondence.

Lying

in bed, looking at that photo, I thought about Kerri, still full of my

cum, in the back seat of Mike's car, taking his cock, cumming on it, and

then being filled by his cum as well.

It felt wrong. The walls were beginning to close in, and our affair was starting to feel too real. I knew it had to end.

I pulled out my cock and jerked off one more time.

Chapter 29: Letty Lessons

"Hey, Tim, are you actually gonna do some work today or are you just gonna sulk?"

I

heard Gina's voice, but I didn't hear her words. It was mostly just

indistinct noises and hums. I was sleepwalking my way through most

things lately, trying to just keep my head down and not think about sex,

love, the future, anything. It wasn't a great solution to my problems,

but it was an easy one.

After

that night in Kerri's garage, fucking her on the hood of her father's

expensive car, only a few yards from her unsuspecting boyfriend Mike, I

decided I was done. Kerri and I had an explosive affair, but I was

starting to feel used. I felt used, and I felt bad. Mike was my friend,

and I was fucking his girlfriend behind his back. I never thought I'd

ever be the kind of person to do something like that, but at that age,

it's the hormones driving the ship, not your head. I was trying to

change that.

I

felt used, and I felt dumb, and I didn't want to feel either, so my

decision was to not feel anything at all. I stopped replying to Kerri's

salacious emails, no matter how many lewd pictures she included as

incentives, and just drifted into the mental ether.

No Kerri, no Christine, No Stephanie.

No Tara.

No point.

"Tim!" Gina shouted, finally breaking my trance.

"Huh? What, what's up?"

"Jesus,

what is with you lately, dude?" she said, shoving a box of copy paper

into my chest. "You've been on Mars for weeks, and I can't keep covering

for you with Letty!"

My

mind drifted to Letty. She was my boss, but she was also my mistress.

She had been having me come in after hours for "training" in order to

teach more how to be a better "employee," lately. It was a glorious

torture that left my jaw and cock deliciously sore from pleasuring her,

but also my balls full and blue.

She

had yet allowed me to cum in her presence. She told me I couldn't until

I started thinking with my head and not my dick. I so desperately

wanted to, but I didn't know how. I needed guidance. I needed Letty, but

even those workplace rendezvous had seemed to taper off recently. I

chalked it up to just being another part of my depressing;

"Wait, covering for me? What do you mean?"

"I've

been covering for you with Letty to make sure she doesn't fire your

ass!" Gina said with gusto. "I love slacking as much as the next person,

but you; you've just been on another planet lately, and I didn't want

to see you get kicked out of here."

"Why

would you do that?" I said, asking about the reason for her kindness,

but also internally cursing her for denying me time with Letty.

"Because

you've clearly got stuff going on, Tim, and I've, been there. Everybody

needs a hand sometimes even if they won't admit it." She said with a

kindness to her voice, before the edge came back and she issued a stern

"now get your ass to work!" and poked me hard and headed off.

"Thanks, Gina," I said weakly, "I owe you one."

"Two,

Tim; you owe me two. And it's gonna be a doozy when I finally charge

that tab." she said walking off, not turning back at me.

My

eyes drifted down to her plump ass swaying hypnotically beneath her

slacks. I couldn't help but wonder what that debt would be. Then, in the

distance of the store I saw Letty, our boss, and I began to get

slightly mad. Mad that Gina's courtesy had saved me from afterhours meet

ups with Letty. Mad that she had denied me Letty's sweet torture.

I

walked toward her. No one but me knew what she had hiding under the

unflattering work outfit she wore every day. How perfect and tight her

body was. How supple her tits were. How gloriously tight her cunt was. I

needed it.

Crossing

right in front of her, making sure she could see, I dumped the paper I

was carrying all over the floor. I just kept walking, leaving the papers

cast all over the tile.

Letty stopped.

"Excuse me, Mr. Miller," she said curtly.

"Hmm?" I responded dismissively.

"Are you going to pick that up?"

"What if I don't?"

Letty stared at me over the rims of her glasses.

I reached over to the nearest shelf and, without leaving her gaze, knocked a package of pens onto the floor.

"Pick that up right now, and then you will be seeing me after work for training tomo; "

"Tonight." I asserted, cutting her off.

Her piercing blue eyes stared right through me. I could tell she sensed the desperation behind my eyes.

"Tonight. Now clean it up."

"Yes,

Mistress," I whispered so only she could hear. Her eyes went wide, then

shifted to either side to make sure no one else was around to hear.

She straightened her shirt and continued on her way. I dropped to my knees and began doing what she asked.

A

few hours later I'd find myself on my knees again, once more doing

exactly as she instructed, only this time I'd be nude, rock hard, and

drenched from chin to chest in the juice from her cunt.

Letty

leaned back against the desk in her office, trying not to reveal how

flustered she was after the orgasm I just gave her, but I could tell.

The nipples on her exposed breasts were like diamonds, and the pale,

smooth skin on the flat of her chest was flushed crimson. Her cunt was

swollen, wide, and creamy.

I sucked the remnants of her thick, sweet juice off my fingers and felt a smirk pull at my lips. God, this woman tasted good.

Straightening herself out, Letty reached for her riding crop and placed the flat whip end under my chin.

"Stand." she said, her breath still a little shaky.

"Yes, Mistress." I said, and did as I was told.

She

stood back and examined me. Unlike previous times, Letty was completely

nude save for her white button down blouse, which hung open, parted to

the sides by her perky breasts. She shifted her weight. Her hips rolled.

My cock flexed. Her eyebrow went up.

"Tell me," she said, running the crop over my body, "why did you force my hand today? Why did you want me to punish you?"

"Because I deserve it, Mistress." I said, the thoughts of Kerri and Mike flooding back to me

"Why?"

"I was having an affair with my friend's girlfriend, Mistress. And I ended it."

"Why?" she said, taking my balls into her hand. "Didn't you enjoy your friend's girlfriend draining your balls behind his back?"

"I

did, Mistress," I groaned as she rolled them back and forth, "but it

was wrong. It wasn't worth it, and it needed to end before someone got

really hurt."

"I see," she said, grasping my cock and stroking slowly. "So you came to me because you needed someone to fuck?"

"No, Mistress," I said truthfully, "I came to you because I felt guilty. I needed, penance."

"I see," she said, beginning to stroke me more deliberately before leaning in to whisper in my ear "I can give you penance."

A shiver went through my body.

Letty

moved toward her desk, guiding me by my cock. She sat up onto the lip.

Spreading her long, toned legs wide, she guided my tip to her

still-dripping opening.

"Fuck me until I tell you to stop. Do noT Cum under Any circumstances."

"Please, Mistress," I groaned.

"That is your penance."

Another shiver ran through me.

"Yes, Mistress."

Letty's legs closed around me, pulling me, and I pushed, entering the silky embrace of my boss's wet, vice-like cunt.

We

both gasped as I bottomed out inside her. Her scalding center enveloped

me completely, squeezing, sheathing my hard, straining cock.

I braced myself on the edge of the desk, my legs feeling momentarily weak.

"Fuck me." she said sternly.

My

eyes were closed, I was still adjusting to the amazing sensations

encompassing my cock, taking in the feeling when I felt a mild slap on

the side of my face. My eyes flew open.

"Fuck me," she said through lusty eyes, "or the next one will be harder."

I

looked down at my boss, my cock inside her, and realized that reclined

back on her desk, allowing me to fuck her was the most submissive she

had ever been with me. My cock throbbed inside her. "Yes, Mistress," I

gasped. I began to thrust.

Pure sensation coursed through my body as I began slipping in and out of her. She was so, so tight, but she was so, so wet.

"Yes. Fuck me." She said through wavering voice, "HARDER."

"Yes,

Mistress," I groaned and began to thrust harder. The feeling of her

tight cunt racing along the length of my cock was electric. I felt her

heels pulling at my back, asking for even more.

"HARDER." She grabbed my hair tightly.

"Yes,

Mistress," I obliged and drove harder into her. Her perky tits jiggled

violently. The desk began to shake and stutter as I drove my whole body

into her

"Yes,"

she said through gritted teeth, "yes, that's it, that's it,” Her eyes

drifted shut and her tight lipped expression began to slacken and hang

open.

"Fuck,”

I croaked as the fire began to boil inside me. My cock was vibrating, I

was sweating profusely. I could feel my orgasm beginning to rear its

head. I closed my eyes.

A slap came across my face, harder this time.

"Don't you Dare cum, Mr. Miller!" Letty asserted, her crystal eyes piercing through me now. "Don't. You. Dare."

"Yes,

Mistress," I croaked again. I didn't want to disappoint her, truly. I

only wanted to cum if she thought I deserved it. The thought made my

cock surge harder.

I gripped Letty's thighs with my arms, adjusting my angle and stability, and began to drive myself into her like a mad man.

"Yes, yes,” she groaned as I threw my whole weight into fucking her.

I cried out, the sensations inside me getting harder to deny. The spring coiling tighter and tighter.

"Yes,

fuck me, fuck me,” she had never been this open with me before. Her

eyes drifted closed again, her mouth went slack "Don't you cum, don't

you cum, "

"I won't, Mistress, I won't." Sweat dripped off my face, splattering in droplets onto her bouncing tits.

"Don't

you, don't you,” the flush on her chest returned. Her mouth hung open

fully. I felt her hand tighten in my hair, and her whole body tense up.

Her heels pulled me deep into her, as deep as I could go, and the walls

of her molten cunt began to spasm around my desperate cock.

My

desperate cock that was practically on fire. It took every ounce of my

strength not to explode into this woman's amazing body, but somehow I

managed to control myself.

She

made no sound at first, seemingly holding every sensation in as tightly

as she held my cock, until finally, a loud, expressive "Uh" echoed in

the office and her whole body relaxed.

Her

breath returned, heavy and quick. Her eyes opened. There was something

different in her eyes; the iciness was momentarily gone, replaced with a

certain euphoric glaze. Letty may have been a harsh mistress, and an

icy boss, but good God she was a gorgeous woman.

"Did you cum?" she said, the words practically dripping from her lips

"No, Mistress," I said through gasps, still holding my orgasm at bay.

"Good boy, Mr. Miller," she said with a slight smirk and gently pushed me off of her.

"Thank you, Mistress." It was torture to have to leave her cunt.

"You've

done everything I've asked of you, Mr. Miller. It's quite admirable."

She looked down at my cock, painted with her thick, creamy cum. "And I

know the state you must be in. But your penance isn't over yet."

My whole body was vibrating from how blue my balls were, but somehow I loved it. Somehow I knew I needed it.

"You

did the right thing, ending your affair, but you must continue to do

the right thing." She walked toward me and cupped her hand around my

swollen balls. "Until further notice, these belong exclusively to me, in

or out of this building. You will not empty them, alone or otherwise,

until I give you permission, do you understand?"

I was too overtaken by the command to speak.

"Do you understand, Mr. Miller?" she exclaimed, squeezing my balls enough to remind me she was there

"Yes, Mistress," I yelped, "I understand."

"Good," she said, letting go of my balls and making her way toward her clothes. "You may go."

Still vibrating, I floated through getting dressed and began to make my leave.

"Tim,"

Letty called to me as I reached the door, "If you do as I say, it'll be

worth it, trust me." there was a duskiness to those last two words that

I felt in my loins. "And if you don't, I'll know."

She

waved me off and I hustled to my car. I hit the gas and got home as

quickly as possible, tumbled up to my bedroom and whipped out my

straining cock and;

I stopped.

I

wanted so badly to cum, but I also wanted to please her. I needed to

prove to her, and to myself, that I had control. So I did what she

instructed. There would be no cumming of any kind until she told me I

could. I put my cock back into my pants, and tried to focus on anything

else as I fell asleep.

 

The first few days were torture.

I

felt like my balls were constantly boiling, like my skin was electric,

and the faintest stimulation, visual or otherwise, would cause my cock

to get ragingly erect. I didn't think I was going to be able to do what

my Mistress wanted me to, but I was committed to trying my best. Then,

like a cresting wave, suddenly I felt calm, more focused, and the

desperate need to shoot my load receded into the back of my mind.

"You

know I gotta say, I don't know what's gotten into you," I heard Gina

say as she approached my table in the break room, "but you seem like a

different person lately. What're you, looking for a career in office

supply stacking or something?"

"No, not at all," I chuckled, "I just, re-prioritized things. Cleared my head."

"I see," Gina said, suspiciously.

I

heard the click clack of stiletto heels, and all of a sudden my resolve

was fading. Letty entered the break room and approached Gina and I. She

was wearing the tight skirt she always wore on days when I had to stay

late for "training." I felt my cock start to thicken; did this mean

today was the day?

"Mr.

Miller," she said, peering over her glasses at some paperwork on a

clipboard, "I've been looking over your recent work these last few weeks

and I have to say I am impressed. Punctuality is greatly improved, your

focus has been excellent, and your overall productivity is stellar."

She flashed her icy blue eyes at me over the lip of the clipboard. "Keep

it up."

Oh, it was up, alright.

"Thank

you M; Letty." I felt sweat on my neck as I almost blew the whole game.

She started off, the click clacking of her stilettos returning, and

suddenly I felt slightly panicked. "Is there anything else? Anything

you, need me to do?" I said, desperately hoping for an invitation to

stay late.

She paused for a moment, then shook her head with a "no, that'll be all," and continued on.

I felt my breath come back to me and my spirits dip.

"Are you ok? Gina asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just, want to do my best, you know?"

"Um

Hmm," she hummed sarcastically. There was a silence. Gina idly picked

at her coffee cake with her fork. "Hey listen, Tim, remember that favor

you owe me?"

"Sure," I said, taking a sip of my coffee

"I think I'm gonna be calling it in. Tonight. If you're free."

"I seem to have nothing but time lately. What exactly is this favor?" I said inquisitively,

A smirk pulled at her lips and her eyes narrowed. "I need you to come to work with me tonight, at my other job."

"That's your favor? You need me to help you out at your other job?"

"Yes."

I

tried to sigh as discreetly as possible. I was happy to help, but I

wasn't exactly looking forward to spending my night cleaning rooms or,

whatever else, at a retirement home.

"Yeah, no problem. Whatever you need."

"Excellent," Gina smiled, and then bounced off

I sighed for real this time. Well at least I wouldn't have to worry about being horny tonight.

"Hey,

Shelly, this is Tim, he's gonna be helping me out tonight," Gina said

to the security guard behind the desk at the main entrance to the

retirement home.

"Ooh,

he's a handsome one," the big, black woman offered back, "why don't you

send him up here to help Me out when you're done with him?" We all

laughed. I noted how her large breasts pressed against the fabric of her

uniform. I felt a stir in my pants.

It

seemed strange to me to just walk a total stranger into a place like

this with no pushback, but I guess it wasn't the first time.

"This

place doesn't seem so bad," I said, trying to make small talk as we

walked the quiet halls. It was a nice-looking establishment, as nice as

any retirement home could really be. There wasn't another soul in sight.

"Yeah,

it's ok," Gina said, "it's an easy job and they're very good to me.

Very accommodating." she waved me over to a door toward the end of a

long hallway.

"This the janitor's closet?" I asked

"Not

exactly." She keyed the lock and pushed open the door to reveal a fully

furnished room unit. Bed, couch, kitchen, it was all there, and it was

all liveable. "I work the night shift, so they let me stay here

overnight whenever I want."

"Oh wow, that's pretty nice," I admired.

"Yeah,

I'd rather be here than at home, honestly. At least it's quiet here.

Make yourself at home while I go get ready." Gina moved off toward the

back bedroom.

I

wandered around idly, looking at the amenities. Quiet was right. This

seemed like a cool place to hang out, but then I noticed something that

seemed a little off. There was clearly a separate bedroom, as Gina had

just gone into it, but the actual bed was set up right in the center of

the room. And what's more, it wasn't a medical bed as I expected, but a

normal bed with a rather ornate metal frame. Very odd for a retirement

home. In front of the bed was a table with a computer on it. And a

camera.

"Hey, what's this computer for?"

"That's what I need your help with," she called out from the back room.

"You need me for tech support? I thought you were like a janitor or something; needed me to help you clean floors."

"No,

it's much more interesting than that," Gina said, walking out of the

back room in a pink, silk robe. "You see, my job here is pretty easy,

and I finish my rounds very quickly, so that gives me plenty of time to

explore other, entrepreneurial endeavors."

She padded past me toward the computer, booting it up.

"You're an eBay seller?" I said, playing stupid.

"No,

Tim," she said with an eye roll, turning back toward me. "Let's just

say I'm a, performer. And I have a lot of fans who like to watch me

'perform.'" She slipped the pink robe down off her shoulders and

revealed all the curves of her body hugged tightly by lacy black

lingerie.

I

gulped hard and took in the vision before me: plump breasts held up

into beautiful, deep cleavage, belly button ring accenting a soft, flat

stomach, flared hips into thick, luscious thighs, legs dipped in sheer

nylon.

"So, what do you need me for?" My dumbness now less an act and more a result of being totally dubstruck by Gina's body.

"Well,"

She said with a slight smirk, slowly sauntering toward me, hips

swaying, "I'm usually a solo performer, but I promised my fans special

bonuses once I hit certain subscriber milestones, and I just hit my

first one. And I thought you'd be the perfect person to help me give

them what I owe."

"Oh yeah?" I choked out, "what do you owe?"

"At

this milestone, I owe a special video," she dripped, moving inches from

my face, "in which I suck on a real, live cock, and take a nice, big

load."

"Oh my." I eked out. I could feel myself sweating. My cock strained against the fabric of my pants.

"What

do you think?" She said, running her fingers up and down my forearm,

"do you think you can help me out?" She licked her lips for effect, the

little minx.

I

wanted to. So badly. I felt the word yes forming at the back of my

throat as I took in Gina's palpitating cleavage. She smelled amazing.

But

then I thought of Letty. I thought of what my mistress tasked me with.

And how desperately I wanted to follow through on what she demanded of

me.

"I,” I began, shocking myself that I was even going to say it, “ can't."

"But you owe men one, Tim," Gina said with a pout, "and I can guarantee you won't regret it."

"I can't, really." I was almost shaking.

"Are

you sure?" Gina stepped back from me slightly. "You can cum wherever

you want, Tim," she said, running her hands over her body, "in my mouth,

on my face, on my tits, "

Her

hands reached the cups of her lingerie and gently pulled them down,

presenting me with two bountiful, luscious, naked breasts. Breasts I

desperately wanted to squeeze and suck. Breasts that needed my cum.

"Gina,

I can't tell you how much I would love to do exactly what you need me

to do, but the truth is I can't. At least not right now. Maybe if in a

few weeks; "

"This is a one-time offer, Tim." she said, giving her tits a slight shimmy. It was electric.

But I stayed firm (in more ways than one).

"I'm sorry, Gina. I can't."

Gina paused, staring at me, scanning me. Then with a long sigh she slipped the cups back over her tits and grabbed her robe.

"Fine, Tim," she said, dismissing me with a hand wave, "whatever you want. It's too bad, it would have been a lot of fun."

"I know," I said, my breath slowly returning to normal, "is there anything else I can help you with?"

Gina

chuckled. She walked toward me one last time, and gave me a kiss on the

cheek. "Goodnight, Tim. I'll see you at work on Monday."

I

floated out of the room, down the hall and past Shelly at the desk,

barely registering the teasing remark she sent my way as I left the

building.

My cock screamed at me the whole drive home. I couldn't believe what I had just done. Or hadn't done for that matter.

Waiting

for me in my inbox was a message from Kerri. A photo. Her nude body

draped in the backseat of Mike's car, racing stripes of his thick, white

cum stretching from her bellybutton to her lips. She was winking.

"Wanna be next?" the text read.

My cock surged again.

I closed the photo and drowned myself in the sheets of my bed.

I

expected an intense sense of awkwardness that next week at work, but

much to my surprise, Gina acted like nothing had changed at all. We

still chatted, we still joked, and there was zero mention of her asking

to suck my cock on camera for the internet to see.

Not

that I wanted to talk about it, that is. I was more than happy to just

keep my head down and focus on doing what Letty asked of me, but even

though nothing had changed, something definitely had changed. Now

whenever I saw the faint shuffle beneath Gina's work shirt, all I could

think about was her amazing breasts, and how badly I'd love to suck,

lick, or fuck them.

Head down, Tim. Head down.

The

week passed without incident, and pretty soon it was Friday. That's

when I heard the click clack of Letty's stilettos get louder and louder.

That's when I felt the hair stand up on my neck.

"How are you, Tim?" she said cordially as she approached.

"I'm good Letty, how're you?"

There was no response, just a quick, awkward smile.

"Tim

you've continued to impress me with your change in attitude as well as

your commitment, but I'm going to have to ask you to stay late tonight

to help me with something once again."

A chill shot down my back straight into my cock.

"Sure

thing, Letty, no problem." I half choked. That quick smile returned and

the click clack of her heels got quieter and quieter.

"Good news or bad news?" I heard Gina say approaching from behind.

"Uh, I'm not sure," I managed, "I gotta stay late tonight."

"Ha!

Man, you just can't win, can you?" Gina said, slapping me on the back

before she continued on. "Don't let her work you too hard!"

I gulped and tried to hide my erect cock as I finished the work for the day.

Closing

time rolled around, and I waved to Gina, the last one to leave for the

night. Excited, but throat dry, I locked the door behind her, and made

my way toward Letty's office.

I stood outside, attempting to collect myself, then I knocked.

"Come in, Tim,"

I

pushed open the door. Letty was waiting for me, her slim, lithe body

leaned against the lip of her desk. Her white blouse was open just

enough to show me the top of her tight cleavage. Her black skirt hugged

her hips intimately. Long, fishnetted legs cascaded into those high,

stiletto boots. There was a new addition to her outfit tonight though; a

black, leather choker of some sort. A collar with a metal hook at its

center.

My cock twitched hard as I took in the whole package.

"It's

been quite a while since you were last here, hasn't it?" She said,

straightening up and taking a confident pose in the middle of the room.

"Yes, Mistress,"

"And I gave you a task to complete didn't I?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And did you complete it?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said, eagerness forcing itself out with the words.

She tapped the edge of the desk, and I quickly moved over to it, resting my ass on the lip.

"How

do I know you're telling me the truth?" she said, circling around me to

the rear of the desk. "How do I know you haven't spilled your seed

since then?"

"Because I want to please you, Mistress. I wouldn't lie to you."

Letty returned to my sightline, carrying something behind her back that I couldn't see.

"I

know you wouldn't," she said with a slight smirk. She gently placed the

item she was carrying on the floor in front of me. It was a pillow.

Letty

was inches from my face now, staring through me with her icy blue eyes.

Her hand fell to my groin. I was rock hard. She felt it. She smirked

again.

A knock came from the office door. I froze.

"Who is it?" Letty bellowed.

"It's Gina." Her voice hit me like a cold shower. If she caught us, we could both be in big, big trouble.

"Come in."

My

eyes went wide and shot back at Letty who could only smirk. The faint

creak of the door whipped my head back toward its origin, and I waited,

ready to be outed by Gina.

What

I wasn't ready for was to see her standing in the doorway wearing the

exact same lingerie outfit she had worn that night the previous week.

"Take your place, Gina," Letty said, the hand on my cock now gesturing to the pillow before me.

Gina smiled and narrowed her smokey eyes.

"Yes, Mistress."

My

stomach dropped like a ton of bricks. Gina padded into the office, her

full hips swinging, her thick, beautiful cleavage bouncing slightly with

each step, stopped in front of me, and lowered her knees to the pillow.

"Wait, the other night, it was a set up?" I said, bouncing my eyes back and forth between the two women

"You

needed to be tested, Tim. You did as you were told. You've resisted

temptation. You've refocused yourself," Letty said, running her hand

across my chest. "And now it's time for your reward. You may proceed,

Gina."

A wry, mischievous smile pulled at Gina's lips.

"Thank you, Mistress."

Suddenly

it all made sense to me; All the times I had seen Gina waiting outside

as we closed up; how could I have been so dumb as to think I was the

only person Letty had ever done this with? My mind flashed to Gina on

her knees, pleasing Letty the way I had, they way she was about to

please me.

Her

hands moved up my legs. Fingers lowering the zipper. Gently she reached

inside, searching for my cock; it wasn't hard to find. Tips brushed the

thick shaft, feeling it. Grasping it. Suddenly the cool air of the

office passed over the sensitive skin of my revealed erection.

"Oh

my," Gina cooed, taking the time to feel all its length and girth with

her hands, inspecting it. "You weren't kidding, Mistress."

She wasn't kidding. Letty wasn't kidding. Letty had told Gina about my cock.

Gina

grasped me firmly at the root, causing my desperate hardness to throb.

She looked me in the eye, and with a soft smile that said "I'm going to

enjoy this," licked her lips, opened her mouth, leaned in, and took the

flared head of my cock inside.

I almost screamed.

Slowly

but deliberately she began to drag her slick, pillowy lips up and down

my shaft, her tongue making a delicious swirl around my tip at the apex

of each stroke.

My hands tightened, fingers gripping the edge of the desk like ten tiny vices.

A

steady rhythm began to develop, Gina's hair swaying gently as she

continuously penetrated her warm, wet mouth with my cock. Little coos

and moans vibrated their way up my shaft and into my body. I was

buzzing.

"She's

very good, isn't she?" Letty dripped into my ear, running a hand across

my chest. All I could do was nod in agreement - she was very good at

this. My mind wandered briefly, wondering how many cocks she had sucked

to get this good at it. Had she started in high school? Had she

perfected it in college? How many men had had the immense pleasure of

looking down and seeing this amazing girl work magic on their cocks? How

many in this very office?

I was sweating profusely. The sensations Gina sent coursing through my body were immaculate.

"Don't fight it, Tim," Letty encouraged again, "give Gina what she wants."

I moaned loudly as she took my entire length into her mouth. I felt my head slip into her throat.

"Tell him what you want, Gina."

Gina slipped my cock all the way out of her mouth for the first time since she began.

"I want your cum, Tim."

I groaned again as she enveloped me once more, slipping effortlessly back into her rhythm.

"Ae

you going to give it to her, Tim?" Letty said, pressing her perky tits

into my arm, "are you going to give Gina all your cum?"

"Y-yes, Mistress,” I barely croaked out

"I bet you've got a lot for her too, don't you? Stored up in those big, full balls, "

"Yes, Mistress, "

Gina's pace increased. My body started to shake. My mouth hung open.

"Are you going to cum, Tim? Are you going to cum for us?"

All I could do was nod. The hot coil inside me was drawing tighter and tighter. Pleasure surged through me.

Letty's

hand dropped down into Gina's hair, gripping it; it was Letty who was

guiding her now. Letty was facefucking Gina with my cock.

"That's it, Tim, cum for us, Cum For us."

I let out a loud cry and an "oh, fuck," and the tight spring of pleasure inside me snapped.

At that very moment Gina's mouth left my cock, replaced by a hand; Letty's hand.

My

eyes snapped downward: Gina sat back on her heels, eyes closed, mouth

open, arms pressing her generous breasts together into bursting

cleavage, as Letty jerked my cock at her face.

A millisecond later, almost a month of pent up sexual frustration unleashed itself all over my sexy co-worker.

The

first rope of hot white pleasure ripped out of me in a spiral of joy,

leaving a long sticky lash up Gina's cheek, over the bridge of her nose,

and up into her hair.

The second came splattering onto her chin and lurching into her open mouth.

More into her mouth.

More across her face.

More splattering down her neck and onto the swell of her tits.

I lost count. My eyes closed. It felt like my whole body was racing out through the head of my cock.

"Yes, yes,” Letty encouraged, stroking me with a continuous pace, directing my juices all over her subordinate.

It

felt like forever, but was probably only a matter of moments, but

eventually the spurting stopped, and Letty slowed her pace. The final

remnants of my cleaned out nuts dripped and ebbed over her fingers.

My

breath remained deep and heavy. I opened my eyes and took in the

unbelievable sight before me: my co-worker Gina, on her knees,

absolutely painted from head to knees in my semen.

"Holy shit, holy shit,” was all I could manage.

Gina smiled, and pushed some of the errant strands into her mouth with her finger.

"Well

done, Mr. Miller," Letty said, releasing my cock. She held her

cum-streaked hand out to Gina. Gina leaned in and sucked my cum off our

boss's fingers. I saw a chill of excitement run through Letty's body.

"What do you say, Gina?"

"Thank you, TIm," Gina said between sucks and licks, cleaning off Letty's hand.

"Holy shit" I whispered in refrain.

Her hand now clean, Letty offered it to Gina, who took it, and rose up to her feet.

Letty let go and made her way to her desk to retrieve something.

"Can I get you like, a towel or something?" I weakly offered to Gina. I was still in a state of shock.

"No thank you," she replied with another wry smile, "not yet."

Letty

returned from her desk, a long, thing leather leash in her hands. She

handed it to Gina, and then opened wide the neck of her blouse.

Gina approached, and clicked the hook end of the leash into the metal fastener on the collar around her boss's neck.

I

saw that chill return, but this time something was different. Something

changed. It was almost as though I witnessed a transference of power. I

wasn't sure exactly what I had witnessed, until Gina spoke.

"Clean me up," she said to Letty with an assertive tone I had never heard anyone use with her before.

Letty

nodded her head, and then our boss, the iron-fisted taskmaster, the

woman who bent my will and made me happily obey her very command as my

Mistress, bent forward and began licking my cum off Gina's chest. Then

her neck. Then her face.

Letty's

tongue caressed Gina's cheeks, up over her nose, even her forehead,

lapping my spent seed off her employee's face and into her own mouth. I

watched her throat periodically pulse as she swallowed it down.

Once

her face was clean, Letty stepped back, and Gina commanded "open."

Letty opened her mouth wide to show she had swallowed everything, to

which Gina responded "Good girl."

I

was dumbfounded at the display. Everything I thought I knew about our

relationships and power dynamics were now completely out the window.

"Come with us, Tim," Gina said, and made her way out of the office, Letty following obediently behind on her lead.

"Yes, ma'am," I said in disbelief, and made my way after them.

To be continued in Part 19

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.