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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