Debased on Base

She opened the door to the apartment, and outside stood a huge black man in uniform.

“Evening, ma’m. I have something to show you. May I come in?” The policeman seemed keyed up, on edge.

Isabelle’s heart thumped. What did he want? Was Herb dead? She stepped back silently.

The man brushed past her, into her living room. “Well, you see, ma’am, the thing is…” he paused. “Are your children here?”

“What is it?” She asked anxiously.

The man hesitated, and she saw his eyes glide over her thin, trim body, sheathed in only her underwear and wrap, before he produced a package from his breast pocket.

“What?” she asked again, irritably. Then she saw. The man’s hand held a photo of her, naked, kneeling in front of Chuck, her married lover of late.

She wheeled. “I want you to leave!” she gasped, her breath coming in short, whistling breaths.

The man sighed. “Okay, if you say so, ma’am. But if I do, I’ll have to show this to my supervisor. And he’ll probably have to remove you and your family from the base. Adultery is a crime in base housing. Not to mention oral sodomy.” He walked to the door again. “I was hoping we could come to an agreement, but…” He paused.

“Wait…” she whispered.  “What…what did you have in mind? Money?”

He smiled slightly, shook his head, walked back toward her, and stood looking at her silently, gauging her. After a moment, he put his hand on her breast. “I think we could work it out.” He closed the door, and motioned upstairs. “Kids up there?”

“Yes.” She shuddered.

“Find a sitter. Send ‘em to the neighbors. Or the park.” His hand traced her hip through the robe, already taking inventory. As his fingers slid under fabric and touched her skin, she jerked away.  “How dare you…!” she spat furiously.

“Well, lady, if that’s your answer…”  he grinned at her, and turned as if to leave. “Better start packin’…”

“No… wait!” she called desperately. He stopped, and looked at her. “Come back in half an hour,” she whispered miserably.

Half an hour later, she knelt, naked, on the floor, exactly as in the picture. The cop’s trousers lay beside him on the sofa, and he smiled in anticipation, as she tried to figure out what she could do with the huge looping rope of oiled black meat which he held out to her.

She touched the tip of it with her tongue, and it leapt higher.

“Go on.” He urged, his lips twisted in sadistic delight. Her lips stretched wide, she took it in gingerly, as far as she was able, then pulled back. Impatiently, he pressed the back of her head, and  thrust himself upward. Her throat closed, and she choked.

Slowly, he pulled it back, and she gaped in fearful fascination as it passed, serpentine and shining, through her straining lips and between her clenched fingers, trailing a rope of her saliva. God. Had she really taken that much of him in…?

Then he abruptly reversed direction and  thrust it swiftly at her again, pressing into her throat at last. She gagged reflexively, her eyes bugging and tearing as he pressed in yet further, opening her throat. She gulped as he began to rock, his pleasure evident. Her vision blurred, as he pressed in ever deeper, and the burning sensation made her cough around his swollen dick. She sobbed as he thrust, tears mixing with the drooling saliva spilling down her chin and neck.

Then, after an eternity, he pulled free and rose to his feet, pulling her up after him. “Okay. Bend over, Mrs. Solomon,” he directed. “We better get it over before your man gets home from work.”

“I can’t,” she whimpered. “It’s WAYYYY too big…!”

He smiled gently. “You’d be surprised what you can do when you put your mind to it.” Firmly, he guided her to the position he wanted. “Now, just try to relax,” he instructed, sliding his finger across her vagina,  thumbing her clitoris. “The more you relax, the more fun you’ll have. The less pain.”

His thick finger sank into her  deeply,  probing, then he inserted another. And another.

Unwilling, she felt herself lubricate nonetheless.

He took his massive penis in one hand, and spread her wide, sliding the engorged tip in between her pale thighs, and rode the cushion of her juices up into her slit. She gasped as his warm, thick cock parted her forcefully and pressed up, up, up, like a bulldozer brushing her puny tissues aside. Her cunt closed tightly around the invader, she groaned in her throat, arching backwards. He grabbed her  breasts, squeezing, and she chirped in pain. “Please stop….” she sobbed brokenly.

“Easy,  baby, I’m only half way in…” he thrust gaining another inch or two.

“Unnnhhh.!” She grunted, as the red-black bar of steel impaled her even more deeply, boring inexorably into her midsection. She swore she could feel him in her stomach, the dull ache of her organs being rudely repositioned as he made his way determinedly upward and inward.

Then, with a mighty lurch, she felt his swollen testicles touch her buttocks. “There!” he said triumphantly. “All the way in.” He rested,  panting, his scrotum swinging gently against her straining ass. “How’s it feel?” he asked curiously.

“Like a stabbing,” she said, crying softly. “Please, don’t make me do this. You’re hurting me…” she choked off.

He laughed, and began slowly to fuck her, his cock depressing and releasing her tissues at will. Gasping at sharp pains that caused in her abdomen, she stood, bent double, her hips touching the back of the couch, moaning whenever he pulled out completely before surging into her again. Like a brutal machine, he rode on, his penis a piston, her vagina a cylinder whose walls quaked with the strain, needing lubrication.

Then, roaring, he exploded inside her, his semen feeling like molten lava in her deepest recesses, and she screamed, bucking as he thrust brutally deeper in his excitement. Pain blossomed in front of her eyes, red flashes, furious flowers of white-hot pain. Bracing, she braved his ramrod thrusts as he finished spurting his bullets inside her violated body, until at last he pulled free to spew a last sticky shot across her tensed back. Shaking, every muscle overloaded with fatigue, she sagged forward across the couch, and he fell with her, breathing raggedly.

“Please,” she croaked, ” let me up?”

Groaning, he rolled aside. She got gingerly to her feet and tottered into the bathroom. A backward glance; he lay sagged across the couch, his eyes closed, chest heaving. His twitching penis lay on his thigh, diminished but still reaching halfway to his knee. She ducked through the door, and sank onto the toilet, where she remained until she heard him leave.

Then, eyes glazed, she began, slowly, to massage vaseline into her reddening cunt, gingerly touching the abused, abraded tissues, grimacing with the pain, until she suddenly, unexpectedly, found herself coming furiously, humping helplessly up and down on the toilet ring, crying with frustration and shame.

Our Jeffrey, or Too Good

Nicole came into my office Thursday morning, moving stiffly, tired but smiling.

She sat gingerly, grimacing as her butt made contact with the chair. I raised my eyebrows.

“Mmmmm…Jeffrey was over last night,” she explained.

I nearly choked on my coffee. “Our Jeffrey?” I gestured toward the hallway; his office was just down the corridor.

She nodded.

“…and you…?”

“…had anal. Yes.” She blushed. “Up ‘til the wee hours. That man’s sex drive is pretty impressive.”

In a discussion about Sex and the City a few weeks ago, a bunch of us girls had talked about it, but no one was willing to admit to having ever done it. Nicole hadn’t said much, I recalled.

“Wow. Never done it. Is it…hot?”

“It’s… interesting. Hurts, especially at first. But… he wanted it pretty bad. Said I had a great badonkadonk, and he wanted a piece of it. I think it’s funny when white boys use words like that.” She grinned, then grimaced again. “I like it when he’s excited. He just gets me hot with the way he touches me, so forceful, so demanding. Like there’s no way I am going to refuse him anything… and I never do.”

I was starting to think maybe it hadn’t been her first time.

“Do you enjoy being … fucked in the ass, though?”

“Oh, yeah. It feels naughty and dirty and he’s hard as a rock… When he’s on top of me or behind me thrusting, taking what he wants without asking, it’s… too good. A real turn-on.”

I squirmed. “Oh yeah? Tell me. How does it turn you on?”

“Well, it’s not all physical. I want to be wanted, and to be dominated is hot, although I never knew I wanted it until he just fuckin’ did it to me.”

“How… else does he dominate you?”

I slid back in my chair and felt the silk of my pants rub across the folds in the leather, nudging me pleasantly. On a whim, I hadn’t worn panties this morning. But as I got up and moved to the front of my desk to sit on the corner and lean closer so she could speak more quietly, I had the thought that maybe I should have. There was a wet spot on the silk.

“He … makes me kneel and beg for his cock in my mouth. I don’t really like it when he starts moving, like he’s fucking my mouth, going deep in my throat, grabbing my head. I get off on swallowing his come, because it’s hot to be told what to do, to be ordered, like I have no choice. Sometimes I actually get myself off just by thinking about that.”

I noted her nipples, pressing her top like marbles. I wasn’t sure if they had been that way when she came in, but I didn’t think so. Was she getting hot talking about this? I wondered. It seemed I was.

She was exciting me and repelling me at the same time.

I’d had no idea she was even interested in him. He didn’t seem like her type, the pretty white boy, sweet but slightly spacey, like he was stoned a lot.

Her legs shifted and I caught a quick whiff of sex. I felt myself suddenly get even wetter, slicker, and I knew the chances of getting behind the desk unnoticed were few.

I leaned forward to cover the growing spot on my slacks, and surreptitiously sniffed the air. She rose a bit just then so my face was uncomfortably near her crotch, and then I was inhaling deeply, the rich vapors filling my nose and head.

Her eyes widened. “What the fu…? Girl, you need to explain yourself.”

Before I could stop myself, I slid my hand up her solid thigh and under her dress. My fingers touched wiry hair, poking around her panties.

Her breasts heaved and she panted. “Girl, you need…” she began again, and then choked off with a strangled sound when my warm fingers pulled aside the silk and pressed through the thicket into her slick, steamy cunt. Then my thumb found her clitty. “Oh, God…” She lifted her hips off the chair and shoved her groin at me, and I found myself sinking to my knees, my tongue following my hands.

My lips met her halfway and I sucked her clit into my mouth. “Oh, fuck,” she said softly and began to ride my chin as my fingers slid up into her. The deep musky smell of ripe pussy — recently fucked? — overpowered me.

“Did he…” I asked breathlessly, “put his dick in here, too?”

She grabbed my head and pulled it back down. “Of course. I need that more than the other… and he didn’t give me near enough. So you’re gonna have to finish what you start. Hope you know what you’re doing.”

 

I didn’t. I’d never even seen another woman’s sex up close before, outside of porns. But I could taste him there, or I imagined I could. Her cunt tasted mainly like salt, oily, almost fishy, redolent of rain-dampened wool left to dry improperly in a closet. But the idea of eating her after his cock had been in there was as hot as anything I could imagine, and I gobbled her madly, licking her like a large gamy fruit, a mango, maybe, whose juices ran down my chin as I chewed… Soon, she went over the top with a cry, braced rigid against the chair, and my face filled with the oily, frothy thrusting prickliness of her orgasm.

She relaxed. “Good Lord, Sarena. I never knew you even had dyke tendencies. Warn a girl, why don’t you?” She gasped.

“I didn’t… don’t … really…” I said, also out of breath. “I don’t know… I just got hot at the thought of licking you after he…”

She grinned. “I guess. Well,” she lit a cigarette and exhaled a white cloud.

I wanted one too, but knew better. They always smelled better than they tasted. Pussy wasn’t like that. Its taste was all smell and feel.

“Did you taste him in my pussy?”

“I… smelled him on you. Not sure about the taste, but I think so. Kinda.”

She stared a minute. “So you know how he tastes.”  She rose. “You fucking him too, huh?”

I sank back on my heels. She moved in, towered over me, her thick black thighs thrust forward near my face. “He puts his thick dick in that little hairless baby cunt of yours?”

I nodded.

She looked angry for a second. “Why that motherfucker…!” Then she shook her head and laughed.

“So you wanted to taste his juice in my cooter, huh?”

I nodded.

“Like it?”

I nodded again.

“Well, you know… he never came in my cunt last night,” she said. “It’s a wonder you didn’t want to lick my ass.” She chuckled. “You want to rim my ass, too?”

I shook my head.

She suddenly grasped my face and pushed me backward to the floor, her mouth inches from mine, her body utterly dominating mine. “You sure?” she said huskily, and then thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her hands pawed my tiny breasts and her wiry pubic hair rubbed my groin through my clothes. I nodded.

She reached behind and yanked my pants down over my ass. “He fuck your little baby ass, too, girlfriend?” she said, her finger touching my left cheek and moving into the crease.

Nicole slips in and out of ‘street’ idiom at will; I think she does it to mess with us bourgeois white kids.

I shook my head again.

“No?” she said.

“No,” I answered softly. “He probably wants to. He looks at it a lot. But he’s never asked.”

“Huh,” she sniffed. “You want him to?”

“I… I don’t know. I’m sort of turned on by the idea, especially when you talked about it just now, but I don’t know if it would feel good in reality. He’s so big…”

“And you’re so tiny.” She pressed the flat of her thumb against my anus and I moaned involuntarily. I was both scared she’d push it in and afraid she might not.

She laughed and stood suddenly, pulling her thumb free, and then straddled me the other way, 69-style, her large hairy crotch a foot above my head, inverted. She lowered her head and licked my vagina experimentally. “I’ve never eaten pussy before,” her voice breathless and muffled. “Yours is pretty.” She thrust her hands under my ass, lifted me easily and stuck her hard tongue into me, rammed it deep, as if fucking me with it. It felt a lot like a small cock, until she flexed her tongue inside me, snaking it about, touching crevices that had never been stimulated. I moaned loudly and she began to lap me, sliding her broad tongue across it and then ramming it down inside me, twitching it about. I felt her hit my G spot effortlessly, then the A spot, and soon I was hers to do with what she wanted. She took me to the edge and toyed with me, held me there. I heard her say something against my groin, and then she lowered herself to my chin.

I licked, sucked, chinned her soaking and reeking snatch, but she wanted more. I thought I knew what.

I refused.

She stopped, and I felt the awesome delayed orgasm begin to recede. “Oh, no, Nicole, I’d love to, but I can’t,” I wheedled. “I’ll do anything but lick your ass…” I touched my right index finger to her anus and pushed hard, and she stiffened.

“Make a fist,” she said.

“What…?”

“Make a fist. Left hand.”

“O..k.” I balled up my hand.

“Show me.”

I held my fist down near my cunt so she could see it from her angle above me.

She grunted with approval. “A nice little baby fist. Make it hard and…fuck me with it,” she panted.

“In your…?”

“My pussy, silly girl.” She made a sound of irritation.

I put my fist against her inflamed slippery vulva, and pressed, the heat and the muscle taking over and squeezing, pulling me in to my forearm. She moaned and her body above me shook.

“Now… move it!” she ordered. She rocked her body to get the motion started and soon I was fucking her with my arm, my finger on the bud of her ass.

“Oh, Lord,” she said and began to lash my clit wildly, plunging her hard tongue into me, turning my insides to liquid, quickly heating. “It’s… too good.”

The orgasm washed over us both simultaneously, mine producing the kind of clenching spurting intensity that happened once in a blue moon, with him more often than anyone, usually after a healthy dose of some sort of hallucinogenic.

Hers led her to clamp her muscles round my forearm almost painfully as she came, spasm after spasm of forceful milking wetness bathing my arm inside her. I held still for a minute then decided to use my instincts, ramming deep inside her like I liked a cock to do when I was coming, and she clearly loved it. Then I decided to see if I could open my hand inside her, and almost had it when she froze and screamed. “Ohhhhhh…Dear Jesus. Ohhh, fuckety-fuckety-fucccckkkkkkk…”

I thrust my thumb into her ass, and she jerked, so I added my index finger for good measure before she finally begged for me to stop.

“You kinky little cracker bitch,” she said when she had caught her breath. “that was hot as hell. You made me come like a real whore. I owe you…” she stopped, and a naughty smile stole across  her face.

She dropped her head again, out of sight. I felt her hands on me again, under my thighs. lifting my butt off the floor, and her tongue slid down across my cunt again. She lowered her cunt to just above my face, effectively pinning me to the floor. Then her hard tongue made its way into my butt, pushing just inside and stopping. I froze, and she pulled out, then in again, slowly working my ass. It felt delicious and naughty, beyond anything I’d ever felt. Then a thick finger pushed slowly into my cunt, joined by another. “Oh, my fucking God,” I whispered. “Oh, Nicole. Make me come, you beautiful whore. Make me come. Make me come!”

“I’ll let you in a minute,” she said with a laugh, but it was too late.

When she stuck her tongue inside me again, over the edge I went, into a land where I’d never been before. I’d never had an orgasm that felt like this, this nasty and this good. It was like your first hit of Ex and your first orgasm, all wrapped up in one. It took so long to unwind that it felt like time was broken.

When I came back, Nicole was cradling me in her arms, nuzzling my neck.

“You’ll want it in your junior-sized ass now, little cracker,” she said gently. “I got you all ready for a cock in that cute little pooty-hole.”

Her hands kneaded my butt gently. “Ummm hmmm. I can see that big thick rod opening up your little bumhole wide. And you will fuckin’ love it,” she predicted confidently. “It’ll be too good.”

**

It was a few weeks later that I finally got the nerve to ask him. The prospect of that thick stout cock pressing into my tender ass, maybe tearing me open, scared me almost more than it excited me.

Almost. Some nights the thought of something big and determined, forcing its way into my vitals, crudely, almost angrily, made me come harder than I ever had, until I saw spots dancing in front of my eyes.

I knew I needed to try it, even if I might regret it.

I waited until one of the nights he’d smoked a big fat joint and was huge, hard and reefer-ready to fuck me.

That was in response to Nicole’s instructions. “You want it hard as it’s gonna get,” she said. “Might seem like the bigger it is, the worse it hurts, but bigger isn’t the worst thing. Half-soft hurts more. Pulls, tugs, burns.”

He was hard. Like steel. His cock gets so rigid when he smokes weed, it seems to get bigger. The  ganjaerection, he calls it.

His cockhead vibrated with lust, wanted me like a drug.

My butt quivered with fear…and curiosity.

“How would you feel about us doing some anal?” I asked casually.

His eyes, reddened though they were, brightened. He nodded his head, hard.

He wanted me over the bed, bent over. I felt him press his thumb against my anus, nudge inside slowly, and then rotate slowly, adding a finger. Inside me, things started to happen, a deep rumble of warmth, an almost uncomfortable fullness, actually right on the cusp of too much and just right. He held me there for awhile. suspended, and then he pressed in deeper… deeper…

Suddenly, a spot he touched switched it over into white-hot, clenching pain, and just as suddenly I was in the grip of an animal hunger, a need to be used, to be at someone’s mercy, their toy; my pain, their pleasure. When he held still, I rammed myself back on his hand, skewering myself on his hand.

It felt amazingly nasty, like something we knew better than to do, but did anyway. It burned inside me, and I moved off it, then missed it terribly as soon as it was gone.

He chuckled stonedly. “I guess you’re ready for the real thing.”

Another squirt of lube and he lined up behind me, hunkering down, pressing his cockhead gently between my cheeks, being the careful cocksman. I wanted this fast, before I could change my mind and chicken out. “Do it!” I panted and thrust back impatiently, wanting to feel him inside me, and damn the hurt.

Crave the hurt, actually. I pressed myself upon his cock, felt it shoving my anus open rudely, and pulled about a third of it up into me, when suddenly it widened considerably, wedging me open from within, and the pain was exquisite. “Oh, dear Lord,” I chirped, scared out of my wits at what I was doing to myself. Slightly off balance for a second, Jeffrey quickly recovered and, catching my urgency, seized my ass in his hands, shoved me forward until my forehead touched the bed, and took over, ramming the rest of that thick rounded missile into my virgin ass, banging it in to the hilt.

The pain-filled lightning that roared through my head like a freight train went straight to my clit and was transformed into energy, and my hands leaped to catch it, clasping my crotch and rubbing in a frenzy. I’d never been one to masturbate hard, but this called for a new rule, and harder was better. The orgasm welled, grew huge and yet held off, bolstered by the feeling of that thick piece of hot, metal-hard meat buried in my tiny, pale virgin ass.

And he was so not taking it easy on me. After the way I’d shoved my ass at him, who could blame him for assuming this was not my first time? He thrust hard inside, hammering me open and pounding me like the experienced anal fancier he had apparently take me for, burying his thick tool in me to the hilt again and again… and again… as I gasped and tried to form the words to stop him . No, oh, no, no, please…!

But I don’t think it would have worked even if I had. He was in the grip of a monster lust, a crazy, stoned automatic fucking machine that was barely aware of me as a person; I was just a place to slam his swollen cock, a receptacle for his boiling sperm.

When he came, I came with him, sobbing, begging, the words finally freed by the monstrous wave of pleasure that washed over me, hot and prickly, making me feel like I had a fever. “Ohbabyohbabyohbabyoh…fuck,” I sobbed the words. “Fuck the hell out of me, fuck me, fuck me more…”

He did. Oh, God, did he.

When I walked in the next morning, Nicole was the first person I saw. Watching me gingerly negotiate the door and sit carefully, she grinned knowingly.

“Too good, girl,” she said softly as she poured us both coffee. “Welcome to the club.”

The word seemed appropriate. It felt this morning like that’s what he’d rammed into me the night before, a club.

But I also knew that I was going to go back for more. She was right; it was too good.

Humpday

Saturday. 

She was ripped. Her moon-wide, pleasant peasant face looked blearily happy as usual, but this time there was something puzzling her.

“Tell me,” she said, slurring slightly. “What is ‘CT’?

I choked on my scotch, and almost spat.

“Why do they call me that behind my back? What does that stand for?”

Even though I was looking right at the reason, I pretended ignorance. But she wasn’t buying.

“I know that you give the nicknames around here. Junior is ‘DB’; that’s easy enough to figure out. But what’s ‘CT’?

“I admit I did come up with Douche Bag; I applied it to the other guy, the excessively pretty one, but you have to admit it fits Junior pretty well. The others adopted it, abbreviated it. But I didn’t have anything to do with the other one.” Not strictly true, but I was pretty convincing and she was pretty smashed.

“But you know what it means.”

I shook my head, but this time I wasn’t lying quite as well. Maybe because I made the mistake of glancing down at her pants, where the extremus appendages of a large, humped ruminant quadruped of the genus Camelus, dead in front of me in all its glory, all but waved hello.

“Come on, of course you do. I can tell by your face. Don’t be afraid; we’re not at work. Spill it. What the fuck’s it mean?”

She looked at me, winked conspiratorially. “It’ll be our little secret.”

My boss was drunk tonight… and this secret was anything but little.

“I’ll show you,” I took a breath. “But you have to promise that this stays right here.”

“Ok. I won’t tell anyone you squealed.” She hiccuped. I wasn’t sure she’d remember tomorrow.

“And if I’m the one to show you, I can’t be called on the carpet for that,” I prompted.

“Ok,” she said finally. “I won’t ….kill the messenger. Or fire him. Or…write him up. I promise. Ollie Ollie Ox in Free.”

I smiled. Decided. This job was soul death. Not that I wanted to be unemployed, necessarily.

“Turn around.”

She did, slowly, unsteadily.

I took a deep breath. It was a long shot I was taking, and it could be a big mistake. I walked behind her, leaned in closely. Her breath smelled of gin. I hate gin.

I also hate the way she dresses, like some sort of yard-sale queen designed her clothes. Fuck it. I reached around and put my hand on her crotch, traced the dromedary’s toe.

“Oh!” she said suddenly. I couldn’t tell if she was suddenly registering what everyone else saw, or if it was anger.

Or if It was neither.

She pressed herself into my palm, hard.

It was what I was hoping for; the long shot had come in. I bumped her butt hard with my erection, and she caught her breath.

“How much do you want to fuck your boss right now, James?” she asked breathlessly. “How bad do you want me?”

“Pretty bad,” I agreed. “Which is exactly why I’m gonna fuck you right now. Right here on this sofa.” I yanked her pants down in one motion, then took her breasts in my hands, reaching up under her top as I ground myself into her pale, wide still-pantied ass.

“Ooh!” she said, surprised at my boldness, and, I hoped, madly turned on by it.

“I want you, too,” she said, her voice dropping to a lower register, like she’d probably watched too many cheesy mommy-porns. “Oh, yeah. But we shouldn’t.” Grinding herself against me, hands behind her grasping at my package as she spoke.

I opened my pants and let them fall. She traced my cock through the underwear. “Wow,” she said under her breath. “You really want me.”

I slid a hand inside her panties and down through the tangle of hair, seeking the wetness. It sprang at me through the gap between the swollen, protruding lips that had been the occasion for our current carnality; her outsized clit, already extended as I had hoped it would be. I teased it with my finger, and she gasped, sagging forward weak-kneed, landing on her hands on the sofa as I lightly traced its length.

I pulled her panties off and sank to my knees to examine her glistening cunt with my tongue.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, muffled, head in the cushions. “Oh…God.”

It didn’t take long at all. I pressed my face into her taut white body from behind, split her open and began to fuck her with my whole face, my nose thrusting inside her as my tongue strummed that massive clit, sucked it as if it were a small dick, chin bumping hard into her mound.

I mean a lollipop. What the fuck did I say dick for?

She came quickly, hard, screaming. “Oh, Jesus fucking God.”

I wasn’t sure what that curse meant, but it sounded kinky enough that I decided I liked it.

She pulled me, face dripping, up behind her. “I had no idea… Wow. I want you inside me,” she gasped. “Please? Hurry!” She tugged at my underwear, and I helped her, freeing my raging boner. She took it in her hand, marveling. “My God, it’s…fucking gorgeous.”

She turned back, leaned forward. “Do it, James,” she rasped. “Put that big angry thing inside me.”

I did as she asked. Slid my engorged phallus up between her mayonnaise-colored thighs and stroked straight up into her soaked, hairy snatch. It was heavenly tight, and I loved the way she squirmed and squealed as I rammed it into her, pounded her dromedary-resembling pussy until she came again, moaning like she was dying.

I loved even more the way she shrieked when two days later, I thrust it between those milk-white cheeks again.

Monday.

I sauntered in as she took her coat off. “Nice skirt,” I said.

She blushed beet red. I’d told her on Saturday when she was hammered that she should wear skirts more, show off her legs more. She didn’t want to acknowledge — yet — that she had remembered and followed my orders.

She didn’t know yet that she wanted to.

“Close the door!” she stage-whispered at me.

I did. The woman had listened. I liked her in a skirt.

“Do we need to talk?” She turned her head, blonde curtain covering her face.

She was always a late-arriving boss. Me, I’d been here since 5, and I was way ahead of her.

“Not as far as I’m concerned.” I moved behind her quickly, pulled her skirt up. “This doesn’t require that much discussion.”

She squeaked. “No! We Can’t!! Not here!!!!” She turned to move away from me, but I caught her hips as she did, pinned her against the desk, pressing her forward over it so she could feel my package against her ass.

“Please,” she whispered urgently. “Listen to reason…”

I touched her cunt through the panties, and it was oozing. I yanked them off.

I opened my pants and pressed my hard self down, coming up against her dripping pussy, rubbed myself across it, soaking it in her seeping juices. She whimpered with anticipation, but I suspected she had no real idea of what was to come.

As I pressed between her cheeks and into her anus, a startled cry escaped, a wounded sound. My hand firmly covering her mouth, I reared back and rammed myself between her pale cheeks, spearing them apart and cleaving her center like a knife. Under my hand she screamed silently, bucked, her eyes wide.

“Hold on, CT,” I said in her ear. “Hold on.”

I rode her hard, thrusting into that wide, wanting ass, taking it brutally, punching in anew each time and going deep. Felt like maybe it had been awhile for her.

Her body jerked with each new violation, but I soon noticed her eyes had glazed and she no longer seemed to want to fight it.

I realized she was trying to say something, and I relaxed my grip on her mouth a bit. “Do it harderI” She begged in a ragged whisper. “Oh, God, Jamesnnn….uhhhhh…”

Abruptly, she started to come, and kept coming, squeezing my cock with enormous force as her orgasm rocked her, her eyes rolling upward, tears streaming, her breath sobbing against my hand. I felt her hot salty ejaculation wash across my groin like a cup of warm coffee spilled across my balls. It sent me over, and I squirted about a quart of boiling jism into her wonderfully tight ass, restraining myself from the urge to cry out.

Afterward, there was little to say. I rose shakily, and she lay where she was.

“Okay?” I asked, putting myself back into my pants. She nodded, waved her hand, her face still hidden.

“Wear your hair up tomorrow,” I said as I let myself out, locking the door after me and returning to my cube.

Tuesday

She called me in her office, stayed behind the desk. She seemed about to start a few times, then stopped before words came. Finally…“If we’re going to do this, we need to be a little more careful,” she said primly, her blonde hair folded and pinned upward, lying at the back of her neck like a librarian.

“Oh?” I said. “Do tell.”

She colored, as she always did when she encountered something that looked like insubordination from her staff. “I had a bit of an uncomfortable day yesterday. For a few reasons. I didn’t… know you were going to …fuck me in my ….office. I thought we could keep this outside of work, if we…”

“Is that all?”

She went positively livid. “I didn’t know you would…come… in…ugh… Or even put it in my … at all, for that matter. I don’t have much knowledge about that.”

“About what? Sex?”

“About… that…”

“Anal.”

She ducked her head, nodded.

I was shocked silent for a second at the thought. Then I lifted her chin. “Were you… a virgin?”

She blushed tomato red. Averted her eyes again. “No.”

“Wow.” It took me a minute to process it. “Wow. I’ve never fucked a virgin before.”

“I was not!” she protested hotly, lying her chubby white ass off. “Please stop saying that.”

“Anally. You had never had a penis inside your butt before, right? Deny that, I dare you.”

“Oh, alright,” she whispered finally. “I had never been” — her voice dropped to a whisper — “fucked in the ass before you did it to me.”

“But how…?” I was floored. “Your… whole generation talks about it like it’s de rigeur. If … if I’d had any idea you might not want to, I’d have asked…”

“Did I seem to be complaining about that?” she said softly. “I’ll admit it was a big surprise, but…”

“But you liked it. Clearly. How could you have gotten so turned on by it so soon if it was your first time? All that thrashing, screaming my name, begging me to do it harder, crying when you came… You fucking came, you squirted, for fuck’s sake! That doesn’t happen the first time.”

She went hard red again. “I…can’t explain it. It hurt horrendously when you first did it. That’s why I made that noise…”

“… that squealing, injured-kid sound? I thought that was weird. But… then you started to come…”

“I did. I don’t know if it was the pain that threw me over so quick, but I just got way, way into you… into what you were doing. I wanted you to fuck me like you were trying to get inside me… all of you inside me…” she was breathing hard. “I came and kept on coming for a long time, after you left.”

“Wow. So… what’s the problem?”

“When you fucked me the first night, you left me a bit sore around the…hips…but yesterday, in the office, was…” she shifted against the edge of the desk. “Real painful. I can’t really… sit.”

“But you came …”

“Oh, quit congratulating yourself on that, you fucker. It hurt like a bitch, James, when you fucked me…in … in my office,” she blurted. “Made me come. Here. Where I work. While I was…It was naughty.”

“Naughty…?”

“Well, unprofessional then. Not kosher. I could have… made noises… someone could have heard.”

She shifted again. “I could barely sit all afternoon, I was so sore… and so sticky…” She blushed again.

“Ahhhh…” Now I started to get it. “Messy…?”

She nodded, dropped her eyes.

“It happens. Next time you’ll know,” I shrugged, walking away. At the door I looked back. “Put paper towels inside your underwear.”

She stared at me, stunned by my unconcern, my lack of apology.

I locked the door and walked over to her desk. Climbed up on it, on my knees. Opened my pants. My hardening penis on display, almost brushing her chin. She licked her lips. “James, really, we need to talk this out…”

I stopped her words by lifting my thickening cock, brushing the skin back and putting the head against her lips. “Blow me, Maggie,” I said matter-of-factly. “You know you want to.”

“Oh hell.” Her mouth opened and she licked her lips. “It’s just so…gorgeous,” she gulped under her breath before opening her mouth to take me in. Her body trembled with excitement. “Oh, fuck, what am I doing? I was trying to tell you why this can’t happen in the office again…”

I pressed myself rudely into her mouth and she choked a bit, then gulped my cock greedily.

“You want this a lot,” I said. “Admit it.”

She was sucking lustily now, sliding me in and out of her mouth with wet gusto, so apparently she didn’t think the situation called for an actual reply.

I pulled out of her mouth. “What?” she panted in surprise.

“Admit that you want this a lot,” I said firmly.

She sighed, caught her breath a bit. “I want it,” she whispered. “I want it pretty bad right now, James.” Her right hand had strayed unconsciously to her crotch, and she was massaging herself through the skirt.

“Admit that none of your MBA-worhipping Gen Xers have ever given you this kind of pleasure. That it took an old man like me.”

“Oh, Christ. Yes, you narcissistic old geezer, you can fuck. Now shut up.”

I smiled, took the back of her head and thrust it back into her warm wet mouth, driving in and out as if I was fucking her chin. She gagged but quickly recovered, caught the rhythm.

“You want me to drop a load of hot sperm inside you,” I said. “The idea makes you very hot.”

Her breath came faster as she sucked me. I dipped deeper just to show her I could still choke her.

“You want me to put some sperm inside one of your orifices,” I prompted. “Inside your tight, uncharacteristically hairy yuppie pussy.” She gasped and sucked me harder. “Up between those creamy white cheeks and rammed into your sore bum.” She made a choking sound and took me deeper.

“…or…way down inside your awesome throat,” I finished, ramming my cock home and holding it deep inside as my semen filled and flooded her mouth.

She took my whole load, hitching, swallowing hard, her eyes looking hunted, her face red and flushed. Finally, she pulled away, choking, dripping, swallowed hard a few more times and lay face down across the desk, her wheat-like hair spilling over my thighs.

Presently, she raised her head to look at me. “Oh, my God,” she said in a shocked whisper. “That was so fucking hot. Awfully humiliating, but hot.”

I looked at her a full minute.

“What?” she said, flushing again, ever defensive.

“You like being bossed around. Ordered.”

She stopped. Considered. “Yes, I guess I do.”

“Used. Degraded.”

She said nothing, her face fearful.

“Admit it.” I snapped.

“I… yes, I must.”

I grabbed her hair in my fist. “You’re my bitch. You’ll do what I want and like it?” I said, making it a question, but only barely. I pulled her to my groin and thrust myself back into her mouth. “You’ll blow me when I tell you to. Whenever, wherever.” She choked and took me all the way in, nodding her head. “I can rape your mouth again, just like that, anytime.”

“I… don’t call me names…”

“Camel Toe. You want me to abuse you.”

“I…

“You like it, because you like to be out of control. All control freaks secretly do, and you’re no exception.”

I let go of her hair and slid down off the desk. “Depilitate the toes, CT.”

“What…?”

“Shave that hillbilly beaver before tomorrow, hippie. This isn’t 1975.”

I went back to work. Tomorrow was humpday.

The first brush…

…Some time afterward, without discussion, he rolled her over onto her stomach and made love to her other side, his tongue tracing her spine from the tips of her ears down to the swell of her butt, where he paused for an extended time, rubbing, lightly tracing, kissing, licking between her legs, his tongue entering her soaked and aching vagina from behind, sending the blood gushing south again in a roaring torrent.

Gently he probed the crease of her ass with his slippery fingers, thumbing the bud of her anus softly, until she relaxed enough to let him penetrate her, holding still and stroking her shoulders, her back and cheeks reassuringly until she relaxed again and let him insert a finger. Soon, he added a second and began sliding them in and out slowly, softly, and her body followed the sleepy sexy motion, rising, falling as if riding a wave.

Then she felt his hardness brush her thigh and she tensed with the sudden premonition of what was to come. She was frightened, but she knew he would be gentle and he was.

She also did not know if he would stop if she asked.

The velvety head of his penis pressed between the globes of her ass and slid into the crease and nosed, gently insistent, upward into her body from behind. She caught her breath loudly and held it.

He paused, balanced above her, kissed her ear, squeezed her breasts, then slipped his hand under her and rubbed her sex with the heel of his hand until she released her shuddering breath and began to rock against his hand, gasping, begging. Then he resumed his motion, slipping inside her, parting the relaxed muscle, and when she had adjusted to accommodate his solid thickness in her forbidden place, he went further, a long way down inside. She groaned with the tension and the unexpected, darkly erotic feelings it aroused in her, unlike anything she’d ever imagined she could feel.

He rose a bit, pulling back, and she relaxed again. He reversed suddenly and pressed in anew, reached all the way inside her and claimed her, taking her last bit of privacy, her last vestige of virginity surrendered to him. Buried in her, his full testicles pressed against her rounded, tensed buttocks, he wrapped her in his body and held her tightly, molding her to him. She relaxed into him, her flesh pulling his deeper, wanting it to burn her, a feeling that she never knew until now that she craved.

Then he began to take her, thrusting slow and deep, filling her in a way she could not even begin to resist. Her body writhed against him like a wraith, her movements feeling out of her control, possessed by his spirit and his flesh, her ass pressing upward, meeting and welcoming his gloriously hard cock, which split her afresh with each powerful thrust of his hips. Pain welled and ebbed constantly, alternating with a taut, warm, bursting pleasure that made her light-headed, until she did not know what she was feeling, each wave more intense than the last.

Then he thrust deeper than she thought possible, she felt him graze her core, and she screamed, her body convulsing as she felt something inside her let go suddenly, as if a knot had abruptly come undone. Thick streams of steamy liquid burst from her inner depths, her own molten lava, emptying itself through her cunt, coursing down her legs and pooling on the bed beneath their bodies. She collapsed, gasping with the release, and he fell with her, lay beside her, still buried inside.

“I know you now,” he said softly after a bit. “And you are mine.”

She nodded mutely, biting her lip to stop the shaking.

“And there’s more.”

“What…What could there possibly be after this?”

For answer, he rolled her upon her back and …