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From: "Wendy Cries" <sh.cries@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} I caught them fucking in the break room: by she cries (MMF, cuck, voy, hum, exhib)
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Date: Wed, 01 Mar 2006 10:10:01 -0500
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   I caught them fucking in the break room (MMF, cuck, voy, hum, exhib)

   by she cries

   I'd been married just over a year when I found Paul and Mandy fucking in
the break room.  I'd heard a lot of stories about Paul, the way he'd
basically turned the place upside down when he used to work here.  The
women throwing themselves at him, and all the straight men couldn't stand
him.  The fags loved him and hated him, but then there were a few bitches
in the company that I'd have fucked just because they were so damn hot.

   If I wasn't married, that was.  I'm pretty handsome to boot, but I don't
have the player instinct.  When a guy like Paul comes along, you get
reminded that some people got looks, and some people got it.  He'd get laid
every weekend if he'd been strictly average looking, and Paul looked better
than that.

   Milton associates rented out a/v equipment to hotels, parties, whoever.
We had a staff of a/v techs (straight, white, male, nerds in their
thirties) and MC's: Gay men in their 40s who couldn't land a chorus line
anymore, and women in their 20's who were too inexperienced to land a
commercial or extra role, or not quite hot enough to be successful without
spending their lives working very, very hard.  Amanda was one of these.  A
little too gangly, a little too serious, teeth not quite straight, and
always an honest little grin-the girl next door, but a couple tics shy of
masturbation material.  Most of the girls were like that.  Jessie was a
little fat in the booty department; Chris had the most amazing ass in the
universe but next to nothing up top; that sort of thing.  In my reality,
these were real women, and I thought they were all gorgeous in their own
ways.  Each of them had found their ways into my lonely thoughts when Deb
had gone away on one of her weekend trips without sexing me up first (which
was every weekend nowadays).  Something about handing out assignments in
the dressing room to a bunch of half dressed ladies and a wife that's just
never in the mood since she started her new job, I guess.

   I was the assistant manager, and since the manager was on vacation three
weeks out of the month, I was pretty much in charge, but had no real power.
Whenever I found myself in a situation where I needed to throw my weight
around you could almost taste the sneers on the guys who had been working
in the company for a few years.  They knew they could get away with murder
until the boss came back so long as they showed up on time and did their
job.  Most of the guys were okay.  A bunch of queens who were content to
show up, look gorgeous, smile at the ladies, and get a check.  Paul was the
only real anomaly.  A butch straight man in his twenties with a grin to die
for, a five o'clock shadow that never grew or faded, and a body...  Well,
he was stocky and butch, but it was really his smile that got people.  No
matter how much of a whiney asshole he might be if his suit wasn't pressed
the night before, or if someone got him spring water instead of mineral
water, everyone loved him in spite of how much they hated him.

   Now when I found Paul and Amanda, I'd basically spent the better part of
two years fantasizing about this girl.  Since we were both engaged to other
people when we met (now married) I'd never so much as laid a hand on her,
in spite of the fact that she hugged and cuddled with absolutely everyone
else at work (in the most platonic way-she was everyone's little sister).

   Mandy was the model of loyalty.  A stable girl who was planning a family
and married a nice, geeky guy who taught History in junior high.  She
always showed up to work on time, did her job, and didn't whine.  She
didn't dress trashy even in Summer when in was 90 degrees in the office. 
She was the ultimate daddy's little girl, and only my fantasies could make
her trashy.

   Mandy was flirty, but in a little sister sort of way.  She seemed to put
a great deal of trust in me, and always backed me up when things were tense
in the office or on the job site.  More than that, though, I was always
there for her.  I was always on hand to help her out of a jam.  I'd drop
anything, no matter how trivial, if I thought she was in a situation, such
as the time a client tried to pay her to pose nude for him.

   I was convinced that our camaraderie was a sign of sexual compatibility.
That any cuddles would lead me down the path to infidelity with my wife. 
I'd done that with a girlfriend once, got caught, and didn't stop hearing
about it for years.  It ruined my sex life, and I spent the next six months
masturbating in the bathroom about the rather furtive, lousy sex I'd had
with the one night stand I'd had with a girl I never saw again without a
different guy on her arm.  When I got the nerve to break up, finally, I
found Deb almost immediately, and the sex was phenomenal (until recently).
Nothing was going to ruin that for me.  Nothing.

   So here was my little sister fantasy, completely naked, laying across
the break table, sweaty, gasping, and flushed beat red (Mandy was about as
white as a white girl can get without bleach).  Her legs were bent, but
held apart, and I could see Paul's shaft-an impressive tool from what I
could see-grinding back and forth while Mandy struggled to keep it from
going any deeper while refusing to let it slip out.  Her right had was
firmly pressed against her clitoris, her left grasping the table lest she
slip away from her lover.  I could see her wedding ring gleaming as I heard
her gasp, "Paul, fuck!  Paul.  Paul..."

   Mandy's tits were small but nice, kind of flabby-just like I'd imagined
them.  Her nipples a little puffy and kind of pinched-just like I'd
imagined them.  Her legs were skinny, and her ass was a tiny little thing,
smashed flat against the table because it wasn't too tonedjust like I'd
imagined it.  Little pills of cellulite betrayed her lack of exercise.  She
had a little pimple on one thigh, and hair growing out of a little mole on
her shoulder, but I never thought she'd look like an airbrushed slut when I
got her naked.  The only thing I hadn't imagined was her ash blonde
Brazilian (I guess I'd forgotten that even nice girls do shave their
pubes), or Paul's fat cock distending my little Mandy's pussy.  I certainly
hadn't envisioned the violence of her orgasm.  I'd never seen a girl do
that.  Not at the end of my dick.

   Paul was in his throes too.  His face was half glazed, half leering down
over his latest conquest.  He glanced up at me, like he might glance at a
hole in the wall, then went back to finish off the hole on the table with
legs.  Paul has conquered scores of women.  I'd met a few of them.  Every
non-married girl at the office had gone out with him, and now he was
working on the married ones.  My married girl.  I couldn't believe that
Mandy would give up her fidelity for a quickie with the company slut.  Not
that I could deny that she would not regret this.  What wouldn't I have
given up for the pleasure she was having.

   For Paul, on the other hand, she was just another lay.  Not much
different than masturbation is for me from one day to the next.  A
different fantasy, a hunger I have to feed, but no great shakes.  The
travesty that Mandy's innocence was so rudely done away with filled my guts
with lead.  My loathing of Paul was pretty high on any given day of the
week that I might stumble into one of the parties he's MC'd and had to pick
up his crumpled suit off the changing room floor (employees are required to
hang their own laundry), clean up his dinner, and deal with the bitter,
angry husbands he'd left in his wake.  I was overcome with an urge to grab
the bastard and dash his head against the soda machines.  This was my
office, my break room, my employee, my fantasy girl next door.  You didn't
get to just blow your wad all over it and get away with it.

   The only problem was that every minute I delayed doing this was a minute
I could devour Mandy's naked body as it lay in a rapture I hadn't even been
able to imagine moments before.  Every time I had seen her in the dressing
room, a glimpse of panty, a bra strap off the shoulder, her cute little
pooch of a belly sticking out ever so slightly at the top of her grannie
white undies, I'd take that home and masturbate with it.  I didn't need
porn, I had glimpses of Mandy.  Here I had food for a year.  A decade. 
Every furtive glance I'd ever stolen, she was giving up to Paul in spades,
for nothing.  A guy she'd known a few weeks she had her legs spread for. 
I, her loyal partner, the guy who'd always had her back she'd never even
given a nipple to.  But Paul, the guy who she had made sly jokes to me
about got to see her tits.  The guy she called creepy got to fondle her ass
and fill up her body.

   I was so hard I'd have tripped over it if it wasn't strapped down by my
boxers.

   "Come on in, man, shut the door." Paul muttered, grinning at me even as
he picked up his pace.  Mandy's orgasm faded and she grew aware of me, even
as Paul came close to his and he started pumping her harder.  I could feel
the shame rising off Mandy's naked body, her eyes boring into me as I
lapped up her nudity, her scent, the sound of her frantic gasps as Paul
filled her up, pounding, pounding.  I couldn't look her in the eye, fixated
on the pulsing site of the action, but I could sense her despair, a sense
which Paul ignored as he grunted and bucked the sleight girl towards his
orgasm.  "Dude, the door."

   "Paul, stop." I declared, weakly, miserably.

   "You kiddin', man?" Paul grunted, his eyes half shut, bucking her ass
off the table with each thrust.  His cock was really big.  I heard Mandy
gasp.  She arched her back and started to quiver.  The slut was cumming
again.

   "Paul," I said, this time with a little authority.

   Paul didn't stop, but he slowed down a bit.  Mandy was ignoring me
again, her eyes shut.  This was her speed, I gathered.  Paul looked at me.
He face hard, even with the grin, "Shut up and shut the door."

   "Paul." This time it was Mandy, and Paul took that to be encouragement.
She looked at me, despair welling up in her eyes again.  Then she glazed
over as Paul started pumping, firm, precise strokes.  Her body seized up.
She came again in spite of the open door.

   Paul held still, her body perching just off the head of his shaft, "Shit
man, that's her third one, she's got plenty left." My eyes were riveted to
the way she piloted her tiny little sex around the head of his cock.  Tiny
little circles.  "Tell me you aren't digging it!" Paul insisted.

   Mandy came, and immediately after the fear came back into her eyes.  She
was clearly basking in a ridiculous afterglow, but as she settled back onto
the formica table, her sweaty body sticking to the cold, hard surface as
Paul started pumping into her, even harder this time, but she looked like
she was about to cry, because I was there, and I was taking her glow away.

   I shut the door, "Just finish." It was a sad little order.  He was going
to do that no matter what I said.  Mandy looked away.  She was still
grunting.  Maybe even enjoying it a little, but all she was right now was a
fuck toy for Paul's insatiable lust.  She knew it, and she knew she liked
it.  What I was doing was reminding her to be ashamed.  I wanted to throw
up.  Worse, I wanted to masturbate.  I wanted to jerk off and cum, even as
Paul exploded inside her body with a few sharp, jerky thrusts.  I wanted to
get off on Mandy's humiliation.

   Paul stood still for a few moments, drooling onto Mandy's little pooch.
Then suddenly he looked at me and jerked his head at her, "Come on, finish
her off."

   My body felt as if electricity had jolted through it.  Automatically I
stiffened up and started to move.  It was a supreme force of will that held
me after one step.  Every instinct in my manhood told me to do it, but
Mandy's shame:

   "no." she whimpered.

   "It's okay, baby," Paul said, running his large hands down her legs and
across her slender, bony sides, "He's not gonna tell anyone, let's have a
little fun."

   Paul had no comprehension of the relationship Mandy and I had.  We'd
spent the past two years giggling at other people for their affairs and
screwed up relationships.  We'd spent no little time raising our eyebrows
at each other over each new conquest Paul chalked up.  To Paul she was just
another little slut.  To me, she was the girl who'd given up her loyalty to
her husband, her modesty, her values.  Letting me have her would cost her
her dignity.  And mine.

   So naturally I hesitated.

   "Come on man, don't be a pussy." Paul challenged me.

   I let myself slip into the morally superior role for a minute, "Come on
Paul, let's leave her alone."

   "Fuck you." He snarled, and I chafed, my lead belly returning at the
flagrant hostility, "I can see your pecker's hard, don't act like you don't
want it."

   My pecker was indeed bursting out of my cheap slacks.  I'm not exactly
unendowed myself.  But Mandy could see this too, and that made me feel
really pathetic.

   "Look, Paul, I'm not gonna tell anyone."

   Paul gave me his most patronizing look, "I know you're not going to tell
anyone," he was still fucking my subordinate on the table even as we
argued, "No one cares, you'll just look like a pussy if you do." He was
right about that, but I felt the flush of blood come rising up over my
collar.

   Paul went on, "I'm just saying," he looked at Mandy who was obviously
trying hard not to enjoy the gentle post orgasm fucking she was getting,
"and Mandy agrees-that you could use a little ass." Mandy gulped.  Hard. 
"We just want to be on the same page, you know, none of this boss, employee
shit.  Isn't that right, baby?"

   Mandy nodded.

   "I mean," Paul pulled out of Mandy but held her legs apart, clearly
appreciating his work, "You're kind of a nerd, you know.  You're a good
looking guy, but you gotta cut loose you know, have a little fun."

   My mind was exploding with possibilities.  Do I do it?  Do I spend the
rest of my life lying to my wife?  Can Mandy and I ever be friends again
even if I don't?  It was so painfully obvious that she was just agreeing
with Paul so he could manipulate me into a position that he could be in
control of me, but my brain kept pushing that reality out of my head.  My
cock was raging.  I had wanted this woman for such a long time, and now an
unbearably revolting occasion had provoked the most profound lust.

   "It's okay," Mandy whispered.  She was looking at me, with an almost
understanding grin.  Maybe recognizing the same lust that had led her into
Paul's arms.  Paul stood aside, his engorged penis looking vulgar, sticking
out of his pants, dripping cum.

   Mandy was sitting up on the table, but her legs were still open.  She
seemed so incredibly beautiful to me right then.  Such a delicate, frail
creature, yet flush, hot, and her tiny little pussy red and engorged, her
inner lips tangled around her opening, dribbling little pearls of Paul's
sperm.

   In a year of marriage I still hadn't gotten to cum in my own wife.  The
thought of getting to cum in Mandy made me almost burst.

   "Why don't you get undressed?" Mandy said, positively encouraging me
now. It startled me how quickly she had gone from being ashamed and
distraught by me to a woman encouraging, and empowering me to try something
I had been too scared to try since I had met her.

   "Yeah, come on, man, let's see what you've got." I'd almost forgotten
Paul was there.  He wasn't naked.  He'd just had Mandy there on the table,
but she hadn't made him get undressed.

   "No, I think, uh..." I had no idea how to refuse the suggestion.  Mandy
started to frown, and I tried glancing at Paul, but he just said, "Yeah,
let's get comfortable." Of course, as he said this he was tucking his penis
back in his pants and zipping up.

   The next five minutes may have been the most awkward of my life.  Paul
put his arms around Mandy and they just sort of half cuddled, half stared
as I disrobed.  I put a lot of pride in my appearance, and I am very aware
that my neat cut slacks and tailored shirts make me look like I cut a good
figure, but as I pulled off the shirt I was acutely aware of how my belly
was just pushing a little past my waist band.  The ugly fluorescent
lighting made the little pimples on my thighs seem gross and purple.  I
knew I had them on my butt too and I was afraid to turn around.  Paul held
Mandy close, and she tried to distract him with little kisses.  He'd rub
her nose, and cradle her little breasts.  They'd whisper to each other, and
giggle, all the while, half watching me, but Mandy particularly was trying
to get Paul excited again.

   I forgot to take my shoes off and Mandy chuckled as I tripped over my
pants to get them off.  She was half curled up on the table in Paul's arms,
almost completely

   unselfconscious of her nudity now, giggling at me in my cheap boxers, my
pasty pale skin, as I tried to suck in my gut, for all the good it did. 
Dressed I was hardly half the build that Paul was.  Naked I was a withered
pudgy stalk.  I'd thought myself Mandy's equal in the body department, but
now she had had Paul.

   "All right, man, let's see the goods." Paul said grinning, his hands all
over Mandy, possessing her utterly even as he offered her to me.

   I think I stammered something about being cold.  It was a bit chilly,
but it was really the giggles and laughter that forced me to reveal my
manhood, shriveled up.  A sad, pathetic thing, and the look on Mandy's face
as she clutched her lover close to her said it all.  It was like she'd seen
a squirrel in a park, or a cute little bunny.  A big smile spread across
her face, "Oh it's adorable."

   If it was possible it would have inverted right there.

   A chill crept across my body and my balls were clinging tight.  My shaft
was just a couple inches long.  The head seemed impossibly small.  I could
feel the skin burning under my eyes just as acutely as the skin crawled
across my arms and thighs as the pair of them giggled.

   Not three feet away from me, Mandy could whisper in Paul's ear and I
couldn't hear it, just his replies, "Oh, come on...  You said you would...
It's normal, he's just

   nervous..." Every few seconds they'd kiss.  A warm, intimate, loving
kiss, like long familiar partners, and I was there, naked, alone,
miserable, clinging to the hope that I'd know the ecstasy between Mandy's
legs that Paul had been unable to appreciate.

   Finally, after an eternity, Mandy said, "OK." And she turned and
suddenly she was open to me.  She sat up on the edge of the table, Paul
right behind her (watching me, for some reason).  Her legs slightly parted,
she held her arms up to me.  I came as bidden, and felt electricity
shooting through my fingertips as I touched her thighs, ever so gently.  My
hands trembled as I felt the searing heat of her skin passing energy into
mine.  My hips touched her knees, an I felt our skin sliding together. 
Mandy had this polite, reserved expression.  She had her head cocked, as if
she were peering under her brow at me.  Was she being coy, or did she
really suspect me of something.  Her lips crafted a smile, then it would
fade as I let my hands wander up to her waist.  Then another smile.  Big,
cheesy.  I felt my hand sliding up, over her tummy.  I leaned in for a kiss
as I felt those lovely soft nipples fold under my touch...

   But as our lips touched she pursed hers up tight and I felt her turn
away.  Opening my eyes I saw her faking a big grin.  I looked down and she
was prying my hand off her left boob which I was kneading like a ball of
dough.  My left hand was clumsily trying to grope at her sex, but facing
her I was just rubbing her with the hard knuckle of my thumb.  I jerked my
hand away, but smacked her knee in the process, "Shit." I stammered, "I'm
sorry."

   But Mandy was great, "It's okay." Her hands came up and cradled my head,
"Let's just take it slow." I nodded, almost too scared to look her in the
eye, but not willing to look away for the brooding presence of Paul behind
her.  I set my hands ever so gently on her hips and leaned in for another
kiss.  A tender, romantic kiss.  But Mandy leaned back again.  In my
embarrassment I kissed her ear, then found myself slobbering on her neck
and I willed my hands not to grab her butt.  I was pushing my cock against
her wet, slippery sex, and for the first time since I'd undressed I felt
the cauldrons of passion starting to bubble.

   But Mandy pushed my head up, gently, tenderly, like I was a baby. 
Without a gesture I knew she wanted me to look down, even as she pushed me
away.  My cock didn't even resemble excitement, and her sex was no longer
puffy and engorged, but a red raw thin slit with a couple tiny lips
sticking out and a big stringy mess of cum connected us,

   I was horrified, but Mandy, deep down, really did care about my
feelings, "Look, I'm really sore from Paul." Of course, the medicine is
often as bad as the malady.  "Maybe we shouldn't..."

   "No." Paul interjected himself again, "Look, let's make this work," he
was talking to me, "There's no reason to come on so strong, maybe a little
foreplay." Apparently in Paul's world, kissing wasn't foreplay.  I was
flummoxed.  If that wasn't where to begin, I realized, that I had no idea
what to do.

   "Well, what did you..." I stammered, "I mean, what would you suggest."

   But Paul was getting snuggly with Mandy again.  "Hey, it's my turn!" I
wanted to shout.  But I didn't.

   "Mandy's never been with two men before." Paul said, "Have you?" Mandy
shook her head.  "It's hard to be the center of attention." I nodded.  It
seemed reasonable since that's how I felt too.  "Look, let's try something
here." Paul rolled up, and disengaged himself from Mandy.  He looked at me,
"Let's let Mandy watch us for a while."

   I hadn't thought that Paul was bi.  In fact, I had a nasty suspicion
that he was doing this to get rid of me.  "Paul, I'm not gay."

   "I'm not either, but just try to have an open mind."

   "I don't need to.  I work with gay men every day, you think I haven't
thought about it?"

   Mandy interrupted, "Look this isn't necessary."

   "No, it is." Paul blurted out.  He pointed a finger at me, "If you think
you can just walk in here and stick your dick in Mandy after I did all the
work to get her on her back, you can just walk the fuck back out."

   I refrained from pointing out that I'd been invited to do just that.  I
just wasn't feeling very cocky at the moment.

   "Look, Paul," I said, "I just don't think..." fortunately Paul
interrupted me, because I had no idea what I didn't think.

   "I'm trying to include you in my seduction here." Paul said, "If you
want a hooker, you pay for it.  Do you think Mandy's a hooker?"

   "no." I said.

   "Because that's what you're treating her like."

   I looked at her.  All the shame and pain from before was still bubbling
below the surface, "No!" I barked.  "I just don't..."

   "Did you like seeing me and Mandy fucking on the table?"

   I felt the blood running out of my skin, "Yeah." I said softly.

   "Do you want to fuck Mandy."

   I couldn't keep looking at him.  I felt like I was shrinking to an inch
tall, "Yeah." I said to a gum stain on the floor.

   "Mandy, would you like to see us get it on?"

   "Yeah." Mandy said.  I looked up and she was smiling again.  She had
this beam in her eye as she adored Paul.  And even as her glance flitted
over me, she grinned, seeming to positively bask in the idea.

   Then I realized they were both looking at me, "Yeah, all right." I
stammered.  I'd considered this for half my life.  I figured that since I'd
never met a guy who I'd wanted to kiss that it wasn't my way, though a lot
of guys had asked.  The thought of doing Paul, well, I had Mandy right
there, I suppose.  I'd think about her.  Hell, I didn't have the faintest
idea how it would go down, but for some reason I couldn't bear to let Mandy
think that I thought of her as just a hole in the wall.

   "I don't know if I can, you know." I said as Paul sat down next to
Mandy.

   "That's okay, you're nervous." Paul said.  Mandy nodded, knowingly.  The
big man grinned, almost sheepishly, "I'm nervous too."

   I nodded, dumbly.  "So what do we do?"

   Paul looked at Mandy, "So you want to see the boss-man fuck me in the
ass?"

   Mandy wrinkled up her nose shook her head and laughed, "Ewwwwww, no!" I
breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that that disgust worked both ways.

   "Well, then." Paul unzipped himself then, and Mandy, without being
prompted put her hand in the opening, "Come here." Paul said to me.

   Hoping for some of Mandy's free hand I complied.

   "It's sticky." Mandy said, stroking her lover inside his pants.  She
could be unbearably cute sometimes.

   His cock was out, and suddenly Paul took my hand and guided it to his
shaft.  I gritted my teeth, shut my eyes, and suddenly I felt the first
dick since grade school that wasn't my own.  I was expecting revulsion,
disgust, something.  But nothing came.  Paul was sucking on Mandy's breast,
his right hand roaming her body, cradling her butt, and touching her
nethers.  Mandy kissed him, and ground her body against his, but her
attention was on me.  I liked that, and I turned my hand and shifted my
position, so I could stroke the thicker man like I do myself.

   Our ministrations worked, and Paul was hard, his girth filling up my
hand which I kept well away from the head which was still coated with the
slime of his lovemaking and leaking runny sperm.

   Paul came up for air, "Okay, man.  You know what to do." And he took
Mandy in both arms and they kissed vigorously for several seconds.

   I froze.

   Paul looked at me, even as Mandy continued to slobber on him.  He
grinned, "You want to fuck my chick, you got to pay the piper.  Now suck
it."

   Mandy paused in her Paul worship to grin at me, "Yeah, suck it." She
said with incomprehensible cuteness.

   I could hardly bear the thought of it, even as I pumped another man's
member.  Taking a dick in your mouth is not something to do lightly, much
less the dick of a man you hate.  Even less so one that's oozing the
remnants of cum that he's just deposited in the woman your sucking his dick
to fuck.

   "Look, this isn't a good idea." I let go of Paul's cock, my whole body
trembling, knees literally knocking.

   Paul gently pushed his lover off of his broad chest, which she was
pawing at, trying to get to the flesh underneath.  "Look man," Paul said,
"You're going to suck my dick, and you're going to like it.  Dig?"

   I took his cock, willing my shaking hand not to tremble so much.

   "On your knees, like a pussy." He ordered.

   "Paul." Mandy pleaded gently, but I was already down.  Mandy didn't seem
too earnest at any rate.  Having been made to feel so vulnerable and cheap
when I discovered her I don't think she was unhappy to let Paul make me
feel so utterly worthless.

   "Then I can...  have Mandy?" I stammered, my eyes riveted to the cock
which seemed to grow and swell before my eyes.

   "Yeah, man.  Then you can have her." But his attention had already
wavered.  Even as I leaned down towards Paul's dick, he and Mandy were
giggling together again.  Mandy's juices gleamed over the giant, purple
fist I descended towards, but the unmistakable pale yellow ooze floated
around his hole, gooey, yet runny.

   Somehow my tongue met Paul's member first, and a bitter, acrid taste,
much like a woman's but worse, flooded my senses.  My lips fused to the
edges and I let the head slide past them, trying hard to keep my teeth away
from his girth.

   "My god," Mandy swore, "He really did it."

   "Yeah," Paul added, "It's kind of gross."

   I ignored them, and tried a peremptory back and forth motion.

   "I know," Amanda said, "It's all cummy with my stuff.  Ewww." I felt her
shudder, but the thought that I was licking Mandy's juices up helped keep
me going.  I tried sucking harder, and Paul rewarded me by swelling up even
more.  Now I had the cock I'd seen inside Mandy's pussy in my mouth.  I
tried not to think that it might be dribbling cum, or that it was Paul's
cock.  Just that I was cleaning Mandy's love juice off the last man who had
had her.  This was better than fondling her panties, or licking the toilet
seat she just used, or any perverted shit.  I ignored the degradation.  I
ignored the level of submission I was giving to my subordinate.  I tried,
but failed to ignore the very hard, and very nongay dick in my mouth, the
pungent aroma of man swimming around me, and the shit Paul was saying to me
as he gripped the back on my neck and fucked my face,

   "That's good, faggot." He said softly, but maliciously.  "Suck it like a
little bitch.  You like lickin' your girl's juice of a better man, don't
you."

   I didn't respond, I just sucked him more.  I'd had enough head to know
what I like.  I did that for him, because Mandy would like it.  I'd have
her little ass and this would all be worth it.  I cupped his balls, because
that's what I like and thought what it would be like to feel him cum in my
mouth.  Would I feel smug, like a girl.  Would I be pleased that I had
satisfied him so?

   But Paul had ideas of his own.  I was roughly pushed off him.  I barely
knew what happened before he had stood up and turned Mandy over like she
was a leaf blowing in the wind.  I was sprawled out naked at his feet as
Mandy, having been stood up on the floor, obediently anticipated her stud's
will and bent over, arching her back to stick her ass up and setting both
hands on the table.  Our eyes met as Paul paused to push his pants down a
bit.  She had a look of sympathy, or maybe even pity.  Paul was going to
take her again, even after promising her to me because I was indeed a
pussy. She glanced at my cock, no longer shriveled, but not even hard,

   "A little higher." Paul ordered, and Mandy obeyed, lifting her ass.  I
scampered out of the way, not getting off the floor, and Paul slid the head
of his fat cock against Mandy's ass.  I could see it better from where I
had moved to.  Mandy's puffy, swollen little pussy parted for Paul, and he
slid himself deep inside her.  Her gasp was the definition of satisfaction.
Not pleasure, just satisfaction.

   In a second they were fucking again.  Their mingled scents filled my
nose and coated my tongue.  I could only guess at the pleasures of entering
that delicate little woman from behind.  Those little ass cheeks jiggling
wildly with each firm thrust.  Every other moment I would catch a glimpse
of her miniscule pussy stretched around Paul's girth.  It glistened with
her heat, and Mandy winced with each gentle thrust, but her mouth hung open
and she held herself taut, obviously enjoying the sensation.  Maybe she
just enjoyed being told what to do, and being used like a whore.

   She glanced at me as that thought crossed my mind.  She nodded, her eyes
half glazed over, as if she'd gleaned my thought.  One thing was certain.
The game Paul was playing with me had gotten him off.  He came in a couple
of minutes, spending another load of seed inside my Mandy.

   "Oh, Paul, it's so fucking nice." She moaned as he pitched up and
started to cum.  She ground herself against him, giving him all the
pleasure she could.  Her beautiful little tits jiggling for me, her lips
wet and parted, her body suckled the last gasps of pleasure she could from
him.

   Paul quickly slid out, and his glistening cock, thick, raging hard
pointed at me for a moment.  I'd had it in my mouth just minutes ago, and
now I craved the thick coat of Mandy's fluids that gleamed along the length
of the shaft.  Paul toyed with me,

   "You want some more of this?" He towered right above me.  With a
practiced gesture he ran a pinched finger along the length of his cock.  A
heavy dollop of sperm oozed out the tip.  He flicked his dick, even as he
turned away.  I tried not to shudder, or scowl with revulsion, rage, and
humiliation as the great glob of filth went splat into my forehead.

   I tried to discretely wipe it away as the lovers kissed and cuddled.  I
stood up.  Trying to resist the urge to turn and flee I stood mute before
the intimate couple.  Mandy had eyes for no one but Paul,

   "Mmm, you are wonderful."

   "Mandy, you have the most amazing body."

   "Hm, you've got the most amazing cock."

   I was burning with envy.  Her little hand ran up and down his flagging
manhood as she slid her lips over his.  Paul cradled her in his arms as she
adored him, "I've wanted to be with you from the moment I met you." He
murmured.

   "Me too." I added.

   Mandy didn't look at me, but her body seemed to mentally withdraw from
the sound of my voice.  I felt her cuddles get terse, even though she only
touched Paul.  She found a way to shift her body, ever so slightly, so she
was entirely turned into Paul.

   "Oh, yeah." She said, "I think you're pretty handsome too."

   The amazing fucking I had just watched had brought my cock to attention.
Again it withered and died.  Paul had an odd expression on.  He twisted his
lips and just shook his head as he watched me.

   "Look, I was just wondering..." I began.

   "Yeah, look," Mandy cut me off, her body suddenly relaxed no longer. 
Disengaging Paul, and obviously trying not to be too bashful in front of
me, "About that.  I mean, Paul just..." She broke off before saying, 'Paul
just took your turn because you were too much of a pussy to take me when
you had the chance.'

   She looked to Paul for help.  He grinned at her and sort of growled. 
They both grinned, loving each other and I felt myself fade away.  Mandy
spoke to me, but didn't look away from him, "I'm just so worn, and...  I
just don't think I can do any more."

   She looked me right in the eye, "I'm sorry." She meant it too, but she
wasn't sorry for herself.

   But Paul put his arm around his girl and spoke to her ear, eyeing me. 
He said, "Remember what you asked me for before?"

   Mandy grinned, "Which you said you didn't do." She turned to him, they
were rubbing noses and playing with each other's bodies, even as I stood
before them, rejected.

   Paul looked at me, "Now we've got a switch hitter." I didn't know what
that meant, but my mind was racing with possibilities.  Whatever it was she
wanted I would be willing to do it, even if Paul wasn't.  That would make
me a better lover no matter how you cut it.  No woman could ask for more
than a man who gives her what she wants.

   She looked at me.  She was apprehensive, but grinning.  "You'd do that?"
Almost like she was afraid I'd say no.  I couldn't believe that this girl
really wanted me here.  I kept having to convince myself that she was
asking me to do this, but that grin shed all doubt.  She was genuinely
excited about the prospect.  Excited about doing it with me.

   "Anything." I said, "What is it?"

   She gave Paul a flirty jab in the ribs, and I felt my heart leap into my
throat as her breasts jiggled so delicately I thought I was watching Disney
porn, "Paul doesn't go down on girls."

   Now it was my turn to etch a smile out of my face which had turned to
concrete.  I felt the overwhelming urge to vomit rising up.

   "There's a lot." She said, "He's already cum twice." She grinned matter
of factly, popping her eyebrows and nodding in that cute way she has.  She
might have been sharing a bit of gossip, or a quirky joke.

   I was racing for excuses to back out.  I wanted to vomit, but I wanted
Mandy more.  "It doesn't bother me." I lied through my bare, grinning, shit
eating teeth.

   "Whew." She said, grinning back at the real man in the room, "I don't
know if I could do that." But she leaned back, her feet rising up to the
edge of the table, and her lovely crimson sex, emblazoned with my nemesis'
seed curled up to face me.  Paul muttered something to Mandy, and she
giggled something like, "nummy nummy." Back to him.  Even as I descended my
mouth into the salty, bleachy, sappy mess I saw and heard two pairs of lips
sliding over each other.  The slit of Mandy's sex was spilling over with
gooey, white cum.  Her tongue darted into Paul's mouth even as I dipped my
own tongue into Paul's generous basting.

   I have to admit, she really did like it.  The oral sex, that is.  Almost
immediately, her clenched little pussy swelled up, and the girl lost
complete control.  Not sated with three odd orgasms under Paul's
ministrations, the little slut started to buck and rock, while I struggled
to keep my tongue moving.  Globs of cum drooled into my mouth.  'A' 'B' 'C'
'D' I spelled the whole alphabet, and with every letter I got another
dollop of sperm.  Mandy bucked and clutched my hair, her mouth gasping into
Paul's as she kissed him passionately.  I spelled my name, even as she
cried out Paul's as a first orgasm hit her, her thighs slamming tight
against my ears, but she wouldn't let me go, "That wasn't it" she said
pulling me back for more honey.  My face was smothered with cum, it's foul
odor buried deep in my nose.  My mouth felt like it was coated with lard
and stuffed with vaseline and cotton, but more cum continued to drizzle
out. I tried to let it dribble past my mouth, but Mandy held me tight, and
the drops blended with my spit and her sex as I lapped up her loving, so I
drank it all.  Two loads of Paul's finest pouring into my mouth, and all I
could do was imagine his cock pumping his seed into my mouth.  Mandy cried
out how good it felt, and I wrote her name with my nose.  She commanded me
not to stop and my jaw popping, my neck cramping, my tongue a universe of
nasty goo and pain, I wrote, "I love Mandy" over and over again, and when
she finally came from it, I knew it was real, and I knew she knew who it
was because she cried out my name.  She told me I was wonderful, and I felt
my heart shatter into a thousand brilliant fragments of diamonds and other
beautiful things.

   "Maybe you can bring him along the next time, Paul." she said, running
her hand through my hair tenderly as she looked deeply into his eyes.

   I lay in her lap as she gasped on the table when Paul let out a holler,
"Holy crap, no wonder you're the boss."

   I was slumped over on a chair between Mandy's legs, and perched up under
the glory I had just devoured was my manhood, alert, eager, and ready for
action.  "Christ Mandy, take a look at this."

   Mandy was reluctant to crawl out of her near comatose state, but she let
her man sit her up so she could appreciate my member.  I was not the thick
monster that Paul was, but I do have a very nice cock.  I've always been
proud of it: A little over average in girth, nice and straight, no funny
marks or turns, and I could get two hands over it before the head was
covered up.  I was no porn star, and I wasn't as thick as Paul, but I had a
dick to be proud of and I reveled that Mandy got to see it finally, now,
after our rapturous time together.  She had no doubt of my manhood.

   "That's nice." She said, and leaned back into Paul's arms like a baby
girl in her daddy's arms.

   "Let's see how you use that thing." Paul insisted.

   I didn't want to push my luck any more.  I couldn't bear another
rejection.  "That's ok."

   "Okay, hell, you're the only one who hasn't gotten off."

   A drop of Paul's cum dripped off my chin onto my thigh.  "Uh," I
muttered.  "If it's okay." to Mandy.

   She scooted away from me, closing her legs.  I heard a squelch.  "Sure."
she said.  "You can masturbate, right?"

   I was wiping the runny jizz off my face, but I felt a real pulse of
excitement, "Yeah."

   Mandy slid out of Paul's arms to an edge of the table.  My eyes didn't
leave her body, and I knew how aware of it she was.  Paul was in a strange,
voyeuristic world.  Overtly watching us both, but somehow I was giving
Mandy the creeps and he didn't even register.  I still couldn't look away,
but my hand found my cock and started stroking it.

   "My husband is picking me up in a few minutes." Mandy said, picking up
her panties and stepping into them, "I'm just going to get dressed."

   I don't pump my cock like most guys, but I hold it against my belly and
rub fast circles over my frenum with my fingertips.  It usually takes a lot
of lube.

   "Dude," Paul laughed, "He's using our juices to get off."

   Mandy laughed, glancing down at my jizz covered hand.  I was trying to
sly the fact that I was watching her tits jiggle as she patted her sex dry
with a paper towel.  Her grin turned into a frown, then she looked away,
"That's pretty gross."

   I felt a drain.  Mandy turned away and hiked up her underwear.  Suddenly
in the blink of an eye she had her dress on-a loose, sun dress that always
excited me because it showed so much leg.  Now it hid her.  She shoved her
bra into her satchel.

   Paul had lost interest too.  "Can I get a ride out to Market with you?"

   Mandy shook her head with almost a scowl.  Paul nodded.  I started
stroking faster, but the drain got stronger.

   "I'm gonna see if it's too late to hitch a ride with Gina." Paul said,
grabbed a jacket and turned to the door.  Suddenly he slapped me on the
back.  Without turning to face me he said, "Way to go, stud." Then Paul was
gone.

   I could feel my cock softening, but I wasted to cum so bad.  I looked
Mandy in the eye.  She reluctantly met me.  "Mandy, can you..." I said,
"Maybe." I glanced her over.

   She stopped fussing with her bag.  Holding still for just too long of a
moment she nodded, "Yeah." she whispered.  She reached up, unhooked two
buttons and showed me her beat red, flushed and scratched breasts.  Her
nipples were puffy again and she was pulling a shoulder off when her phone
began to vibrate.

   My cock was swelling, and I knew I could cum if she would hold off, but
she grabbed it quickly and flipped it open, "Hey Max." Her husband.  She
glanced at me, her hand making a gesture towards covering herself up, then
let it fall.  "No, I'm ready, I'm just finishing up a meeting with..." she
looked at me, then sat up, "Paul told you?" Suddenly she stood up and
crossed to the open window, covering herself.  "Yeah, I see you." No, don't
give him a ride."

   My orgasm was close, but it was like she was dashing cold water on me.
"Mandy."

   My lover looked back with a scowl.  I knew, or thought it wasn't' for
me, but it hurt, like punch to the gut.  I felt myself shriveling inside,
but Mandy, dear Mandy, hiked up her dress and showed me her butt.  Holding
the skirt with her elbow she pushed down her panties while trying to hold
her front closed and talk on the phone with the other hand.

   Her condescension fueled me with excitement, and I felt my cock harden
even as she lost focus on me.  Still looking straight at me she said,
"Matt, no.  I'm tired, I can't deal with Paul in the car...  Because he's a
creep!"

   I was thinking about how my wife said the same thing about Paul when she
met him after work a couple of weeks ago.  I counted the minutes that it
had taken me to do closing paperwork and lock up while she was in the bar
next door.  I tried to imagine if Paul could have gotten her alone for long
enough in one of the bathrooms, or by the pool table.

   "I'll be right down.  Don't give him a ride." Mandy slapped the phone
shut and hiked up her underwear.  "I've got to go." She buttoned herself up
and neatened herself up.  Her hair was so wild I couldn't imagine her
facing Max like that, but she just pulled on her coat, a light cardigan,
"You can finish on your own, right?"

   I searched my body for a way to sound sensitive but frank.  I needed her
there.  I croaked weakly, my body on the verge.  She glanced at my cock and
finally I felt myself cumming.  My mouth gaped, but I was so close I
couldn't say anything.

   Mandy had barely glanced at me, "Thanks." and blew me off, leaving the
break room door hanging wide open.  Even Paul hadn't gone there.

   The break room is just through a door to the side of the main warehouse.
The locker rooms are just to the left, to the right was the door to the
employee parking lot.  At the other end of the warehouse I saw a couple a/v
kids unloading a truck, but in the driveway.  I was close, I was relishing
the last glimpse of Mandy as I stroked and stroked.

   I heard voices.  Chris (of the amazing booty), and maybe Jen.  I lurched
up from my chair, struggling with indecision.  Do I reach out and pull the
door shut and risk being seen, or just grab my pants and pray they don't
glance in the break room as they walk by.  Chris laughed aloud and I froze
there, stroking myself furiously.  I was still trying to cum.  Insanity. 
My job, my career, my marriage all on the line.  I was still trying to get
off on Mandy.

   Chris' voice started to fade.  I heard steps, then she appeared, walking
away in impossibly stretched jeans.  I had a chance to shut the door but
instead I fixated on her fabulous ass.  Swaggering in the doorway I wiped
more cum off my mouth and chin.  The most amazing glow rose up from my
toes.

   But my cell phone was ringing.  Deb?  Deb's ring was going off.  She was
on her way to Miami from somewhere for a conference.  She knew I had to...

   I had forgotten.  She had flown back in.  She arranged a layover in
town. She'd called me, she was here to pick me up so we could have a few
hours together before catching the redeye.

   Chris had stopped and was checking her back.  For a moment I saw her
profile.  The rush, that she had only to turn and maybe catch a glimpse of
me paralyzed and excited me.  I couldn't move my feet, but I couldn't stop
masturbating either.

   Then Chris dropped her keys, and turning she faced me fully, but here
eyes were on the ground, and my body a warm, numb glow, nothing but cock
from toe to teeth.  She bent over, picked up her keys, and looked straight
at me.  I dribble of Paul's cum fell off my bottom lip and splashed on my
foot.  It was full daylight outside and the fluorescent lights must not
have let her see much.  But it sure felt like she was looking right at me.
I liked having her see me.  It horrified, but my body felt incredible. 
Then my phone rang again.  My wife calling while I was masturbating in
front of an employee.

   I stumbled away from the door and scrambled with the pile of my pants
for my phone, hands and knees the open door forgotten.  With numb shaking
hands I pulled the little flip phone out of its holster.  It rang one last
time as I struggled to steady my hands.

   "1 missed call, 0 unknown."

   "Shit." I muttered and lurched to the window.  Before I could look for
our car I saw Mandy.  She was out by the tree line, just 10 or 15 yards
away down a slope.  She was scooting her husband over, trying to get in the
drivers' seat while Paul grinned at him and ran his hand over Mandy's
backside.  I didn't think Mandy's husband could see it, but anyone else in
the parking lot could.  Before Mandy jerked herself away I was at it again,
trying to capture my orgasm.  I could see her lips shape out a very firm
"goodbye" even as Paul mauled her tit.  This time she let hem, standing
there, scowling at him.  But Paul backed off, waving as Mandy got in the
car and slammed the door shut.

   Deb was calling again.  I ignored it.  I was gonna cum.  Mandy's husband
was trying for a kiss, but she held him off as she started the car and put
it in drive.

   Paul stood back as Mandy drove away.  There was another car, a newish
four door-a rental probably.  A young woman was leaning against it.  On the
cell phone.  Deb was dressed for heat, in just a tank top and probably no
bra.  Her hair was a mess, she probably got off the plane and drove right
here to meet me.  She probably didn't notice that her little skirt was
folded up, showing a lot of thigh.

   Paul noticed it though.  I stood there stroking myself as Paul walked
up. She hung up the phone and flipped her hair, grinning under her
sunglasses.  She greeted the man whose dick I'd just sucked with a smile,
straightening up and trying to smooth out her skirt discretely.

   I came with a brilliance I hadn't known since high school.  He had his
grin on and his arms went wide as if he was going to hug the whole car.  He
stepped in between me and my view of my wife as thick ropes of semen flew
out of me, jet after jet pelting the counter and dripping to the floor.  My
eyes glazed over and I willed the orgasm to stop even as I lost myself in
its rapture.

   Sudden loud voices broke my reverie and I spun around, drops still
flying off my cock.  I grabbed my pants off the ground.  Sticking one leg
in I almost collapsed as a second wave hit me like electricity.  A jet of
jizz flew down the front of the pants, but I got the other leg in.  The
last drops oozed out of me and the blood rushed to my head as I separated
my button down and tie from my T-shirt.  It was just pulled on, and I had
just stepped into my shoes when the three of them walked in.

   I made some feeble excuses about some gunk all over the counter.  I was
flushed, stammering, scared.  "Was going to try to soak the shirt." I think
Jen saw the arching bulge in my pants, Chuck might have seen me kick my
boxers under the table, and Danielle definitely put her hand the mess it
getting her lunch out of the fridge.  I'm sure she knew what it was too. 
She played along, maybe for my sake as she wiped it off on my tie, which
I'd thrown in the sink (I don't think she realized that it was all over her
skirt).  I couldn't see Chris out the door anywhere.

   By the time they had left, Deb, the rental car, and Paul were nowhere to
be seen.  I'm sure he got a lift with somebody from work.  Deb probably
went to dinner.  We had made plans to meet for dinner but she must have got
in early.  It took me an hour to finish up at work, then I waited at our
restaurant for three hours, but she didn't call, and the hostess said she
hadn't been in.

   It was past 4 am when I knew her flight would be leaving.  She hadn't
called back or answered her phone.  I masturbated in the bed Deb's dad had
bought us for an engagement present.  I didn't know if the room smelt of
sex or if it was me, Paul and Mandy smothering my nose and mouth.  But the
sheers were on the floor and I had no trouble seeing Deb on her back while
Paul, tapped from a day of fucking Mandy, rode her relentlessly.  She cried
out his name and gave him deep, probing kisses, cumming again and again.  I
came a third time, as I imagined him emptying himself into Deb's sex, my
mouth open to accept his oozing cock, to make him hard so he could do it
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