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WARNING!
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net.  If you are underage, stand,
move away from the console, and unplug the computer.
Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

Phil Phantom

"Company Man"  Part three of three

She had that devilish gleam in her eye again.  If I didn't know
better I'd swear she was starting another session.  One right
after the other was unheard of.  She said, "In that case, I don't
want to get cured.  I like my life just fine.  What do you think
of that?"

"I think you're being honest."

"I am.  It really bothered you that I let your father screw me,
didn't it?"

"Yes, very much."

"In that case, I'm going to start screwing him again.
Maybe, I'll give you another baby brother or sister."

"Cynthia, slow down.  Don't get carried away with this.  Let's
just keep things the way they are.  You have your secret flings,
torment me if that turns you on, but lets not test the bonds of
our marriage this way."

"You're right.  I do tend to get carried away, but my pussy
insists I go on."

"Pussy, huh.  Do we have a new vocabulary now?"

"I like using dirty words.  I only kept them from you so you'd
think I was still a good girl.  Now that you know I'm a bad girl,
I want to talk like a bad girl.  Didn't you like seeing my pussy
and hearing me talk filthy."

"I love it."

"I thought so.  It's a new torment.  It makes you horny, but you
know you won't get any.  You won't either, no matter how much you
beg.  I'm never going to let you fuck me again, never."

"Come on, Cynthia.  You can't mean that."

"I do mean that, Bill.  I want you to crave my pussy so badly
that it hurts.  It will hurt more if you know you'll never get
any while every Tom, Dick, and Harry is.  You'll stand a better
chance with Jackie Smith."

Cynthia turned so that her feet faced me, then spread her legs
wide.  Her gorgeous pussy fanned open before my eyes and her
fingers spread the lips further as she said, "Look at my twat,
Bill.  Stare at my pussy hole.  You've never seen my pretty, pink
pussy hole, but I show it to every man I fuck.  You've never had
your head close enough for a sniff, but every man I fucked got to
lick it and suck it till he was content.  Look at my asshole,
Bill.  I'm choosy about who fucks my pussy, but I'll let any man
fuck my ass, any man but you.  I suck cock and swallow sperm,
too."

I said, "I'm getting you some professional help."

"It won't work.  The first thing they tell you is the person
needing help must want help.  I don't want help.  I just realized
why you haven't cheated, and won't.  It's your little dick.  You
can't very well seduce a woman, then pull out that pathetic
little worm you call a dick.  She'll laugh in your face.  And now
I finally believe that you won't leave no matter what.  I believe
that, Bill.  I was never sure, but now I am.  So, what's to stop
me from fulfilling my ultimate fantasy of totally cutting you
off.  Nothing.  Bill, consider yourself officially and
irrevocably cut off.  But I want you to know I still love you.
Love hurts, Bill.  Mine does, anyway."

"You are serious, aren't you?"

"I'm dead serious.  My horny pussy is more dead serious than I
am."

None of this came as any surprise to me.  Cynthia has been
cutting me off for as long as I've known her.  She has been
tormenting me sexually for as long as I've know her as well.
She's been confessing to acts of infidelity since high school,
just to see how I'd react.  I knew she went out without panties,
and I figured she had a few encounters as a result.  The rest was
fantasy, even the part about my father.  He has been impotent for
the past ten years.  Cynthia got carried away with her fantasy,
because I played along for the first time.

I could have stopped the act anywhere along the way by getting
upset or angry.  My hurt, submissive, puppy dog look drives her
fantasy, but real anger cools her heels.  She values our marriage
as much as I do, and any threat to it sends her into a panic.  We
fight as all couples do, but we never go to bed mad at each
other.  Cynthia can't sleep if I'm still angry.  Half of the sex
I get is to end my anger.

This time was different only because I stayed submissive and she
kept going and going.  This told me more than I ever dreamed
about her desires and fantasies.  This session was the first I'd
heard of her getting off on bearing me a bastard child.  Oddly,
in light of my goal, that was very welcome news.  We established
many firsts:  The first look at her spread beaver; Her first
orgasm with me; An open confession that she derives pleasure from
sexually tormenting me; Her first open masturbation; And her new
vocabulary was a very pleasant surprise.

"Well?"  She said.

We had arrived at the part where I would normally get upset and
challenge her story, eventually getting at the truth.  I would
then force my way on her, taking the sex she cut off.  This
allowed her to resist, then surrender without passion, taking my
screwing like a wet dishrag.  She'd be happy for days afterwards.
I wanted to see what she'd do if I remained submissive, so I
said, "I can see you're serious this time, Cynthia, and you
really did commit adultery."

I looked at her wet twat as though seeing sperm.  This made her
look for herself, probably trying to see what I was seeing that
made me think she had sperm in her twat.  To distract her, I
added, "You obviously don't care if you get pregnant, or what
anybody thinks, so I guess I'll have to adjust to the idea of
raising another bastard, maybe another of my father's.  As for
being cut off, I've been cut off for most of our marriage.  I've
learned to live without sex from you.  I'll survive.  What else
can I say?"

She looked disappointed, and was not prepared for this.  I could
almost read her mind.  She didn't know whether to come clean and
clear her good name and reputation, or to allow me to go on
thinking that she was screwing every guy she met and trying to
get pregnant.  I played my part convincingly, and I know she
bought it.  She didn't understand my sudden change from being an
overly possessive and insecure husband, to a wimp who was forced
to accept his inability to satisfy his own wife, but she was
intrigued by the change.  After a long pause for the internal
debate, she decided to let the situation ride, saying, "Good, as
long as you know how things will be from now on.  Hey, we were
talking about that Raul guy.  Where did we leave off?  I want to
hear more."

"I told you he got a hardon thinking about screwing you in
public."

"I wonder if I flashed my pussy to him.  Did he say he saw my
pussy?"

"No, but he may have heard about it from someone."

"You said he had a big cock.  How big?"

"We didn't pull it out and measure, but by the lump I saw, I'd
say he had a cock longer than twelve inches, maybe fourteen
inches."

"No way.  Fourteen inches of cock?  Bill, that's about this long.
Cocks don't get that big - do they?"

"On black men they do.  Raul is part black."

"Fourteen inches?  How thick would you say it was?"

"I'd say as thick as your wrist."

"Good God, that would be like a horse."

"They call him tripod.  Anyway, tripod wants to take us out
dancing tomorrow night.  I told him you love to dance."

"It sounds to me like he wants to do more than dance."

"I'm sure he does, but what's the problem?  You let any Tom,
Dick, and Harry.  Why not screw Raul?  At least Raul can advance
our standard of living."

"That's different, those guys were anonymous encounters, faceless
fucks."

"What about the guy who comes every Thursday?  He sounds like a
lover to me."

"Well, he's not.  I don't even know his name.  He just shows up
every Thursday and screws me.  Wham bam, and he's gone.  Raul
will always be there.  He'll be your boss.  Word will get around.
Besides, he's black, or half black.  If anyone in my family got
wind of us fucking, there'd be hell to pay.  Besides, I'm not on
the pill.  Suppose he got me pregnant.  That's why, Bill."

"Regardless, he wants to meet you and he wants to dance with you.
Is there any harm in that?"

"No, but he'd better not try anything.  I do not like being pawed
and groped in a public place, except in fantasy.  Don't you dare
leave us alone, not for a minute.  And another thing, do not
invite him in our house afterwards.  He might get fresh with me
in front of the kids.  I don't think it would be wise to get on
social terms with him.  Let's just do the dancing thing, have a
few drinks with him, get to know each other, and hope for the
best."

"I wish you'd remember who this guy is.  You could at least suck
him off, or let him fuck your ass.  Any man can fuck your ass,
remember?"

"He's not a man, he's a two legged horse.  Let him fuck you in
the ass.  You're the one trying to get a promotion.  I'll let him
talk to my titties while you get under the table and suck his
cock for him.  You'd probably like sucking a giant dick.  You
couldn't keep your eyes off his crotch.  He probably saw you
licking your lips just thinking about it.  You're the only man I
ever met with penis envy."

That made me angry.  I lunged for her, pinned her to the
mattress, and fucked the shit out of her.  After I pulled out,
she cut me off forever, again."

Cynthia was nervous about meeting Raul.  I made his intentions
obvious, and she painted herself in a slutty corner by sticking
to her stories.  Everything was falling into place neater than a
puzzle for the mentally disabled.  I could see light at the end
of the tunnel.  If Raul was the cocksman he claimed to be, and if
Mr. Killinger was right about Cynthia's reaction to getting
screwed by a big cock, the only major hurdle was the bastard
pregnancy, and that hurdle did not loom as big as it did in Mr.
Killinger's office.

I thought I knew Cynthia inside and out, but she showed me many
more facets in just one afternoon.  I still had no doubt that
Cynthia had never experienced a dick other than mine, and for her
to go from my four-inch cock to one fourteen-inches had to be
frightening to her.  Hell, I was frightened for her.  I saw the
cock, and I knew Cynthia's pussy, at least the first four inches
of it.  Cynthia was not into pain, and for her to fuck a two-
legged horse, she'd have to be to enjoy it.

The next few days passed quickly.  Cynthia grew more anxious as
the hour drew nearer.  She did not want to go out with Raul
without panties on, but I cajoled her into going bare under her
short dress.  I told her that I promised him she would.  She was
faced with the prospect of having to come clean, or play the part
of a woman who likes showing her pussy.  I wanted to see how
badly she wanted to preserve her stories, and I discovered she
wanted to preserve them very badly.

After she removed her panties, I said, "Now, he'll want to check
for himself, so don't make a fuss whether he lifts your skirt for
a look, or reaches under for a feel."

Cynthia recoiled at that thought, and said, "I can't let him do
that."

"Damn, Cynthia.  I don't understand you.  If you won't have sex
with this guy, the least you could do, the very least, is to let
him do anything else.  Compared to everything else you've done,
this is nothing.  Unless you were lying about all that."

"I wasn't lying about anything.  You saw the man's sperm for
yourself.  I just don't want to encourage him any more than I
have to, that's all."

"Well, you're going to have to let him check your pussy out as
often as he likes and however he likes, and act like you enjoy
showing it, even if people are watching.  If you don't, you're
going to make me look like a liar, and we can kiss that promotion
goodbye."

"Damn, Bill, why did you go back to see him and tell him those
things?"

"Because of what you told me.  I didn't see a problem.  Hell, two
days ago you wanted me to exaggerate your sexual prowess.  Today,
when I go in and tell him how you really are, without
exaggeration, even holding back some information, you say I
should have lied the other way.  Jesus Christ, Cynthia, make up
your mind.  Actually, it's too late to do that.  He's been told.
He's expecting a hot woman who likes to show her pussy, and that
woman better be you.  I can forgive your cheating, I can forgive
what you did with my father, I can forgive all the sperm you let
into your unprotected womb, but if you ruin my chances for
promotion, Cynthia, I don't think I could forgive you for that."

"Bill, I..."

"What, Cynthia?"

"Nothing.  I suppose it won't hurt to give him some cheap
thrills, but you'd better make damn sure he doesn't try to screw
me.  I have a weakness for big cocks, so you better be alert and
ready to intervene if you don't want a black baby calling you
Daddy.  Frankly, I could care less.  In fact, my lover is black."

I made a mock pained expression and said, "Oh, Cynthia, how could
you?"

"That's right, Bill.  That was a black man's sperm you saw in my
pussy yesterday.  Deal with that."

I was just about to deal with it when we heard a horn honking in
our driveway.  Cynthia tightened, and said, "Oh shit.  That's
him."

"Remember what I said, Cynthia.  You get your mind set to show
your pussy, all evening if necessary."

We left the bedroom and stopped at the door so Cynthia could give
last minute instructions to the sitter, a sixteen-year-old from
the neighborhood.  Kevin and John, my boys, and Angie followed
the sitter out to wave goodbye to us from the front step.  Raul
met us at the door and tossed me his keys.  I missed them and
fell back to pick them up.  I saw Raul pull Cynthia to him and
turn to walk with her to the car.  He swung an arm low around
Cynthia's waist, pulled her close and introduced himself while
sliding his hand below her skirt hem in the rear.  Me, my kids,
and my sitter saw him move the skirt up Cynthia's legs and on up
over her naked ass cheeks.

They hadn't taken six steps from us.  Cynthia stopped dead when
she felt her skirt clear her ass.  I could not believe what I
saw, and froze picking up the keys.  Raul swung around to stand
before Cynthia, then used both hands to cup her bare ass cheeks,
pulling her cunt in tight to his crotch, then bending to kiss
her.  Cynthia's hands came up as though to stop him or push him
away, but seconds into the kiss, her hands slowly fell to hang
limply at her sides.

At that moment, I wanted to scream or rush them, turn a hose on
them, something.  As the kiss went on, and as Raul's fingers
drifted lower toward Cynthia's sex pouch, which was already
visible to us, as his big dark hands kneaded and pulled at her
fleshy white globes, exposing more of her pouting cunt lips, even
her asshole, I didn't want to move.

The scene was the most erotic sight I ever saw, and the damage
had already been done.  The kids were rooted in place.  We were
all watching his fingers move down and in toward her moist
center, while he whispered something in her ear.  Soon, his
fingers were massaging her swollen cunt lips, rubbing over her
hanging clit, pulling her sex open, then squeezing her shut.  On
and on it went while Cynthia simply stood limply hanging on his
words and his kisses.  Cynthia was oblivious to everything around
her.  She had to be to allow such a crude exhibition to go on
before her kids, a neighbor, and me.

I had to do something, so I moved to open the passenger side door
for them.  They ignored that hint.  I went to the driver's side,
climbed in and started the car.  They ignored that as well.
Luckily, the sun had set an hour ago, and the streets were empty
and quiet.  Only one house had a view, and it was vacant.  They
were illuminated by the porch light and the light from the
walkway lights shined up from below.  The sitter stood rooted
with the kids around her.

I knew they were going to fuck when I saw Cynthia drop her arms,
but I didn't think they'd fuck on my front lawn in front of my
kids and a girl with a reputation for talking.  The idea that
they might do just that had my dick hard.  Just when I thought
they would never stop, they broke the kiss.  Raul, turned Cynthia
to face the kids.  She stood staring straight ahead, arms
hanging, as Raul reached for the zipper of her dress and slowly
dragged her zipper down to her ass.  Cynthia made no move to stop
him, even as he peeled the sleeves off her naked shoulders.  The
dress fell to Cynthia's feet, leaving her in a bra that he
quickly divested her of.

Raul got close in behind her, pulled her head back by the chin,
and resumed the kiss as he molded Cynthia's breasts.  After a few
seconds on her breasts, his hands slid down to her crotch.
Though I only saw the action from profile, he was manipulating
her cunt as he'd done from the rear.  He finger fucked her.  Of
that, I had no doubt.  The action of his plunging hand coming up
in the center told me that much.  He stopped for a second to
place Cynthia's hands in her crotch.  When he let go, they
remained, but not idle.  Cynthia was masturbating befor the kids
as Raul freed his cock and slid it through her wet inner thighs.
The end popped out the front by three inches and Cynthia pulled
the thick chocolate shaft tightly to her cunt.

I thought I'd seen it all, but then Raul reached down and lifted
Cynthia's left leg almost straight up with his arm hooked under
her knee, also while turning her one quarter.  The kids had the
best view as they looked at Cynthia's beaver in the standing
splits as Cynthia guided Raul's cock to her opening.  Even I
could see the head press in and the eight inches of shaft that
followed.

They fucked in this position.  Cynthia was delirious from the
first entry, and in a stupor by the end.  She came several times,
but her climaxes were not much more dramatic than her response to
the fucking in general.  When Raul came, he gave her three more
inches of cock.  There wasn't enough cock left out to get a fist
around.

He left his cock deeply embedded as he lowered her leg.  He had
to hold her up until she could stand steady.  He then drew out.
I saw the white river of cum pour out of her gaping wide hole and
cascade down both inner thighs.  Raul stepped back.  Cynthia went
forward and kept going forward until she got to the kids.  She
stood before them, full front and talked.  I couldn't hear what
she was saying, but I could see where the kids were looking.
They seemed fascinated by her pussy, and rightfully so.  I was
fascinated.

Raul gathered Cynthia's dress and came over to the car.  He
leaned his head in and said, "Piece of cake.  What did I tell
you?"

I said, "Did you have to fuck her in front of my kids, for Christ
sake?"

"I didn't have to, I wanted to.  Cynthia got off on it.  By the
looks of things, so did you.  Don't worry, the kids will see much
worse when Rambo Sambo stops by.  He likes to fuck the mommies in
front of the kiddies.  They'll get used to it, but they never
tire of watching."

I looked back to see what was taking Cynthia so long and saw her
standing with her knees out, stooped over with her hands in her
crotch.  The kids were on their knees looking at the pussy she
was showing them.  Raul said, "She sure is proud of her pussy.
She's acting like she never took a cock bigger than her finger."

Cynthia returned moments later and hopped in the car, declining
Raul's offer of the dress.  Raul got in beside her, tossed her
dress in the back seat, then pulled the door shut.  Cynthia said,
"You believe me now, don't you.  I warned you; I can't resist a
man with a big cock.  I guess you want a baby."

I said, "What were you talking to the kids about?"

"I had to explain why we were fucking on the front lawn, didn't
I?"

"And you explained that?"

"Sure.  I told them I was horny, and I'm in a hurry to make them
a new brother or sister.  Besides, Carla wanted to negotiate a
deal for her silence.  She wants to call her boyfriend over so he
can watch us when we get back tonight.  She wants to see us do it
on the living room floor with all the lights on.  The kids want
to stay up.  Can we do that, Raul?"

"Sure, baby, but you need a fresh cock if you're going to
perform.  I'll call Rambo Sambo from the club and have him meet
you here.  He's blacker than midnight with a cock bigger than
mine, only a little shorter.  He'll warm-up your audience for
you.  He's good with kids."

She said, "Call Carla over so I can tell her to let him in."

I said, "Cynthia, are you nuts?"

She ignored me and turned to the window to yell for the sitter.
Carla flounced over.  "Carla, there will be a big black man
coming over sometime tonight.  He's going to do the fucking you
want to see, so let him in and be nice to him.  He'll keep you
all entertained until I get back."

"Kevin and John want to fuck Angie.  Angie wants to let them.  Do
you mind?"

"No, I don't mind.  You guys have fun.  Come on, Bill.  Let's go.
The sooner we get there, the sooner I can show more pussy and get
more cock."

                        *   *   *

As it turned out, the club was Raul's, and it was a private club.
Cynthia did a strip tease on a stage and performed every sex act
imaginable with Eugene before eighty people.  When we arrived
home, Rambo Sambo was giving my naked Angie a horsie ride on his
horsie cock.  Everyone was naked.  Cynthia fucked Rambo Sambo on
my living room floor with five minors peering in at their fucking
crotches from every angle.  On Monday morning, I stripped Cynthia
in the lobby and carried her to Mr. Killinger's office, then set
her on his desk.  Cynthia made a spread for him and said, "I need
Killinger cock, and lots of it."

I got the promotion.

                           The End

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