This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it
is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them
anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble.
If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr? In other
words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have
fun! Let me know
what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? Its mine.
That’s right boys and girls…its copyrighted…so if you want it? Just ask-
we’ll talk.
Dryad
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Saving Face (MF, Cheat, Rel, Oral)
“Shit!” he said as he hung up the phone.
“What is it honey?” She asked, figuring it was some sort of bad
news.
“I’m going to get written up. I told you I couldn’t skip
that meeting.”
“It was your son’s teachers conference. You agreed you should
be involved. And your boss said he’d catch you up.” She still didn’t
understand the problem.
“Yeah, well, some other guys skipped it too, so now, even though
I cleared it, they have to write me up to write them up…some sort of bullshit.”
He shook his head. “fuck ‘em.”
She felt bad for her husband. After all, he did what he
was supposed to do. But then she got an idea. Her husband’s boss
had the hots for her, always had. It was actually a joke in their house,
how he kept calling her cell phone, thinking it was Robert’s. And while she
didn’t know exactly what was said, she knew they’d had locker-room type chats
about her; with her husband telling her his boss had said if she ever had
an itch Bobby couldn’t scratch to give him a call.
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The next day, after the kids were at school, and her husband safely
at work, she called his boss.
“You haven’t called my cell in a while…just wondering if you’re
still alive and kickin” She cajoled.
“hey there, sexy lady! To what do I owe this surprise?”
She weighed her options, having thought about how to approach
him. She knew her husband’s pride (pigheaded, foolish, but pride nonetheless)
would be absolutely mortified if she did this; not to mention, joking was
one thing, but Bob was a rather conservative type of person. Then,
add to that, she’d have no idea what his boss would say. But, she always
was rather ballsy…so she went for broke.
“Dan, you know Bob would kill me for butting in like this…but…why
the hell do you have to write him up? He had permission to miss it.
You’re causing crap over a parent-teacher conference?”
“Aw, Becky…you know I gotta do it. Its nothing personal.
He knew he was supposed to be there. So he told me…its still in his
contract. Its really not a big deal.”
She took a deep breath, “Is there anything I can do to change
your mind?” she emphasized anything, trying to get a rise out of him.
“Wanna run that by me again, Beck?” He was fishing, she could
hear it in his voice.
“Dan, you know what I’m saying. Bob really can’t get written
up anymore. Remember that client? Your boss had a cow over it. It wasn’t
his fault, the client was an ass, but that’s not how they saw it.”
“well, I imagine the paperwork might get lost behind the file
cabinet….god knows I’m not exactly a neat freak.” She could hear the
wheels turning even over the phone. “What kind of motivation are you offering?”
There. He asked.
Now how the hell was she going to answer? Its not like she’d
ever done something like this before.
“You okay over there, Beck? You’re getting awfully quiet.”
Well, shit, how long has it been since she’d had to seduce someone,
to weigh how far to go? High school?
“Dan, Did Bobby ever tell you that I don’t have a gag reflex?”
well, okay, so she wasn’t being blunt. But what if he was trying to
trick her? She started feeling foolish for even attempting this, her
heart was speeding like one of those Japanese trains, and hell, her palms
were sweaty. She knew that hadn’t happened since junior high.
Then she heard a thump, like a head hitting a desk and a soft moan.
“No, he didn’t…is that what you’re offering?” my god, his voice
was cracking.
“Sufficient?”
“When? How?” She smiled at his eagerness.
“Ummm, it would have to be when the kids are in school.
Where would you want to meet? It would have to be far enough away from work…”
“How about that trail? Over near the quarry?” She nodded, having
been there before when she realized he couldn’t see her.
“Perfect. When?”
“Nothing wrong with right now.” She could hear the smile in his
voice, but knew it for what it was. He was afraid she’d back out if
she had too long to think about it. Well, he was right.
“Great…give me, oh, half an hour?”
“Fine, meet you there.”
She hung up the phone, getting excited now that she knew he’d
accepted. She wiggled out of the simple housedress she was wearing.
Wanting to feel sexy, even if Dan never saw it, she grabbed her favorite
bra…one of those push up water bras that Bob said made her look like a slut.
Slid on a teal silk sweater that had a very low V-neck, definitely showing
off her umm “attributes”. Of course, the color just made her eyes look
bluer, which all to the good. She thought about what to wear for the
lower half of her body. Hiking, (and kneeling) she should wear jeans,
but the flirty side of her really wanted a skirt. The flirty side won,
and she pulled out a printed skirt, calf length actually, but nixed the panties.
No panty lines here. Instead of the high heels she would usually wear, she
settled for a sensible pair of shoes, since walking on the gravel path was
sure to cause her to break her nose in a fall. No perfume, can’t be
too careful. She brushed her long brown hair out, enjoying the sway
of it against her back. She grabbed her keys and headed out the door
to drive across town.
Driving into the parking lot, she smiled as she saw him leaning
against the hood of his own car. He held his hand up to shade his eyes,
then smiled brightly (and why shouldn’t he?) at the sight of her car.
She parked a bit away from him, got out, and walked over to him. The
appreciation she always saw when he looked at her was there, along with a
hunger he never let her husband see.
“Wow, you don’t go half measures do you?” he whistled at her.
“Never. If you’re going to do something, do it right.” She
smiled. They began to walk down the trail that led into the wood along the
quarry’s edge. They followed the path to the ridge, then left the path,
following just below the ridgeline. As the terrain got rougher, Dan
reached back to lend Becky a hand. She smiled softly at this unexpected
gentlemanly act.
But they were now out of the way of prying eyes, and she knew
they should stop. Suddenly, she felt unsure what she should do next.
Dan stopped suddenly, and turned to her. He tilted her face up to his
and asked, “You’re sure, right?” she smiled, then nodded. His mouth
smiled, as his lips came down over hers, kissing her first tentatively, then,
feeling her lean into him, released the need he’d felt for her for years.
He kissed her voraciously, hungrily. She leaned into his tall
frame, enjoying his strong arms supporting her. His cock bloomed, pressing
hard against her waist, and she smiled into his kiss.
“I think someone is getting jealous.” She grinned. “I’m getting
poked. Maybe he wants an introduction?”
He breathed unsteadily. She enjoyed the power she had over
him, as she kneeled in front of him. Becky pressed him back a tad, letting
him lean on the large granite boulder behind them. Jerking on his belt,
she loosened his pants. Before she could get his pants down, his cock sprang
up before her. As close as she was, she could feel the heat radiating
off it, watched it jerk, looking blindly for attention. Her tongue flicked
out at the blind eye, licking the first drops of interest. A soft sigh
escaped Dan’s lips.
Becky leaned in, inhaling the warm scent of aroused male, her
tongue swirling wetly against the flat of his head. Dan’s hands came
down to stroke her hair. As he did so, she sighed, and took the head
into her mouth. She looked up at him, and let her mouth slide slowly
down his length, bouncing up slightly to spread the moisture out. His
hands moved over her face, on her neck and shoulders and she closed
her eyes. Her lips touched her fingers where she held his base tightly.
But something didn’t feel right. Oh, yes, he was quite enthralled,
but her own feeling was clinical. It was a cock. Certainly a
bit bigger than Bobby’s. Redder. Hotter. It was like watching
someone else do this, like watching a porn movie. He didn’t seem to
notice, as she plied her technique.
Her head bobbed up to the head again, sucking it strongly, sucking
the length back into her mouth, moving slowly. Her fingers left his
base, and cradled his balls, squeezing them gently in her hand. Her tongue
swirled against his underside, making his cock jump in her mouth, and a moan
ensue from his rough breath.
Dan’s hips began jerking against her face, and the fingers that
were caressing her face tightened. Becky opened her mouth a bit wider,
not wanting to scrape his cock with her teeth. Her lips tightened though,
and she continued to suck as Dan began fucking her mouth in earnest.
Her fingers squeezed his balls, urging his cum into her mouth. His
cock hammered at her, sliding down her throat. His fingers tightened
further, until she grew concerned she might get bruises. She moved
his hands to her scalp, before tickling his balls with her fingernails.
Her mouth began to grow tired, and her jaw relaxed slightly, allowing
her teeth to graze him. As her teeth touched, she felt rather than
heard his deep groan of pleasure. Becky began to suck harder, feeling
his cock begin to twitch. She grasped his base, holding his cock so only
his head was in her mouth as she began truly sucking. Dan’s knees buckled
and he fell back against the rock as he yelled out and began pumping cum
into her waiting mouth. She swallowed quickly, not wanting to have a mess
anywhere. Rocking back on her heels, she looked up at him with a smile.
“Wow. Bobby wasn’t kidding when he said you knew how to
suck a cock. Damn. He’s a lucky guy.” He slid his cock back in his
briefs, and pulled up his pants. He leaned back against the boulder
and caught his breath. “This was a one shot deal, wasn’t it?” He looked
Becky in the eye. She couldn’t lie. She knew after how strange
it felt that that was exactly what it would be.
“Yeah, it was. Hope that’s not a problem.” She sighed inwardly.
“It can’t be. I mean, hell, if I really wanted it, I could
tell Bobby. But then, you’d tell my wife, and you’d hate me for messing
your life up like that and I’d never get another chance anyway. So yeah,
you’re secret’s safe.” Dan paused. “And thanks. Really. Carol won’t
do that at all, so I can’t tell you the last time I had a blowjob, good or
otherwise. But trust me, this was good.”
Becky got up, gave him a rather tight hug. “Thanks for understanding,
Dan.”
He followed her down the path.
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Author's Note:
Okay, every once in a while, a story takes off and goes somewhere I wasn't
planning. I had everythign going just as I wanted, until Becky started
to take care of our good friend Dan. Than i'll be damned, but it just
wouldn't write the way I wanted. No matter how I worded it, it sounded wrong.
Oh. well, fine...so it became a part of the story. It FELT wrong. Becky
obviously is not my character...blame my muse, since she was too stubborn
to do what I wanted her to do. Still, I think it is an interesting
direction.
-D
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