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 She was in a `mood' when we got home from the party.  Earlier in the car as
she drove us home, she had asked: "What kind of man are you?  What kind of
man would embarrass his wife like that in front of her boss and co-workers?
One glass of champagne goes to your head?...INCREDIBLE!" We rode the rest
of the way in silence.  My head was spinning.  Not from `one glass of
champagne' but because I didn't think I had said anything wrong.  During
the party, she finally introduced me to her boss, Mr.  B - that's what he
liked to be called - so all I said was, "Jennifer's been working really
hard for that promotion, Mr.  B." That was it!  That's all I said -- what
is so bad about that?  In the bedroom, I watched as she stripped and
admired herself in the mirror.  She still had a fantastic body.  When she
saw me staring, she slipped on her long, cotton nightgown.  I stripped down
to my boxers - that's how I slept every night.  She pulled back the
bedspread on the king-sized bed in the middle of the room and climbed into
bed.  I went to the corner of the room where I slid into my single bed. 
Yes, I know, it was a rather odd arrangement, but she insisted.  I turned
out the light.  In the darkness she said: "You owe me!  You owe me
big-time! Get over here!" I knew my way there in the darkness, and I knew
what I'd find.  She'd tossed the bedspread to the side, and raised her
nightgown to her waist.  Her feet rested on the mattress spread wide apart.
I got on my knees between her legs.  I gently caressed her thighs as I
lowered my face to her waiting vagina.  The familiar scent of her pussy
gave me a hard-on.  I kissed the length of her pussy then stuck out my
tongue.  I slowly licked her slit - up-and-down - up-and-down.  She began
moaning.  My thumbs pulled apart the lips of her sex and my tongue lapped
up her juices.  When my tongue made contact with her clitoris her body
spasmed.  She had a long clit and I worked it with my lips and tongue.  I
felt her move above me and knew she was stroking her breasts and pinching
and rolling her nipples.  Her hips pushed urgently at my sucking mouth.  I
nibbled on her clit.  "Oh God - Oh God - OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH...." Her juices
flowed into my mouth.  I swallowed.  I worked her pussy until her hands
pushed my head away.  She was panting for air.  I hadn't moved.  Finally
she said: "I know that nasty thing of yours is hard.  I don't want to hear
you - go take care of it in the bathroom." I knew my way to the bathroom in
the dark, too.  Instead of the main light switch, I flipped on the lamp
with the red light bulb.  She used that lamp when she sat back and enjoyed
a bubble bath.  I sat on the loveseat beside the clothes hamper.  We had a
very large bathroom - she had insisted on it.  I reached into the hamper
and found the silken panties she had worn that night.  I pushed down my
boxers and wrapped my panty-covered hand around my throbbing cock.  If she
knew what I was doing with her panties she'd go ballistic!  She wouldn't
find out though - I did all the laundry.  I stroked my hard cock with her
panties.  I thought about `the old days', before she became an executive
with Mr.  B's global corporation.  We had met in college.  I was naïve and
inexperienced - she wasn't!  I took it slow.  She became impatient.  One
cloudless, moonlit night she directed me to a place where other college
kids went to park.  We sat in the car overlooking a large, shimmering lake.
She moved beside me.  My penis grew stiff without even touching her.  We
kissed.  She ran her hands over me.  She guided my hand to her breasts. 
She wasn't wearing a bra.  I was excited.  She unbuttoned her blouse and
her magnificently full, rounded breasts came into view.  I caressed and
fondled her breasts with my hands.  She pulled my head downward, and I
kissed and licked the milky flesh.  I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked
at it - my teeth nipping gently at it.  Then I took her other nipple in my
mouth.  Her hand had found the bulge in my pants and squeezed and stroked
the outline of my throbbing member.  I sucked her hard nipples in my mouth.
Her hand moved quickly on my penis.  I couldn't hold back any more: I
groaned and came in my pants.  She never let me forget it.  Whenever she
became irritated with me she would put me down by saying: "Well, don't cum
in your pants over it!" My hand was now vigorously masturbating my cock. 
The panties felt wonderful on my flesh.  My head fell backwards, my mouth
open.  I groaned softly; I didn't want to wake her.  My cock shot
load-after-load of hot cum into her panties.  God, it felt good!  I wiped
my penis clean with her panties then tossed them back into the hamper.  I
turned out the light and made my way back to bed.  She was snoring very
lightly.  I fell asleep right away.  I was the first to wake up - I always
was.  I threw on a robe and went to the kitchen to make coffee.  I heard
her get up and move about.  When I heard her shut off the shower, I placed
two English muffins in the toaster, and laid a banana on the kitchen table.
I lightly buttered the muffins, and spread strawberry marmalade on them. 
She looked fantastic when she appeared in the kitchen.  Very professional
looking.  Her blonde hair tied back, and she wore a smart, and
somewhat-sexy business suit: her breasts pushed against the silken fabric
of her beige blouse.  She knew how to play the corporate game!  She didn't
speak to me.  She was still angry from last night.  She ignored my small
talk, finished her breakfast then was off to work.  I set about doing my
chores.  I retrieved our clothes hampers and started two loads of laundry -
separately, of course, she wouldn't allow me to inter-mingle our clothes. I
dusted and swept then used the vacuum cleaner.  I barely heard the phone
ring while I was vacuuming.  "Hello," I answered.  "Please stay on the line
for Mr.  B," the voice said, and I was put on hold.  What could he possibly
want?  I wondered.  I waited a long time.  "Hello, John?" I heard his voice
- it was him!  "Y-yes, sir," I said.  "John, I was wondering if you would
join me for lunch today.  I'd like to discus something of importance with
you," his voice sounded serious.  "Ah...yeah, sure, I..." He cut me off. 
"Good!  Barry will tell you where and when.  Goodbye!" `Barry' came on the
line.  He told me the name of the restaurant and the time I should be
there, and he added that I should be there early, "You don't keep Mr.  B
waiting!" He sounded like a snot.  Then he hung up.  Lunch with Mr.  B! 
What could he possibly want with me?  Did this have something to do with
what I said last night?  I decided I wouldn't tell Jennifer.  It was
already late morning and I was a little nervous about the meeting.  I
showered and shaved, and decided to wear my best suit.  Who knows?  I
thought.  Maybe I could somehow land a job with his company!  On the drive
to the restaurant, I became excited at the prospect of working again.  It
had been over two years when my old company had laid me off ("Nothing
personal - just business!"), and the economy hadn't gotten any better. 
Maybe if I were working, Jennifer would treat me like she used to - with
respect!  She started working for Mr.  B right out of college but, it
wasn't until a couple years ago when things began to get `weird'.  She and
a few other executives had met with Mr.  B.  He stressed the importance of
loyalty to the company over all else.  He'd said to move up in his company,
hard work came first, and family came second.  He didn't say, but made it
very clear that anyone who wanted to reach the highest positions in his
company would be better off celibate.  He went so far as to eliminate all
birth control devices from the company insurance.  It was at that moment
when Jennifer stopped having intercourse with me.  She would still use her
hands and mouth to satisfy me, but `no fucking allowed' was the new policy!
It wasn't much later when she came home from work completely irrational. 
Jennifer said a female co-worker of hers had inadvertently gotten pregnant
and was now banished from all executive meetings, and she had no chance for
promotions.  I argued that was illegal - Jennifer said since it was a
private company, and Mr.  B owned it, he could do whatever he wanted.  From
then on, Jennifer has steadfastly refused to even touch my cock.  She
didn't want to be anywhere close to my sperm.  When I parked the car at the
restaurant, part of me wanted to kiss-up to Mr.  B for a job, while another
part wanted to punch him in the face for ruining my sex life.  I was
feeling pretty good about myself when I went inside.  My 300 dollar suit
was sharp, and I looked great in it.  Then I looked at the men around me:
their 2,000 dollar suits looked even better!  Jennifer and I had never
eaten here before: it was semi-private, and very exclusive.  We'd heard
stories.  The hostess ignored me for awhile, but when she asked, and I said
I was with Mr.  B, she suddenly became alert and attentive.  She showed me
to a booth that had a curtain that could be closed for privacy.  I squirmed
into the half-moon shaped booth and waited.  The leather cushions were deep
and rich.  I didn't wait long.  Suddenly Mr.  B appeared before me.  About
6' tall and 180 pounds.  He had gray hair, and looked to be in great
physical condition.  I guessed him to be around 60 years old.  Very
distinguished looking.  I tried to stand but the table prevented it.  I
gave a nervous laugh and we exchanged pleasantries.  He effortlessly slid
into the booth and sat next to me.  He sat very close to me.  Seemingly out
of nowhere, a waiter appeared with two Martini's.  The waiter closed the
drapes around the booth and we had total privacy.  "Hope you don't mind,
Johnny, I took the liberty of pre-ordering our lunch." He said.  "Cheers!"
I coughed after the first swallow of the Martini.  I heard Mr.  B chuckle.
"Now Johnny, You're probably..." I cut him off.  "Ah, Mr.  B, I, ah, I like
to be called John." I corrected him.  The smile vanished from his face. 
Then it slightly reappeared.  "Now, like I said, `Johnny', before I was
rudely interrupted, you are probably wondering why you are here?" My face
turned beet red.  I guess being called `Johnny' isn't so bad.  "When we
spoke at the party last night you were adamant that your wife deserves the
promotion.  Do you still feel that way?" he asked.  "Oh...well, yes...Yes,
she deserves it!" The waiter appeared with 2 more drinks.  I had to quickly
gulp down the first one to keep up with Mr.  B.  The liquor was beginning
to go to my head.  He continued: "Her work ethic is unquestionably first
rate.  And her results are outstanding.  Unfortunately, she's competing
against two other candidates who are equally as impressive as she." He
looked me in the eyes: "My question to you is, what can you do to enhance
your wife's possibility for promotion?" What can I do?  What does that
mean? I wondered.  The waiter came with 2 more Martinis.  My head was
already spinning, and I had an empty stomach.  Mr.  B tried to put me at
ease.  "This, my boy, is what is called a `3-Martini-Lunch'.  The food will
arrive very soon.  Drink up!" He changed the conversation to light-hearted
topics: sports, weather, etc.  etc....
When the food finally came I must have looked like someone who hadn't

eaten in a long time: I tore into it like a cannibal.  Mr.  B changed the
topic of the conversation again.  "Johnny, if I may be so bold, how is your
sex life?" I blushed a deep red, again.  "Well...I...I really don't have
one!" I admitted.  Then I couldn't help myself.  Whether it was the liquor,
or my frustrations, a torrent of words came out of my mouth.  He sat and
listened to me; he showed interest.  When I was finished I continued
devouring the food.  Then he asked: "So, for a long time now, your sole
source of pleasure is to sit in your bathroom masturbating into your wife's
panties?" I sadly shook my head in resignation.  We came to the end of the
meal.  He moved closer to me, our legs touching.  "Remember I asked what
you could do to improve Jennifer's chances for advancement?" I nodded.  He
took my hand and placed it on his thigh.  Then he moved it to his crotch.
There was a huge bulge in his pants.  He forced my fingers around the
bulge. He simply said: "Squeeze it!" I'll never know why I did what I did.
I'm not gay!  I squeezed it.  He released my hand and said: "Hold it for me
while we talk." I held his erection.  It was very warm, even through the
fabric of his slacks.  He described what would be expected of me.  In
graphic detail, he explained how I would service him sexually.  By the time
he finished talking my own penis had betrayed me and was stiff inside my
pants.  He laughed; then he squeezed and stroked it.  It was the most
pleasure I had felt in a long, long time.  He took his hand away, and
looked at the bill for our lunch.  He signed the bill.  All throughout this
I held his erection.  "Time for us to go," he whispered.  He had a broad
smile on his face.  Then he added: "By the way, IF your wife wins the
promotion - she'll receive a very handsome increase in salary!" Our suit
coats hid our erections as we walked out of the restaurant.  We stood near
his car.  My thoughts and emotions were running wild.  I had to say
something.  "Why do you want this from me?" He smiled.  "You're a cute boy.
I like you.  I think you might even enjoy it.  And, like I always say:
Women are for procreation - men are for recreation!" He told me to call him
in a couple hours to make the arrangements then he drove off.  I stood
beside his car in stunned silence.  I drove home carefully.  The martini's
were still making my head spin, and now I was thinking about what Mr.  B
had said.  This is absolutely crazy!  I thought.  I can't go through with
this.  I like women - not men!  The only question now was how to get out of
this without jeopardizing Jennifer's promotion.  If she didn't get the
promotion and found out it was my fault she'd make my life a living hell! I
was at home, and the liquor had finally worn off.  I took a couple aspirin,
and the headache disappeared.  My hands were trembling as I dialed Mr.  B's
phone number.  "Mr.  B's office - Barry speaking -- how may I assist you?"
asked the baritone voice.  "This is John..." He interrupted: "Oh, yes, Mr.
B is expecting your call.  Stay on the line and I'll transfer your call."
Mr.  B answered: "Johnny, good to hear from you so soon!" "Mr.  B," I
began. "I...ah, well the thing is, Mr.  B, I really can't do what you want.
You know, I, ah, I like girlsl!  I can't have sex with a man.  Now I hope
you still consider Jennifer for the promotion.  - I don't want this to hurt
her chances." Mr.  B cleared his throat then said: "Johnny, my executives
are all `team players'.  I expect their spouses to be `team players', as
well.  I am very sorry to hear your decision.  I won't even try to talk you
out of it.  But just so you know, I have no choice but to terminate
Jennifer's employment with us.  Good bye." The phone went dead!  What did
he say?  What just happened?  He can't fire her!  I was mad as hell.  I
quickly re-dialed the number.  Barry answered.  "B-Barry," I said.  "this
is--" "John, Mr.  B no longer wishes to speak with you - do not call here
again!" "Barry - BARRY!  WAIT!" He was still on the line.  "Barry, Mr.  B
can't fire my wife - she hasn't done anything wrong!" I pleaded.  "John, I
guess you're not aware that we live in an `at-will' state.  That means the
employer can terminate anyone at anytime for any reason.  Good Bye!" My
heart leapt into my throat.  I felt full-on panic.  THIS CAN'T BE
HAPPENING!!  I called again.  No answer.  They must have caller ID, I
thought.  I called again.  No answer.  My head was pounding - I was
sweating profusely.  Jennifer will kill me!  I called again.  The phone
rang and rang.  Finally, Barry answered, "You hurt Mr.  B's feelings,
Johnny.  Mr.  B told me to tell you there's only one way he'll reconsider
your wife's termination." He told me what it was, and what I'd have to say
to Mr.  B to smooth this over.  The blood drained from my face.  My hands
trembled and shook.  Mr.  B came on the line, I said: "Please Mr.  B - I
want to bend over for you and feel your hard cock fucking my asshole!"
"Louder and more convincing," he calmly said.  "PLEASE MR.  B - I WANT TO
BEND OVER FOR YOU AND FEEL YOUR HARD COCK FUCKING MY ASSHOLE - PLEASE MR. B
- I WANT TO BE YOUR BITCH!!" He transferred me back to Barry.  Barry would
make all the arrangements.  I was going to become Mr.  B's bitch to help my
wife advance her career.  Jennifer was in a good mood when she came home
that night.  She told me about her day, and about a big deal she was about
to close.  She ate the pot roast I'd fixed, and even complimented me.  Then
she said: "Oh, by the way.  I have to go out of town tomorrow night.  You
know, out of the blue Mr.  B asked me before I left if I could go to
Milwaukee and take care of a problem there - I said, `Sure, I can!' - you
know, this could help me with the promotion!" "Yeah," I said.  "Yeah, it
could..." I said as I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. 
"John, make love to me." I heard her voice in the darkness.  Oh God, I
thought.  I went to her bed and kneeled between her wide-splayed thighs. 
"No," she said.  "I want to feel you inside me!" Now what?  I couldn't let
her touch my raging hard-on.  "I, ah, I'm not feeling too well, hon," I
said as I hurriedly buried my face between her legs.  I kissed and licked
her pussy and clit until she had two explosive orgasms.  She then fell
asleep.  I went into the bathroom.  I wanted desperately to cum but I could
hear Barry's last words in my head: "...and Johnny, Mr.  B doesn't want you
jerking-off in Jennifer's panties tonight.  No orgasms tonight - he wants
you `fresh' for him!" Barry was laughing hysterically when he hung up the
phone.  I hung my head in shame as I waited for my throbbing penis to calm
down.  The next morning I helped Jennifer pack an overnight bag.  She would
be going to the airport directly from work.  She was quiet and subdued.  I
assumed she was thinking about the problem in Milwaukee.  I had a long day
ahead of me, and I busied myself with scrubbing and cleaning the house.  I
paid extra attention to the bedroom and bathroom.  I looked at the clock -
it was 4 o'clock.  `Barry' would be here in an hour to get me ready for Mr.
B - whatever that meant.  I fixed myself a snack and ate.  I tried to think
of anything but what was about to take place.  I wasn't dreading the
thought of being with Mr.  B - truth-be-told, I was a little curious.  The
idea of sex with a man didn't excite me, but it didn't turn me off, either.
I heard the doorbell ring.  It was exactly 5 o'clock.  I opened the door
and in walked Barry.  He was different than I had imagined.  He was a
couple inches taller than me, a good-looking guy who appeared in good
shape. He looked young, but I guessed we were about the same age, or he was
a couple years older.  He was calm and confident.  He carried a large gym
bag.  I offered to shake his hand - he ignored me.  "Johnny," he said, "You
made the right decision." He winked at me.  "I think you may even enjoy
yourself tonight!" My face reddened.  "I...ah, I..." I couldn't speak.  "We
better get started -- where's your bathroom?" he asked.  We walked through
the bedroom to get to the bathroom.  He stopped as he noticed the single
bed in the corner.  "Yours?" he asked.  I nodded.  "Well, at least for
tonight you'll be allowed on the big bed!" He laughed.  In the bathroom he
turned to face me then said: "Take off your clothes!" I hesitated long
enough for him to say: "FYI Johnny - when Mr.  B tells you to do something
- do not hesitate, or say `no'." I nodded my understanding.  "And I expect
the same courtesy!" "Okay," I said and began undressing.  It startled me to
see him taking his clothes off, too.  He saw the look on my face and smiled
without saying a word.  When we were naked, he told me to stand in the tub.
I watched as he opened the gym bag and pulled out some items.  He handed me
a shower cap and I put it over my hair.  Then I saw him put on two rubber
gloves.  He opened a large tube and squeezed a gel-like substance on one of
the gloves.  Then he massaged the gel onto my chest.  "W-What, ah, is this
stuff?" I asked.  He smiled and said: "Mr.  B likes his boys hairless!"
Huh? What?  Hairless?  I didn't say anything.  I didn't resist.  He stood
closer to me as he applied the gel to my underarms.  My eyes quickly
surveyed his body.  From what I could see, he was `hairless'.  He stepped
into the tub and I made room for him.  He sat on the edge and lathered my
legs and thighs.  I began to feel a slight tingling sensation from the gel.
"Spread your legs!" he instructed.  He squirted more gel on the glove then
rubbed it onto my pubic area, and cock and scrotum.  His touch began to
arouse me.  My cock became semi-erect - I couldn't control it.  He laughed
- I blushed.  He made me turn around and bend forward.  I felt a gloved
finger applying gel around my anus.  He rubbed my anus.  My cock became
fully erect.  When he finished covering me with the gel, he told me to
stand and wait.  He took off the rubber gloves then he flipped up the
toilet seat and took a piss.  He was loud - I looked over and caught sight
of his penis.  It was long and thin.  I found myself wondering what it
would look like hard.  When he finished, he joined me in the tub and closed
the sliding glass shower door.  We took a shower together.  He wouldn't let
me do a thing.  He soaped me up, and washed me off.  He washed all the gel
off my body, and with it, all my hair.  I ran my hands over my chest and
legs - they were smooth.  I reached down and felt my cock and scrotum -
smooth - completely hairless!  When I dried myself off, he offered me a
small cup with about two ounces of a brownish liquid.  I drank it without
questioning him.  I resigned myself to my fate.  It was as though when I
lost all my body hair, my manly aggression and assertiveness went down the
drain, too.  I accepted what was going to come.  I even began to look
forward to it!  Suddenly, I felt my stomach cramping, churning.  I rushed
to the toilet, but he stopped me.  "Another minute or so..." Barry said. 
"What did I drink?" I asked.  "A laxative...we'll have you cleaned-out in a
minute!" I sat on the toilet seat none too soon - a gusher of waste water
flowed out of me.  My stomach finally calmed down, and when I was sure
everything was out of me I wiped and stood up.  "We're almost done," he
said.  He took more items out of the gym bag, and led me to the bed.  "Lie
on your back and pull your knees to your chest!" I did as I was told. 
"Pull your knees wide apart!" I was immediately aware of exposing my anus
to Barry.  Now I'm feeling self-conscious?  I wondered.  Barry dripped 2-3
drops of liquid from a small bottle onto my anus.  He produced a hard metal
tube, a-half-inch in diameter.  "We're going to lubricate your rectum for
Mr.  B," Barry said matter-of-factly.  He pushed the tube against my anus.
The tube slid inside me.  He dripped more liquid onto the tube and pushed
it further into me.  The more liquid he applied - the deeper he pushed the
tube in my bottom.  It was beginning to excite me.  My cock became hard
again.  I was experiencing sensations I never felt before.  Barry slowly
fucked my hole with the tube.  It easily slid in and out me.  I began
breathing hard.  "Whoa, boy," he said, as he removed the tube from my hole.
"Calm down - wait for Mr.  B!" I blushed with embarrassment.  He was done
lubricating my bottom-hole.  He then produced a small leather strap.  His
thumb and forefinger encircled my scrotum.  He gently squeezed and my balls
went deeper in my sac.  He expertly wrapped the leather around the base of
my scrotum, and tied it closed.  My balls were pressed together and they
looked huge.  My cock stood straight up - as hard as it's ever been.  "Now,
just lie back against the pillows and wait for Mr.  B." he said.  He pulled
on a satin dressing gown.  I saw Barry pull a video camera from the gym
bag. The camera made me nervous.  "What are you going to do with that?" I
asked.  "Relax, Mr.  B likes to watch the film after he `breaks-in' a new
boy.  No one else will ever see it!" he assured me.  I lay naked on the bed
waiting for Mr.  B.  My cock hard as a brick.  Now and then, Barry came
over and stroked it, sending chills throughout my body.  Now I knew what
Barry meant when he said he was getting me `ready' - Good God was I ready!
Barry smiled and encouraged me to play with myself.  That was all I needed:
I repeatedly ran my hand over my hairless cock and balls.  The pleasure was
incredible!  Suddenly, Mr.  B appeared in the bedroom doorway.  I had no
idea how he even got into the house, and by that time, I didn't care.  He
looked at me and smiled.  Barry went to him and undressed him.  When Mr.  B
was naked, I involuntarily gasped.  His body was tanned and magnificent. 
Barry started filming as Mr.  B approached the bed.

   I stared at Mr.  B's erection.  It had to be seven inches long and two
inches around.  It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen!  He climbed
onto the bed and straddled my chest.  He moved forward - his gorgeous cock
mere inches from my mouth.  "Suck my cock, Johnny!  And swallow every
drop!" "OOhhhhh, Yes, Sir!" I wet my lips and tasted cock for the first
time.  It was delicious!  He didn't have to tell me what to do.  I ran my
tongue over his smooth cockhead as my lips sucked in as much of him as my
mouth could hold.  My head swooned - my heart beat faster.  I couldn't
believe I waited this long to suck a cock!  He began a slow fucking of my
mouth.  He pushed his member in - then pulled it back to the tip.  Then
back in - then back out.  In-and-out--in-and-out--in-and-out--I tasted his
pre-cum on my tongue - I loved it!  In-and-out he fucked my mouth.  The cum
was churning in my own balls.  I was completely delirious with pleasure. 
Not a thought in my head.  My full concentration was focused on his cock -
I wanted him to shoot in my mouth.  I sucked for all I was worth.  I
vigorously stroked his cock while I sucked him.  I heard him grunt - then
there was a pause - then he spasmed as he shot load-after-load of hot,
wonderful cum into my mouth.  His hips bucked wildly; my greedy lips and
tongue sucked his cock and swallowed his cum.  He collapsed on the bed
beside me.  He reached over and stroked my cock.  Fireworks went off in my
head.  I babbled and moaned incoherently.  I wanted to cum so bad but that
little strap around my balls prevented it.  OH GOD!!!  "My-my, Barry...we
may have a natural born bitch-boy here!" said Mr.  B.  Mr.  B climbed off
the bed, he directed Barry to remove his robe and lie beside me.  Mr.  B
took the camera from Barry.  "Johnny, look at poor Barry's stiff penis! 
Why don't you suck him, too?  Kneel between his legs and suck his cock,
Johnny!" My head in a fog, I kneeled between Barry's legs, took his cock in
my hand and lowered my mouth over his cockhead.  His cock wasn't as thick
as Mr.  B's and I was able to suck more of it in my mouth.  I moaned the
whole time I sucked him.  I was lost in the sucking.  I cradled his balls
with one hand, stroked his cock with the other, and sucked him until he
rewarded me by filling my mouth with his jizz.  I swallowed every drop.  I
loved the taste of cum.  Mr.  B replaced Barry on the bed.  I knelt between
his open legs.  He had me lick and suck his balls.  The manly scent from
his balls drove me crazy.  I licked the sweat off his balls.  My own balls
ached for release.  My senses had never been so alert.  Every touch sent
jolts of electricity coursing through my body.  The rest of the night
became one giant blur.  I licked and tongue-fucked Mr.  B's asshole until
he was ready for me to suck his cock again.  He shot another huge load in
my mouth.  Then I licked and sucked Barry's asshole, too.  When Barry's
cock was rock hard, Mr.  B gave the gift of my virgin asshole to Barry.  He
had me as I stood at the end of the bed and I bent over for him, my head
and shoulders resting on the bed.  He was gentle with me.  He took it slow.
When I learned how to loosen my sphincter, Barry fucked me like a madman
and I'd never felt anything so incredible in my life.  I never knew a hard
cock in my ass would send me to heaven!  Then all three of us were on the
bed.  They were kissing each other while I played and kissed and licked
their cocks and balls and assholes.  I was never at rest.  I sucked another
load of Barry's semen out of his balls.  I tongue-fucked Mr.  B's asshole
for a very long time.  I was a moaning and groaning and whimpering
suck-boy. Finally, Mr.  B said: "Barry, my pet, do you think Johnny has
earned a treat?" PLEASE SAY YES--PLEASE SAY YES, my mind howled in anguish.
Barry took me in his arms and kissed me.  That was the first kiss I'd had
with either of them.  Our lips and tongues melded together.  Barry helped
me to my knees.  He helped me stretch my legs wide to straddle Mr.  B.  My
bottom-hole was inches above Mr.  B's hard cock.  Barry grasped Mr.  B's
cock in his hand and guided it to my asshole.  I squirmed my anus around
his thick cockhead - I was determined to get it inside me.  It was in!  I
had his cockhead in my asshole.  Barry helped me push downward.  Mr.  B's
cock slowly filled my hole.  I felt every bump and vein on his cock. 
Suddenly, I felt Mr.  B's pubic hair against my bottom-cheeks.  I had taken
his whole cock inside of me!  Barry encouraged me to begin fucking.  I slid
my ass up his cock then back down.  My whole body was on fire.  I had
goose-bumps, and what little hair I had left stood on end.  I developed a
rhythm.  Up-and-down on his cock--up-and-down--up-and-down--up-and-down....
My eyes were closed--my mouth wide open--harder and harder I impaled myself
on his magnificent cock.  I fucked faster and faster.  Mr.  B began
moaning--a constant, low humming escaped my lips.  Barry whispered in my
ear.  He asked if I wanted to cum.  I gave a loud, indescribable sigh.  He
whispered in my ear what I was to say.  Suddenly, he untied the leather
strap around my balls.  Then I felt Barry's hand on my cock.  It was
covered with a deliciously silky material.  He stroked my cock - faster and
faster.  I fucked down on Mr.  B's throbbing penis harder and harder.  Mr.
B grunted and shouted out.  My balls burst when I felt the first wave of
his cum shoot deep inside my ass.  "I'M CUMMING IN JENNIFER'S PANTIES - I'M
CUMMING IN JENNIFER'S PANTIES - I'M CUMMING IN JENNIFER'S PANTIES...."
Barry's wildly stroking hand milked me dry.  There are no words to describe
that orgasm.  It was by far the absolutely, most fantastic orgasm I'd ever
had!  I fell in a heap beside Mr.  B.  Gasping for air, I profusely thanked
them both.  I was grateful they'd opened my eyes.  I think I may even have
said that I loved them.  Jennifer returned from her trip the following
afternoon.  She was cold and distant.  She even refused to give me a
welcome-home-kiss.  She immediately went to the bathroom and took a shower.
I was in the bedroom putting away clothes.  The bathroom door was ajar and
I had a slight view of the vanity mirror.  When she climbed out of the
shower she turned and stood with her back to the mirror examining herself.
I wasn't sure, but I could have sworn she had ugly, purple welts covering
her bottom-cheeks.  She quickly pushed the door closed.  Jennifer hurriedly
dressed and left the house explaining she had to go to work.  I received a
phone call from Mr.  B a short time later.  "How are you feeling today,
Johnny?" he asked sincerely.  "Like a new man!" I honestly told him. 
"Barry and I have been brainstorming, and we feel you're not in your proper
element.  We don't think you can reach your full potential in your current
situation." My heart skipped a beat.  "Your talents are being wasted..."
Mr. B continued speaking.  It all felt like a dream.  I heard his words and
couldn't believe them!  Tears of happiness welled in my eyes.  Later that
night I lay in Barry's arms - panting, gasping for air.  Barry had given me
a long , hard ass-fucking with his wonderful cock.  My cock had exploded
without so much as a touch.  We lay back and I surveyed his bedroom - my
bedroom - I lived here now.  I was very happy.  I kissed and stroked his
chest.  I was now Barry's bitch!  It was explained to me that Mr.  B would
be a frequent visitor, but that I belonged to Barry.  I was ecstatic!  Then
I felt a sudden sadness.  Barry sensed something was wrong.  "What is it?"
he asked.  "It's Jennifer.  I feel bad about abandoning her.  She wasn't
much of a wife, but I feel a loyalty to her." "Don't worry about her,
sweetie." He chuckled, and hesitated.  "What?  What is it?  I asked. 
"Well, the night of your `coming out' party?" he said.  "Yeah?" "Well,
Jennifer wasn't in Milwaukee." "W-What?  Where was she?" He chuckled again.
"You were not the only one trying to advance her career.  She was trying to
help herself, too." "What do you mean?" "She was at Mr.  B's house.  She
was `servicing' - Mrs.  B!...and I guess Mrs.  B enjoyed herself so much
she insisted that your wife move into their guest house.  Jennifer is now
Mrs.  B's bitch!" Oh-My-God!  I thought.  I mentioned the purple bruises I
saw on Jennifer's bottom.  "Yes.  From what I understand, Mrs.  B is a
rather cruel Mistress!" I felt oddly at peace with that statement.  "Oh, by
the way," Barry continued.  "Jennifer won the promotion!" I shrugged my
shoulders and said, "I don't care", as my hand stroked Barry's penis into
another erection.



   Advancing Her Career

   By B.J.  Michaels



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