I Caught Them Fucking In The Break Room

 

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
toned-just 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 non-gay 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 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 again.