<!--ADULTSONLY--> Disclaimer update December 18 2013 As of this time I am only posting my stories on ASSTR.org. Loliwood is closed down which is kind of a bummer because I liked the site. But it looks like the owner of the site got tired of maintaining it. When I first started posting stories on the internet I posted them to Stories on Line (SOL). So some of my older stuff is on the site up to 2011 or 2012 I think, but I have not posted stories there for a couple of years now. They changed their minimum age requirements for characters to 16. So let me grovel here a bit. If you're reading this story on ASSTR please email me your thoughts about the story, good or bad, doesn't matter. I love hearing from readers and I respond to every email. I have some readers that I keep a constant correspondence with. Now to the disclaimer stuff: This story and all the stories I write are a work of fiction and special care was taken while writing the story - no letters were hurt when they were placed on the page. Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc. described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my imagination. None of the following is based on real organisms or organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real, living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am aware of. Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did. Most if not all of the stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is not for minors under the age of 18 or close-minded people. I write stories for my own enjoyment. I write stories in which adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls. If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a wonderful male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth" as he puts it into the story line. If there are any mistakes in the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my error and not his. Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me. I also want to thank several readers with whom I have become "email friends". I bounce story line ideas off of them and they and they come back with wonderful ideas and scenes that take me in different directions. Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome to continue. Story codes are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss, humiliation, consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints, racial, bigotry, discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex, young love, also asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff), erotic hanging, punishments like spankings, whippings and canings, young girl domination with strap-on sex, rape. Not all of these story codes are in every story but a good majority of these codes are. Email me with your comments at: msteven1005@yahoo.com I reply to readers who take time to email me. Please, please, please email me your thoughts on the story. ** Confessions of a Cock Sucker: My name is Betty and this is my essay on the founding of my cock sucking club here in the southwest. I am thirty-two years-old and I founded the club ten years ago based on my enthusiasm of having a cock in my mouth. I found that loving, kissing, and fondling cocks gave me great satisfaction and a sense of personal accomplishment. Along with making love to cocks I helped my husband build his internet business into the security powerhouse it is today. ** First a little about me for those cock sucking members who may not know me. I saw my first cock when I was ten years-old at summer camp. I didn't know what a cock was at the time until I saw some boys skinning dipping and I spied on them from a distance. I noticed their appendages were sticking straight up from their crotches and they fascinated me. Each boy had what I came to find out later as a hard-on. I was equally fascinated that each cock was of different length and width and it didn't seem to matter if the boy was burly or thin as to whether his cock was fat or skinny. As the boys jumped into the lake and climbed back out again I noticed that their cocks had shrunk, gotten smaller and in some cases just disappeared and that worried me. There was one boy who was kneeling next to the dock. He was naked as the rest and his cock was as hard as the others. As the boys came out of the water and walked down the dock they'd stop in front of the kneeling boy and put their crotches in his face. I noticed the kneeling boys head going back and forth and after a minute or so the boy who was standing in front of him would step back, his cock sticking straight up like before. The other boys lined up to have what I learned later their cocks sucked. The kneeling boy didn't use his hands he just used his mouth, tongue and lips from what I could tell. Well watching this made me all tingly inside and my crotch wet for some reason. After a while one of the boys who was having his cock sucked put his hands on his hips and leaned back as the kneeling boy stopped his head movements. The standing boy laughed as he pushed his hips forward and the kneeling boy seemed to be swallowing something. Then he pulled his head back and some stuff dripped from his lips. The kneeling boy then licked up and down the cock, and it looked to me like he was cleaning it. Then the next boy stepped in for his turn. For the next twenty minutes the boys had their cocks sucked and cleaned and then they put their clothes on and left. The kneeling boy never used hands and that impressed me. I found out later that the kneeling boy, his name was Jason, also kind of talked funny, like a girl would. Jason was nice enough to me as I tried to befriend him so that I could ask him what it was like sucking all those cocks, but I couldn't bring myself to ask him so I resigned myself to hiding in the bushes, watching as Jason tagged along with the boys and sucked their cocks. The boys didn't seem to mock him around the camp, in fact it looked like to me that they kind of took care of him, making sure that nothing bad happened to him. Sometimes, I'm not sure, but sometimes I think that Jason was also sucking the camp counselors' cocks because of the way some of the older men looked fondly at him. As I grew older I couldn't keep the image of those cocks out of my head and I longed to know how they would feel in my mouth and what the strange white liquid that came out of them tasted like. I got to the age where I could keep teen fashion magazines at home, you know, the glamour kind and fashion magazines. I also went online when I got into my teens and surfed for websites that talked about cocks, showed women sucking cocks, showed the different positions a woman could be in to suck a cock. I particularly loved the expressions on the women's faces, especially when the cock was buried deep in their throats or their mouths were full of white cum. I found one site that catered to teen girls and sex; what to do and not to do. It didn't have anything nasty or descriptive, but the females who left comments on the site did answer a lot of questions for me; you know, questions about sucking cock and swallowing the semen or cum juice, and whether a teen girl could get pregnant when sucking and swallowing semen: some girls liked sucking and swallowing and others preferred not to swallow. Reading these comments and following the fashion blogs I came to realize that women are whores and sluts and that the way to keep a man happy was to kneel before him and suck his cock. There is no stronger emotion for me than to be submissive when sucking cock and I felt that all women should happily suck cock. I resolved at a young age to make that dream of women sucking cock a reality. In high school I sucked as many cocks as I could. Big ones, fat ones, skinny ones and I never made fun of a boy if he had a short one. Sometimes I didn't care so much for the boy but his cock could be wonderful. To me life was about sucking cock, making a cock feel warm and wanted in my mouth. I found it could fit comfortably and I learned to breathe through my nose as I held the warm shaft against my tongue. As I did so, I knew that a woman's mouth was made for cock sucking. I used to wonder if any of my female teachers sucked the cocks of the male teachers and I started to get tingly feelings in my stomach as I fantasized about other teens and women sucking cock. I wished that I we could suck cock kneeling next to each other, our naked bodies touching and I began to fantasize about naked girls and adult women. I don't think I was a lesbian but maybe what society called a "Bi". As for that lovely jism that shoots out of the cock, that too was wonderful. Some boys' cum I would milk into a glass and drink it; others I would roll their precious jism around on my tongue like it was some fine wine. I loved the syrupy thickness of it, the flavor, and I swallowed it all. I made the boys promise not to say anything or else I would not suck their lovely cocks anymore. All through high school not a bad word was said about me. In college I perfected my cock sucking and lived out my fantasy of two of us naked sucking a cock. The boys could not use their hands to guide my head movements and I did not use my hands to massage their cock or balls. It was done all free style. I tried to organize cock sucking events at house parties: some girls joined me in fun and others did not. Someone suggested that I should be employed in the porn industry but I had bigger things on my mind. ** As strange as it may sound I was a virgin when I graduated from college: my mouth had pleasured innumerable cocks, but not one of them had I allowed into my cunt. I had a degree in accounting and business management, and I could see myself as an office manager at some big fortune 500 company. But then, at the age of 22, I got married. My husband thought I was crazy at first as I sucked his cock before and after sex but then I started sucking his cock while watching TV, in the kitchen, during sporting events on TV, just about anywhere and anytime. If we drove over to my parent's house I would suck his cock in the car, there and back. I surfed the internet for new and exciting ideas on cock worshipping; I studied pages and pages of cock sucking porn looking for the latest fads; and I studied my husband's cock every chance I got. I would stare at his prick for hours, looking closely at every vessel and fold, and it got so that I could draw a picture and map of his cock from the exploration of my tongue. Some nights I would stay awake all night as my husband slept and I would keep his cock warm and safe in my mouth, running my tongue over its hardness, swallowing the pre-cum and sometimes the urine that poured forth. At first I would lay my head on my husband's stomach or on his hip but that was too uncomfortable for him and for me so I would prop myself on my elbows and hold his precious cock in my mouth all night. If he rolled around in bed then I would maneuver around so his cock stayed in my mouth. Most magical of all would be those moments when I felt the flaccid length swell and harden on my tongue as he dreamed some dirty dream, and then I would nurse him, suckle him until his sperm flooded into my throat. Then I started greeting him at the door and instead of kissing him on the lips or cheek and saying "Hi, honey," I would bend over and kiss his crotch saying "Hi, honey". That kind of freaked him out a bit at first but he quickly came to enjoy it. To keep busy while he was a work I started an internet group called "Cock Sucking". It started out only for married women but soon single females were joining the group. In the forum we'd talk about new ideas in how to suck a cock, the best times to suck a cock, like in the morning before its morning piss or after its morning piss so that one could still taste the urine on its opening. Most of the women had not tried staying up all night with his cock in their mouths but those of us that did swear that the cock loved it. I soon had women from all over the world signing up on my website, even a few women from those oppressive Middle East countries. One female member asked me if I would share my husband's cock and I said, "Yes!" She also asked if I would share my husband's cock for fucking and without hesitation, I said, "Yes!" I knew instinctively I would love to watch as another woman take his cock in her mouth and make love to it, or see her cunt lips squeeze it, or watch as his cock move in and out of her anus. Gawd that would be so sexy and I wouldn't be jealous like some women. We call the cock "it" because it is not so much about the man but the cock and how it reacts to being in our mouths. We don't suck a cock to please the man but to please the cock, to make it come in our mouths, to feel its pulsing blood vessels as it expands and gets bigger. One of my members is a female doctor who sent the forum some reasons why it was good to suck cock. Because of her job, she loved to suck cocks in her exam room as she gave physicals to men in sports and this is what she wrote: "Semen contains estrone and oxytocin, two chemicals known to elevate mood in a female of any age. If this doesn't convince you to suck cock, it also contains a natural anti-depressant called thyrotropin and contains melatonin, a natural sleep inducing agent. Who'd have thought cum was as useful as a mug of warm milk? Semen also contains Cortisol, a steroid hormone, which is known to reduce stress in females and make the adult female more affectionate. In addition, facial exercises are known to reduce wrinkles and prevent a sagging jaw line. Enthusiastically sucking a cock for a good sixty minutes a day is all the facial workout you need! Cock sucking has its health benefits for the male of any age too. The cock is a `use it or lose it' organ. It needs daily care and maintenance in the form of regular erections and ejaculation that only a female mouth can provide. Sucking a cock for sixty minutes a day will stimulate the salivary glands and increase saliva production in your mouth. Saliva is important because it fights germs in your mouth, helps prevent bad breath and contains proteins and minerals that prevent tooth decay and gum disease. Cock sucking can be a very intimate experience. Exploring every area of your partner's genitals, with your mouth, tongue and lips with inevitably bring you closer together. Some female doctors claim that the glycoprotein and selenium present in semen can actually reduce the risks of breast cancer. Of course, you can always play with your breasts while you're worshipping his cock. He'll enjoy watching you and you can check for lumps while you're at it! Everyone's a winner!" This doctor's post was a big hit on the website. It also reinforced my belief that it takes all kind of women to suck cock. ** Out of college, my husband got a job at a software company. Two years later he started his own company with the stock options he was given. He developed algorithms to work with 256 bit security software. He had a lot of business from major companies around the world making a ton of money and he started with a small office staff of which he still has today. Three years later I got pregnant at 25 with a boy and I hardly need tell you how thrilled I was at the thought of a second cock in the family. When Timmy turned four I must admit that I admired and checked his little cock each time I changed his underwear or changed his clothes. Soon I couldn't resist kissing it, licking it and dare I say, keeping it warm in my mouth. He would smile and giggle each time I put my warm mouth on it. It was about this time that my husband caught me with Timmy's little cock in my mouth and he was very upset. I tried to make the point that is was not Timmy I was doing this too but his cock, but I found it hard to convince him and I could have sworn that he was jealous. I had to do something. I had never sucked his cock at work before so I thought it would be a nice idea to give him a surprise. I brought Timmy in his baby carrier to my husband's work. When I walked into his office and put Timmy on the couch and told my husband what I wanted to do he just frowned and said he had a lot of work to do and maybe that evening I could suck his cock. Well, I wasn't taking no for an answer as I undressed down to my panty hose and garter belt and I forced myself under his desk and started to undo his belt and zipper. He feebly resisted at first but I persisted and his cock was semi-hard when I pulled it out of his underwear: I love it like that, knowing that I will feel it stiffen and stretch. No sooner than I had his cock in my mouth than his secretary, Tina walked in. It was then I knew what I wanted to do for him. I felt him trying to push me away but I kept licking and sucking the cock. I know she knew that I was under the desk sucking my husband because Timmy was sleeping in the baby carrier and my clothes were piled on the floor, and the conversation between my husband and Tina was awkward. After she left, he tried to stop me again, but I could tell from the sound of his voice that his heart wasn't in it and for the next hour I kept the cock nice and warm in my mouth. I licked it and suck it and eventually coaxed its jism into my waiting mouth. Afterwards as Timmy sat on my lap I fondled his little cock and balls under his Superman underwear as my husband and I talked about my cock sucking and our son. He was worried it would get out of hand but I assured him that I had Timmy's cock in my best interests and he had to trust me. He nodded his head and my heart leapt with joy and happiness. On my way out of my husband's office I stopped at the secretary's desk. Mrs Tina Brent was thirty-eight years-old with blonde hair, big tits and very nice smooth legs. She was embarrassed as I stood there next to her desk holding Timmy in my left arm, knowing that I had given my husband a blowjob and for a second I wished that I had just a little of his cum left on my lips so that I could lick it off provocatively in front of her. I was excited because I knew what to do. I leaned over and told her that it was expected that as my husband's secretary she had to give him a daily blowjob. She gave me a surprised look and I smiled at her. I told her it was okay, that she had my permission. She got angry and shot back that she wasn't that kind of woman and could never do such a thing and besides that was sexual harassment. I looked at Tina. "All women have a price at which they will sell themselves," I smiled at her. " She turned beat red. "I, um, not for sale," she stammered. "And I have a daughter." She paused. "I have more self-respect than to lower my standards to suck my bosses cock." I just smiled at her and told her that if men got daily blowjobs there would be less violence in the world. I told her that if she couldn't give my husband a daily blowjob then I would find a woman who could. That my husband paid very good wages and in this world economy women had never earned the same pay as men and probably never would. She got upset that I was threatening her job but I told her if she valued her job she would think about. Well, her eyes got big and she blushed and I told her it was up to her. As I left her I turned around and said, "Twelve inches," and walked out of the office confident that she would do as I asked. That evening Timmy and I were on the living room floor, me on my stomach, happily sucking his little cock when my husband came home. He too had a big smile on his face and this time he made no objection to what I was doing to Timmy. I asked him about the secretary and he told me he was grateful for what I did but she kept her clothes on and didn't get under the desk. "So with Tina sucking my cock, can I, um," he was nervous about something. "Can I fuck her too?" he kind of cringed when he asked that. I hesitated then looked at Timmy's little cock and back at him. I nodded my head but said, "Only if she asks you and it has to be at the office, no hanky panky behind my back. Any fucking has to be initiated by her or the office staff for that matter," I replied. I hoped I was doing the right thing. I thought to myself that there was no sense in keeping his cock to myself when I had Timmy's to look after also. And anyway, you just can't suck a cock and not fuck with it. "Thanks, honey," he breathed a sigh of relief. "You can be damn sure it won't be behind your back." He paused and then said that Tina asked him if I was serious about hiring a woman to reside under his desk just to suck his cock. He looked at me for an answer and I said yes because a cock should always have a woman's warm mouth wrapped around it. "But if we hire a woman like that then can I fuck her also?" "Only if she asks you," I smiled up at him. Timmy giggled also. He smiled and nodded in agreement. ** Although I was busy organizing cock sucking at my husband's office, I did not neglect the education of my little boy. Several times a week Timmy would come into our bedroom and watch us fuck. I swear that my husband's cock would swell and get bigger at the thrill of his son watching him fuck me. Sometimes Timmy would get up close to the bed and watch and other times he would just look in on us and then walk away. Boys will have to learn how to fuck a woman at some point, why not start now? I studied Timmy's his cock like I did my husband's. I tried different techniques with it. When Timmy giggled and laughed I would remember what I was doing with my mouth and lips and repeat it. There were times that he would urinate into my mouth. I just smiled at him and swallowed. As a result each time he expected his cock to be in my mouth when he urinated, and if it wasn't he would cry and throw a fit. That was getting out of hand because in public I just couldn't allow him to do that so I had to reverse teach him, teach him that it was only okay to urinate in my mouth when we were at home. Now when we get home he would jump out of his booster seat and bound into the house and pull his pants down waiting for me. "Potty mouth, mommy!" was all he said, and I would kneel in front of him in delight. ** So I started my search for woman whose only job would be to suck and fuck my husband at the office. I had bigger things to do. Not that I didn't love my husband: it was just that I wanted something more. Control maybe? As strange as it may sound my husband's small start-up company had five employees who were females. How that worked out I don't know but I resolved to keep it that way. I liked to think of myself as the sixth employee as I came on as the accountant and office manager, but it was a non-paid position. Not that I minded about the money: I wanted to fulfill my dream of running an office and I saw the office manager job as the second most important job of our company after my husband. First there was the HR manager, Mrs Marge Stockton, forty-one years old. Well, she's not really an HR manager but she did have a degree in business and she was the first employee my husband and I hired. She was kind of a jack of trades making the company run smoothly so that my husband could focus on the core business of software. Marge was what society would call a "buxom" woman. She had some big breasts and a nice hour-glass figure and blond hair to her shoulders. She dressed like she was in the fifties though with skirts that came down to her knees. After that my husband and I let Mrs Stockton hire the others. Her first new hire was the secretary, Tina. She was thirty-eight and divorced with a daughter, Jessie who was twelve. Her ex-husband lived on the other side of the country. Tina had been laid-off at a tech company the previous year and was quickly sinking in debt. She struggled to keep her house payments going when Marge hired her. Tina was average looking woman with average breasts and a nice figure. She was a brunette and dressed conservatively. The third person hired was Mrs Agnes Johnson, forty-three years-old, the marketing and ad manager. She was a one person office buying and selling ad space on the company website. Her husband died about five years ago and now she was raising her two grandkids, Billy 10 and Abbie 9. Her daughter had skipped out on the kids and she stepped forward to help out even though it was financial strain on her. Agnes also had big breasts but she didn't dress in the style of the fifties like Marge but she did have a very nice figure, pleasing to the eye to watch her walk around the office. The fourth person that was Miss Brenda Turley a twenty-four year-old just out of college, a double major in physics and math, and she handled the software coding. She didn't have a boyfriend and her college debt was burying her dreams and ambitions. She was somewhat of rebel in that she had nose piercings and a stud through her tongue. She was very intelligent, way beyond her peers, but felt that she wasn't appreciated in society. Brenda liked wearing black and dyed her hair black but she had pale skin. Working for my husband in a back office suited her just fine as she didn't have to have customer interaction. I think if she cleaned herself up a bit she would have a rockin' body. The last person hired was Miss Linda Green, the software integration engineer, a twenty-six year old with degrees in web design and system administration but no boyfriend or immediate family and she also was struggling to pay off her college debt. Linda was a blond haired girl who wore blouses and knee length skirts to work. She was almost the opposite of Brenda in that she was outgoing but strangely enough Brenda and Linda complemented each other with their work abilities. The office was a one storey building and was very spacious and secluded, set by itself in an office park, way off from other buildings with lots of oak trees hiding it. My husband bought it outright and had security cameras installed and intrusion detection alarms around the property activated, all of which he controlled from inside his office. He was paranoid in that he didn't want anybody to know where the office was located. I realized later that the cameras and intrusion alarms would work to my advantage. My husband's office was very large. It had a leather couch along one wall with a glass coffee table in front of it. On one wall were the camera screens showing the outside of the property. If the intrusion alarm went off it lit up on his desk and on Tina's desk. We all used the rear door of the building leaving the alarm detection to cover the front side walk and the path to the front door. We could easily see well ahead of time who was coming to the property. Inside, the building had a total of ten offices so everybody had their own with four left over. There was a conference room with an oak table and plush chairs, a fully stocked kitchen with bar seating and cafeteria type tables and chairs. Because of the sun exposure and the summer heat in this part of the country, the windows were tinted dark so that nobody could see in but you could look out. There was a full size basement that wasn't finished off. There was enough room to add additional offices, a bathroom and another conference room. We have a post office box for mail delivery. Marge goes out three times a week to collect the mail at the post office. My husband doesn't want anybody coming and delivering anything to the building so when we first moved in he had the furniture movers deliver everything to the back door then we all helped in moving the stuff into the building. Since then no outside firm has been to the property. I have talked to my husband about maybe remodeling the basement but we don't have enough employees yet, maybe in the future. ** Two days after Tina started her special duties, I went to Mrs Stockton and told her that I wanted to hire a woman to suck my husband's cock. Of course, she was horrified and shocked, and immediately stomped off to my husband's office to protest, only to be referred back to me. I reminded her that she had a salary in the low six figures, which was way more than what she was worth in my opinion, and that if she couldn't help me I would find somebody who would: there were a lot of laid-off women with advanced degrees looking for meaningful work who would take a lot less salary. She didn't like the fact that I'd threatened her with the loss of her job but I told her there was nothing that would stand in the way of me assisting and helping my husband run his business and if she was any kind of manager she would make sure that my husband was satisfied and content at work. After that, she blushed and fell silent. Several days later she called me to say she had changed her mind and she would help me in my quest to find my husband a personal female assistant. I had the conversation recorded when she called - you just never know nowadays. Next I went to Agnes Johnson to ask her help in advertising the job. She also protested my request and stomped out of her office and went to my husband but once more, he just referred her back to me. When she returned I had Mrs Stockton in her office with me. Marge looked uncomfortable sitting in there. When Agnes returned and saw that Marge was in on the job search she reluctantly agreed to help me. Over the next week Mrs Johnson and I worked up several different job advertisements. I had her purchase ad space on the popular porn sites and porn dating sites which made her very uncomfortable. I didn't want to advertise the job in the local papers, or national papers, or even on the online job sites. I wanted the advertisement to speak directly to the woman who had no problems sucking and fucking a cock in an office environment. I wanted a whore for an employee. Just for fun I had Mrs Johnson put the advertisement on my cock worshipping site and to make it legit I sold the company the space for ten thousand dollars. I secretly got a thrill just knowing that Mrs Johnson was exposed to the site, and I wondered if she returned to investigate it more fully when she was at home. Agnes and I argued back and forth over the use of the word "whore". She said that we'd never find a woman who would take a job as an office whore and I replied that sure we would, money trumps everything and besides I told her, "All women over the age of 17 are basically whores anyway." We finally settled on the use of the "personal assistant with special skills". Over the weeks I interviewed several women in the local area but all of them declined when they found out exactly what was required. They all claimed that they had more self-respect about how low they would sink for a job but I thought it was strange that these women were surfing porn sites when they came across the job advertisement. Mrs Stockton by the way did not participate in the interviews but she did offer helpful hints for interview questions and with the paperwork. I held the interviews at local restaurants and not at the office. Mrs Johnson kept track of the advertisements and the stats on who was viewing them. As far as my husband was concerned, Tina, the secretary, and I kept him happy with our cock sucking. She has long since gotten over the humiliation of being naked as she sucked him off and she admitted that she did miss a man's cock: she didn't have time for a boyfriend or dating. She also learned to overcome her embarrassment at other times. Several times I walked in on her and my husband fucking on his desk; well, it was more like him fucking her. She was either bent over the desk with my husband behind her or laying on her back on the desk with her legs over her head and my husband pumping her. Sometimes, if I wasn't too busy, I used to stay and watch his lovely prick jack-hammering her cunt while I gently fingered his anus. As a result of all this attention, my husband was happy and stress free, and so was able to close deals and get contracts signed that meant that Brenda and Linda were very busy coding and installing software on client networks. I knew that we would be giving bonuses again this year. In one embarrassed moment while I was crawling out from under my husband's desk and she was getting ready to crawl in, she thanked me for letting him fuck her as it had been a long time since she felt a cock in her cunt. The other four women in the office knew what Tina and I were doing but said nothing. It was kind of awkward at times walking around the office. I thought maybe Linda and Brenda were getting a little jealous of Tina and the cock she was getting but they didn't approach me about it nor did I offer them anything. Agnes and Marge stayed away from Tina as much as they could but in a small office it was kind of difficult. I was about six weeks into the job search when Marcie Hamilton sent me her resume. She was forty and divorced with two teen kids at home and really needed to find a job in order to keep her house and live in the neighborhood where her kids go to school. Why she was on a sex dating site when she saw the job advertisement I don't know, but it suggested that she was desperate for work. She had been laid-off as a marketing executive with an online company and had a degree in Business Administration and a Masters in International Relations. She had been looking for work for two years and had clearly kept lowering her standards and salary requirements as she grew more desperate, and so she seemed an ideal person to interview. I met Marcie at a local restaurant for the interview. She was dressed in a business suit and I was wearing a t-shirt and cutoffs. The women I had interviewed for the job were all taken aback by my appearance but I wanted the women to know that the job they were interviewing for did not have direct involvement in any business decisions. After Marcie got over her initial reaction to my clothing she sat down. At probably five feet eleven she had blond hair tied in a bun, had medium size breasts and a slim figure. She wore five inch shiny black heels which accented her thighs and calves. It didn't look to me like she had a lot of make-up on because she had a clear complexion, her skin was blemish free. Clearly she had taken care of herself the last two years during her unemployment days. I offered her thirty dollars an hour which was way less than what she was making when she was laid-off but she seemed happy at the amount as she didn't negotiate with me. She asked what the position of assistant to my husband entailed and I told her, watching her reaction carefully. She didn't seem to bat an eye or indicate she was uncomfortable with the job, even when I went on to tell her that all she had to do was sit under my husband's desk during business hours and suck and lick his cock and offer her cunt and ass for his use. At thirty dollars an hour with no other job responsibilities other than to use her holes, it wouldn't be a very tough job I told her. I watched her reaction but she didn't give anything away. I wondered if she played poker because she kept a straight face the whole time. She said she'd think about it. She said she had been really hoping for a job where she could use her marketing experience and her degrees but I told her I wasn't interested in that: I was looking for a whore who could take care of my husband's cock. She blushed. I also told her that the job entailed travel with my husband to software conventions, tech conventions and sales conventions. She would be traveling him to keep him on his schedule and meetings and take care of his personal needs. "So I'm to be his bitch?" Marcie asked me. "In and out of the office?" "No, his personal whore," I replied as I pushed the paper over to her. "But on paper you're his personal assistant." "But you just said whore," she stated looking at the paper. I shrugged my shoulders. "Officially you are the personal assistant but for his purposes you are his whore. You will stay in the same hotel room as him, you will attend his needs and wants and things will be provided to you to help in accomplishing this task," I looked at Marcie. I was trying to be as cool and calm as I could. She blushed again. "Aren't you afraid that you will lose him? I mean, um, what if we ... you're married and all?" I interrupted her. "What, you mean fall in love?" She nodded. "You're his whore and personal cocksucker that's all. He knows that, I know that. He and I have talked about it. I can't be everywhere at once so I need somebody like you. At the office and on business trips he needs to be relaxed and well rested for these meetings. If he is uptight, nervous or upset then he can lose deals, which means the company loses money, which means you and the others won't get a yearly bonus or a salary increase. Keep him happy with your mouth and body while he is on the road and we shouldn't have any problems." "How much are the yearly bonuses?" she asked as she got up from the chair. "Last year's bonus was $10,000 each," I smiled. Yes, last year was a very good year I thought and hopefully better this year. Marcie was about to get up from the booth. "What if I don't click with him? I mean, what if we don't get along? Do I stay on or am I let go?" "Love the cock, not the man, is my saying. Unfortunately I would have to let you go. We would pay you for your time of course but I really need someone to watch over him at the office and especially on the road. He can't be visiting the Bunny Ranch or calling call girls to get laid, that's too risky. Let the other owners and executives squabble over that. Besides, he is a really nice guy, has twelve inches of American grade beef (Marcie smiled at that) and isn't too kinky in needs yet but that's something for you to work out with him." She just nodded her head and scooted out of the booth. "I'll think about it." Three days later she called me to say she was in. On her first day of work after her orientation with Mrs Stockton I met her in my husband's office. She was very nervous and I was there to calm her nerves. She had met the other women in the office who offered her encouragement but I wanted to introduce her to Tina who seemed very relieved that I found somebody to take over the duties. After introducing her, I suggested that as it was her first day, I should show her what was expected of her, and she smiled her agreement. We removed our clothes and squeezed in under the desk and waited for my husband. Marcia didn't seem to have a problem undressing or being seen naked by me or Tina and Tina and I had long gotten over our embarrassment of seeing each other naked in my husband's office. Once we were under the desk, waiting, I instructed Marcie of her duties: to keep my husband in a heightened state throughout the day until the close of business and that it was most important that she had to swallow everything that came out of his cock. I also told her that she had to get to know his moods about fucking. He shouldn't have to ask her but rather she should watch him closely and offer herself to him if she noticed that he needed a change of pace. I repeated that he should never have to ask for a fuck, it should be offered and she nodded her head. She asked how she should offer herself to him. I replied that that was something she would have work out with him. She nodded her head. After that, to pass the time, Marcie told me about her fourteen year-old son and thirteen year-old daughter and I told her about me and my husband and our son, Timmy. Eventually the conversation started dragged and we both got a little self-conscious cramped together so close under the desk. Every now and again, Tina would come in and put something on the desk and she would ask us how we were doing or if she could get us anything. At last, an hour or so later my husband walked into the office and sat down in the chair. I unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear and I was pleased to hear Marcie gasp with delight when his cock sprang up, freed from constraint. I told her in a low voice about how he liked his cock sucked and then began to demonstrate, taking the lovely shaft into my mouth while she watched and licked her lips. All the while, above us, my husband seemed to ignore us and continue with his work. If he talked on the phone we stopped talking but kept sucking and eventually we had both our mouths and lips running over his cock. Occasionally, our tongues would touch and we would glance at each other in embarrassment, but we kept on licking and sucking. I stayed with her for about an hour, watching in particular how she coped with his cum, and was delighted to see that she captured and swallowed it all without spilling any. I was also pleased to see her growing enthusiasm as she warmed to her task: this was clear not only from her eagerness to suck the cock, but also from the rich fragrance of cunt that began to fill the space under the desk. Later, as I was getting dressed, Marcie was bent over the desk as my husband fucked her from behind while he talked on the phone and it was such an erotic sight: it was amazing to listen to his unwavering voice talking about a tech deal, while all the time his lovely cock pumped in and out of her saturated hole. Tina looked in the door and smiled also, and when I followed her out she told me that she hoped that he would still have time for her. "Well," I replied as I looked back in his office. "I would get with Marcie and double team his cock." Marcie had her eyes closed as my husband fucked his cock into her. "I am sure that my husband would love to fuck both of you at the same time." Tina smiled. I could see the wheels turning in her head and I couldn't help but smile: all this just so that I could suck my son's cock. Afterwards as my husband walked me out of the office to my car, he asked me if this was going to get out of hand and I assured him that it would not. I reminded him that I everything under control, that Marcie seemed an excellent new addition to the staff, and that she was there to relieve him of any stress and pressures: while on the road she would be his whore, doing whatever it took to reduce his stress. I even pointed out to him that Tina was a little nervous about not being able to fuck him so she and Marcie may ask him to fuck them both at the same time. He smiled and nodded his head and returned to his office with a spring in his step. ** With Marcie in place, so to speak, I enlisted Linda, the system administrator, to help me with an updated design of my cock sucking site, and eventually Brenda joined us. Both young women were surprised and excited about the site and being young, they were more open minded than Mrs Stockton and Mrs Johnson. Neither of them had time for a boyfriend and when they did date guys, the boys were put off by their intelligence - men have such inferior sexual complexes some times. As their enthusiasm grew, they took over the running of the site in their spare time at the office and they increased membership as more women were joining the discussion on the practice and pleasure of cock sucking until I had women from all over the world who were interested in joining. When I sat back and thought about it, I now had all the staff in the company aware of what was going on in my husband's office and on my website, and the majority seemed to have warmed to it, although Mrs Stockton and Mrs Johnson though were still apprehensive: I think that is because they are the oldest employees in the office and the most resistant to change. ** That first month Marcie quickly lost her shyness and nervousness with my husband and the other employees and became a popular and respected member of staff. Brenda and Linda love talking to Marcie on her breaks about mentoring advice for young females. For you HR managers reading this, yes, she does get fifteen minute morning break, 1 hour lunch break and the fifteen minute afternoon break as per state law. Marcie now hung her clothes up in my husband's office in plain sight of anybody who walked in: she said that gave her a perverse sense of excitement. Her cock sucking "uniform" was a pair of six inch stiletto's, thigh length panty hose held up by a garter belt, no bra or panties. She had to get undressed in his office and if she went out of the office she had to get dressed again. She was also learning his moods like knowing when to suck his cock and when he needed to fuck her. Sometimes he might be rough if something wasn't going right, like slapping her ass or breasts or squeezing her breasts hard and jamming his cock into her but she held up very well, in fact I think she secretly enjoyed it. Marcie and Tina were also becoming good friends. My husband was very happy when both women offered a double fuck in the afternoon. They both laid out on his desk top next to each other with their legs over their heads and would step back and forth fucking his cock into their cunts. Some days both women were happy to use their mouths for his pleasure when he would be on conference calls. In fact their relationship with each other grew a little more daring: on more than one occasion I was lucky enough to see them passing my husband's cum back and forth between them with obvious delight. ** As for my life with my husband we still fucked several times a week. Sometimes I wondered how my husband kept up with it until it dawned on me. He was slowly getting into the kinky and rough stuff. The sex was like a drug that at times to get a really good hard-on he had to up the dosage and in this case increase the kink and some rough stuff. At home Timmy would watch us fuck in our bedroom. Sometimes he would watch and other times he would leave the room. I noticed that my husband's cock wasn't as hard as when Timmy was in the room watching. It was then that he would slap my ass if he were fucking me doggie style or slap my face if I was sucking him as he watched TV. Timmy would take notice. Other times he would show Timmy his cock lodged in my anus then pull it out and back in. At work he asked me if he could use handcuffs on Marcie when he fucked her or if she was on her knees. I went out and bought the handcuffs but Marcie wasn't so sure. After a little convincing she warmed to the idea and found that she didn't mind it at all. Tina was next and although she didn't like being restrained did find it just a little bit erotic. When it came to Timmy, I would bring him to the office with me and let him run around while I met with my husband. Linda and Brenda loved watching him while I was busy, but Mrs Stockton and Mrs Johnson tried to steer clear of him by shutting their doors. I wondered at first if they didn't like him, but then I realized that they were embarrassed by having a small boy around, given the changes I had introduced to office routine. This reaction alarmed me: I thought that Timmy should be able to have the run of the office while he was there and not be shut out so that both he and the employees would come to think of his presence as normal. One day, as we were leaving, I got the idea of removing the office doors. I talked to my husband that night and he agreed in principle but asked whether this should apply to the door to his office. I said I thought it should, I mean, everybody already knew what went on behind his door anyway, but he was worried about Timmy walking into his office while Marcie was under his desk. "It would spook and freak out everybody to have a little boy watching what was going on," he said. I had to agree with him that that was likely to start with, so we agreed we would leave his door in place but remove the other doors. I would have to figure out a suitable time and a way to remove his door: after all, it seemed essential to me for him to see his father's cock being serviced so that he would come to expect the same thing for himself. Several days later Mrs Stockton and Mrs Johnson got upset and complained when I removed their doors with the help of Linda and Brenda while Timmy stood there smiling at both women. Mrs Stockton got up from her desk and went to the only female bathroom in the small building, slamming the door behind her. Timmy ran after her but stopped outside the bathroom door looking at me. I looked at the girls and smiled but as I started taking the bathroom door off the hinges, even Brenda and Linda said that was too much. Undeterred, as Timmy stood there watching the bathroom door and smiling at me, I managed to get it off the hinges. When I did Timmy ran into the bathroom and we could hear Mrs Stockton crying as Timmy banged on the toilet door. I turned and left and the girls went back to their offices. It was awkward and nobody wanted to say anything about a young boy harassing an adult woman, but I knew that in the end I would get them to accept it. When Mrs Stockton finally came out of the bathroom, with Timmy following her, I went in and took the toilet doors off the stalls. Just as I was finishing, my husband appeared and stopped me. He said he thought this was getting out of hand and that Mrs Stockton was ready to quit. I told him I had a handle on the situation and that if he offered Mrs Stockton a twenty-thousand dollar increase in her salary, I was pretty certain she would stay on. She had a lot of stress as the sole earner because she and her husband were having financial difficulty: her husband was in and out of the hospital and they were living paycheck to paycheck. My husband smiled and nodded his head. Mrs Stockton stayed on as I figured and so did the others. Timmy had the run of the office even into the women's bathroom although the women did not use it when he was around. As for his father's office, he still had no access if the door was closed and I still had to figure a way to get his office door off so that Timmy had unfettered access everywhere in the office. ** One day I got a private email from a woman on the other side of town. She too had a boy about Timmy's age and she wondered if I "did him". Well, I was excited by the question, but also nervous as could be and took several days to respond to her. I didn't know if she was with the feds and was out to bust me or the others. I looked at her online chat history and nothing jumped out at me: she seemed normal, so I replied that maybe we should meet up somewhere with our boys and make a play date. She replied at once that she would like that. I set up our meeting at a burger place, kind of halfway between her and me. I figured a public place would be good. I would wear a red ball cap so that she could recognize me. I got to the burger place about half hour before the meeting time so I could match-up parents and kids in the restaurant. A lot of the kids were playing on the jungle gym but I kept count of everybody and closely watched people come and go. I would check out the parking lot for any suspicious looking vehicles or cars that didn't looked like they belonged at a burger joint. Finally at the agreed time I nervously put my red ball cap on and waited. I looked around but didn't notice anybody approaching me. Timmy was off playing on the jungle gym when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there stood a very beautiful curly haired brunette with stunning lip gloss, a short one piece sun dress and five inch heels. She smiled at me. I smiled back and invited her to sit down. After introducing our boys they went off and played together on the jungle gym. Sabrina, who was twenty-eight and a year younger, and I talked for an hour before deciding to meet the following Saturday at the park. We didn't want to know where each other lived yet. ** On Wednesday I went to the office with Timmy who took off as soon as we arrived and was greeted by Linda, Brenda, and Tina with warm smiles and hugs. Agnes and Marge stayed in their offices. I strode into my husband's office to find him working away at his PC and Marcie was just crawling out from under his desk. She smiled at me and I smiled back at her but put my index finger to the side of mouth and made a wiping motion. She blushed as she wiped away the little droplet of sperm and then, as she started to dress, told me she was on a lunch break. I giggled and immediately got undressed, hanging up my clothes on the hanger that Marcie had thoughtfully provided for my use. For the next hour I worked the cock back to life while Marcie had her lunch. Tina came and went several times during the hour, each time looking longingly at the shaft as I fucked it slowly with my mouth, asking me if I needed anything and reporting that Timmy was playing in lunch room. Eventually, Marcie came back from lunch break, undressed and joined me under the desk. We passed my husband's cock back and forth using just our mouths and I licked his testicles as Marcie engulfed the head. At times our tongues touched but we'd gotten over our embarrassment of it and now we just smiled at each other without saying a word. Occasionally, I could hear Timmy calling out or laughing in the corridor, and wondered if he might run into the room and see us, but unfortunately he was too occupied with his game. After a while my husband got up and left which gave me a chance to talk to Marcie. I asked her if she wanted to earn extra money by working for my husband at our home in the evenings and on the weekends, sucking and fucking his cock. She got nervous because of Timmy and said she would feel uncomfortable being seen with my husband in his house but I laughed off her concerns. I told her not to worry about Timmy as I would keep him busy and besides, I said, "You'll be working in my husband's home office under his desk so Timmy would never see you." Marcie didn't look too convinced but she said she would think about it. When I didn't hear from her for a couple of days I stopped by the office again and as usual, I got undressed and crawled under the desk to join her. When my husband left the room for a few moments, I asked her again about coming to our house. I offered her five dollars an hour more, a total of thirty-five dollars an hour, for Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings until 9pm and all day Saturday's from 9am to 9pm. She was clearly still uncertain: she said it was one thing doing this at the office where nobody but the secretary could see her but it was another thing to be at our house with our son running around and the possibility of getting caught by him. I tried to allay her concern about Timmy by telling her that Timmy would be taken care of and that she not worry about him. I waited in awkward silence for her to make her decision when my husband returned. We were passing his cock back and forth between us when Marcie said, "Sometimes my kids have school events during the week and sometimes they have sporting events on Saturday's. So I won't be able to come over all the time." I nodded my head as I pushed my husband's cock out of my mouth with my tongue into her open mouth. "Not a problem," I smiled. Marcie engulfed the cock, kissing the tip and underside then she pushed the cock back to me. "Okay, I don't feel comfortable with Timmy in the house, but I'll do it as long as there is no possibility of him walking in on me." Once more I reassured her that he wouldn't and that seemed to calm her anxieties. Little did she know what I had planned... I was excited at her acceptance and so was my husband. She would start next Monday evening. ** That Saturday I met Sabrina and her son, Adrian, at the park for a picnic. As the boys took off to play Sabrina and I talked about the boys. Both were four years-old and Sabrina was single. After a little while, Timmy came back squeezing his crotch and dancing a little. "Potty mouth, mommy" he said. I told him pull his pants down but to my delight he protested that we were in public, just like I taught him, but I told him just this once because Sabrina and Adrian were his new friends. So he pulled his pants down and I scooted over to him and took him in my mouth. He let loose his yellow stream into my mouth, and it felt so arousing, knowing that Sabrina and Adrian were watching me. After a minute he stopped and I licked the last droplets of urine from his little hole then sat back while Timmy pulled his pants up. Sabrina and little Adrian were looking at us in amazement so I said that it was the most natural thing a mother can do for her son. That really broke the ice between Sabrina and me and I could see a flush of excitement come to her face. After eating lunch we moved to a more secluded location within the park. Sabrina showed me how she sucked Adrian's cock and I showed Sabrina how I serviced Timmy's. Then we had our boys stand side by side as we cuddled and licked their proud hard little pricks. Timmy knew not to use his hands on my head but Sabrina seemed to have no problem with Adrian running his hands through her hair. After about ten minutes of sucking, it was time to go. Sabrina said that she would think about Adrian urinating in her mouth, she found it intriguing, and I decided to take a chance and invited her and Adrian to my house on Monday afternoon to continue our play dates in private. On Monday Sabrina and Adrian arrived at the house around 3pm and I greeted them in the nude, having checked through the peep hole first to make sure it was them. I opened the door and both were shocked at the sight I presented. Timmy came to door fully clothed and he took Adrian by the hand and led him upstairs. Sabrina came in and I asked if she might be more comfortable removing her clothes: after all a mother can't be shy about her body in front of other cock suckers. She laughed, taking her clothes off eagerly and I hung them neatly in the closet. It felt a little awkward for me, having another mother nude walking around the house, and I couldn't help glancing at her body, her firm tits and small bush of hair: I wondered if her cunt was as wet as mine was. I showed her my computer room and the website that was up and running. I called Timmy down and asked him if he wanted lovin' but he said no because he and Adrian were playing in his room with his toys. Timmy ran happily back upstairs and I looked at Sabrina: "Why not join the boys in playing toys?" So there we were, two adult women laying on the floor totally nude in my son's room playing toys with two young boys who were fully clothed. It was a strangely erotic sight. Timmy stood up and said, "Potty mouth, mommy," and pulled his pants down. Now we're getting somewhere I said and Sabrina laughed. Adrian followed his lead and also announced, "Potty mouth, mommy." I looked over at Sabrina who was smiling. She put her mouth directly on her son's cock and I saw her throat constrict and relax as she swallowed his urine. I did the same thing. Sabrina got the idea that maybe we should swap boys and I replied that maybe the boys should swap us. Timmy stood in front of Sabrina and Adrian stood in front of me and we sucked and licked their cocks while they smiled and giggled. Then we played ride the horsey where the boys sat on our backs as we crawled around Timmy's bedroom. Sabrina thought it was funny to give the boys the drum sticks to Timmy's play drum so that they could reach around and swat our asses as they urged us on. I went to my bedroom and got two pairs of thongs. I pulled one over my head putting the thin material in my mouth and the excess behind my head. I had Timmy sit on my back and hold the excess thong material like it was a bit in my mouth. Sabrina did the same thing and we both laughed as the boys pulled back on the "bit" in our mouths and also as the boys used the thong to turn us to the right and the left as we crawled around on the floor. Down the stairs we went with the boys on our backs laughing and giggling the whole way as they held the thongs tight in our mouths. We had fun and the boys had fun and it was only when it was time for them to go that we realized that Sabrina and I had stayed on our hands and knees the whole time as we chased the boys around the house trying to suck and lick their cocks. Even as we played, I couldn't help but reflect how wonderfully erotic it felt, with my tits swaying beneath me, my ass raised and open, and my cunt leaking onto my thighs, and I could see and smell clearly that Sabrina felt the same: this was so much what I wanted from everything I had been trying to do. While we were playing, I had encouraged Timmy to call Sabrina by her first name and Adrian to call me by my first name, and later, as Sabrina and I were getting dressed she asked me why I had done this because tradition said they should use either Miss or Mrs in the title, like Miss Sabrina. I told her that I didn't want Timmy thinking he should be respectful to an adult woman. I wanted Timmy to think that he was superior to women and that we should show our love by being submissive to our boys and I was working hard to make sure he knew he was better than an adult woman. (This proved to be a big problem later: when Timmy went to school he would call his female teachers by their first name and at times disrespect them. Many times over the years the school has called me in to talk about Timmy and how he should be being respectful to female teachers and administrators, but I never did talk to him and as long as Timmy kept up his straight A grades and attendance, there was nothing the school could do to discipline him.) ** After Sabrina and Adrian left, I had to get ready to receive Marcie. After our successful afternoon, I felt as if I was being carried by a wave of excitement and anticipation. This would be the first time she would be at our house and she would probably be nervous as hell, but if things went well, my plans to encourage her to suck cock properly might turn out to be successful. Luckily, although Marcie was scheduled to be here at 6pm, my husband had a meeting across town and would be about an hour late. When the doorbell rang Timmy ran and opened the door. Marcie was a little taken aback to have Timmy greet her. "Hi Marcie," I smiled. "Timmy this is Marcie Hamilton." Marcie leaned over at the waist looking down at Timmy she held out her hand. "Hi, Timmy, I'm Miss Hamilton," she said as she waited for Timmy to say something. "Hi Marcie," Timmy said and he turned around and walked away leaving Marcie blushing red with embarrassment as she stood up. I was proud of Timmy. I knelt down and whispered something in his ear and then sent him off to play with his toys. "Um, this way, Marcie," I said leading her down the hallway to my husband's office. I showed her the office and the clothes hanger with two hangers on it, one with her name and one with mine, and Marcie blushed again. "I, um," Marcie stammered as she fiddled with her purse, clearly nervous. "Wait," I smiled. "You didn't think you wouldn't have to get undressed? It's the same rules here as in the office." "I, um, ah," was all Marcie replied avoiding eye contact. I started to undress and hung my clothes up so that in a minute I was standing nude looking at her. I raised my eyebrow and made a "come on" gesture and Marcie shrugged her shoulders. "What about Timmy?" she asked nervously. "Timmy's fine," I replied as I scooted under the desk. "He can take care of himself." Soon Marcie was nude and she stood in front of the leather chair, looking down at the desk. "Well, come on," I urged her as I craned my neck up to look at her. She knelt down and backed herself under the desk next to me so that we were so snug in place under the desk, we could hardly move because the space was smaller than my husband's desk at work. It was slightly awkward being there and we said nothing to each other, but after the delight of the afternoon, the touch of her flesh against mine sent a thrill through me. I finally asked her how the office was today but all she said was that it was fine. Just then the office door opened. "Mommy?" asked Timmy. Marcie had a horrified look on her face. I knew that this intrusion would test our friendship and work relationship. Things were easier at the office but here at home Marcie would have to be pushed into doing something she didn't want to do. "What is it, darling?" I replied, smiling at Marcie. We could hear Timmy walking across the floor and I could feel Marcie tense up in a panic, as if she wanted to bolt out of there. She was making a feeble attempt to cover her breasts but the lack of space made it difficult for her. Just then Timmy was standing in front of us wearing a t-shirt that came to his waist but no pants or underwear, his little boy cock sticking straight out its small round head red was inflamed. "What are you and Marcie doing under the desk, mommy?" "We're waiting on daddy, honey. What can I help you with darling?" I asked like nothing was wrong. Timmy was still looking at Marcie who was blushing all kinds of red and avoiding Timmy's stare. "I have a boo-boo, mommy," Timmy replied. He looked down at his little cock and then pushed his hips out, and I heard Marcie gasp. "Well, sit up in the big man's chair then and let mommy take a look." Timmy jumped up on the leather chair and scooted to the edge. I pulled the chair forward, thus further blocking any escape from the desk. I put my head in his lap and gently sucked him. I made slurping noises for a few minutes, deliberately emphasizing the wetness of my mouth and then pulled my head from Timmy's lap and looked at Marcie. "Well?" "Well, what?" she replied. She didn't look happy. "Help me out." "Fuck that! Let me out of here right now!" she said almost in tears, her body trying to push against the restrictions of the desk. In doing so, her legs parted a little and I could see Timmy looking directly at her cunt. She became aware of it too and quickly moved a hand from her breast to cover it. Timmy giggled, his eyes now focused on the newly exposed tit. "A cock is cock," I said. "It's not about the boy or the man but the cock. It's always about the cock." "You're fucking crazy!" Marcie cried as she tried to squeeze her way out but couldn't. I guess I could've blackmailed her but my plan all along was for her to accept sucking Timmy's cock of her own free will, so I just shrugged and went back to sucking the lovely cock and balls as she sobbed quietly beside me. Timmy laid back on the chair with a smile on his face. About ten minutes later my husband walked in the front door, yelling out that he was home, and walked down the hallway. As he walked into his office Timmy cried, "Hi daddy." "Hi, Timmy, is mommy there?" "Yes sir, mommy and Marcie are here." Timmy said, looking down under the desk and grinning. My husband walked around to the leather chair and then stopped dead, looking down at me with Timmy's little prick still in my smiling mouth, and Marcie squashed beside me, sobbing. For a moment he seemed uncertain, but then stepped towards the desk. "Good, now run along because I have work to do." Timmy jumped off the chair and skipped happily out of the office and Marcie and I could hear my husband pulling down his pants and underwear. He walked around and plopped down in the leather chair, and there in front of us was his lovely cock, sticking straight out. I gestured to Marcie who reluctantly took the head in her mouth although I could tell she wanted to leave right then and there. I moved my mouth to his balls licking them all the while watching Marcie. "I thank you both for doing this for Timmy and me," he said, sucking in his breath as we worked his cock. Marcie was about to say something but I gave her a hard look and shook my head, and I made sure my tongue tangled with hers several times during our sucking. I wanted to remind her of her duties and that it was okay with Timmy. A little later my husband got up and left the office and I pulled myself out from under the desk looking back at Marcie who tried to come out also. "You stay," I said firmly. "Fuck that," she replied as she pulled herself halfway out from under the desk. "This is your job, you agreed to it and the money," I hissed. "A cock is a cock no matter if it belongs to an adult male or a four year-old. The job is the same." I stared at when I said that and she stared back at me. That seemed to stop her. She wiped a tear from her eye and looked down at the floor. "Think of the money." Taking a risk, I got up and walked out the office door without getting dressed, pausing anxiously in the hallway: I was worried that Marcie would follow me out of the office dressing as she did so and then out the front door, but she didn't and I breathed a sigh of relief. Damn that was close I thought. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I found my husband in the kitchen getting something to eat. He still had his button down shirt on and his cock was half hard. We talked about Marcie and the arrangement extra arrangement. I went back to the office to check on her and see if she was still there, only to find Timmy in the leather chair laying back with his eyes closed and little sucking noises coming from below the desk. Despite my delight at seeing that she had given in, I turned around and quietly left: as much as I wanted to say something smug, I decided not to; she had to come to terms with Timmy herself. And the cameras were rolling. At that moment, my husband came down the hall towards the door, but I waved him towards the living room. "Don't you think this is getting a little out of hand?" he asked as he sat down on the recliner, waiting his turn. "I have everything under control. Nothing will get out of hand, you have to trust me on this," I smiled as I knelt beside the recliner and gently stroked his crotch with my mouth and tongue. Fifteen minutes later Timmy came out of the office and sat down in the living room. "Marcie is nice," was all he said as he used the remote to change channels. My husband got up from the recliner and walked into his office and he spent the rest of the time there until 9pm when I had Timmy in bed. A couple of times I walked by the office only here the slap of flesh as my husband fucked Marcie. That made me wet knowing she wasn't about to back out anytime soon. When Marcie eventually came out of the office, she was fully dressed and I was still naked. I could see from the expression on her face that in that moment it occurred to Marcie that I had been walking around naked even with Timmy in the house. She blushed as we said our good-nights but nothing more than that and I smiled as I closed the door: another step along the way. ** The next day I made a point of going to the office, undressed and squeezed myself under the desk with Marcie. At first we just kneeled in an awkward silence, until I said, "Thank you for taking care of Timmy yesterday, that was sweet of you." "Like you said, it's about the cock not the man or the boy," she replied not looking at me. "Yes, it is," I smiled. "It is the most natural thing a woman can do." Marcie nodded her head. "But more than that I need the money," she seemed embarrassed by that. I took Marcie's place under the desk when she went on break and asked my husband if it was okay to remove his office door because Marcie was fully converted over to sucking. He said, "No," that the other women would freak out and that might cause problems. As I took his cock in my mouth I thought that I wasn't quite there yet. ** On Wednesday Sabrina and Adrian came over to the house. It was then that we decided on a list of rules for our activities. * "We must always be naked when getting together. The boys must be dressed at least at first." * "If the play date is at one of our houses then we must not stand in the presence of the boys. All activities must be done on our hands and knees." * "All females will be addressed by her first name, not Miss or Mrs." * "We cannot use our hands to manipulate their cocks, only our mouths and tongues." ** As for Marcie, on Wednesday and Friday evenings Timmy greeted her at the door and I made sure I was already under the desk when she came into the office. On Friday it took a lot of effort on Marcie's part to allow Timmy to stay in the room as she undressed. I poked my head out from under the desk and watched the interaction between them: while Marcie took off her clothes, he just stood there looking at her until she was completely naked, and then he turned and walked out into the living room. Yes, Marcie was slowly coming to terms with Timmy and it would be on his terms. That excited me. It was awkward under the desk. It was a very tight fit and in time my knees, back and neck were hurting from the strain of being bent over. To help Marcie relax, we talked about her kids, Paul and Rachel: Paul was fourteen and Rachel was thirteen and both were straight "A" students and in student government. Out of the blue and I don't know why, I asked her if she ever thought about sucking her son's cock. There was long hesitation on her part then she got upset, but from the blush on her face, even though she was upset with the question, I knew what the answer was. At that moment, my husband arrived and sat down in his leather chair, and we both went to work licking and sucking his cock. Later that evening as she was leaving, I was naked on my hands and knees and Timmy, who had his PJs on, was sitting on my back watching cartoons on TV. I looked over at her and smiled but she turned away and went out the door, and for a moment I was afraid that because of my question about her son and his cock, she wouldn't be coming back. ** I need not have worried. On Saturday morning promptly at 9am, the door bell rang and Timmy answered the door. This time, Marcie showed no surprise and they both walked to the office where Timmy watched her undress. Once she was naked, he got up on the leather chair as she crawled under the desk and then he pulled the chair up to the desk. Almost at once I heard those lovely wet sounds of a prick being sucked and I was impressed that in four days, Marcie was sucking and licking Timmy's cock without protest. Already naked, I walked into the office to watch Marcie worshipping my little boy's cock and when I smiled at her, she smiled back without breaking the rhythm of her mouth. My husband had to go into work for several hours so we had some time to kill, and so I thought it might be a good opportunity for her to get to know us better. After a little while, Timmy climbed off the chair and walked up to me and said, "Potty mouth, mommy". Today was the first time that Marcie heard the expression and she crawled out from under the desk and sat on the floor, watching curiously as I pulled him to me and enveloped his little cock in my mouth and drank down his pee pee. I couldn't gage her reaction from where I was, but it didn't seem to bother her as she said nothing nor did she seem repulsed by the act. It was then that I decided to show her the short list of rules I composed with Sabrina. I knew the rules gave a vivid picture of the lengths I was prepared to go to service my little man, and what I expected others to do as well, so I held my breath as she read them, wondering if I was pushing her too hard. However, I need not have worried: when she read the second rule, she got down on her hands and knees, and giggled, saying, "As we're both naked, that takes care of number one as well!" Something had clicked within Marcie and she no longer seemed to be bothered by Timmy or sucking him. So the ice between us was broken. As Timmy watched TV we talked about how I came into cock sucking and when I showed her my computer setup and the website, she looked interested in joining. She also confessed that she felt more financially secure since working for my husband and that her kids were much happier, which weighed heavily in her decision to do what she must to keep her job. At the mention of her kids, I looked up at her questioningly, wondering if she would talk about her son Paul and his cock, but she avoided my eyes in a way that convinced me that she was holding something back. However, we did talk about other fantasies. She told me one of her fantasies was being under my husband's desk at work sucking his cock when there was a staff meeting going on. The other women would be able to hear her sucking noises but my husband would carry on as if she wasn't there. She said that what turned her on was not just the thought of his cock in her mouth, but also that it would make the other women uncomfortable. I told her one of my fantasies was that I wanted Timmy to come into the office while we were sucking my husband's cock so that he could actually watch what was happening. I told Marcie how important it was for me that Timmy should understand that women were there to service him, and how turned I got by watching them do it, and we giggled at the thought that that would give the poor Mrs Stockton a heart attack. We didn't think that any of the women in the office would complain about sexual harassment because there were plenty of other women who needed a job, and anyway, the financial rewards were very good. Of course, none of them knew that I had my own insurance policy: with Marcie I had already taken hidden videos of her and Timmy, and of course Sabrina and Adrian and Timmy on camera also, and I intended to take more secret videos at work: If you're gonna do something like this, make sure you control the environment. Timmy went out to the kitchen and came back carrying a glass of milk so I got on my hands and knees in front of the TV and he sat down on the right side of my back. He spread his legs a little as Marcie crawled up to him and she put her head into his crotch and started sucking him as he sat on me. This was milestone for Marcie and me, not simply because she was becoming so uninhibited, but also because we weren't in my husband's office under a desk but out in the open. Timmy drank his milk and watched cartoons while Marcie sucked his cock. I was proud of my boy. When my husband eventually returned, Marcie spent most of the day under his office desk and the rest of the day getting fucked on top of it. I kept Timmy entertained while I figured out my next move. I had to work out how to get Sabrina and Marcie to meet and how to expand this little circle of cocksuckers from the web to my house. My husband up to now did not know about Sabrina and Adrian so I would have to find a way introducing him as well. ** That night as my husband laid in bed I was slowly licking the cock getting it ready for my sucking while he read the news on his tablet. Marcie and I had come up with a plan that would fulfill our fantasy's that we had talked about earlier. "Honey, can I ask you a question about the office?" I asked as I kissed the silky tip of the cock. "Sure, sweetie," he replied without looking up. "How would you like if the other five employees sucked this lovely cock?" I asked as I engulfed the head while looking at his reaction. I felt it jerk in my mouth. "Um, well, I, um," he stuttered looking down at me. "Even Mrs Johnson and Mrs Stockton," I smiled with my mouth full of cock. "Um, I mean, that would be great but I could get sued for sexual harassment and we don't want that," he replied putting down his tablet. "That's true, but what if you did nothing but just enjoy the sucking and fucking? I mean, just let me handle the women," I licked the length of his cock," and I'll be the one to get them under your desk and on top of your desk with their legs spread." I felt his cock pulse and he gulped loudly. "What about Marcie? I mean, she'd be upset that she'd lose her position with me?," he asked. "Don't worry about Marcie. She won't lose her position with you but I have plans and designs for her, and besides Marcie and I that came up with this idea of the other females taking turns on your cock." My husband just smiled at me. "You just concentrate on making a gazillion dollars and let me handle the female office politics," I replied as I licked up and down the shaft, from balls to tip. "And what about Timmy? The women were really upset at the toilet doors being removed and if we get caught or one of them reports us, everything we worked for will be gone," He sucked in his breath as I swirled my tongue against his pee-hole. "You let me worry about Timmy; nothing is gonna happen to us, trust me." I drooled spit over the head wrapped my lips gently around it as if my mouth was a tight cunt. "I do trust you," he gasped, "but... but you said fucking also." I could feel his cock stiffening and pulsing at the thought of fucking the women in the office. "Hmm, yes I did," I replied licking up and down again. "I thought carefully about this. I know that Tina and Marcie really enjoy fucking you." "Yeah, they're both hot lookin', my husband smiled. I gently bit his cock head. "Hey!" he responded. I smiled. "Yes, they're hot looking but I don't want you to chase after them." I paused and looked up at him. "I told them to chase after you." He gave me a quizzical look. "I want the office to come to you and ask you to fuck them. It is important that you never ask them like we talked about before. They have to ask of their own volition. If you want something special from them then ask me. If you want more toys or other kinky stuff let me know." I deep throated his cock to his balls and back up again. My husband nodded his head and gasped his breath. "One other thing, Tina told me that you have a handful of business trips coming up. Conferences and such," I stated as I kissed the cock head. "Ah, yes," he replied. "What of it?" "You know Marcie will go with you." "Yes, I know." "I hired her to be your personal assistant like she is now and since this is will be your first trip together, remember that she takes care of your schedule, rental car, hotel room, meals and such. She makes sure you get to meetings on time, she will take notes during these meetings and she will be in constant touch with the office about your meetings and deals. I also gave her authorization for the company credit card so whatever you need you tell her and she gets it for you. But more importantly, she is to be your whore on these business trips." My husband's cock was straining now. "What exactly do you mean by whore?" "She is to sleep with you, suck you, fuck you and anything else you desire. I don't want you to be worried or bothered about whether you're gonna get laid or not. I don't want you to get involved with whores and pimps and call girls or making runs out to the Bunny Ranch or driving around the seedy part of town looking for prostitutes. Marcie will care of all that for you. I want you fully focused on your business meetings and Marcie will take care of everything else." "Okay, does Marcie know this?" "Yes, she knows. While other businessmen worry about getting laid or getting a blow job behind their wife's back or worry whether a call girl is a cop or not, you have Marcie to do this for you." "Okay, then I will give you a list tomorrow of toys I want her to bring along," he stammered. "Like what?" I asked running my tongue around the purple cock head. "Restraints, ball gags, blind folds, adjustable spreader bars." I chuckled. "Those TSA guys will get a hard-on when they x-ray that bag." He was throbbing now, and I knew he was close. "I won't let you down, honey," he moaned. "I know you won't. Just you make a gazillion dollars and we'll all be happy," I smiled as I took him deep into my throat. ** On Monday, I decided that it was time that I put the next part of my plan into operation and so with a mix of anxiety and determination, Timmy and I went to the office. As soon as we walked in, the first thing Timmy did was to run to the ladies restroom to see if anybody is using it. I looked for TIna but she wasn't at her desk but when I opened the door to my husband's office, he looked up and smiled at me and pointed done to his desk: Marcie and Tina were underneath it. I smiled back at him and then called out to Marge, Agnes, Linda and Brenda to join me in his room. I felt suddenly nervous as hell. Here it goes. The four of them filed into the office, looking at me questioningly, and I told them to sit down on the sofa and chairs while I waited for Timmy to return. I watched their expressions change as they began to hear the sucking and licking noises and they realized who was under the desk: Marge and Agnes both had angry looks on their faces but the two young women seemed to be amused. Well at least that part was in the open now. Shortly afterwards, Timmy came into the office and I closed the door. He looked around grinning and then strolled over to my husband's desk and peered under it. "Hi, Marcie, Hi Tina," he said in a matter-of-fact tone and then walked over to the couch and squeezed himself between Mrs Stockton and Mrs Johnson. Both women looked at me and at each other with expressions of horror, and even Brenda and Linda looked shocked. I hoped that the hidden cameras were working. "Now that we're all here, the meeting can start," I said as I walked to the edge of the desk. My husband didn't say anything but simple nodded, and Tina came crawling out from under the desk. She was wearing only a garter belt, nude colored hose and stilettos and she looked angry and humiliated. She glanced quickly around the room and then at me, and started to stomp across towards the door, her tits jiggling with each step. I thought she looked pretty cute, but her attitude scared me: I thought we were friends and that she would trust what I was doing. "If you leave this office you won't be coming back," I said, making voice seem calm. "You can try your luck finding another job but we won't give you any references." I paused. "And you won't even come close to making what you are now." "Is that a threat?" Tina asked as she stopped short of the door. I noticed that Timmy was staring at her tits. "No, it's a fact, not a threat," I said. Fuck I was nervous. I wondered if I doing the right thing, but then suddenly realized that Marcie, the woman who only who had come to terms with this, was still happily sucking away in her fantasy. "Well, I for one am not going to jail because of your son," Mrs Stockton said angrily. "I mean, with your husband there, getting his cock sucked, and Timmy sitting here! I'm not going down for an accessory," I knew what she meant but I didn't think that would happen if played my cards right. "Nobody is going to jail Marge," I replied using her first name for the first time. "Nobody ever has to know what is going on here, ever." Once more I paused. "And besides, if you did leave us you'd miss out on the stock options for the company." Suddenly I knew I had everyone's attention and that all eyes were on me. Even my husband looked up at me in some surprise: he was probably wondering why I would give his company stock away. "Oh, yes, two million dollars worth of stock options on the table for each of you," I smiled. Each of the women gasped. My husband looked anxious, even though Marcie was still sucking his cock. "To get that two million dollars, you have to stay employed with us for five years starting today, previous employment time doesn't count," I continued as I sat on the corner of the desk. Timmy was still staring at Tina, his eyes now focused on her hairless cunt, and he put his left hand on Mrs Stockton's thigh and put his right hand on Mrs Johnson's thigh. Both women removed his hands. "So what do we have to do for the two million dollars?" Mrs Johnson asked. "Whatever I require of you," I smiled. I had Tina's attention also: she had not moved towards the door. "Okay, like what?" she asked. I noticed she had not covered herself in front of Timmy. "Well for starters Tina, you like fucking my husband," I replied, smiling at her. She turned all kinds of red. "Slut!" Brenda hissed under breath. "Fuck you!" Tina spat back. "What else?" Mrs Stockton asked cautiously. I cleared my throat. "You all know that my husband likes his cock sucked and I will expect each one of you to have a turn on it," I said firmly. At once there was uproar. "Shut up!" I yelled. "You will each have at least one turn on the cock throughout the day. Marge will draw up a schedule and post it outside the door." "Fuck this!" Mrs Stockton cried as she got up. "Sit down, Marge," I ordered. I noticed that my husband seemed uncomfortable, but Marcie was still sucking away. "You need the money for the hospital bills incurred by your husband. We're too small a company to have health insurance, but we could pay it off for you." Marge looked around at the others as if for help, but they looked back at her. Everyone in the office knew that hospital debt was crushing her and her husband and he needed a certain top of the line drug to fight his disease and if things didn't change soon they'd have to declare bankruptcy and lose their house and everything they worked for. I figured if I could convince Marge, as well as Tina, to stay on then the others would fall into line. I saw moment's hesitation on her face. "Look at it this way: your salary, the stock options and the hospital bill, the drugs you husband needs, what's that worth to your pride?" I asked. "Indentured servitude, I'd say," Marge replied, but her voice was more timid now. "We all get what we need: my husband is taken care of, you're taken care of," I said, smiling. Marge had not left yet and neither had Tina. "What is Timmy doing here then?" asked Brenda sitting forward on the chair. Here was the hard part, the hard sell. "He gets the same rights and benefits of my husband," I replied as I squeezed my hands together. There was a moment of stunned silence and then uproar again, and this time, they all got up to leave. "Listen!" I shouted over the noise. "Nobody ever has to know, ladies, and besides if you leave, it's a very tough job market out there for women. I won't give references and you lose the stock options." That stopped them for the moment. "What do you get out of it, Betty?" asked Agnes. Timmy was watching with interest the conversation going back and forth, I'm not sure if he knew what was at stake. Marcie was still sucking my husband's cock. "I get to suck and fuck my husband's cock in the open, not having to hide my activities," I replied. "But what about Timmy? What do you mean that your son gets the same rights and benefits as your husband?" Marge asked looking at Timmy who was smiling back at her. "At home, I suck his cock just like my husband's," I said, looking directly at her. Once more, the women all started talking at once, and so again I had to yell over them. "I don't want to keep this a secret from him. I want him to understand that his lovely little cock is there to be sucked, just like his father's. As a matter of fact, Marcie and I both take care of Timmy at home." For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sucking noises from below my husband's desk, and then Marge asked, "And you want us to give a blowjob to..." "Suck," I interrupted. "Whatever," she replied. "You want us to suck his cock also?" "Yes." "Here?" she asked. "Yes." "Oh fuck! My gawd, we're all going to jail for a juvenile!" She was almost crying. "As I said, nobody is going to jail and nobody else has to know about it," I reassured them. There was another pause as the women looked at each other then me. "So you approve of this?" Marge asked my husband. My husband had his hands behind his head, smiling just a little as Marcie continued to suck him. She had heard everything but kept on sucking. "She is running the show, Marge," he replied. "I just make the money to pay you all." "Whores," Agnes said in disgust. "Paying us for this makes us whores." "It puts bread on the table. Agnes," I retorted. "A lot of bread!" Brenda and Linda looked at each other and nodded their heads. "We thought it was something like this," Brenda said. "I'm in." "I'm in too," Linda added. "If we have to be whores for our money, I can do it. Besides I have nothing better else to do and nobody is paying as good as this." Tina slumped her shoulders. "I'll do it but not with him," she said pointing at Timmy. "Um, it's all or nothing Tina," I replied firmly. I was still anxious that this could still blow up in my face. Tina looked at Timmy again and looked at me and nodded her head. "You have to say it," I urged her. "Fuck, okay, I'm in," she replied putting her hands on her hips. Agnes looked at my husband and shook her head but at her age who would hire her? She was making good money as it was. She and her husband hadn't had sex for a long time, well ever since he was laid-off several years ago. Now all he did was drink beer at home and watch TV. "Fuck it," Agnes gritted her teeth. "I'm in." We looked at Marge who had tears in her eyes. She was between a rock and hard place with her husband and home life. "It's not a demotion Marge," I said gently. "You'll still make the same amount of money and things get paid off for you free and clear, no payback," I tried to be reassuring. "In five years you can leave us if you want with your stock options." She looked at Timmy and my husband. Marcie was crawling out from under the desk, wiping flecks of sperm from her mouth. She nodded her head. "Fuck! It's against my better judgment but gawd damn it, I'm in." "Thank you, Marge, you won't regret it," I smiled. "I think I already have," she sniffled. Everybody had now agreed to the worshipping of my husband and Timmy, and I felt the excitement coursing through me. Things were happening just as I planned it. "One last thing," I said looking at each of them. "I mentioned at the start that my husband is agreeable to fucking here at the office but it is important that you understand that this is purely voluntary on your part. If you want to fuck him you have to ask; he will not ask you or come to you looking for a fuck." I looked around the office and then smiled. "He's a safe bet ladies. If you're not getting it at home, you can get it here any time during business hours." I glanced at my husband and he smiled broadly at me. Nobody said a word but Tina was smiling again and Linda and Brenda looked at each other as if saying this wasn't a bad deal. Even the others seemed to have accepted the idea and I knew I had succeeded. "Okay, then everybody back to work," my husband smiled. I had Tina help me take my husband's office door off its hinges and we stored it in the basement with the others. Then I cleaned up the empty offices: I would have to think of a use for these. I stood next to Tina's desk as she sat down. "Still Friends?" Tina looked up at me then smiled and blushed. "Yeah, what the fuck, still friends." On my way out of the office for the day I stopped by Marge's room. Timmy was standing in front of her desk playing with some of the things on it. Marge did her best to ignore him. "The sucking starts tomorrow morning. Draw up the schedule for the week. One hour each," I said firmly. It was awkward telling her that because things had kind of been unresolved earlier, but I knew I had to act straight away before they had a chance to change their minds. She looked at Timmy. "Him too?" she asked with embarrassment. "No, just my husband for now," I replied. "By the way, his name is Timmy." "Yes, of course, I know his name is Timmy," she stammered and nodded her head. "Come on, Timmy, let's go home," I said waving at him. ** When Marcie arrived at the appointed times during the week, a pattern began to develop: Timmy would meet her at the door and they would walk to the office and a little later, he would come out with a smile on his face. So this evening I was going to go in and see what was going on. There he was on his back with his legs over his head, his little cock, balls and anus all exposed, and Marcie was on knees leaning over him licking him. I got excited just watching that so I quietly walked over to them, and Marcie smiled at me as I got on my knees next to her. I leaned over and licked Timmy's anus and so did Marcie, our tongues meeting right at the anal opening, and we both smiled as our tongues flicked back and forth over his little brown hole as our cheeks and lips touched. Timmy groaned a little then giggled. Later under my husband's desk we kissed each other deeply making out for about ten minutes before my husband came back. I was so turned on I felt a sudden urge to do more, to fuck her, to get her to finger my dripping cunt, to lick me as she had licked Timmy, but there had been so many changes recently, I thought it best to wait - there would be plenty of other opportunities, and judging by the fragrance under that desk, I wasn't the only one who was turned on. Later, as we sucked my husband's cock I realized that I didn't feel any jealousy towards Marcie when she licked and sucked Timmy's cock. As a mother I thought I would have to compete with her but Timmy didn't seem to mind who sucked and licked him and Marcie was just as gentle with him as Sabrina and I were. Afterwards, as she got dressed, Marcie mentioned that Linda and Brenda were natural born cock suckers, although both young women found it awkward in my husband's office as he rolled his chair back to allow them under the desk. She had sat on the couch as they took their turns under the desk so that she could check there were no problems. Linda crawled under first followed by Brenda and she noticed that there was kind of a competition between the two of them. Marcie also noticed something else about the two. She said she'd be surprised if they weren't lovers they way they looked at each other. Brenda was the Goth girl and Linda was the plain Jane girl but she didn't doubt that they were seeing each other outside the office. "Well, I will just have to take advantage of this information," I told Marcie. Marcie laughed when talking about Marge and Agnes, most particularly because they would have to learn not to use their teeth. She said my husband damn near jumped out of his chair a couple times until finally he had Marcie crawl under the desk with each of them to instruct them on the proper cock sucking techniques. Both women were older than Marcie but both seemed to not very well educated when it came to sex. Marcie also said that so far it was just her and Tina that were getting fucked at the office. A couple of times Marcie swore that Agnes had that look on her face that maybe she would ask my husband but got cold feet. I instructed Marcie to encourage Agnes whenever she could. Maybe that would loosen Agnes up and maybe make Marge come around to the thought of getting laid by my husband. After Marcie had gone home, my husband mentioned that the first day of sucking was a little odd but all the women had rotated through and sucked him off with different degrees of skill. Aside from Marcie he said Tina was the next best and then laughed. "She's just desperate for me to fuck her again," he said. "She's taken to sitting so that I can see her cunt while she's sucking me, and she keeps fingering herself and looking at me with big round eyes." I told him not to be cruel to her but to give her what she wanted tomorrow. ** On Wednesday Sabrina and Adrian came over and while the boys played we talked about how there must be more mother's who were into sucking their son's cocks, we just had to find them, something that would need Brenda and Linda's help. I also told her I wanted her and Adrian to meet my husband and Marcie and I hatched a plan for everyone to meet on Saturday which made Sabrina giggle when she heard it. Then we crawled upstairs to Timmy's room to find the boys were playing with their toys. As Sabrina joined the boys, I seductively rolled around on the floor getting their attention and as they watched, both of their little cocks were rock hard. Sabrina was lying on the floor smiling at me when I deliberately brushed up against her ass cheeks and then bent over and kissed her crack. Both boys gasped in shocked surprise and Sabrina giggled so I kissed her crack again, this time pushing my tongue hard against her wrinkled anus. Then, knowing the boys were watching intently, I moved forward over her and leaned down and kissed her on the lips, a wide wet open-mouthed kiss. The boys moved in close and watched as our tongues flicked over each other's lips or deep into each other's mouths. Caught in the excitement of our exhibition, Sabrina rolled on top of me and held her mouth a little above mine, letting a large drool of saliva drip from her lips onto my waiting tongue, and then we kept kissing until eventually, we broke apart and rolled onto our backs. I hadn't done something like that since my college days and it felt good. The two boys looked at us in amazement, both of them unconsciously rubbing the stiff little cocks. I urged Adrian to sit on my stomach and play with my titties, and at first he seemed unsure, looking at his mother to check that it was alright, and then he climbed onto me, pinching and pulling my nipples in delight while I saw Timmy doing the same to Sabrina. We would have to figure out a way to get the boys to "swap us", I thought, so that they at least understood that we were both there to service them: I mean they were both four years-old and they needed to learn how to treat women as their playthings sometime. Eventually I had Adrian sit on my face, his little brownie over my nose and little scrotum over my mouth. I licked and sucked him, the heady taste of sweat and piss in my mouth and the earthy distant scent of shit in my nostrils. It was cute to see his cock jerk back and forth as if it was ejaculating while he pulled and pinched my nipples, sometimes even slapping my tits. Then I suddenly realized how I could get the boys to swap us: when they played with the toys, they would trade toys with each other without any problem. I stopped sucking Adrian and got the boys to stand up in front of us. I explained to them that Adrian owned his mommy and that Timmy owned me and when they were playing they could trade us like they do the toys. "So you're like a toy then?" Adrian asked. Sabrina giggled and I smiled, nodding. "Yes, we're toys, your toys and can do whatever you want with us," I smiled back him. "So if I want to play with the fire truck that Adrian has, I can trade you for it?" Timmy asked. "Yes, darling," I reassured him. "But don't call it a trade, call it, um, a swap. You can swap us and do whatever you want with us." "Anything?" I lay back on the floor, my arms by my side, and opened my legs obscenely, and next to me, Sabrina followed my lead. I felt my cunt gush as four little eyes traced a path over my body, knowing that they could see all of me, even the trickle of cunt cream that ran thickly down over my anus and onto the carpet below me. "Yes darling," I said silkily. "Anything." Boys looked at each other and then giggled as they took in the information. "Okay, mommy," Timmy smiled. ** On Thursday Timmy and I went into the office as usual. As we walked past Tina's desk and into the my husband's office he had Tina bent over his desk, her skirt flipped up on her back as he was fucking her cunt from behind. He was partially leaning over her with his left hand around her throat and his right squeezing her right tit and I stood there, holding Timmy's hand, and watched as his twelve inches went all the way in and most of the way out, the shaft glistening in the light. "Hi, honey," he smiled and winked. "Hi, sweetie," I said as I walked around the desk, smiling as if to say thank you for remembering. "Hi Betty," grunted Tina, her eyelids as closed as she enjoyed my husband's cock. "Hi Tina," I smiled. Timmy said, "Cool," and let go of my hand and ran up to the desk to get a closer look. Tina blushed all kinds of red, knowing that he was watching, but her moans seemed to grow louder, as if somehow it made her even more excited. I walked up behind Timmy and slid my hand down the front of his shorts, grasping his rigid little prick. "That's called fucking," I said to him. "It's one of the things that women do to please a man." "Just like what you and daddy do?" Timmy asked without taking his eyes off of Tina's cunt. "Yes, dear, just like daddy and me." He was completely absorbed, so I removed my hand and walked to the opening of the desk and looked under. Marge was sitting there, totally naked, with an embarrassed look on her face. I smiled at her and walked out of the office as my husband pumped Tina and Timmy watched wide-eyed. I looked at the schedule that was posted on the doorway, just as Marcie arrived to relieve Marge "Hi, Betty," she smiled as she walked into the office and almost at once, Marge scampered out of the office with her clothes clutched to her breasts and crotch. A couple of minutes later Tina came out of the office straightening her clothes and smiled at me, "Thank you!" she whispered. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction: everybody seemed to be on board, Marcie and Tina enthusiastically so. However it was still not quite right - there had to be further changes. I called a meeting in Marge's office. Everybody filed into Marge's office taking a seat wherever they could. I walked down the hallway to get Marcie. She asked if she should get dressed but I said no. Timmy followed us into the meeting. As Marcie sat down on the office chair Timmy jumped up on her lap facing her. Marcie was wearing her garter belt, white thigh stockings and five inch black stiletto's. Timmy poked and pulled her nipples as the other women looked uncomfortable at what he was doing. I ignored them. "Okay, here are some changes that I want around the office," I said in the same firm tone I had used the other day. As Marge was dressing herself behind her desk, I picked up a note pad and pen and started writing as I spoke. "I want this typed up in the employee handbook. From now on, no bra or panties will be worn in the office." I waited for a reaction, but nobody said anything. "So if you're wearing a bra or panties now, please take them off," I said as I unzipped my pants to remove my panties. I pulled my pants down and off then removed my panties. Timmy stopped what he was doing and looked at the embarrassed women as they took their clothes off to remove their bras and panties. I waited about five minutes for them to get dressed again. "Next, if you're not shaved between your legs, do so, because it is more hygienic and less smelly." I looked around but once more, nobody said anything. Marge and Agnes had embarrassed looks and they blushed as everybody looked at them. They had each had bushy crotches. My husband didn't like bushy crotches. "Brenda and Linda, I want you get some petty cash and purchase thirty pairs of six inch stilettos, different colors and such. Have the store stamp on the bottom of the shoes `Property of Tech Rep'. The shoes will be stored in one of the offices so that everyone can change into them when they arrive for work. Make sure you get everybody's shoe size and purchase at least five pairs of each size." For the first time there was some grumping, but it stopped when but Brenda and Linda replied enthusiastically, "Yes, ma'am!" "Everybody, including me, will wear stiletto's at the office. For those of you too old to wear them, learn, learn how to walk in them. You can practice here at the office or at home." "From now on you will undress in your offices and not in my husband's office. Marcie will you please stand up?" Marcie took Timmy off her lap and stood up. Timmy didn't take his eyes off her cunt. "Your cock sucking attire will be the stilettos and panty hose that comes up to your thigh with a garter belt with clips to hold your panty hose up and nothing else. If you want to fuck my husband you must be the same way, no clothes." I looked and winked, and she blushed. "Is everybody clear about what to wear?" They all nodded their heads. "Thank you, Marcie." Marcie sat down and Timmy immediately sat up on her lap again facing her tits. "This starts tomorrow. When it is your turn, I want you in the proper attire and under my husband's desk and that applies even if he is not there. I will expect everyone to wait for their full hour, even if my husband is not at his desk, even if he is out of the office at a meeting. I want somebody under that desk every hour during business hours, do we all understand that?" "Yes, ma'am," they replied. "Marge will post the schedule on the employee board next to Tina's desk. Oh, one other thing, there are no swapping of hours between you. I don't want to hear that. When it is your turn you drop what you're doing and get into your attire and under his desk. There is nothing more important than keeping his cock satisfied and him satisfied because he makes the money for us. All of our efforts should be directed at making his life as easy as possible. Does everybody understand?" "Yes, ma'am." "Now we come to the actual sucking. I imagine that all of you will have had some cock sucking experience so I won't insult your intelligence with a demonstration, but should anyone have any problems, Marcie has agreed to help you out. Please don't be too embarrassed to ask; that will only spoil what you are doing for my husband." I paused. "Most important of all, you are all expected to focus on keeping him in a heighten sexual state. If he comes in your mouth you're all expected to swallow." There was some grumbling from Marge and Agnes. "I'm sorry if you find that distasteful to start with ladies, but I am sure that you will grow to like the taste of his sperm. Remember at all times, his needs come before your needs. Is that understood?" "Yes ma'am," they replied, although I could tell that Marge and Agnes did not like what I'd said. "I don't want to see cum stains on the carpet under his desk. That tells me that everybody here is getting lazy with their sucking and swallowing. So far it is clean under there, let's keep it that way." The women nodded their understanding. I looked at Tina. "So did you enjoy the fuck?" She turned several shades of red as the others stared at her. "Yes, I did, it was wonderful! He really knows how to handle that cock," she giggled, "and he's so big!" "Marcie?" "Fuck, what a cock he has and he knows how to use it," she smiled as she rubbed Timmy's back. Timmy was now kissing and licking her nipples. I chuckled too. "Yes, I know. If anybody else wants a good fuck, just let him know. Remember you have to ask him, he should not ask you or come to you. I don't want to hear or see you sneaking around the office trying to get his attention to fuck you. Just come out and ask him. You can also ask Marcie what his mood is like. She has a pretty good handle on that." "I should also warn you that he likes fucking the anus. If you not into anal don't bother having sex with him. Remember, you offered your body and that allows him to fuck your cunt or anus. If you're thinking that you can just tell him no anal, you're wrong. If I hear about it or any refusal on your part then you will be permanently banned from having sex with him and you'll be left to your own devices but that doesn't relieve you of sucking his cock during business hours." They all nodded their heads. Marge sat up and looked around. "So let me get this straight, If it is my turn under his desk and Tina comes in and asks him for a fuck then I am to stay under the desk while he fucks her?" "Yes, just like you did earlier." I smiled. "But if he finishes with her then sits back down in his chair I still have to suck his cock with her juices on it?" "Yes, is that going to be a problem?" "Even if he fucks her up the ass?" Agnes asked with a worried look. Brenda and Linda had amused looks as did Marcie. "Yes, Agnes, if he fucks Tina up the ass, you still have to suck his cock afterwards." Marge leaned back in her chair looking at Agnes who just sank deeper in into the couch. Both women looked defeated. "Everybody clear on that?" "Yes, ma'am" "Next thing, I want any reference to sexual harassment removed from the employee handbook. Anything listed in the handbook concerning sex or sexual harassment is to be removed, you got that Marge?" I asked as I looked at her. "Yes, Betty, I got that," Marge replied looking embarrassed. "Good, I think the working copy is on the P drive under handbook. Edit it adding the cock sucking uniform and remove the other stuff." Marge nodded her head. Brenda raised her hand. "Yes, Brenda?" "Now that things are changing here can I wear what I want to here?" Brenda asked hopefully. I thought about it for a moment. "Yes, why not?" I looked around the office. "You can wear whatever you feel comfortable with or whatever expresses your personality." Brenda looked at Linda and both girls smiled. "Matter of fact remove the employee dress code all together, Marge. We're working in an office and not interfacing with the public so what the hell, wear whatever you want." When my husband originally started this company I went to the state employment website and downloaded some examples of an employee handbook, I kind of mish-mashed the ideas together. To be legal we had to have some form of a handbook. I was half-tempted to just throw out the handbook and create our very own. It would also be good to get everybody to sign their agreement with the new office rules. Marge nodded her head and the others smiled, except for Agnes. "Marcie since you will be traveling with my husband you'll need some business outfits. Go with Brenda and Linda and pick out some seven or eight sexy business suits, girls, help her if you have to and take the rest of the day off once you purchase the stuff." I opened my purse and pulled out the company credit card handing it to Marcie. "Take the credit card and purchase the heels and the suits." Agnes raised her hand. "Since Marcie was hired to be under your husband's desk it looks that has changed. What will her new duties be?" "For now she will accompany my husband on business trips. She will take care of his needs and wants and also make sure that he is where he is supposed to be during these meetings. But I have other duties for her that I will announce later." Marcie gave me a strange look. "So she will continue to be a whore for him?" Agnes pressed. "Hey!" Marcie replied. "My job is just as important as any of yours." "We're all whores Agnes. We're all working for the same goal which is to pleasure my husband so that he is relaxed which means this company becomes profitable which in turn makes everybody here a lot of money." "Any more questions? Good, that's all I have for now." As the others filed out of Marge's office Timmy and I stayed behind. "I need some lovin' like daddy," he said. I knelt in front of him and pulled his pants down. "You remember Marge, sweetie?" I asked him. "Oh, yes, hi Marge!" he cried happily. "Hi, Timmy." Marge was sitting at her desk but looked like she wanted to run away. I took his pants and underwear off, his little cock sticking straight out, and I leaned down and kissed it. "Like daddy, mommy, under the desk?" he asked. Then he looked at Marge, "Can she help too?" "Well, you have to ask her," I smiled as I stood up removing my clothes. "Marge can you help my mommy under the desk kissing my cock?" he asked. He wasn't mean about or excited, it was just a simple question, but the sound of his sweet four year-old voice saying such dirty things made my clit throb. Marge looked at me and then Timmy. I could tell she was weighing her options but almost at once she nodded her head in submission: because of the hospital charges and her financial problems, she needed her salary and the stock option just too badly. She stood up and was about to get under the desk, but I said, "Undress first," then I pushed it a little. "Cock-sucking whores should be naked." I saw the tears in her eyes but I knew she was broken, and she just nodded her head and started to undress. I walked around her desk and crawled under it and a few moments later she crawled in beside me. Timmy jumped up on her chair and scooted forward excitedly pulling his legs back to allow us access to his anus, his little testicles and his cock. Marge looked at Timmy all exposed and I said, "Everything gets licked and sucked, gently." For the next ten minutes our mouths worked Timmy's anus, balls and cock, our tongues touching and tangling with each other, while above us he giggled and moaned and squirmed in the chair. Throughout, Marge had her eyes closed but I was impressed that she didn't slack off for a minute. Finally, when Timmy's little cock-head became too sensitive, he jumped off the chair and Marge and I crawled out from under the desk. I decided to stay naked but she immediately proceeded to get dressed. "Thank you, Marge," I said gently, and she looked up at me for a moment and blushed, before looking away. "I want you to inform the others that when Timmy wants his cock kissed, they are to stop with they are doing and take care of him, just like my husband." I smiled at her as I grabbed my clothes and walked out of her office. Marge nodded her head as she buttoned her blouse. I walked into Linda's office and threw my clothes on the chair and sat down. I had asked Linda to work up a special post on my website for females who were into `special' cock sucking and I wanted to see what progress she had made. She understood that we had to be very careful with the wording: I was looking for mothers who had sons and were into sucking their cocks but we couldn't come out and say it. "Are you sure this is safe?" Linda asked me. "Trust me," I smiled. ** The next day, Friday, Adrian and Sabrina were back over at our house and Sabrina had brought a double wooden neck stock. The stock had two holes in it big enough to clamp around a neck and it was wide enough that we could not lift our hands or arms around it but only hold the edge. The stock opened up which allowed it to be clamped around the neck then closed and secured with a lock. Sabrina and I couldn't wait to try it out. The neck holes were so close that our lips and noses touched and also our breasts touched underneath the stock. We couldn't do much with our hands except play with each other's tits, which we did, giggling wildly. We called the boys over and had them secure the stock around our necks and then lock it with the padlock. We wanted the boys to put their cocks between our lips but they just weren't long enough so they went back to playing with their toys while Sabrina and I kissed each other until warm saliva dripped down over our chins and onto the stock. Then for fun we stood up with the neck stock around our necks so that the boys could sneak in and pinch our ass cheeks, giggle, and jump out of the way of our hands and arms as we tried to swat them away. Adrian got the drum sticks and he and Timmy swatted our asses as they ran around us, all of us laughing at the game until we had no breath left. We had the boys take the neck stock off of us and we laid on the floor to recover, watching our little ones play. Remembering what we had said before, the boys swapped us back and forth for toys and Sabrina and I would crawl back and forth changing places, but once we had, they simply ignored us and carried on playing with their toys. I was pleased to see that they were catching on to the idea but I needed them to go further. At the next toy swap I told the boys they had to do something to us and Timmy asked like what? I replied that they could let us suck their cocks, or they could sit on our faces or even play with our tits but if they swapped us for each other rather than a toy, then they could do something really special to Sabrina and me. The boys eagerly swapped us with anticipation on their faces. I lay on my back and pulled my legs towards my chest and called Adrian to me and had him kneel between my thighs. "Look at my cunt, sweetie," I purred, stretching my labia obscenely wide. "Look how wet it is." He peered closer, his young face just inches away. "You see that hole in the middle? I call that my fuck hole, and I want you to fuck it for me. I want you to make your little hand into a fist and push it right inside, deep into my cunt. Would you like to do that?" Next to me, I heard Sabrina moan with lust, as turned on by my filthy words as I was. Adrian hesitated so I guided his fist to my cunt lips and slowly worked it between them until he was up to his wrist. "Now I want you to push your fist in and out," I groaned, my voice cracking. He began slowly, uncertainly, but when he heard me moan with each stroke, he quickly got the hang of it and speeded up, a look of excited concentration on his face. Gawd it felt nice! "Oh fuck!" I moaned, "Pump it, little one! Fist my cunt!" I groaned and mouthed more filth as I felt the little fist seem to redouble its efforts and heard Adrian giggle at the words I said. I looked to my side and saw Timmy was doing the same thing to Sabrina, and as Adrian brought me to a crashing orgasm, I watched my four year-old son's hand pumping my friend's cunt and knew that everything I was doing was right. After a few moments, I rolled over on my hands and knees and had Adrian fist me again but this time I had him poke my anus with the fingers on his left hand. Gawd damn it felt so good as he fisted me and his little fingers worked my anus. Suddenly, as I felt my second orgasm building, he started giggling loudly and thrust his fingers deep into my ass. "Betty," he cried out in delight, "when my fist moves in your cunt, my fingers can feel it in your ass!" I came, multiple times. Afterwards, when the boys had tired and returned to playing with their toys, Sabrina and I lay on the floor kissing each other deeply and languidly as we came down from our orgasmic bliss, and talked about how wonderful our sons were, and how we had to find other mothers and their sons to share our bliss. Sadly, Sabrina and Adrian eventually had to leave and I had to go to the office and check in with Timmy. I had told Timmy on the way over that he could ask the women to kiss his cock or lick his balls and his pooper but he couldn't ask them yet if he could do that thing we did earlier today with his fist. He smiled and said, "Okay, mommy". When we got to the office Agnes Johnson was on her back with her legs spread as my husband fucked her cunt on his desk. Her cunt was cleanly shaven. She was thrashing her head back and forth and groaning like a whore as he pounded her, and it was clear from the small pool of creamy liquid below her ass on the desk top how much she was enjoying it. I walked up to them with Timmy and stood next to my husband while Timmy stood on the other side of him, watching his daddy's cock go back and forth in her smoothed, shaved cunt. I was proud to see that Agnes had a pair of pink stiletto's on, panty hose to her thighs and a garter belt holding up the hose. She looked hot. I looked under the desk and Tina was there in her outfit. She moved her foot around so I could see her pink stiletto. I nodded and smiled. For a moment I wondered how she would take to tasting Agnes on my husband's cock. Well, they would all have to get used to the idea of tasting each other, even me. I went back to looking at Agnes on the desk. "That looks like my fist," Timmy said as he watched, wide-eyed, and my husband raised his eyebrow at me. I just smiled and walked out of the room, leaving my son to watch and learn. Outside, Brenda, showed me her stilettos and she was clearly excited by wearing them. Brenda was wearing a Goth outfit with a mini-skirt and the black six inch stilettos she wore made her look fucking hot. Damn I would almost fall on my knees and worship her. Marcie was excited to showed me her business suits. Some she could mix and match. The skirts were mid-thigh. She had different styles and colors of suit coats to go with the skirts and the blouses were all white. She did have two pink bow ties as accessories for the blouses. Wearing the stilettos she would be smokin' hot at the meetings but that was okay as long as the other men were jealous of my husband. I also reminded her that she could not wear panties or bras while on business trips because being on a business trip was just an extension of being in the office. I also had her keep the company credit card with instructions to visit an adult bookstore before the trip. I told her that she had to purchase the items my husband requested, the adjustable spreader bar, the gags, blindfolds and restraints. I also told her that there were to be three checked bags, his, hers, and the luggage with the toys in it. If there were extra fees involved with the luggage to go ahead and pay them. "One other thing, I want you to take the initiative in using the toys. Don't make him ask or suggest things to you. I want to you have yourself already restrained and gagged for his use. What he does to you after that is up to him." Marcie nodded her head as she put the company card away. I went to Linda's office to look at the website stats with her and she stepped out from her desk and showed me her blue suede stilettos with equal delight. What thrilled me was that she was wearing a school girl outfit. That made my mouth water and cunt moist. Then we looked through the responses that had come into the website and out of the several hundred, we came across only one possible email. The writer lived on the other side of the city so I took the information from her. Next, I walked over to Marge's office. I walked in and something seemed different on her. I looked at her face and realized she was wearing make-up, probably for the first time in years. She wore brown stilettos with her conservative business suit. "You look hot Marge," I smiled. Just then Timmy came into the office and ran over to Marge and asked, "Can you play with me like Marcie does when we are at home?" Marge turned and looked at me questioningly, while without waiting for an answer, my little boy pulled his pants and underwear off, laid on down on his back and pulled his legs over his head. "My, my," I laughed, walking over to her, "you must have made a real impression on him yesterday. Timmy loves it when we lick and suck his cock but he also loves having his cute little anus rimmed." Marge gasped and turned several shades of red, and for a moment her courage seemed to fail her and she looked like she wanted to quit and runaway right then and there. "I.. I..." she stammered. I didn't give her a chance. "Clothes off, hurry up, you don't keep him waiting," I said already taking off my own clothes. "Chop, chop!" Marge sighed and resigned herself to it as she stood up and took her clothes off and I felt a twinge to see she was clean shaven and had her garter belt on holding up her panty hose. I squatted down behind Timmy and I had Marge squat down over his head so that we ended up with our knees touching, as we looked down at Timmy's bottom. "No hands," I said. "He is sensitive here," I indicated as I ran my tongue around his anus. "Kiss him carefully here," I said as I kissed his little balls. "And of course, lick and suck his lovely cock," which I demonstrated with a giggle. I bent my head to the left a little as Marge bent hers to the right and we both kissed and licked his genitals while below us Timmy squirmed and giggled and moaned at our oral caresses. I pulled back a little. "Poke his anus with your tongue," I instructed and Marge looked up at me. I had expected some sign of anxiety or protest, but there was a more lustful look in her eyes as if she was beginning to warm to her task. She gently poked down on his anal opening, getting her tongue inside then back out again, and then repeating and repeating, driving her tongue deeper each time into the little brown hole. As she did so, I saw her begin to jump and moan a couple of times and when I looked over to the side, I saw that Timmy had both his hands playing with her anus and cunt as she squatted above him. I was worried for a moment that he had forgotten what I had said in the car about fisting, but he was simply tracing circles and such on her privates. I got up and Marge looked at me, unable to hide a trace of disappointment in her eyes. "Keep going until he decides to stop," I said, smiling, and her head immediately dipped down as she went back to licking and sucking. I walked out of the office and brought over Linda, Brenda, Tina and Agnes, holding my fingers to my lips to tell them to keep quiet, and we stood on the doorway watching the two of them. Marge didn't notice us, but was completely absorbed in what looked like a passionate love affair with Timmy's anus: she would tenderly kiss it and poke her tongue into it, then use her mouth to cover it, while below her, Timmy squirmed and giggled as he had fun fingering her cunt, making her moan and squirm above him. It was such an erotic sight and the five of us stood in the doorway watching until finally Timmy had had enough and said he wanted to get up. Marge quickly moved out of his way and that was when she noticed us. For a second she looked horrified, her face livid red with embarrassment, but the five of us broke into a round of applause and she gave a little smile before gathering herself and putting her clothes on. Before I left with Timmy Agnes took me aside and thanked me. "Fuck his cock was wonderful. I haven't been that well fucked in a very long time," she said with a conspiratorial whisper. "Your welcome." "Say there isn't any way that my husband might find out about this is there?" Agnes had a worried look on her face. "Not unless you tell him. Look, we need you, the office needs you and we're not gonna let anything break this up. Just do your job, get fucked every now and then and make sure you give excellent blow jobs to my husband and everything will be fine." Agnes smiled. "Thanks!" ** On Saturday morning on got the chance to put the next two parts of my plan into action: to continue my corruption of Marcie, and to let Sabrina meet my husband. Luckily, he left for the office before 9am which allowed Sabrina and Adrian to come over to the house before Marcie got there. I asked the boys to go and play upstairs until I came up and then took Sabrina into my husband's office, explaining that this would be the first place he would come to when he got home, and that if she wanted to suck his cock or have him fuck her, she should get undressed and wait for him under his desk. Giggling with excitement, she undressed at once and crawled under the desk, just as the doorbell rang. It was Marcie, and as soon as she saw that I was naked, she undressed as well looking around for Timmy. I told her that my husband wasn't in but would be back later, and, not wanting her to know about Sabrina in waiting in the office, suggested that I take her upstairs and show her around as she had never been upstairs before. Of course, as soon as we were up there, I took her right to Timmy's room, walking in on the boys. She stopped in the doorway when she saw Adrian and looked round at me in alarm, but by this time, Timmy stood up and ran over to her. "Marcie! I knew you would come over," Timmy squealed as he hugged her around her waist, his cheek resting on her smooth mound. At the same time, Adrian stood up and looked at me. "Is she going to be our toy also?" he asked. Marcie gave me a questioning look as she rubbed Timmy on the back, and I smiled at her. "Just go with it," I said, walking over to Adrian, kneeling down next to him as he put his arm around my neck. "Adrian this is Marcie. She works for Timmy's dad," I said as Timmy practically dragged her into the room. She was clearly confused, partly by the presence of Adrian, partly because the boys were fully clothed and I think that bothered her some. "You have to kneel, Marcie," Adrian said looking at her. She blushed but I was delighted to see her submissiveness as she knelt next to Timmy. "Yes, of course, the rules," she said coming to her senses. "Yay, our toys are here," he cried as he went to his closet and again Marcie looked at me for an explanation. I just winked and shrugged my shoulders. Timmy went to the closet and pulled out the wooden neck stock and I heard Marcie gasp. "The boys like to see us in this stock," I said as I opened the stock and put my neck in the first hole. "Who's us?" Marcie asked as I leaned forward and placed her neck in the other hole and closed the stock around us. "Um, Adrian's mom," I replied as Timmy eagerly secured the lock on the stock. Marcie and I were nose to nose, mouth to mouth and underneath the stock, nipple to nipple. Fuck I wanted to kiss her, but there was no time: the boys immediately swatted our asses, pinched our asses, and spanked our asses with Timmy's drum sticks. After a while, our asses were getting sore so I had Timmy unlock the neck stock and told the boys to get undressed. "There are other games you can play with your toys," I said and giggled suggestively. I lay on my stomach and Adrian came over with his matchbox cars and sat on my shoulders. He ran his cars from my lower back up my ass cheeks and back down again, making car sounds and creating goose bumps on my ass. Timmy didn't pick up any toys but just lay on his back with his legs over his head, and immediately Marcie put her mouth over his cock, balls and anus. Of course, as soon as he saw this, Adrian wanted the same thing and the two boys ended up squirming and giggling as we licked and sucked them. Just then my husband walked in the front door yelling out he was home and Marcie, looking anxious, started to get up to go downstairs to the office. I told her to relax and enjoy Timmy, and that everything was under control before returning to running my tongue up and over Adrian's little cock and balls and flicking my tongue around his anus, making him giggle. Marcie looked at me curiously and then shrugged, bringing her tongue back down to stroke Timmy's little brownie. Ten minutes later we were still licking the boy's bottoms when we heard footsteps coming up the stairs and then the door opened and my husband walked in, followed by Sabrina who had a smile on her face. "Well, two surprises in one day," he said as I pulled my face from Adrian's bottom and Marcie looked up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. He looked around and said, "I don't want to know what's going on in here, so Sabina and I will be in the office," he said as he pulled her out of the room, she giggled excitedly. About five minutes later the four of us went downstairs to the office and walked in without knocking. Sabrina was on her back on the desk with her head hanging over the side, and my husband had his pants around his ankles, his cock jammed down her throat, his balls were covering her nose, and he was pinching her right nipple and slapping her left tit. For a moment we were all frozen by the erotic sight and the gargling sound coming from Sabrina's throat, and then Adrian and Timmy went running over to watch more closely. My husband didn't stop but slowed his rhythm so that they could see better. I glanced over at Marcie and there was a look of pure lust on her face; her left hand was between her thighs and she unconsciously rubbed herself. "Wow, can we do that to?" Adrian asked with excitement. Marcie looked at me pleadingly and I smiled and took the boys to the living room. We lay on the couch upside down with our heads off the seat cushions and both boys stood on either side of our heads as we licked their cocks. They had tried to copy my husband and fuck our mouths but their cocks were obviously too little and they were happy to settle for us sucking them. However, Adrian had learned something and he leaned forward and slapped my right tit. When I didn't stop him he started to slap both tits and laughed, and I saw Timmy copying him on Marcie as she moaned around his stiff little prick. My husband and Sabrina came out of the office and watched us for a little while, and Sabrina encouraged the boys to slap our tits harder. "If you slap their tits hard, you will make their cunts all juicy," she said, and then as if to confirm it, stepped forward and fingered both of our cunts as the boys slapped as hard as they could. "I have an idea," I said. "Why don't we show my husband what we taught the boys the other day about fisting us?" Sabrina gave a cry of delight and as we got on our hands and knees, the boys ran up behind us excitedly and stuck their fists into our cunts and poked our anuses with their fingers. "Hey what about me?" Marcie cried out above our moans. "Don't I get to play too?" For a moment I was non-plussed, but then I had an idea and told Marcie to get on her hands and knees next to me. When she was in position, I turned to Timmy and said, "Do you think you are clever enough to fist fuck both of us, one with each hand?" He seemed to consider this for a moment and then his face broke into a wide smile and he began to fist both of us, his right fist in my cunt and his left fist in Marcie's cunt. I don't think I had ever been so turned on and for the next ten minutes, the room was filled with the moans and cries of three women orgasming again and again while my husband stood watching, stroking his beautiful cock. Eventually, the boy's tired and we all sank down onto the carpet. I pulled Timmy against me and kissed him hard on the lips: I had never felt so proud of him. Then Marcie took Timmy from me and kissed him on the lips also while Sabrina was licking Adrian's hand of her cunt juice. Once we had got our breath back, I looked over at my husband and he looked kind of left out of all the fun we had been having, so I whispered to the girls, and they all giggled. One of my husband's fantasy's was to have his ass licked as two women sucked him off. Marcie licked his ass as Sabrina and I licked and kissed his cock. The effect on him was electric and in next to no time he shot a copious load into Sabrina's mouth. She held it in her mouth for a moment, savoring it, and then, as the boys stared in fascination, shared the cum with Marcie and me, letting it dribble into our mouths. At the end of the day as Marcie was getting dressed, I asked her again about her son Paul, hoping that after all our fun, she might be prepared to share her feelings. She gave me a dirty look but I persisted, asking her what if I took him out on like a date or something then just happen to give him a blowjob at the end. She hesitated for a moment and then said `No' but I had other ideas that said `Yes'! That evening I sent an email to the woman who had responded to our "special" cock sucking email earlier in the week and she agreed to meet on Monday, at a location half-way between us, a burger joint. I had originally intended to leave Timmy with Sabrina and Adrian just in case something bad happened, but after reading her email, I decided I would bring him along. ** On Sunday my husband and Marcie went on their first business trip and that evening my husband called on the video. Timmy and I sat down to talk to him and we could see that Marcie was on her stomach on the bed while my husband was straddling her ass with his cock up her anus. He was leaning forward with his left hand on her head as he held the tablet in his right hand to talk to us. Marcie's wrists were cuffed to the bedpost and she had a blindfold on. My husband turned the tablet a little so that we could see that Marcie had the spreader bar attached to her ankles. "Gawd this is so great," he gushed as he slapped the back of Marcie's head with his left hand. Marcie simply moaned. The numerous pillows that come with a hotel room were thrown about the room. As we talked about the software meeting the next day Timmy got up from the couch and slapped my face. He smiled. My husband laughed. I was momentarily shocked then I laughed as well. He had a big smile as he slapped me again. I did nothing and Timmy turned and ran up the stairs giggling. "Like father like son," I smiled. He was coming along just fine. ** Monday morning's video call with my husband had Marcie on her back with her head hanging off the end of the bed, his cock poking her throat. As we talked he would slap her tits and near the end of the call he turned around and sat his ass on her face. She happily licked away and I felt a little twinge of jealousy, but my husband was happy and rested for his stressful sales meetings that morning. It was to be a hundred million dollar contract which made Marcie the most important person in the company. "Marcie has everything ready," my husband said as he rubbed his ass up and down her face. He had his dress shirt on and his tie but not his pants. I could see that Marcie had laid out her clothes on the sofa, her brand new business suit. "Good luck, honey," I said just wishing I could be there to share the fun with Marcie. In the afternoon I got to the burger joint about forty-five minutes early to check the place out while Timmy ran around the jungle gym. As nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, at the appointed time I put the red ball cap on. I only had to wait about thirty seconds when a woman and little girl about ten years-old walked up to me at the table. I took the cap off and smiled at them, as the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. The couple looked very interesting indeed: the woman looked like she was about my age, in her late twenties; the girl had blonde hair in a pony tail and a short sun dress on. She smiled at me which immediately caused my stomach to flutter some more and my cunt moisten. End of Part 1