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After Court

Hey Craiger, I didn't see him last Friday or Sunday and only had him for a half hour on Saturday and Monday. I saw him Tuesday (Oh what a night) and haven't seen him since. Probably won't see him until the game Sunday but that's OK because I got more than enough on Tuesday. Lol.

Actually, I'm in court most of the day, so, it's good that he works all day or we'd never see each other. We mostly have met at the office after 6:00. Night court can put a crimp in that (like last night I had night court from 5:30 til about 8:00).

While he has definitely started to feel more comfortable and more assertive, I, like a true girl (lol) have very subtly been able to get him to give me what I need and want. Mostly, that's his cock in my mouth but, there are other things.

I'll give you a little tease for my next post. I got his lips on Tuesday. Oh, did I get my wish for kissing. Lol.

Time for a little recess. More on Friday. I have to say, he sure makes me feel giddy and happy. Be interesting to time travel a year and see where things are then (if things are still going on-lol). I do have just a slight problem. I think (and I stress the word think) that I'm starting to develop real emotional (as opposed to just sexual feelings) for him. Nothing earth shattering, but, somewhat, troubling, nonetheless.
 
I like the tease..... kissing.... I know a solution to your problem. Introduce the two wives and when they become fast friends it will be easier to have time with Rick.....j/k The unfortunate thing about ongoing sessions like this is that the emotional factor becomes quite a problem. My second boyfriend was a married man with two boys. The thing was that we worked together and that made it easy to be around him and his family. I would spend weekends with them, as they lived in a nearby city. I'd play uncle to the boys and do the "mans" work around the house for his wife. He had no concept of common household things. It all worked for about a year and a half, but then things slowed down and because of his religious beliefs we basically had to separate. I soon left the company but family wise we remained good friends and kept in touch. However, as time went on Christmas cards became the only contact. I think towards the end his wife suspected a little, but I don't know how much. I missed being around his boy though, they were such sweet kids. So, moral to my story is, be careful with the emotional feelings. Sadly, they can destroy good relationships however that doesn't mean you can't remain friends with benefits.

Craiger
 
Craiger, I suspect the emotional part is going to be the difficult aspect to all this. It kind of reared it's head Sunday at the game, but, I'm getting ahead of myself because I still have to get through last Tuesday.

Rick made plans to stop by the office on Tuesday after he got off work. He was a little late but who am I to complain? I got him a beer as he sat on my couch and we talked a little. He was becoming more assertive, as I've said, and said, "While I'm talking, rub my feet, they're sore as hell." He sat on the couch in his work clothes, I slid to the floor in my suit and took off his work boots. His socks were damp with sweat (which, of course, turned me on) and I deeply massaged each foot. Eventually, being beneath him, at his feet, become too much of a temptation for me, and I started to gently kiss the tops and soles of his socked feet while I rubbed them. I knew that he enjoyed that and I certainly did. I got up and got him a second beer and went back to work on his feet.

After a few more minutes, he spread his legs apart, his sign that it was time for me to get to work on his cock. So, I moved up to his waist, unbuttoned his jeans and started to kiss his stomach and underwear covered cock. He was rock hard and his cock bulged mightily in his underwear. I began to pull the underwear elastic waist band away from his skin and lick and kiss the area below his stomach, near his cock. I'd put my lips around just the head of his cock for a few seconds and slowly lick and suck that, as well. His salty, sweaty taste was incredible as was his body scent. He smelled so fucking good to me.

I pulled his shirt off and started to open mouth kiss his upper body from his stomach up to his chest. I know I was licking his chest, too, and thought that I could lick the sweat from his body all night. While I did this, I slowly massaged his cock with my hand from the outside of his underwear. He pushed his cock into my hand and he let out soft groans. I kissed his neck and his ears, still massaging his cock. He whispered, "That feels so good."

I wanted his lips, now, wanted to kiss them, but, didn't want to get him angry. So, I just gently kissed and licked with my tongue his lower and upper lip. He seemed a little hesitant at first, but, then, opened his mouth a bit so that I have more access to his lips. I ran my tongue along the lower part of his upper lip and could feel his tongue poking out towards mine. I made my move and just started to open mouth kiss his upper lip and then moved slightly down so that our tongues would at least touch. All the while, I stroked and massaged his cock.

Finally, I just open mouth kissed him. We kissed for maybe five seconds, then he pulled away and said, "I need you to suck me off." I moved down to his groin, slid his pants and underwear off and took him in my mouth. I was on the floor, between his legs, and his hands pushed down on the back of my head. He was already close to cumming and he pushed me up and down, quickly. His cock seemed massive and I gagged a couple times, but, kept up with the fast and deep pace. He lasted maybe a minute, tensed, and blew his load into my mouth. Again, I swallowed.

He wanted another beer and I got him one. When I came back, he had the pillows on the floor and was sitting up on the floor against the couch. His back, again. I was horny and needed to cum. I sat next to him, pulled my pants and underwear off and slowly started to stroke away while kissing his chest and shoulders. I hoped he would, maybe, stroke me, but I began to realize that his hands were never going to find their way onto my cock. It wasn't in Rick to do it. Still, he did put his arm around me and started to play with my ass while I kissed him and stroked myself. He actually started to finger my asshole, a little, and I moaned, "Oh, fuck, yeah....." He was getting into it and said, "You like that, hmmmm? You want my cock in there, don't you?" I moaned, went to kiss his neck, and said, "I want you in me, I want your cock in me so bad ......." I came, then, all over his legs (it was the direction I was pointing given our positions). I got some paper towels and cleaned him up.

We talked about the game Sunday and our plans and when he left, I felt really fucking good. I loved kissing him, I did. By that time, of course, he had 5:00 shadow and it turned me on to feel his rough face against mine. Amazing that it took me 46 years to french kiss a guy and feel that feeling, but, I did. I don't have any fantasies or desires to make out with him, I don't. But, I do like knowing that I can kiss him now. I really liked the way I felt around him. I will say this, for now, we did end up having a fantastic time Sunday. I'll will write about that next.
 
I was going to say I felt a little sorry for his wife in that she isn't really necessary any more, but she's the one that kept him in such a restricted and almost non-existent sex life. Rick seems to be developing some feelings for you as well. Otherwise he wouldn't keep coming back and slowly but surely allowing you closer contacts. Have fun.

Craiger
 
socksandrocksoff,

You've got a following already, enjoying your story, keep it going....

thanks...
 
Really appreciate all the compliments, guys.

Well, last Sunday, we met at the office and I drove us up to Cleveland for the game. We drank on the way up and, then, started to drink at the game. Our conversation was mostly non-sexual. The Browns were playing Miami and the game, for virtually 59 minutes, was ugly. The mood in the stadium was ugly. We drank and drank all day as the Browns looked to be on their way to a truly awful loss.

Now, through the game, there were two 30 y.o. really fucking hot women sitting in front of us. The one, Kelly, was a really sharp blonde (just exquisite) and she spent most of the game flirting with and talking to me. I knew that if I wanted to fuck her, I could. By the end of the game, she had moved up to a seat on my left (Rick was on my right). Kelly's friend sat next to Rick but she didn't seem to interested in him. Kelly kept leaning back into me, rubbing my arm, my leg, etc.

At the time, I couldn't tell whether all of this had any affect on Rick. Of course, with under a minute, the Browns engineered an incredible drive and ended up winning the game. I was horribly drunk. I had not eaten anything all day for fear that if Rick wanted to fuck me, well, I wanted to be ..... cleaned out, ya know.

The game ended around 4:15 and I invited Kelly and her friend to eat dinner with us at a really great restaurant not far from the stadium. There, the drinks flowed as well and Kelly was openly flirtatious. I really wanted to fuck her but (and I know this makes no sense) felt too guilty about cheating on my wife.

At one point, I went to the bathroom at the restaurant. The bathrooms were downstairs, in a basement like area. As I was urinating, Rick came in, and went into a stall to urinate as well. We made drunken small talk and, then, he said, "Get in here."

I went into his stall and asked "What's up?" His cock was out of his pants, he had finished pissing, but, it was half erect and out of his jeans and underwear. "Suck my cock," he said. I kind of nervously laughed and said, "This is a public, busy place, Rick, I'm not going to ....." He cut me off and said, "You want that blonde bitch or this cock?" I could tell then that he was angry and, I guess, jealous.

I kept waiting for someone else to come in the bathroom, but, the door wasn't opening. "On your knees," he said. I didn't know what to do. I had said I wanted to be submissive to him, I did love sucking his cock, but, not in a public bathroom. If someone saw us, we'd not only be embarrassed (we were almost 2 hours from home, though), we could get arrested for public indecency.

He grabbed my shoulders and tried to push me down. I looked down, the floor looked damp. "The floor ...." I muttered, but, still dropped down and took him in my mouth. I crouched, knees just above the floor so as not to get them wet and sucked him fast and deep. I prayed for him to cum quickly. My heart raced as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. I couldn't really keep my balance so I just dropped my knees onto the floor and sucked him. It seemed like an eternity, but, probably was 3 or 4 minutes until he tensed and blew his load in my mouth. He kept my mouth in place on his cock until every last bit of cum shot out and I swallowed all of it. He kind of smiled at me and then went out of the bathroom.

I was really, really drunk and my body was shaking with nerves. I can't believe no one had walked in. I washed my mouth out, dried my knees with paper towels and the hand dryer (they were only slightly damp) and tried to get composed. The thing was, as I stood there, I was rock hard. Sexually, it had turned me on.

Went back up to the restaurant and resumed the drinking and flirting. Finally, after dinner and more drinks, we all left. It was around 9:00. Kelly and I made out for about 5 minutes, exchanged numbers (she knew I was married) and, after walking the girls to their car, we went to ours and started to drive home.

I was really, terribly drunk and told Rick. He was no better and wasn't going to be able to drive home, either. About 10 minutes out of downtown. I saw an Embassy Suites and told him that I had to stop. He agreed and we got a room. Each of us called home and told our wives we just had to sober up before heading home and told them we were going to sleep it off and head home around 5:00 a.m. The wives were not too thrilled but, I guess, understood.

Rick grabbed the beer that we had left over from the ride up to the game and we headed to the room. In the room, I said, "Are you mad at me, because, if you are, I'm sorry, I just ....."

He looked at me and said, "Not mad." I rubbed his arms and went to kiss his neck and said, "Don't be mad, I'm sorry." He pushed me on the bed and stood over me, unzipping his pants and pulling his underwear off. "Get undressed," he told me. It was time, I knew. I reached over to my jacket pocket and pulled out some lube and lubricated condoms (I am so, so glad I thought to buy them a few days before and remembered not only to bring it in the car but bring it to the hotel) and handed it to him. "You've obviously wanted this," he said. I shut the lights off, stripped and put a pillow under my lower back, upper ass and spread my legs apart.

"Gentle, at first, please," I whispered. He put his cock in slightly and pulled out, then a little more, each time. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt. It did, particularly, when he was all the way (or a lot of the way) in. I moaned out. To his credit, he was, in his drunken state, very slow and gentle at first. His hands kept my arms pinned down and I tried not to scream out. After a minute, or so, it started to feel....good, I can't describe it. There was pain but, also, pleasure. Something about the rhythm .... I can't really describe it, but, it just felt really great. As I write this, I can still sense that rhythm. As it went on, he went faster and deeper.

I must have whispered 50 times, "You feel so good." He said nothing, just kept fucking me. I wanted to kiss him while we fucked, but couldn't reach to his mouth. As submissive as I felt sucking his cock, it was nothing compared to this. I felt so totally dominated by him, owned by him, controlled by him. It was so fucking incredible. He slipped out once or twice, but, quickly put his cock back in me. At times, I kind of squeezed my muscles around his cock .... man, what a feeling. I wished then that I had told him to fuck me bareback, but, the condom covered cock would have to do.

He stopped at one point, cock in me, and looked me in the eyes and said, "Maybe I should pull out now, you seemed to want that bitch instead of me." I pleaded, "No, don't please, I didn't want her, I want you ..... " He went back to fucking me.

He sped up and I knew it was time for him to shoot his load. I squeezed my muscles together once more and felt him coming. He pulled out and rolled over onto the bed. He slid his condom off and went to the bathroom. I lay in bed, in a heap. I was exhausted. Of course, the next morning, my legs and ass ached in ways that I never felt before, but, I guess that's a small price to pay for the absolute ecstasy I felt, that night.

He came back into bed and I started to kiss his chest. He had been sweating and I could taste his sweat. "That was incredible," I said. He was silent. I kissed him everywhere-his neck, his lips, his arms, his stomach, his chest. I worshiped his body. I told him, "I'm still so sorry for earlier, it will never happen again ..... I'm ...... yours, totally yours. Whatever you want, I'll do, whatever you say ....."

I just can't describe how submissive I felt. In my drunken mind, I wanted to call him "Master" (I didn't say it, but, I thought it, felt it). He said, "You better not ever pull that shit again, you're mine, you understand." I said that I did understand. "Kiss my feet," he said, "But, no jacking off for you, that's your punishment." I went down to his feet and did as told. I was so fucking submissive, he started to relax after a few minutes, he could see how totally weak I had become around him.

"Kiss them, good, slave," he finally said, laughing. I bit his foot, lightly, and he playfully kicked at my mouth. "Can I come up and kiss you Master?" I joked. He said nothing, so I took that as a yes, and moved to his mouth and started to open mouth kiss him.

As we started to drift off to sleep, I told him, "I don't want to scare you away, but ...... I am so into you, Rick. I ......" He sneered and said, "You should be." We fell asleep soon after. I woke up a couple times and couldn't seem to be close enough to him. I rubbed his body, slept right next to him.

So, anyway, I saw his jealous and possessive side that night. I also saw my own submissive side, in full view. The sex, well, I could see now that it's hard to let someone fuck you and not feel incredible emotions for that person.

We woke up around 4:00 and he went to take a shower. I went in the bathroom and said, "Can I...?" He nodded and I went into the shower, dropped to my knees and sucked him off one more time. When he blew his final load of the day/night into my mouth, I swallowed, looked up at him and said, "I'm yours, you know." He smiled and said, "I know."

More later.
 
As we drove home, he dozed in the passenger seat. I had mixed feelings-wildly mixed feelings. Part of me hated his jealous and dominating actions, part of me simply wanted to completely succumb to him, be completely dominated by him. Part of me couldn't stand his demands (hell, orders) for sex, part of me wanted to stop the car right then, kiss his cock, and beg him to let me suck him again. Part of me hated his stunt in the restaurant bathroom, part of me wanted to bow down to him as I knelt on that bathroom floor and kiss the tops of his shoes and thank him.

Part of me wanted to yell at him to take his hand and jack me off, at least, after sucking his cock and giving him my virgin ass to fuck. Part of me felt like I could go forever without having an orgasm if that is what he wanted. Part of me wanted to run from him as fast as I could, part of me wanted to tell him that I was falling in love with him and wanted to run away with him.

My cock was so fucking hard as I drove and I was so horny thinking about the day before. He must have sensed me looking at him, thinking about him, because he opened his eyes and looked in my direction.

"Thanks for everything, yesterday," he said. "You're welcome, I had a great time, can't believe they pulled that game out," I said. I continued, "Rick, I want to tell you that ....." He looked at me, "What?" he said. "Never mind, I'm tired, we'll talk another time," I said. "Bullshit," he said, "Don't pull that shit with me, what do you want to say?" I sighed, "It's nothing, really, I just ....... it's going to sound stupid," I said.

But, I went on, and said, "I've never really been submissive before, never had someone else calling all the shots, but, I ........ well, I really like it, I just want you to know how much I like it." He smiled and said, "You're welcome and, uh...., I like being the boss, here. I've got some things I'd like to try out. Makes me fucking hot to see you do anything for me."

He grabbed my right hand and placed it on his pants, on top of his cock. I drove with my left hand. "Stroke that cock for awhile," he said, "I like the way that feels." I couldn't believe it, he was fucking hard again. "What are you a machine?" I laughed.

Now, later that morning, after I dropped him off and started heading home, I couldn't stop thinking about him. All these thoughts flooded my mind. His strong arms and chest, his scent, his sweat, his feet, his cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my ass......mostly, I thought of just serving him, doing whatever the fuck he said. I missed him as soon as he left the car. I know this is going to sound stupid, but, I felt like ..... I was developing real emotions for him. I had NEVER had someone so dominate my thoughts and my body.

I realized that all the conflicting feeling were just my ego, resisting my desire to be a sub. Once I realized that, I knew I had to let those resistant feelings go. He was in control, end of story. I liked it. I didn't like the fact that I constantly thought of him.

By noon, he texted me. I called him and he told me he wanted to fuck me again on Tuesday. I asked him if there was any way he could stop by the office after work today. He said he'd try.

Well, he came that Monday and Tuesday I saw him at lunch and ..... well, it will take forever to explain what happened last week.

More later.
 
Wow! This is turning into quite a relationship. I think Rick has a tender side, but also likes to play the dominant game. My fear is that getting too deep into this might cause heavy problems for both of you. Particularly since you both are married and have children. But that is a decision that the two of you have to make and, in the mean time, have fun. I think it's great that your first anal contact went as well as it did and that Rick obviously wants more. You might have to make some definite rules about public action or you may end up in the other end of the court room facing the judge. Keep us informed.

Craiger
 
Craiger, I guess the first anal went great in terms of emotions, etc. The physical part was a mixed bag. It did hurt. Lol. The ..... pressure, I would call it, was the strangest thing. Felt like, I don't know, like pressure. Lol. That was a bit (more than a bit, actually) uncomfortable. I did ache the next day. My legs really felt sore, like I had been through a major workout, probably just not used to them being in that position.

Last Monday, he did text me but I called him back, as I said. I did not want to wait until Tuesday to see him again. He said he'd try to stop after work and he did. I was waiting for him at the door. I couldn't think of anything but him, all day. He looked tired and dirty. I got him a beer and we went into my office. I immediately started to kiss his neck while he sat on the couch. His scent, the sweat, the musky smell, it just overwhelmed me. I stuck my tongue in and out of his ear while I rubbed his jeans covered cock with my hand. I whispered, "I need you inside of me." I had been drinking most of the afternoon, so all my inhibitions were gone by then.

He threw some pillows and blankets on the floor and laid there on the floor on his back. I pulled his shoes off, open mouth kissing his socked feet, then pulled his jeans off, open mouth kissing his underwear covered cock. I moaned out, "I love your cock." He slid his underwear down and said, "Suck it, then, show me...." I didn't need to be told, my lips were already around his pole, licking and sucking that gorgeous cock and tasting his sweat.

After a minute, he rolled over onto his stomach and said, "My ass, kiss that ." I moved my mouth onto his ass and open mouth kissed that, as well. Then, I moved to his asshole, giving him a rim job and, literally, licking the sweat from his ass. I buried my tongue into his asshole, licking him, darting my tongue in an out so fast that I was short of breath. He moaned with pleasure.

After a few minutes, he rolled over and told me to take my pants and underwear off. I did, and he applied a lot of lube. He slid his condom on and I rolled onto the pillow and spread my legs high in the air. Again, he was gentle going in. It did mildly hurt and I felt the pressure again, but, yet it felt so good. Can't quite describe it.

As we fucked, he went deeper and deeper. His condom slid partially off, so he had to adjust it. I wanted to tell him forget it, just fuck me bareback, but, I didn't. Eventually, he wanted to take me doggie style. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that position, but got on my hands and knees and he took me from behind. Strangely, the pain seemed more intense with that position but I found it to be more erotically satisfying. Eventually, my knees started to buckle a bit, but, still he pushed on. A few times, he gave my ass a slap and I yelped out a bit.

The condom again slid and he adjusted it once more and rolled me onto my back. I felt like I was going to cum as he fucked me, but, I didn't. After a total of 10 minutes or so, I felt him tensing so I tensed my muscles around his cock and let him pump me quickly and deeply. He moaned out and blew his load. The condom must have been sliding again because I felt some of his cum in and around my ass. He fell on top of me, my legs still spread wide, but, now I put my feet on the floor. He was breathing heavy and I open mouth kissed his neck and pulled his body close to mine.

He rolled onto his back and I kissed his strong, muscular arms. My body hurt but it also .... tingled, if that's the right word. My toes even hurt as I think I curled them every time he thrust into me. He was drenched in sweat and I fucking licked it off his chest and stomach. My cock was rock hard and I needed release.

"My feet," he said. I went to kiss them and he shook his head "no." He put them onto my cock and said, "Fuck them, I know you want to." I thrust my cock into and between his soles. It felt so good. His feet were a little rough but moist with sweat. I wanted to do it for hours but lasted, maybe, a minute. I blew a load all over his feet, his legs and the floor.

I collapsed next to him and ran my hand through his hair while kissing him. We just lay there, not moving, not speaking. I knew how I felt, I was just falling deeper and deeper under his spell. Because I was drunk and felt so vulnerable given the absolute ass pounding I had just taken, I told him, "I wish we could stay like this forever. I want you all the time, I think about you all the time...."

He cut me off, "You're in love," he laughed. I felt embarrassed. He was joking but he was partially right. He had to leave and did.

I sat there for a little thinking about everything. I knew where some of this submissive nature had come from. I've actually never told a soul about what happened years ago and only 2 other people know about it because they were there.

During the summer after high school, I had, finally, been with guy I had secretly wanted to be with for months. We went to school together and I had made months worth of sexual hints to him. Finally, one drunken night, we were cruising for girls but couldn't hook up with any. I told him that if he wanted a blow job that bad, I would give him one. He said, "OK," and drove to this secluded spot near a park.

As we sat there, he pulled his pants down and said, "OK, my dick is out." I bobbed my head down like I was going to suck him, but, my plan was not to do it. But, when my mouth was that close, I did. I started to suck him off. I remember the things he said to me, like "can I cum in your mouth" and "that feels good." Well, I sucked and sucked him, but, he couldn't cum. I made him pull his pants off, kissed his inner thighs and went back to sucking him. Finally, he did blow his load (in my mouth) and I remember kind of gagging a lot as I tried to swallow. But, his cum was dripping everywhere.

Wouldn't you know it, just then, I saw police lights and heard the familiar siren "chirp." An officer came to the driver side (where my friend was sitting) and saw immediately what we had been doing. He ordered us out of the car.

My friend pulled his pants on and we both exited the car. He told us we were going to be arrested. We both pleaded with him, told him how embarrassing it would be. He seemed unmoved. I begged him, I mean begged him.

Finally, he said, "Well, I'll tell you what, you do for me what you did for him and I might look the other way." Now, at the time, I was very thin and somewhat androgynous looking. I had pouty full lips and long hair. I remember saying, "What....?" The cop just laughed and said, "OK, then, let me get my cuffs." I pleaded, "No, no, I just wasn't sure what you were saying ..... I'll do it." The cop said, "Don't do me any favors." I pleaded, "No, I want to, I really want to." I really laid it on thick. My friend said, "Don't do it." I shook my head.

I dropped to my knees and the waited for the cop to unzip his pants. He looked at me and I knew he wanted me to do it. So, I did. I slid his underwear down just a bit and pulled his cock out. He wasn't real big, but, he was thick and he was erect. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him like there was no tomorrow.

I still remember his hands on the back of my head, forcing me deeper and deeper onto his cock. His hands were locked onto my head. I still remember the leathery smell of his body (probably his belt or boots). Mostly, I remembered how forceful he was, how he said things like, "You like sucking my cock, don't you. You little fucking fag, suck that dick."

The interesting part of it all was that while I blew my friend, I wasn't very hard. By the time I was sucking the officer, I was fully erect. He fucked my face until he blew his load in my mouth. Again, I gagged but was able to keep more of it in. He sort of yelled, "Swallow that all faggot." Some of his cum dripped onto his pants and boots. He pushed my head down and said, "Lick that all up." I did and will never, ever forget the taste of the tops of his boots mingled with his cum.

When I had cleaned him all up, he looked at me and said, "Well." I knew what he wanted me to say and I said it, "Thank you." He grabbed my hair and said, "Thank you, what?" I told him, "Thank you, sir." He told us both that we had better never tell a living soul about what happened and he said to me, "I want you back here tomorrow night, the same time. Remember, I know who you are and where you live."

Had it been now, I would have told the authorities on him. But, I was young then, scared to death of the world finding out that I was bi. It was 1983, far different times than now. I did go back there the next night and my cop was there waiting for me. I sucked him off probably 20 times that summer. Every time was similar to the first. Every time, I had trouble swallowing his entire load and ended up licking his boots and pants clean. Toward the end, he had some kind of fetish with his hands, wanted me to kiss them, which I did. He was actually good looking, probably in his late 20s. The only reason it ended was because I went away to college. The thing was (and is), I had never, ever been so fucking turned on. I loved how he used me, ordered me around. I loved being his submissive cocksucker, loved calling him "sir" and thanking him for letting me suck his cock. My friend tried to get me to give him another blow job later that summer and again in the fall. I did it, but, did it, mostly to keep him quiet. After being with a "real" man, I really didn't want to be with my friend anymore.

With Rick, I had it all over again, and I was overwhelmed with my erotic desires and the incredible sex. I knew that day that whatever Rick and I had/have, it's dangerous because we both are married with families. But, I knew I couldn't stop running to him and doing whatever he wanted. The week ended up to be as intense a week as I've ever had.

More later.
 
I do sort of have one more comment/question for now. I have read a lot in this forum and in other, straight forums (I have fantasies of being a sub with a female as well, I just have never really acted on those), about these submissive desires of mine. I can see in this Forum, there are many stories where the writer wants to be a cock sucking slave, wants to have a "Master," etc. Also, in reviewing the CraigsList posts long ago, I saw a lot of the same desires.

While I do really find the whole sub thing intense (to a degree), I have no overwhelming desires to be like a cock whore, taking multiple cocks in my ass and mouth and being used by multiple men. My desires are, of course, to be submissive and, strangely, there is some desire on my part to be the more "feminine" of the couple. By that, I don't mean, feminine acting or talking, because I am not that. For me, it's more of.....uhhhh, this is sort of strange, I guess it's that I have these fantasies where I wear like panties, instead of male underwear, as a way of showing that I'm the submissive one. Also, I like the idea of being the one always doing the kissing, snuggling, etc.

My cop was the one that made that fantasy ignite. This is further kind of odd, but, he used to want me to wear panties and sometimes pantyhose under my jeans. Back in those days, there were no Victoria Secrets to go to. I remember there was a Fredericks (or something like a Fredericks) where I'd buy stuff. It was all rather strange yet oddly erotic. The cop wanted to feminize me, I'm sure it made him feel more ..... masculine, I don't know. He was probably a closeted, self loathing gay man and he figured it was OK if I dressed more like a girl. A couple times, he wanted me to wear make up but I resisted that, sort of .....

I guess my point is how common are these "sub" desires and fantasies of mine? Anyone? Please, give me some input. As I begin to delve into the old cop stories (and don't feel bad for me, believe me, although the first time was a little scary, I LOVED sucking his cock and if I hadn't gone away to college, would have kept doing it-he was a strong, dominant alpha male and I ended up loving every minute with him), I really wonder how far (or not far) outside the norm I am.
 
Let me carry on a bit. As you can probably tell by the number of posts today, I did not see Rick today. In fact, I didn't see him yesterday, either. That was my choice based on events that happened at the Browns game this Sunday (10/2/11) but I'll get to that soon.

This whole relationship has opened up so many different emotions and feelings in me. Many of those emotions conflict with each other. I should also tell you that I saw Kevin (see one of my initial posts) on Friday. Kevin is my client that I have wanted to be with for years and years. Really, I have absolutely no doubt, now, that I am in love with Kevin and have been for a long, long time. I don't really know how it happened since Kevin and I have never had any kind of romantic relationship. But, I know what I feel and I know that simply seeing him brings out so many feelings (sexual and fraternal). I never, ever thought I could fall in love with someone that I have not had an emotional or sexual relationship with, let alone a man, but I just know it to be true. What happened Friday, more or less affected what happened Sunday with Rick. Mind you, I'm fairly certain I have real feelings for Rick, but, they are nowhere near the feelings that I have for Kevin.

This whole thing with Rick has also got me to thinking about my past and my sexual orientation. I have struggled my entire life with being bi-sexual. In some ways, I really wish that I was either completely straight or completely gay, it would have made things a lot easier. I have dealt with a lifetime of conflicting feelings. Now, I have never, ever felt that being with a man was, somehow, wrong. I never have and never will. The heart, body and mind want what the heart, body and mind want. Period. I think the problem has always been that there are things I really like about woman and things I really like about men. Truthfully, there are more things I like about women and, sexually, mentally and emotionally, I would say that I'm drawn more to women than men.

Part of it is just my physical tastes. I find so few types of men attractive. I would say out of every 1,000 guys, I might find 1 or 2 attractive. Out of a 1,000 women, the number would probably be around 100. I mean, even with women, I have certain tastes. They have to be thin, for example.

Sorry, my mind is just everywhere, today. After last Monday, Rick and I did not have anal sex again. He wanted too one day last week but, truth be told, my ass and body were too sore. Lol. I think anal sex is something I can do about 2 or 3 times a month. Who knows, though, maybe with more practice I could do it more.

Last Tuesday, I was sore. Yet, I ached to see Rick. I was almost obsessing about him. I was daydreaming about him for goodness sake. Couldn't get my mind wrapped around anything else. He texted me at lunch time on Tuesday. I called him and he simply asked if I needed some protein. We made arrangements to meet at a restaurant about a half hour from where he was working (and almost an hour from where I was). He was, he told me, getting an early quitting time, so we planned to meet around 2:00 so that he could be home around 4:00.

I drove to the restaurant and he was waiting in the parking lot. He got in my car and he said he already ate and didn't want to go in the restaurant. Fine with me. I wasn't there for food, I was there to suck his cock. He told me where to drive and, after a few minutes, we ended up in a little park. It was a warm, late fall, rainy day. We sat in my car and, once parked, he said, "Get to work." I bent over and unzipped his pants and slid his cock through the slit in his underwear. I slowly started to suck him. As always, there was the taste of sweat that I came to find so much of a turn on. I went slow, which he liked. He told me, "That's it, nice and slow, savor that cock." Music played on my stereo (it was, in fact, the Clash "London Calling" and I was sucking him while a song "Spanish Bombs" played). He was very ..... arrogant, I guess. He said things like, "I bet you feel great sucking that cock" or "I bet that feels good for you." It did and I told him so.

After a few minutes, he said, "I want you on your knees." I told him there was no way for me to fit on the passenger side floor. He opened the door and said, "Let's go." Now, it was sprinkling out, in fact, it was like a fine mist. I was in a suit and nice shoes but followed him into a wooded area. He leaned against a tree and said, "OK, on your knees, finish me off." I looked down, it was muddy. I told him that. He said, "That's not my problem, get down, now." Truthfully, I didn't want to, I mean, I was in a nice suit. I said, "Rick, I'm going to get all muddy, can't we go back in the car?" I saw his temper flare a bit and he said, "What the fuck did I say, get down on your knees. I've had to work in this shit all day, you're too good to get a little mud on you?"

I had seen this side of him at the game. I disagreed with him on some point he made about the Browns. He got pissed off at me. A short while later, when we went to the bathroom, he told me, "You think because you're a lawyer, you know more than me?" I told him I didn't but I disagreed with his point. He told me, "Yeah, well, you can either tell me I'm right or you can forget sucking my cock, later." I thought he had been joking, he wasn't. I backed down and told him he was right. He sneered and said, "How's it feel to be a fucking slave to this cock?"

Well, out in the rain, we were at the same point, it was like he had to prove that he was in control and, if he could demean me a little in doing it, well, so be it. So, I told him, "I just don't want to ruin my suit." He looked at me and said, "That's what dry cleaning is for. Now, get the fuck on your knees and suck that cock or you will never, ever suck it again. You hear me?"

I hated authority. I always have. I can't stand to be told what to do. It's what makes so much of my life a mystery to me. Like the cop, way back when. I don't like cops (it's not a personal thing, because, personally, I like most of them. I just don't like their arrogance and their belief that they are in charge) and, yet, I had sucked that cop's cock the whole summer. I wore panties for him, wore nylons, put lipstick and eyeliner on a couple times. I had kissed his hands, sucked his fingers (his fetish, not mine) and, because he liked it, begged him to suck his cock.

Now, here was Rick, same authority bullshit, same demands. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but, my cock, well, it was rock hard. I liked the submission, I liked the humiliation. So, I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out of his pants. He laughed-laughed, out loud. "Yeah, you need that cock in your mouth, don't you?" I looked up at him and nodded "yes." So, I sucked him, with my knees in the mud and the rain falling. He loved the power he had over me. His hands guided my head and my mouth at the pace he wanted. He blew an amazing load in my mouth and I swallowed every drop of his cum.

We went back to the car and I started it up and started to put it in reverse. He said, "Not, yet. We have a while, yet." He put his muddy boots onto my lap and said, "Clean those for me with a towel, I don't want all that mud to get in my car. If it does, you can clean it for me tomorrow." I grabbed some paper towels and a golf towel and cleaned his boots. He just smiled.

"Now," he said, "You can have some fun, too, take my shoes off." I did as told and could immediately smell his socks. They didn't smell bad, just sweaty and wet. I moved my mouth down and started to kiss his socked feet. He put one foot in my groin and rubbed it back and forth across my pants, over my cock, while I kissed his other foot. I was hard and, eventually, pulled his sock off the foot I was kissing and started to open mouth kiss the sole of his foot. The more he rubbed, the hornier I got. Eventually, as much as I tried not to, I started to cum. In my pants, in my underwear. I was a fucking mess. He just laughed. Not in a mean way, just in a way that ..... well, he thought it was amazing that his feet could bring me to a climax.

"Oh, fuck," I said, "I need a shower." I again started the car and, again, he told me, "Not yet. You're right, you do need a shower and, I think, some dessert." He opened the door and led me back to the trees. He had his stomach and chest against the tree, his ass facing me and said, "On your knees, again." I did, as told, without a fight. He dropped his pants down and said, "My ass, eat my asshole." I dove my tongue into his crack, licked and kissed it. I gave him one rim job after another. I reached around and felt his semi hard cock. He was amazing, sexually. At one point, he said, "Stop. I think I hear a car." I was so oblivious to it all, so completely in a swoon, I said, "I don't give a fuck, let them see me eating your ass." He laughed. Finally, he had had enough and we went back to the car. Of course, I had to clean his boots again.

I looked like a mess. But, I felt ...... incredible. Sexually, he was stripping away everything from me. He told me, "I have to tear you down, man. Break you ...... You say you want to serve me, but, you want to call all the shots. I call the shots." I told him, "You're right, you do." He touched my face with his hand and said, "Don't be mad. You still love me, right?" Then, he kind of laughed. "Right," I said, "I do still love you."

More later.
 
So, as I drove back to my office, I thought and thought. I didn't love him, of course. Had feelings for him, but, not love. Also, I started to wonder how much of his demands were role play and how much were the real deal. Same went for my actions. Is it even possible to separate the two? Who the hell knows.

Sexually, I was excited as I had ever been. I enjoyed being dominated, I did. I did my best to clean up at the office. Washed my underwear in a sink with softsoap and let them dry out (used the bathroom hand dryer, mostly, those things really blow hot air). My pants were filthy with mud. I, fortunately, kept some spare clothes at the office (sweats, shorts, that kind of thing) for days where I have to work late and don't feel like being in a suit all night (if I don't have to be in night court or see clients). The suit would be dropped off at the dry cleaners on the way home.

But, part of me felt bad. Part of it was guilt. Part of it was embarrassment or humiliation that I was doing these things. I mean, really, on my knees in mud, refusing to stand up to him, basically admitting I was his sexual slave, a slave to his cock. Was that the real me? I couldn't figure out an answer.

I drank coffee in my office and worked a while. I tried to make some sense of things, but, I couldn't.

I would end up with him the next day and Thursday as well. Shit, I have a call to take, so, I'll write more soon.
 
So, I tried to make sense of things but simply could not. Couldn't quite figure out why I was so attracted and, in a way, repulsed by the whole submissive thing. I was sure I could talk to Rick and get him to tone things down a bit, but, I wasn't sure if that's what I wanted.

Wednesday, he stopped at the office after he got off work. He didn't mince words because he didn't have a lot of time, he had to be home in a half hour. He simply stood in my waiting room area, unzipped his pants, and waited for me to blow him. He just wanted a simple blow job, obviously, without any bells and whistles. OK, by me.

I have found in my limited involvement in all this that, in terms of feeling absolutely submissive, there is nothing like being on your knees, in front of a guy, sucking his cock. He is in complete control. Sure, you can play with him and his cock a bit, but, at the end of the day. his hand or hands are on the back of your head or in your hair and his cock is in your mouth. Your job is simply to suck him until he blows his load in your mouth. Let's face it, he towers above you given the fact that you are on your knees, so, really, it is the height of submission.

Obviously, that is a turn on for me. Rick was a little shaggy down there. Looked like he hadn't shaved in several days. Again, OK by me. Pubic hairs, no pubic hairs-all the same thing. It's the cock that matters. He blew his load in my mouth, I swallowed and he zipped up and said he had to go.

Thursday, he stopped again after he got off work. He looked exhausted and was really pretty filthy. He said he had a rough day. We had a while because he told his wife he was going to stop after work for a few beers and watch the first half of the college football game on ESPN. I put it on in my office, got him a drink and sat next to him on the couch and rubbed his strong and tense shoulders. I kissed his arms, his back, his neck, his ears, really, anywhere my lips could reach. I realized I was far more attracted to him when he was sweaty (after work) than when he was showered and clean (like at the game). Truth be told, I loved the taste of his sweat, loved the smell of his body and even loved the faint odor of his perspiration. He was "all man."

I rubbed his cock through his pants and he was already hard. He said, "Take your pants off, I want to fuck." I kissed his cheek and said, "I'm still kind of sore down there, can I take a rain check on that, today." He shook his head and said, "No. I want to fuck that ass. C'mon." I said, "Rick, I'm not trying to be a dick, but, I'm really still kind of sore down there, please, I'll be fine by Sunday, please, can we wait until Sunday." He didn't seem to like my answer.

Finally, he said, "Fine. Just lay on your back on the couch." I did as told, putting my head on a small couch pillow. He unzipped his pants, pulled them and his underwear off and moved his groin over my face. He stuck his cock in my mouth and, literally, started to fuck my mouth. He really jammed it in and out and deep. I gagged several times and could barely keep up with him. I also was having a tough time breathing. Still, up and down, in and out he pumped. He grunted and seemed to go faster and faster. There were no emotions. I was simply a cock and cum receptacle. He tensed and blew his load down my throat. I started to gag and cough, but, was able to take most of his cum in and swallow.

Now, I was horny as fuck. I started to kiss him and reached down to stroke myself. He pulled my hand away and said, "No." He leaned back on the couch and stuck his socked feet on my underwear covered cock (I had by now, unzipped my pants). "Fuck my feet,' he said. So, as we had the other day, I kissed one while he rubbed my cock with his other foot. I grinded my cock into his sole and open mouth kissed his other foot. I could feel I was ready to cum and he stopped. "Take my sock off," he said. He pointed to the foot on my cock. I pulled his white sock off and he slowly rubbed his foot onto my underwear covered cock. I went back to kissing his other foot and, soon, I tensed and, before I could cum, he again stopped.

"I want you to put my sock on your cock, don't you want to fuck my sock?" he asked. I was so horny, so ready to cum, I just shook my head "yes." I did as told and slid his sock over my cock. He pulled my underwear off and stuck his sole on my now sock covered cock. I started to kiss his other foot and again, he rubbed my cock with his foot. Within 30 seconds I tensed and was ready to cum. He stopped again and this time said, "All right, let's watch some of this game."

I was absolutely writhing in ecstasy. I reached my hand down to stroke myself and he said, "No, no cumshot for you today. I can't fuck you, you can't cum." I begged him, "Oh, come on, please Rick, I want you to fuck me so bad, I just need a couple more days, please, please, let me ....." I said. He just stared at me and said, "I said 'no.'"

He stared at me and said, "In fact, I don't want you jacking off, getting head from your wife or fucking your wife until I get to cum in your ass. When we fuck, you can cum, not a minute before, understand? I put up with this "denial" shit from my wife, I'm not about to put up with it from you."

I ceased putting up a fight and just accepted it. For the rest of the night we were together, I just lay at his feet, rubbing them, kissing them, licking them. I was so horny, I couldn't keep my hands or my lips off his body. Amazing how totally submissive you become in those moments when you're desperate to cum.

When he left, he warned me not to cum. He said he'd know if I did and if I did, my days of sucking his cock were over. I just told him, "I won't. You're the boss." He actually kissed me, open mouth, and then said, "That's right, I am the boss."

We were going to see the Browns again on Sunday. I knew my wife had started her period, so there was no way we were going to have sex before Sunday. I sure as hell wasn't about to jack off and risk him finding out. I'd lived with blue balls before, I could do it for three more days.

But, you know, when you're in that state of denial, it's hard, you feel weak, you will do just about anything to release and orgasm. I played with myself a bit just to get close to cumming but stopped short. Anyway, he left me in that state and, indirectly, led me to alter our romantic and sexual path.

The next day, Friday, out of the blue, Kevin stopped at the office. He needed a favor. I could never deny Kevin anything he wanted and, certainly, wasn't able to in my present submissive state.

Kevin. I can't believe he came back into my life just then.

Things don't happen the way you might think but I'll get to that in a minute.
 
Unlike many people who fantasize about being a cock slut and cum whore, the whole idea of being a sub, of taking whatever the top wants to dish out, doesn't sit so naturally with me. I fantasize about it and, then, I feel .... I don't know, disconcerted that I would submit to such a thing. As I've said, I love it, at times, and loathe it, at times.

Rick was playing the part that I wanted him to play. He had settled into the role of a dominant lover quite nicely. He also threw a little humiliation into the mix, which, I admit, I enjoyed. It shouldn't have bothered me at all, but, it did. Don't really know why. I think in a lot of ways, it's easier to fantasize about this stuff than live it. In your fantasies, you control everything and can stop things any time you want (usually, right after you're done jacking off or coming). In real life, well, a lot of it is outside your control.

Last Friday, I had court all morning and went to lunch. I could not stop thinking about the taste of Rick's cock, his cum, his muscles, fuck, everything. The night before, had my wife not been on her period, I would have made love to her. She looked so beautiful, so sexy. I missed having regular sex with her. I missed making love to her, being close to her.

I started to drink at lunch and drank quite a bit. I really had nothing in terms of work that afternoon, so, no big deal. I got back to the office around 4:30, just before the office closed. As I walked in through the waiting area, I saw Kevin, sitting with a fairly pretty girl. "Hey," he said in his familiar tone of voice. He kind of had a slow cadence or drawl, can't really describe it. "Hey?" I responded, "What are you doing here?" He smiled, "I need to talk with you, do you have a couple of minutes, it's important."

I told him I did but asked for a few minutes. I told my secretary to head home and, then, went and got Kevin and the female from the waiting room and brought them into my conference room. She was cute, looked about 25, longer brown hair, thin body, about 5' 7". She wore hot fucking boots-really, hot looking and she had a great ass. How fucked am I that as I walked behind them down the hall to the conference room, I was checking out both their asses.

Kevin still had a great ass. His blue jeans were worn and faded around his ass and they were also a bit worn and faded near his cock. It was as if he had so many hard ons that they gently wore down the front of his jeans. His hair was thinning and he had lost some of his boyish good looks, but, still, my heart was beating as I watched him. I wish my description could do justice as to how much I was attracted to and loved this guy.

We sat in the conference room and he introduced me to the girl (didn't call her his girlfriend, but, I assumed they were dating). Her name was Amy and she really was cute. She looked stoned, though.

We made small talk. Asked him how he has been, that kind of stuff. He asked if I had been drinking and I told him the truth, told him I hadn't expected to see any clients. He asked if I had any beers and, if so, could he have one. I went and got him and Amy one.

As we talked, I couldn't get my eyes off his body. His cute mouth, his thin build, that worn out part of his jeans near his groin, even his tennis shoes. Of course, I was instantly hard as I always was around him. If he only knew how much of a hold he had on me (well, see, I think he does have some idea of something, because, believe me, whenever he needs something, he knows I will come through and he has no problem asking).

The problem this time was his rent. He didn't have it and the landlord was threatening to evict him. I sighed, "How much do you owe?" He told me, "Only about $750." I sighed again, and said, "Well, if he hasn't filed a formal eviction, we can ...." He cut me off and said, "I know, but, I was wondering if you could loan me the money?" I shook my head "no" and said, "Kevin, we've been down this path before, you know I can't loan clients money." He said, "Right, but, I'm not your client right now and I could pay you back."

"How," I said, "you're always broke." He pointed at Amy and said that she was a dancer at a mens club, said she made $1,500 a week, usually. "Well," I said, "if she makes that in a week, let me call your landlord, stall him for a week, explain to him how time consuming evictions are when a lawyer gets involved and then you can make enough to pay the rent."

He moved in closer to me and put his hand on my leg and said, "Please, I need it now, I'm all out of time, we can't wait a week." I sighed. I drank from my own drink. But, I didn't say "yes."

I looked at Amy and said, "You make $1,500 a week, you must be a hell of a dancer." She smiled and said, "I am." I laughed and said, "It must be the boots." She laughed and said, "They're sexy aren't they?" I nodded my head, "yes." Kevin then said to her, "See, I told you." I said, "Told her what?" He smiled and said, "I told her you were into boots and feet and all that."

I looked puzzled and said, "First, how do you know that? Second, so what, you had her wear her sexiest boots so you could get a loan from me?" He laughed and said, "Well ...... but, don't you remember that night I ran into you at the Dome (a local bar), you told me that night you had a foot fetish."

I did remember. It had been a long time ago. I had been drunk and I kept hinting around to him that I was horny as fuck and would do anything to find a pair of feet to rub and a warm body to have sex with. I had thought that he might at least use my foot fetish against me that night, saying something like "if you want feet that bad, you can have mine." But, he hadn't. Instead, he had waited all these years to bring it up.

Amy said, "A lot of guys like feet. I think it's hot to have a guy play with my feet."

"Feet, aside, Kevin, I don't know about loaning you money....I mean, I don't normally do that..." I said. He said, "Please, you're the only person who can help, here. I'll do anything for you."

I paused, looked him in the eyes and said, "Anything, huh?"

He repeated, "Anything."
 
Thanks for the compliments 62624 and, Wildbeast, you must have better vision than me because I didn't see where it was all heading.:D

He said, "Anything." Now, imagine that for years and years I had pined away for Kevin. I had a schoolboy type crush on him, fantasizing about him, masturbating to the thoughts of him, sneaking a 1,000 looks at his body.....just a long, long time of dreaming about being with him.

But, I had tried through the years. Dropped every hint imaginable. He wouldn't budge. Now, of course, was my chance, trade the money for a chance to be with him, sexually. I couldn't imagine one thing, sexually, he could do to me that I wouldn't enjoy. I truly would do ANYTHING he wanted. Fuck, I'd financially support him forever if he'd just have a small relationship with me.

It had been easy propositioning Rick, in a way. If I had struck out with Rick, if he'd said "no," I had nothing invested in it. With Kevin, it was years of dreams and fantasies. The funny thing is, in that moment, I wondered what the hell I was doing, I mean, Rick was younger, stronger, as good looking and more stable. But, it was Kevin who held a spell over me. Always Kevin.

I was drunk, but, I was sober enough to realize that Amy was there, too. I would be propositioning him with a witness present (and a female to boot). I had a sense of dread, of fear, that he would say "no" and be gone from my life forever. I wasn't about to take the risk.

"I don't know, Kevin, I don't even know what 'anything' means ..... what do you have in mind?" I said. Amy cut in and said, "How about a private dance? I'm really good at it.' Kevin said, "She is, she has a lot of happy customers-she charges like a hundred for a half hour-she can do it for free if you loan me the money and I promise, I'll pay you back."

I looked at Amy and said, "Now, I see why you wore the boots." She just gave me a wry smile. I continued, "Kevin, I don't even have $750 on me, someone brought some cash in today ...." I reached in my pocket, "I've got about $450...." He said, "That will work." I handed him the money. He got up and said, "I'll be back in an hour." Before I could say, "What the fuck?" he was out the door.

Amy took my hand and said, "Where do you want the dance at? Do you have music anywhere in here?" I told her my office had a computer, she could get something from the internet and she said "great." I led her to my office and sat on my couch. She went to Youtube and put a song on. I couldn't tell you the name, all I can tell you is it seemed to have a lot of bass and sexual lyrics. She gyrated above me, leaning into me so that her breasts touched my chest, she casually dropped her hands and arms (and knees) near my groin, rubbing into my cock, ever so slightly, causing me to get very aroused.

She was very pretty and a great dancer. Very fucking sexy. I wondered how many times Kevin had fucked her, how many times her pretty mouth had sucked his cock. After a song, she went to the computer, clicked another link and started again. This time, she slid her jeans off (but put her boots back on) and pulled her shirt off. She had no bra, so her breasts were out and she wore a yellow thong bikini. My hands moved to her legs and ass, they were firm and felt good. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to suck Kevin's cock. I was all fucked up.

She stuck her booted foot in my crotch and rubbed it slightly. Then she moved forward so that her tits were in my face. The song ended on the computer. She went to put another on and I grabbed her by her ass. "Stay here, fuck the song. Lay down on the other end of the couch, I want to ....... play with your feet," I said. She smiled and did as I asked. She put one boot towards my face and I slid it off, thrust my face into her socked foot (she had black ankle high socks on) and inhaled her foot's scent. It was fantastic, the perfect mingling of sweat, suede or leather and some form of lotion (maybe pear scent). I started to kiss her socked foot and couldn't control myself. I had been so horny. I open mouth kissed her socked foot, then pulled her sock off and started to lick and kiss her bare sole. She leaned back and said nothing. I was lost, in dreamland as I kissed. Finally, she pulled her foot away and said, "Don't forget the other one." I did the same to her right foot.

My cock was aching, pushed against my underwear and pants. She sort of sat up, unzipped my pants, and slowly massaged my cock through my underwear while I kissed her feet. I needed to cum, but, didn't want her to think I could only last a minute. Anyway, this felt so good, I wanted it to last forever. After a few minutes, I could last no longer and exploded in my underwear. I groaned aloud and she gripped my cock through my underwear and started to stroke it quickly. Finally, I fell back. Another mess in my underwear.

I looked at her and she just smiled. Thankfully, after my last encounter with Rick, I had gotten smart and bought a pack of underwear to leave at the office. I went to clean up and put a new pair on. When I got back, she was drinking a beer. She looked at me and then the beer and said, "I got it myself, hope you don't mind."

I shook my head. "Listen," I said, "I really enjoyed that but I mean, Kevin..... you know...." She said, "We're just friends. He won't mind, he doesn't even really need to know." I looked at her and said, "Friends, hmmm, friends with benefits, I assume?" She laughed and said, "Fuck buddies, you might say."

She rubbed her foot onto my lap and said, "You and I could be friends, too." Now, it was my turn to laugh, "Friends, hmmmmm, well, then Kevin and I would be drinking from the same bottle of wine, wouldn't we?" She laughed and said, "I like the way you talk, I love intelligent men." I gave her a puzzled look and she said, "Like I said, Kevin's more of a fuck buddy, a roomie, sort of ...... the intelligent thing doesn't necessarily apply to him."

"I'm married," I said. She smiled and said, "I know, we didn't really do anything, just a private dance .... with benefits." I laughed out loud. She continued on, "I don't want to embarrass you," she said, "but, you have a nice cock." I nearly spit out my mouth of beer. "I see," I said, "I'll bet you say that to all your friends." she laughed. I said, "You are gorgeous and I love your feet." She said, "Thanks, I love guys that no how to pamper them, most men don't." I replied, "Kevin doesn't?"

She said, "No, guys like Kevin could care less about my feet, he's worried about other body parts." I said, "I see, so 'guys like me....'" She said, "Most of the guys I know that like feet are professionals, they're not just worried about sticking their dicks into me." I said, "So, Kevin....?' She laughed and said, "is worried about sticking his dick in me."

"Is he good at it?" I asked. She said, "Sometimes yes, mostly average." She put her foot towards my mouth and said, "Don't worry about Kevin, right now. Kiss my feet some more." I did as told.

This had not been the first time I had been with one of Kevin's women. The other time had happened a long, long time ago. She was barely 18, she had fallen in love with me. Truth be told, I had fallen for her.

With Amy, I realized I was close to Kevin's cock, close to his life. Maybe, there was a way to integrate all this, have some piece of him.

More later.
 
In my opinion, Rick is being an asshole and taking advantage. I understand you like the submissive role, but he's just going over the top, treating you poorly...
 
Mav, I tend to agree with you. He would, however, have a chance to redeem himself last Sunday and .... well, I get to that in a second.

Back to Friday. Amy and I talked a bit more, she offered to "work" off the money I loaned Kevin. Offered me private dances for $50 an hour (a significant savings from her normal rate - Lol) and I told her that I'd think about it. She said Sundays through Wednesdays were the best days for her as that was her "slow" period. Thursdays through Saturdays were her busy nights at the club. She gave me her cell phone number.

Kevin eventually returned to pick her up. He didn't come in, she just went out to the parking lot and they left. I was tired and spent. It was still early but I couldn't drink anymore and I wasn't ready to go home yet. I laid on my couch, covered myself with a blanket, put a CD in the computer, and thought about everything.

When I was younger, I fucked around constantly. Every night it seemed like I was with someone else. Scores of women, a few guys sprinkled in, but, my mind and body seemed obsessed with sex. By the time I hit 30, I was pretty exhausted by it all. Also, realized all that meaningless sex was ... well, meaningless. It left me feeling empty a lot of times. I had serious relationships throughout but I was never really faithful to my girlfriends.

When I initially started to represent Kevin, he was in a ton of trouble. I had been court appointed to represent him. He had a lot really stupid charges (bad check type things). He was very young and foolish. While out on bond, he picked up new charges and the judge held him in jail without bond pending the completion of all his cases. At the time, he was dating a girl named Lauren. She had strawberry blond hair, had just graduated from high school and had just turned 18. She had run track at her high school, was going away to college that fall. She was very pretty and very smart. I never really understood how he had landed with her, but, he had.

Well, she would be in court when we had court dates and, one day, she needed a ride after court. She lived near my then office and I told her that I would drop her off. We talked a bit and she seemed really sweet. A few nights later, I was at a bar/restaurant that I frequently went to and saw her busing tables. She told me she had just gotten the job and was going to work it all summer to save money for college. She got off work and she sat with me at the bar, talking. We eventually went to breakfast and I drove her back to her car, after we ate. We talked a few more minutes and then, boom, we started making out. One thing led to another and we started talking to each other on the phone (pre-cell phone days way back in the mid 90s). Next thing I knew, we were spending a lot of time together, dating. She was 13 years younger than me, but, it seemed wonderful. I didn't cheat on her. I felt terribly guilty about Kevin, but, it wasn't like either of us planned it. She never told Kevin about us and she dutifully went to his court hearings, but, she told him that she had moved on while he had been locked up. He was hurt and angry, but, I guess he got over it (although years later, he told me that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him).

That fall, she went away to college. It was terribly hard on her. She called me, nightly, crying, saying she missed me. She was hours away and I did go to visit her a few times. In the end, I knew that in order for her to grow and really enjoy her college years, we had to split up. It was horrible for both of us. Somehow, though, I stayed strong enough to stay away from her. Believe me, I ached, but I did it. We got through it and life somehow went on for both of us. We still, to this day, talk and I see her when she comes back to town. She's a teacher, now, married with children. There is always that wonderful bittersweet feeling when we talk or see each other.

Anyway, I always felt really shitty about doing that to Kevin. So, I felt sort of odd with this whole Amy thing. The funny thing about Lauren was that as much as I was attracted to Kevin, I never thought of him when I was with her. With Amy, my initial reaction, though, was, I have to find a way to get Kevin involved in this (a 3 some, anything).

On top of everything, I really did feel guilty about my wife. I had made commitments to her and my family. I loved her. I didn't want to cheat on her. Our sex life had dwindled but what did I expect? She was tired from watching, raising, cooking for and taking care of 3 kids and our house. And, here I was, back to my nympho days where I wanted to fuck everything that moved.

That Sunday, Rick and I met at the office. We were going to see the Browns again. They were playing Tennessee and the mood at the stadium was uglier that game than the week before. The Browns were getting blown out at halftime. Rick and I drank and talked, but, there was definitely a distance between us. I'm sure he felt grossly betrayed by me in that I wouldn't let him fuck me earlier in the week. I thought that he was taking the whole dom thing too far. He was being an asshole about a lot of things.

Midway through the 3rd quarter, it was clear the Browns weren't coming back. Rick said, "Let's go, we'll have more time to fuck." Now, I knew I was going to piss him off further, but, I had no intention of fucking him that day. In fact, all day, I had been daydreaming about Amy and Kevin. Those daydreams had, in fact, been dominating my thoughts since Friday.

I told Rick, "Man, I'm sorry, but, I have to get home early this week. My wife doesn't feel good and she's already pissed off about last weekend. I can give you a quick blow job, I mean, I want to give you a good blow job, I just don't think I have time to fuck today."

He was pissed. He glared at me and said, "Fine. Suck my cock, but, you will not cum, again, today. You want to cum, open that ass up." I sort of smiled and said "OK." We drove back home and he napped. I rubbed his leg on the way home, I didn't want him to think anything was wrong, but, I felt differently about him.

We finally got back to my office. The whole 2 hours home, I thought about Amy. In fact, during one bathroom break at the Stadium, I had called her and asked if I could have one of the dances later. She agreed to meet me at the office around 7:00. When Rick and I got there, it was about 6:00. I had an hour before she'd get there, so I had to blow him and get him the hell out of dodge.

We went into my office and I said, "I want to be on my knees, I want you to see how sorry I am about not fucking...." He pushed my shoulders down, so I went to my knees and he stood before me. I unzipped his pants, open mouth kissed his underwear covered cock until he started to get very hard and then I really played it up. "Rick, I need your cock, let me suck you, now." He sort of snickered (or grunted) and I slid his underwear down and took his cock in my mouth. I was not interested in stretching this out, so, I immediately started to deep throat him and pushed that cock of his in and out of my mouth. He still turned me on, though, because, I felt my own cock getting hard and rising in my jeans.

Rick said something like, "Yeah, you missed that cock, didn't you?" I nodded "yes' while I sucked. He eventually tensed and blew his load in my mouth. I told him, "Damn, you taste so good. I love the taste of my man."

He left and I pretended to leave too. Then, I headed back to the office and waited for Amy.
 
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