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My Secret Service By Harrison Conway
I met Jim and Jen when I moved to the neighborhood three years ago after my first novel was purchased by a major publisher.
Jim, a financial planner, helped me set up investments for most of my money and Jen took me under her wing in setting up my house, the first "real" home I'd had since my divorce a few years earlier.
We became fast friends. Since Jen didn't work, and I worked from home, one of us would often stop by the other's house for a cup of coffee during the day. Jim and I shared a love of sports, especially college football, so we had subjects to talk about other than how my nest egg was doing in the markets.
They often invited me over for dinner, which usually led to drinking. One early fall evening, they called me to come over for steaks and beers.
After a lovely meal that included several beers and a shot or 5 of some yummy apple pie "moonshine" made by a local distiller, I was full, buzzing and enjoying the cool autumn air as darkness settled our neighborhood.
We'd eaten poolside. As the air chilled, Jen stood up abruptly.
"Boys, I'm cold," she said. "Let's get in the hot tub."
She stood up and peeled off her shirt, revealing a black satin bra that was doing all it could to contain her large breasts. When she unbuttoned and stepped out of her jeans, I saw she was wearing a matching set of panties that rode high on her wide hips and barely covered half of her plump derriere.
"This is as modest as any swimsuit I've got," she said. "Now, grab that bottle and join me."
When Jen got to the hot tub, she reached back and unclasped her bra.
"This is a $70 bra, I don't want to soak it in chlorine," she said. "But you boys have to promise not to try and look at my titties."
Jim and I hadn't moved a muscle. As Jen slipped into the bubbling water, I looked over at him.
He shrugged.
"Maybe I should go home and get my trunks," I said, loud enough Jen could hear.
"Oh, bullshit, Will," she said. "Just get down to your underwear and get in. You are wearing underwear, aren't you?"
I assured her I was.
Jim and I walked over to the hot tub and began to undress. I was happy, for once, that I didn't have a big dick, hoping that the growing bulge in my boxer briefs would be dismissed as what might be visible if one were looking at a more well-endowed man.
I caught a glimpse of Jim as we slipped into the water. He was a few inches taller than me, and probably 15 pounds lighter. I couldn't tell what he was packing, as his boxers did a good job of hanging loosely from his trim hips.
"Now, isn't this better than sitting at the patio table?" Jen asked.
As we soaked, Jen probed me about my love life.
"Why aren't you dating?" she asked. "It's been nearly four years since your divorce. I'm sure I can find someone nice for you, if you want."
"I'm just not interested," I said. "I have my work. And I can't convince myself that I want to go down that road again."
"But you must have needs, you are a man," Jen said.
"I was married for 10 years, I'm well accustomed to taking care of myself," I said, which drew a laugh from Jim.
Jen gave me a wicked look and grinned just a bit.
"Or maybe you want to switch teams," she said.
"Hey, now, college was a long time ago," I said, expecting a laugh.
Jen giggled. But Jim wasn't laughing, and I worried that I had offended him. He gave me a funny look that I couldn't quite interpret.
"Well, if you change your mind, I can totally set you up," Jen said.
I was relieved, when the conversation shifted, and Jen began filling us both in on the neighborhood gossip: which wives were fooling around on their husbands, which husbands were fooling around on their wives and which couples were fooling around on each other.
All the while, the bubbling water covered just enough of her clearly natural breasts to keep me from staring, but revealing enough to make me wish I could see more.
After about 30 minutes, I was really feeling the booze and the heat from the tub. I excused myself and stumbled home. They bid me good-night and Jim slid around closer to his wife as I climbed out.
I made it up the stairs and found a towel in my bathroom to dry off, leaving my wet underwear laying on the floor. I flipped off the light and turned to head for bed, when it occurred to me that while a large tree blocked my view of their backyard from my bathroom and bedroom, I could likely see my friends from the still-empty guest bedroom next door.
I guess I could have tried to convince myself that I merely wanted to make sure they were OK, given their inebriated state, but that wasn't true. I loved Jen's body, and a peek at her boobs would fuel my masturbatory fantasies for months.
What I saw from the darkened window was better than I could have hoped for. Jen was bent over the side of the tub, her breasts swinging in rhythm as Jim fucked her from behind.
She gripped the side of the tub with one one hand, while the other reached back between her legs.
My cock sprang to life and I pumped it with the same pace Jim was fucking his wife.
It wasn't long until Jen arched her back, the wet ends of her dark, curly hair clinging to her back. Her mouth dropped open and though I couldn't hear them, I could tell by the look on her face that she was in the throes of an orgasm.
Jim gripped her waist with both hands and pumped faster. When he pushed as deeply as he could, I knew he was filling his wife's pussy with his cum.
I shot my load all over the window and the wall. I came so hard my knees nearly buckled and I grabbed the wall for support.
Jim slipped from inside his wife and sank into the water, but not before I got a look at his cock. Even shrinking away after his orgasm, I could tell that he was bigger than me, probably by several inches.
Jen stood and turned, giving me my first good look at her body. Her boobs stayed surprisingly high, given their size. Her flat stomach stretched to her crotch, where I thought in the light from the hot tub, I could make out a small strip of pubic hair above her otherwise shaved pussy.
She glanced toward my house and I recoiled, worried she could see me standing in the window, even though there were no lights on in the room. I stumbled to my bed and passed out on top of the duvet, my dick still leaking onto the fabric as I quickly fell asleep.
* * * * *
A few days later, I was puttering around in my garage when Jim came walking up the driveway carrying the clothes I'd worn to his house for dinner.
"You forgot these the other night," he said.
"I hadn't even missed them," I replied.
"I hope you weren't bothered by Jen's exhibitionism," he said. "She has a hard time keeping her clothes on when she's drinking."
"It didn't bother me at all," I replied. "I always enjoy y'all's company. And like she said, she was sorta wearing a swim suit."
We stood and talked about about the next week's football games for a few minutes. But then Jim got the same look on his face he'd had in the hot tub.
"I want to ask you a question, and if you don't want to answer, I understand," he said. "Were you k**ding the other night when you, umm, made that joke about, umm, college?"
I didn't say anything for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably not more than 10 seconds.
"Listen, Jim, I'm going to tell you something that only one other person on this planet knows," I said. "And if I offend you, I'm sorry. When I was in college, I had a homosexual relationship."
"I'm not offended," he replied. "Honestly, I though you were hiding the truth with your joke. Do you mind if I ask you how it started?"

So I told him my story.
When I was a sophomore, I was assigned to a dorm room in the athletic dorm, even though I wasn't an athlete. My roommate was a senior, a popular member of the soccer team. He and I became quick friends, and he would invite me
to hang out with him and the team, when he wasn't busy with his girlfriend.
She was on the dance team -- a beautiful blonde with a long, dancer's body. When he could get her in the sack, I would wait in the hallway, or crash on the common room couch.
The problem was she didn't want to fuck nearly as often as he did, something he complained to me about nearly every day. One day, while we were sitting in our room drinking and playing video games, he told me that she wouldn't give him a blow job, no matter how much he begged.
"If she won't do it, I'm going to find someone who will," he said.
It was quiet for a few minutes and then he turned to me.
"I want you to do it."
The words hung in the air. I didn't say anything and I didn't look at him. My heart pounded in my chest.
"Will, I know you like girls. So do I. But I see the way you look at me. I can see it in your eyes that you want to."
He was right, and I knew it. I had seen him naked in our room many times and I was strangely attracted to his cock, which was much bigger than my 5-incher.
"C'mon man. Just do it. I swear I'll never tell anybody."
He stood and pushed his shorts down, revealing his growing erection.
I took it into my mouth and gave it my best effort, gagging a few times when he pushed his cock too far toward my throat. Soon enough, he tried to pull away.
"I'm cumming," he said.
I grabbed his hips and help his spasming cock in my mouth, swallowing to keep from drowning.
Later, he told me I was the first person to put his dick in their mouth, despite having begged every girl he'd ever dated. After that, I blew him almost every day until he graduated in the spring.

Looking up at Jim, I realized I'd been talking nonstop for nearly 20 minutes.
"So that's my story," I said. "I hope I didn't tell you more than you wanted to hear."
Jim still had that funny look on his face, and now it was his turn to let the conversation lag.
"That's quite a story," he said. "And I won't tell anyone, I promise. Actually, it's kinda funny."
"Funny, how?" I asked.
He paused again.
"It's funny, because my story is almost exactly the opposite," he said. "In college, I was the guy getting my dick sucked.
"I went to school on a basketball scholarship, as you know. I hurt my knee during my sophomore season and was spending a lot of time in the trainer's room doing rehab. The assistant trainer, a guy that was only a few years older than me, was assigned to help me.
"We became friends, I guess, talking about our lives and girls and whatnot while I did all the rehab work. Each day, I'd have to soak my knee in an ice bath for 30 minutes after I was done. After, I'd often sit in the sauna to relax and warm up.
"One day, after a really hard workout and the ice treatment, I went to the sauna to relax and warm up. I must have drifted off, because when I woke up, the trainer was standing there, looking at me. As I came to, I realized I had a hard-on, which he could clearly see.
"He looked at my cock and then in my eye and said, 'Let me get that for you.' The next thing I know, he's between my legs, with my dick in his mouth.
"I was freaked out for about 30 seconds. I wanted to stop him, but it felt so good. The next thing I know, I'm coming and he's swallowing it.
"After that, he sucked me off a few other times. The funny thing is, we never, ever spoke of it, even in passing. I'd be undressed, or mostly undressed and he'd just ... do it."
My cock was leaking into my underwear as I listened to his story.
I knew what I wanted to say, but I didn't have the guts to say it. So I said the first thing that came to mind.
"You want a beer?"
"Absolutely."
We stood there in silence, gulping our beers. Then Jim broke the ice.
"Did he ever, you know, do anything for you?" he asked.
I shook my head no.
"It was pretty clear it was a one-way street," I said. "You?"
"No. Same thing."
Silence fell over us again. Jim finished his beer and walked to throw the bottle in the recycling bin by the door leading to the house. As he dropped the bottle, he turned back toward me and took a deep breath.
"Do you want to suck my dick?" he asked.
"Absolutely. Let's go inside."
I followed Jim into my den, my heart pounding in my chest. Was I really going to suck his cock? My mind raced with all the ways this could end poorly, but my growing hard-on and the desire to get him in my mouth overrode any attempt at logic or reason.
He turned to look at me. If he was conflicted, I couldn't tell. I guess getting up the courage to ask me had settled the matter for him.
"Where do you want me?" he asked.
"No, no. Where do you want me?" I managed to say.
"How about I sit on the couch?"
Jim took off his pants and untangled his cock from the boxers he had on underneath, dropping them on the floor. He sat on the edge of my couch and laid back into the cushions.
His dick, already erect, was bigger and thicker than mine. I would guess seven or eight inches.
"I don't have a lot of time," Jim said. "I told Jen I would drop off your clothes and come right back. I'd hate for her to come looking for me."
I sank to the carpet between his knees, took a deep breath, and leaned in to kiss and lick the head of his cock. The taste and feel of his manhood on my tongue made my own penis twitch and ache for my hand.
But there would be time for my pleasure later. I licked my lips, opened wide and took him into my willing mouth.
when my lips closed around him, about halfway down his shaft, we both moaned. Jim's cry was loudest, but in fairness, his mouth wasn't full of dick.
It had been nearly 20 years since I had a cock in my mouth, but it didn't take me long to find my old college form. I pressed his dick against the roof of my mouth while working the underside of his shaft with my tongue.
I could taste the precum flowing from Jim's dick in the back of my throat and I tried to take him deeper. In college, I learned to deep throat my roommate, and I knew that if I could take all of Jim into my mouth, it would send him over the edge.
I didn't choke on his dick, but I could feel my gag reflex building. I backed off, letting his cock slip from my mouth so I could swallow and gather myself. I'd closed my eyes as I sucked Jim's cock and when the world came back into focus, Jim was looking at me.
He had one hand under his shirt and I could see that he was playing with his nipple.
"They're sensitive," he said, as if he needed to explain to the neighbor who 10 seconds before had been trying to swallow his cock.
"Mine, too." I said.
I licked his shaft from the root to the tip and took him back in my mouth. I wrapped my fist around the base of his dick and began sucking him in earnest. I knew we didn't have much time and I wanted his cum in my mouth.
I wasn't but a minute or two before I felt his shaft swell and the hand that wasn't busy on his nipple found the back of my head.
"Oh, goddamn," he moaned. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Oh, shit!"
His load, sticky and warm, filled my mouth. His cock twitched and jumped as his orgasm overtook him. I swallowed, hard, taking his seed into my belly as a sense of satisfaction I had long forgotten washed over me.
I held him in my mouth until I sensed he was done and finally let go of his now-spent manhood.
Just as I did, the phone in Jim's pants started ringing.
"Jen," he mouthed to me, as he answered. "Hi, honey. Yes, I know I said I'd be right back. We got to talking and I lost track of time. I'll be right there."
As he talked, Jim quickly dressed. I'd moved so he could stand, but hadn't got off the floor. He patted me on the head and mouthed, "Thanks. I'll call you," as he walked to the door, Jen still chirping in his ear.
The door hadn't even closed behind him, when I put my hands in my pants and squeezed my sticky cock. Quickly, I pushed my pants down around my knees and shucked my shirt.
I'd leaked so much precum while sucking Jim's dick that I could hardly get a grip on my own. I stroked it furiously, reliving the conversation we'd had and the sensation of having my mouth filled with his cum, even as the taste lingered in my mouth.
It didn't take but a few seconds for me to shoot my load all over my belly. As I lay on my den floor, my clothes and limbs askew, I scooped up as much of my ejaculate as I could, licking it from my fingers and swallowing it down.
Now I had two loads in my belly. It felt great. I was a cocksucker once again.

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My Secret Service 2
I'd been exploring my cocksucking ways with Jen's husband, Jim, for a couple of months when she came on to me during an early morning coffee session beside her pool.
We were shooting the breeze when suddenly, she shuddered and a small "oooh" escaped her lips, perhaps not entirely voluntarily.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"I'm fine," she replied.
"What was that all about, then?"
Jen blushed, the first time I'd ever see her do that. But she didn't want to say.
"It's nothing," she said.
I pushed her, at first because I was worried something was wrong, but as we bickered, more so because I wanted her to give in and tell me.
Finally, and perhaps a bit irritated, she gave in.
"If you really must know, Jim and I had sex before he left for work this morning and a little bit of him just leaked into my panties," she said. "Are you happy now?"
"I didn't mean to to pry," I said. "But I've never seen anyone react that way, and I wondered what happened."
We sat in silence for a few moments before I gathered the courage to ask more questions.
"Does it bother you when that happens?" I asked. "Him leaking out of you."
She didn't hesitate.
"No, actually, it turns me on," she said. "It makes me crave some oral pleasure."
"Jim is a lucky man," I said.
"How do you figure?" she asked. "He doesn't know anything about it."
I wasn't sure what to say. But I had to say something.
"You mean he doesn't take care of your, umm, needs?" I asked.
Jen looked at me for a second and then burst out laughing.
"Do you mean, does my husband go down on me after he's cum inside of me? No. He does not."
"Why not?" I asked.
"I wouldn't dare ask," she said. "We don't do a lot of 'mouth stuff.' I guess we'd rather just fuck."
"That's too bad," I said, unsure of what else to say.
But now that the door was open, Jen wasn't going to walk away.
"Have you ever done it? Gone down on someone after you've had an orgasm inside them?"
"Yes, many times," I said. "My ex virtually insisted on it. She liked making me do it, and she liked the way it got her off."
"And you didn't mind?"
"Not at all," I said. "In fact, it because one of my favorite things do."I locked eyes with her, and Jen had a funny look on her face. I fearedI had said too much. I started to apologize, but she cut me off.
"I asked the question," she said. "And there's nothing to be sorry for."
She squirmed in her seat.
"That's some more she said," flashing me a grin. "I might have to go change my underwear."
Her phone rang. It was Jim. As they talked, I imagined her panties coming down to reveal a well-fucked pussy. My cock stiffened in my pants. Since I was already "cheating" with her husband, could I really find a way to do the same with her?
It seemed farfetched, my brain concluded. My erection disagreed.
When she hung up with her husband, Jen turned her attention to me.
"So, have you ever gone down on someone after they've been with someone else?"
"Not that I know of," I said. "Though with my ex, I guess you never know. But to the best of my knowledge, I've only tasted myself."
"Would you do it?"
"Probably. It would depend on the circumstances. Who was asking, how well I knew the--"
"That's not what I'm asking. Will you eat my pussy? Now. While my husband's cum leaks out?"
I don't think I answered. The next thing I knew, Jen had me by the handing was guiding me into her living room. Once there, she slipped offer shirt and dropped her shorts to the floor. She was wearing a pinklace bra and a pair of white mesh panties with a satin front panel.
She sat on the edge of the couch, just as her husband had done in my house a few months prior. Without a word, I dropped to my knees and put my face against the damp material between her thighs.
She didn't seem to be interested in my going slow. She lifted her hips and pushed the panties down around her ankles, revealing her wet, open sex.
Taking my cue, I pushed in for a long lick up her slit, taking her her juices and the remnants of her husband's ejaculate into my mouth. She moaned, loudly, and I did it again.
I continued with long, slow licks, letting my tongue slip inside of her in search of more cum, before it pushed on toward her clit. Each time I would repeat it, she would let out a low, guttural moan as I entered her, and a more high-pitched "aaah" as I swiped past her clitoris.
But soon enough, she used her hand to hold me on her most sensitive spot.
"I'm close," she said. "Suck me. Oh, suck me and make me cum."
I did as instructed, and it didn't take her long before she was bucking against my face.
"Yes.Yes. Yes. Yeeeeesssss," she screamed.
As convulsions dampened, I held my position until she pushed me off her sex. As we caught our breath, she began to giggle.
"I can't believe we just did that," she said. "But I'm glad we did.That was the best orgasm I've ever had from oral."
"I hope this won't change things between all of us," I said.
"Well, of course it will," she said. "Now when I want my pussy licked clean, I know who to call."

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My Secret Service 3
My phone was buzzing gently, nestled in the towel on my poolside lounger.
"Call me," the text from Jen, my next-door neighbor, said.
I picked up the phone and hit the button to dial her as I used the towel to dry off after my early morning swim.
"I'm all wet," she said after answering my call.
"Me, too," I replied. "I just got out of the pool."
"That's funny, smartass," she said. "I mean that I'm laying in bed, with Jim's cum leaking into my panties. Now, do you still want to crack jokes?"
"No, ma'am. I do not."
"Good. The back door is open. Let yourself in."
I did as Jen had instructed, and made my way up the stairs to the bedroom she shared with her husband.
I found her laying in bed, wearing only a pair of pink lace panties, as she lightly ran her fingernails over the outside of the material.
Even without any makeup, she was stunning. Her arms cradled her breasts, and they jiggled slightly as she touched herself through her underwear.
"Very alluring," I said as I approached the bed.
"Jim must have though so, too," she said. "I woke up to him touching my pussy through my panties. He was already hard, and pretty quickly, he was fucking me. It's a nice way to wake up."
I crawled between her legs as she spread them to give me access.
"I just pushed my panties to the side so I could catch as much cum as possible," she said.
As I brought my face to her sex, I could feel the heat from her body and smell the arousal emanating from her crotch. I kissed her thigh near the junction of her torso and rubbed my face on her panties, inhaling her lovemaking scent.
Jen sighed contentedly as my face brushed against her panties.
I peeled the damp fabric away from her body, revealing a glob of cum that was suspended between her panties and the aroused lip of her pussy.
I sucked it into my mouth, savoring the stickiness as it spread across my tongue. It had the consistency and taste of male ejaculate with a hint of female arousal that made my cock stiff - against the shorts I'd thown on before leaving my house - twitch and release a rivulet of precum that ran down my shaft.
I worked to clean the cum leaking from her freshly fucked pussy, from where it stuck to the outside of her crotch and pooled in her panties. I pushed my tongue between her lips and found more sticky residue from her husband's orgasm.
Jen lifted her knees to give my better access to her pussy and I took the opportunity to remove her panties, which I dropped on the floor beside the bed after slipping them past her ankles.
As I settled again between her legs, I pushed them toward her torso, which rocked her hips back and gave me my first look at her asshole.
I leaned in and let my tongue make contact with her puckered anus. Jen had been fairly quiet during my visit, cooing softly as I cleaned her cummy pussy. But when my tongue found her backdoor, she moaned and I felt a tremor streak across her body.
The shimmy caused another stream of cum to slip from inside her, slide over her perineum and run down the crack of her ass to my waiting mouth.
"That's it," she said. "Get my pussy and ass nice and clean."
I licked and probed at her bottom, while Jen continued to moan her approval. In my time between her legs, I had yet to touch her clit. I liked to spend as much time worshipping her pussy and her ass and I knew when she was ready to push toward an orgasm, she would let me know.
Sure enough, Jen soon shifted her weight, and I rolled with her until she was deftly on top of me. She pushed her pussy onto my face and began rocking back and forth as I licked her from her asshole to her clit.
As her pace increased, so did the stream of words that flowed from her mouth. The closer Jen got to cumming, the more she talked.
"Eat it. Eat that pussy. Lick it. Suck it," she moaned. "Make me cum. Make me cum. Oh, shit, make me cum."
I knew she was just seconds from an orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw her fingers pulling on her nipples as her torso became a blur. I grabbed her hips, latched onto her clit with my lips and gently sucked her button as I fought to control her movements and keep myself attached to her most sensitive spot.
She screamed as she came, her body arching and stiffening as she pushed her pussy into my face with all of her weight. I sucked, harder now, as I felt the spasms wrack her body. My nose was trapped against the small strip of hair that she allowed to grow above her pussy and if I weren't so wrapped up in pleasing her, I might have been worried that I would suffocate before she eased up.
As her orgasm subsided she lifted up, and I reluctantly let go of her. She climbed off of me and stood, a bit shakily, beside the bed.
"That was great," she said, as she bent over and picked up her panties. "I really needed a second orgasm this morning."
She wiped her panties between her legs and then reached over and cleaned my neck and chin.
"You got a little cum on your face, sweetie," she said with a grin.
She dropped the panties on my chest and walked toward the bathroom.
"I have an appointment in about a hour, can you see yourself out?" she asked. "You can bring those panties back -- clean -- when you are done with them."
I gathered myself and did as she asked. While walking across the lawn between our homes, I could feel and see the wet spot in my shorts. I planned to be on my couch, Jen's panties in my face and my cock in my hand, in just about a minute.
But Jim had other plans for me. As I walked in the door, my phone was ringing.
"Jim wants to know if you can come by today to talk about your portfolio," his secretary, Missy, said when I answered. "He said it's nothing to worry about, but he would like to see you as soon as possible."
I made arrangements to meet him in about 90 minutes and headed for the shower to wash the pool and pussy residue from my body.
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It took me about 20 minutes longer than I'd anticipated to get to Jim's office.
When I walked in, Missy greeted me with a huge smile.
"He's on the phone with a client, so it'll be just a minute," she said.
We chit-chatted while I waited. Missy was probably 10 years younger than me and I always enjoyed seeing her.
She was a big girl. I don't mean fat, just big. She most always wore heels to the office and when she stood on some of the longest legs I'd ever seen on a woman, she was a couple inches taller than my 6-foot-nothing.
She also had the largest breasts I'd even seen, though they fit her broad-shouldered, wide-hipped frame. She always wore tops that showed off her assets well, and I had to do my dead-level best to talk to her face while we chatted.
Fortunately, she had beautiful blue eyes framed by her blonde hair, which helped me to concentrate.
She was the kind of woman that assholes would call "pretty, if she wasn't so big." I just called her stunning, myself.
I'd often thought about asking her on a date, but after the failure of my marriage, I wasn't sure I could take the rejection.
After about 5 minutes, Jim appeared in the doorway to his office and greeted me warmly.
"Come on in, Will," he said with a smile. "Missy, we don't have another appointment for awhile. Why don't you take a long lunch? I can handle Will and the telephone, I think."
As Jim closed the door to his office, I could see her headed toward the front door.
I sank to my knees in the middle of his office as Jim turned his attention toward me. He walked to where I was kneeling, leaving me face-to-cock with the bulge in his pants.
I reached and unbuckled his belt, my hand brushing past his erection. I unbuttoned his pants and let the fall to his ankles. He was wearing briefs today and I leaned in and rubbed my face on his underwear, just as I had done to his wife a few hours earlier.
I could smell the musky scent of their sex trapped in the fabric, just as I had with Jen's panties.
"I guess I should warn you," he said. "I fucked Jen this morning before I left for work. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," I said, kissing and nibbling at his cotton-covered shaft. After all, I just ate your cum from your wife's soaked snatch, I thought to myself.
I sat back on my heels and took hold of his underwear with my hand, pulling them down and letting his hard dick flop in front of my face. My own cock was hard in my pants and I reached between my legs and gave it a squeeze.
A drop of precum bubbled from his cockhead and I flicked my tongue to draw it into my mouth.
I opened my mouth and took him into my mouth, trying to touch him as little as possible, until I felt his head hit the back of my mouth. Then I clamped my lips around his shaft and squirmed my tongue on the underside of his dick.
"Ohhhh, yeah," Jim moaned. "That's it."
I slowly backed away, until only Jim's cockhead was in my mouth, before sliding back down his shaft. His cock tasted of sex and I wanted to get every drop of it in my mouth.
"Can you taste my wife's pussy on my dick?" Jim asked.
I moaned an "un-huh" around his shaft. In truth, his cock tasted less like pussy than his wife's pussy had tasted like cock, but who was I to quibble?
Either way, I was getting both ends of my neighbors' early-morning romp and I was happy to have it.
I worked Jim's dick, sometime taking him as deep as I could and sometimes just working on the sensitive patch under his head. Jim's precum leaked steadily into my throat.
I wondered how long he would let me play with his dick. I lose track of time when Jim's dick in my mouth.
When he grabbed the back of my head, I knew he was wanting to pick up the pace. Jim began to pump his his hips.
"Fuuuuuck," he moaned as he pushed his dick in and out of my mouth.
His grip tightened on the back of my head and I felt his shaft swell in my mouth. He pushed in, farther than I'd ever taken his dick, and I felt his cum coat the back of my throat.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he moaned loudly enough I was worried the people in the next office suite might hear. "Eat my load. Eat it. Oh, yeah."
I didn't move as he shuddered with the aftershocks of his second orgasm of the day. When he was done, he pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible pop. We didn't move for some time, me on my knees and him standing over me with his pants around his ankles, both trying to catch our breath.
Eventually, he leaned over and pulled up his pants, which was my cue to get off my knees.
He walked to a refrigerator in his office and grabbed two sodas, offering one to me. I took it, but didn't open it. I wanted to savor the taste of his cock in my mouth.
We talked for a few minutes about my portfolio and sports and other things, but soon I had to go. After taking care of Jen's creampie and Jim's hard cock, I needed to take care of myself.
I said my good-byes and when I opened the office door, I was taken aback to see Missy sitting at her desk. She gave me a big smile, but I thought I saw something more.
How long had she been sitting there, I wondered as I walked to my car. Had she heard me sucking her bosses' cock?
I pondered that until I got to my car. My own cock was again a sticky mess of precum and I couldn't wait any longer to touch it. I undid my pants as I pulled away from the curb and let my fingers touch my stiffening dick through the fabric of Jen's still damp panties, which I had slipped on before leaving the house.
I teased myself all the way home, mixing more of my own excretions with those Jen and her husband had deposited there. By the time I pulled into the garage, I was nearly delirious with the need to bust my nut.
I turned off the car, and let the seat back, my hand jacking my cock faster and faster. It took me less than 20 seconds to fill her panties with my own load as I relived the sounds, smells and tastes of my morning.
I didn't know how long I could keep up my oral service of my married neighbors without one of them finding out about the other. But I also knew I couldn't stop either. I was hooked.

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My Secret Service, Chapter 4
Jim and Jen and I settled into something of a rhythm as the weeks passed. They would call or stop by my house when they needed my services and I would take care of them the best I could. Naturally, I serviced Jim more than I did his wife, but that was to be expected. On more than one occasion, Jen and I would be talking and she would let it drop that we'd missed a chance for me to get a creamy treat from between her thighs. "I tried to get you a cream pie," she said one day while we were drinking coffee in her kitchen. I nearly did a spit take, but I held it in, coughing and
sputtering. "What?" I replied, thinking how quick our conversation had diverted from local homeowner's association politics to my licking the ejaculate her husband leaves behind in her pussy. "I tried to get you a cream pie," she repeated. "Jim came to bed horny last night. I tried to put him off until this morning, but he was insistent."
"You can't set your sex life around whether we can play afterward," I said. "That's not realistic. And, by the way, I'm pretty sure I've never heard anybody actually use the word 'creampie' in a sentence before. Except maybe in a porn movie, or something."
"Well, that's what it's called, right?"
I nodded, conceding the point. Just as quickly as the conversation had veered to sex, it veered away again, as we finished a pot between us. As I made my farewells, Jen stopped me at the door.
"I wiped up with the panties I wore to bed. Do you want to borrow them?"
My cock twitched in my pants. I merely nodded, at a loss for words.
Jen disappeared and came back with something pink and lacy folded in her hands.
"Bring them back when you are done, please," she said.
I gripped them in my hand as I made my way across the yard to my house. Inside, I discovered she'd given me a thong, with a wide pink lace band and white polka-dotted cotton front. The crotch and inside of the panty was sticky from where Jen had wiped the remnants of their sex. I held the panties to my face and inhaled deeply. My cock was hard as I dropped my pants and started stroking myself. I licked the panties as I masturbated, the subtle flavors of their secretions filling my mouth. This wasn't a leisurely wank. I wanted to cum. Badly. Just before I felt my load start to break loose, I took the panties from my face and held them over my erection. As I came, my cum landed on what was left of my neighbor's sex from the night before. I used them to clean myself up and tossed them on the dirty clothes pile to wash.
* * * * *
Little did I know how important those panties would become.
I did wash them not long after Jen gave them to me, but I didn't return them right away. In fact, I used them for myself-pleasure more than once. I was discovering that I was more and more interested in wearing panties, especially when I jerked off. There was something about slipping them on that made me hot.
But they almost gave me a heart attack, too.
I was in my laundry room when I heard a knock at the back door. Since Jim was the only person who had ever come in that way, I assumed (correctly) it was him. I was taking clean clothes out of the dryer as we chatted, when I came out with his wife's panties. I wasn't paying attention, but he was.
"Who's are those?" he asked.
Oh, shit. I could feel my face turning red. I didn't know what to say. If Jim recognized them as his wife's, my whole world, along with theirs, might just come crashing down. But Jim apparently didn't recognize them. A look not unlike the one he gave me in the hot tub that nightcame over his face.
"Are they yours? Do you wear them?"
I nodded, still unable to make words come out of my mouth.
"How often do you wear them?"
"Just... sometimes," I managed to croak.
A grin broke across his face. "That's kinda hot," he said. "I assume you jerk off while you wear them?"
I nodded.
"Tell you what. I'm going in the living room. Why don't you put them on and join me?"
He didn't wait for an answer, turning to leave. I stood there for a moment, letting my heart stop pounding in my
chest. Then I did as he asked, stripping bare before sliding the lace band of the panties up over my knees until the crotch was snug against my balls. I walked into the living room to find Jim naked from the waist down, his
semi-erect cock laying on his thigh. He gave me a little whistle.
"I like your panties," he said, grinning. "Turn around, let's see the back."
I walked over to the couch and complied, turning to show my bare ass cheeks. Jim smacked me on the butt, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to remind me who was in charge. I turned around and my obvious excitement was evident as my cock pushed against the front of the panties that I'd borrowed from his wife. Jim looked me in the eye. He didn't say a word. I dropped to my knees between his legs, leaning in to run my tongue up over his balls and along
his shaft. When I reached the head of his cock, I pulled off and repeated the move as his dick lifted itself off his leg and stood at attention. As the precum bubbled from his cock, I gently kissed it, getting his stickiness on my lips.Then, in one motion, I opened my mouth and took as much of his dick into my mouth as I could before clamping my lips around his shaft. I knew it was one of Jim's favorite moves and he groaned with pleasure as I massaged the underside of his shaft with my tongue. I worked his cock in and out of my wet mouth, my eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I had come to love the feeling of his manhood in my willing mouth, and I worked hard to earn my cummy reward. It didn't take him very long, and that was largely my doing. I didn't slow my pace, or back off and let him cool down. I wanted his load in my belly and the panic/thrill/eroticism of our little panty episode only fueled my desire. Jim wanted it too. His hand found the back of my head and he begin to lift his hips to push his
cock deeper into my mouth.
"Oh, yeah. Suck it. Suck that dick. Show me you want it," he said.
I let his drive his shaft over my tongue and into the back of my throat. I moaned as he did. My dick, hard in Jen's panties, was leaving a wet spot on the front. Fucking my face was exactly what Jim needed. He pushed in one last time and unleashed a torrent of cum into my mouth. I swallowed, out of self-preservation as much as anything, as he
bellowed through his orgasm.
"Fuck," he said, panting to catch his breath. "That was awesome."
I didn't answer. My mouth was still wrapped around his now-shrinking dick, savoring the feeling of his rather violent
ejaculation. When he finally pushed me away, I sprawled on the floor, Jen's panties now soaked with my precum. As he dressed, Jim turned to where I was still laying on the floor.
"I think wearing panties suits you," he said.
I murmured my agreement.
"From now on, when I call you to come over, I want you to wear them," he said. "And not just this pair over and over. Get some more. Sexy ones."
I nodded.
"I want you to wear panties that excite you when you put them on," he said. "I want you to wear panties that make you want my dick. Got it?"
If my UPS man wondered why I was getting so many packages from women's underwear companies in the next few weeks, he never mentioned it, even as I signed for box after box.
* * * * *
But that wasn't the only close call. For as much as the panty incident scared me, it was nothing compared to what happened about a week later. It was a Monday morning and I was still lazing in bed, when a text from Jen invited me over. I jumped up, brushed my teeth and threw on a pair of running pants and a T-shirt. I let myself in the back door and made the familiar trek to the bedroom she shared with her husband. She was laying on her back, wearing only a pair of light blue satin panties, that gripped her ass cheeks like they had been painted on. I didn't speak. I settled between her legs and began kissing her bottom and thighs as I burrowed my face toward her freshly fucked pussy. Jen cooed as I touched her sensitive areas and pushed against the fabric with my tongue. She pushed back, lifting her bottom into the air, and I flipped over on my back. She dropped her still-covered snatch onto my waiting face. She was gently rubbing herself on my face, when Jim's voice boomed from the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey, Jen, have you seen my papers for the Jefferson proposal?"
Jen froze for a second, but I did not. I tried to push her off me. She dropped her full weight onto my face, sitting up over me. My eyes were as wide as silver dollars as she met my gaze. She put a finger to her lips.
"Look in the den, sweetie. Weren't you looking at them when you watched the game last night?"
"I think you are right," he yelled back.
We could hear his footsteps walk away from the landing below, only to return in a few seconds.
"Got 'em. Thanks, babe. I love you."I love you. Have a good day."
The door slammed behind him as he left. I don't know if it was the pounding in my chest that she was sitting on, or the look in my eyes, but Jen knew I was petrified.
"Relax," she said, looking at me between her thighs. "He's gone."
She raised up slightly, reached between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. A thick stream of cum dropped onto my face. Jen scooped it with her finger and pushed it into my mouth.
"My cum-filled pussy needs your attention. You aren't going to abandon me, are you?"
She pushed her sex into my face and I got busy licking and sucking the sex from her wet, open hole. Jen pulled on her nipples with one hand as the other found her clit. I was concentrating on her pussy, but Jen had other ideas. As she continued to rub herself, she shifted forward.
"Fuck my ass with your tongue," she said. "I'm not going to last long."
I pushed against her sphincter with the tip of my tongue. Unlike her well-fucked pussy, it didn't allow me in easily. Jen moaned and rubbed her clit with vigor.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned as her legs locked around my ears. "Yes. Yes. Yes."
Soon, the sensation became too much and she fell forward on the bed. I jumped up, the nervous energy of her husband being less than 30 feet from where we laid not 10 minutes before, coursing through my body.
"Fuck me, that was close," I said. "I thought we were busted."
Jen rolled over to look at me. She giggled. "Really? I thought it was hot. And so what if he'd caught us?"
"So what?" I said, perhaps louder than I should have.
Jen looked a little hurt. And then a little mad.
"I can take care of my husband," she said. "You worry about taking care of me."
* * * * *
If Jen was mad about my outburst, it didn't last long. The Jefferson proposal turned out to be for Dean Henry Jefferson, the president of the local liberal arts college. They needed a new financial planner to oversee their billon-dollar endowment, and Jim's proposal won. For as much money, it wasn't that much extra work, Jim explained after I stopped by his office for a congratulatory blow job later that week. But it would mean a lot more money coming in. To celebrate, Jen rented a lovely entertainment space for a party and Jim invited all the clients, including myself, who had believed in him as he built his firm. Jen looked stunning, as usual, in a beautiful form fitting red dress. But I was stunned by the dress that Jim's assistant Missy showed up in. It was black, with a sequined top that sparkled in the light. How her enormous breasts stayed inside the fabric was a miracle of modern dressmaking. And the bottom half of the dress cupped and shaped her bottom in a way that made me ache with desire. I said hello to her, of course, and complimented her dress. But she was nearly as overwhelmed with well-wishers as Jim and Jen. I drifted away, making conversation with the few others I knew at the party, enjoying the food and the wine that Jen had selected for the event. I was filling a plate of fresh fruit to pair with a delicate white wine, when I felt somebody, obviously female, come up beside me. It was Missy.
"So," she said. "How long have you been sucking my boss' dick?"

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My Secret Service, Chapter 5
Missy's question hung in the air.
My first reaction was to panic. Had anyone else heard her?
We were in a room crowded with people drinking Jim's booze and eating his food, and they were chattering like people who were having a good time on someone else's dime. A quick glance around didn't reveal anyone paying attention to me, though I'm sure there were eyes on the tall blonde with the enormous rack in the tight black dress.
My next reaction was to lie.
"I don't know what you are talking about," I said, trying to sound authoritative.
Missy looked at me for a moment. I could tell she didn't believe me.
"Listen, this isn't going to work out very well if you lie to me," she said.
As I opened my mouth to double down on my lie, someone called Missy's name from across the room. She lifted her hand and waved an acknowledgement, causing her boobs (which were in my face) to heave. I couldn't help but stare.
Her attention snapped back to me.
"We'll talk later. You need to decide right now if you are going to continue to lie to me or not."
And with that, she was gone. A few minutes later, Jim approached me as I stood on the edge of the crowd.
"I'm going to walk over toward my wife," he said. "When I get there, call my phone."
I did as instructed, stepping into a corner of the room to make my call.
"Les, buddy, what's going on?? Jim said when he answered.
"Umm. This is Will. You told me to call."
"Hang on Les, I can't hear you. Let me step outside."
I could see Jim walk through a set of doors and exit the room.
"Will, I want you to wait 5 minutes, then go out the doors opposite of where I went out," Jim said. "follow that hallway and make a left at the junction. There's s storage room about halfway down that second hallway."
I hung up the phone and tried to estimate the five minutes.
When I reached the storage room, it was unlocked. I let myself in, to find Jim sitting in one of the venue's extra chairs, his pants around his ankles.
He was stroking his cock, which was already wet with precum.
"We don't have much time, so I started without you," he said.
"That's OK," I said as I watched him.
"So, are you wearing panties tonight?? he asked. "I didn't call to request them because I didn't know if we would get a chance to play."
I unzipped my pants to reveal a white lace thong.
'You little slut," he said, a big smile breaking across his face.
I left my pants undone as I dropped to my knees between his. My dick was stiffening, and I could feel the precum starting to leak onto the lace.
As my knees hit the floor, Missy's words flashed through my mind. But I pushed them away. What good would it do to worry about it now, with this big, hard dick in my face?
I pushed Jim's hand away and replaced it with my own. This wasn't going to be a blowjob as much as it was a handjob with my lips around the head of his cock. He wanted to come and I wanted to eat his cum.
Jim groaned as I pumped his dick.
"Oh, yeah. That's it. Make me shoot."
I moaned around his cock.
"Tell me you want it," he said. 'Tell me you came here tonight to suck my dick."
I moaned again. I knew he was close and I wasn't taking my mouth off his hard dick.
Jim's shaft swelled and I heard his breath catch in his throat. His hand found the back of my head and pushed me down on his shaft until my lips touched my fist at the base of his cock.
"YeeeeeeeaAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," he moaned quietly as his filled my mouth with his seed. I swallowed, a small shiver running through my body as his thick cum slid down my throat.
Jim quickly recovered, and I backed up to give him room. He stood and tucked his still slick cock away and zipped up.
"Wait here a few minutes and then go back in the way you came. And, if I haven't told you, thanks for coming tonight."
"No, thank you for coming tonight," I said.
After he slipped out of the room, I contemplated jerking off right there. I could still taste him in my mouth and our 'quickie' had me ramped up. But just as I started to touch my dick through my panties, a member of the wait staff walked by on the other side of the door. I didn't hear him until he yelled at a colleague down the hall and it startled me, breaking the mood.
I did as Jim had instructed and rejoined the part just as he was wrapping up a toast to everyone that had made his business grow. Jen stood on one side of him, while Missy was on the other. I grabbed a glass of champaign from a waiter and joined in, replacing the taste of Jim's load with the bubbly.
Not long after, as the party started to wind down, I found myself sitting at a table with Jen and Missy. They were giggling when I walked up and they invited me to sit down. We talked, mostly gossip about the others at the party, as the crowd began to dwindle.
"Will, do me a favor and walk Missy to her car, will you?" Jen asked. "I know this is a good neighborhood, but it just doesn't feel right sending a beautiful woman in a tight dress off by herself into the night."
Of course, I agreed.
There were two unopened bottles of wine on the table and Jen insisted we take them.
I followed Missy outside, managing to pay attention to where I was going almost as much as I watched her wide ass sway in that tight dress.
Outside, Missy took my arm and I escorted her the half-block to the garage where we'd both parked. Her car was on the second level, mine on the third. When we reached her car, Missy unlocked it and turned to me.
"I'm ready to have that talk, if you are willing to stop lying to me," she said.
I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded.
"Good, how about now? My apartment isn't far from here."
I agreed, and she gave me directions before slipping into her car and driving off. I walked up to the next level and followed her driving directions.
But could I follow her other commands? We were about to find out.
* * * * *
Missy was waiting just inside the lobby of her building, a two-story former factory on the edge of downtown that had been converted to apartments. She let me in and we made our way up to her second-floor unit. Again, I tried not to concentrate on her ass, now inches from my face, as we climbed the stairs.
Once inside her loft, she stopped and turned to me.
"Let me get into something more comfortable and I'll meet you in the living room," she said. "Why don't you open this wine? There's an opener in the drawer left of the fridge and glasses are in the cabinet above. Also, will you unzip me?"
She turned around and lifted her hair away from her neck. My hand shook a little as I grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, revealing the back of a black lace bra.
I opened the wine, poured two glasses, and sat on the couch. All the while, the questions that had been running through my mind most of the night continued to spin through my mind.
How did she know. How much did she know? What did she want? Was this blackmail, against me or Jim? How was I going to get out of this?
As I stewed, I didn't the bedroom door open and Missy's bare feet pad across the wood floor. I jumped a little as she came up beside me.
"Don't worry, Will, I don't bite," she said with a smile. "Well, not hard."
She'd slipped on a short while terry cloth robe that barely came to her mid-thigh. She took one of the glasses and tucked herself onto the other end of the couch.
"Listen, I don't want you to worry," she said. "Your secret is safe with me. I like you. I just want you to be honest with me."
"OK."
"So instead of telling me how long you've been sucking my bosses' dick, why don't you tell me how you got started?"
So I did. I started to tell her about the night in the hot tub, but she stopped me.
"So you saw Jen naked? Oh my god, does she look as good as naked as I imagine?"
I nodded.
"Hey, pal, don't look at me like that," Missy said. "You're not the only one that plays for both teams."
I must have had a funny look on my face, because Missy started to giggle, which got me started. Soon we were both laughing like we'd just heard the funniest thing in the entire world.
As Missy steered the conversation back to my cocksucking, I suddenly felt more relaxed than I had in ages. Something told me to trust her, to tell her everything and not hold back.
So I did. About my college roommate. About telling Jim and him asking me to blow him. About how Jen didn't know and how we found ways to be alone.
"So, you do suck his dick in his office!" she said. "I knew it!"
Missy was squirming a little as she sat, causing the hem of her robe to ride up on her smooth thigh. When she leaned over to refill her wine glass, I got a peek at her tits, hanging free underneath. My dick twitched at the sight.
"I wonder what Jen would say if she found out?" Missy asked.
"I don't think she has much room to talk," I replied.
"What do you mean? Is she having an affair?"
"Sort of."
Missy cocked her head and gave me a quizzical look.
"Tell me."
I took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought.
"I service her, too."
Missy's jaw fell open. If she had any inkling, she was a hell of an actor.
"Shut. The. Hell. Up. You do not."
"Hand to God."
"Well I definitely have to hear this," she said.
I told her about Jen's desire for more oral attention, especially after sex with Jim. She hung on every word as I described how Jim had nearly caught us recently and some of our other liaisons.
"And they don't touch you or anything?"
I shook my head no.
"Well, that doesn't seem fair."
I shrugged.
"I get what I need out of it," I said.
"I have just one more question,? Missy said. ?Do you eat pussy that isn't full of cum?"
"I do."
Missy stood, undid the belt on her robe and let it fall to the floor. All she was wearing underneath was a tiny black mesh G-string that was matted to her smooth skin. Her breasts hung slightly 'but not as much as you might expect for real tits of that size with smallish light pink areola and stiff nipples. I had never seen a more beautiful, sexy woman in my life.
She took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
She turned to kiss me and my hands found her hips and the thin material of her panty strings. As we kissed, I felt her trying to slip them off.
I pulled back.
"Let me take care of that," I said.
She positioned herself on the bed and climbed in, too, still wearing my clothes.
I left a trail of kisses up her thighs before kissing her pussy through the thin material. She was wet and open and I could taste her through the mesh.
She moaned as I kissed her and I could tell that she was done with the foreplay.
I pushed her panties to the side and let my tongue push into her wet folds. She sighed with contentment as the tip slipped up her channel and brushed across her clitoris.
"Ahhhhhhh, yes," she moaned.
I worked her clit briefly, before letting my tongue explore her hole. As I pushed inside her, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tight, my nose pressing against her button.
?That's it,? she said.
We found a rhythm and I assumed she would ride it to an orgasm. Put after just a few minutes, she pushed me away.
?Ichanged my mind,? she said. ?Iwant your dick.?
I jumped up and began shedding my clothes. Just as I dropped my pants, I remembered what was underneath.
?Are you wearing PANTIES?? she said. ?What's that about??
So I told her, about Jen's panties and Jim and how he liked me in them when I sucked his dick. As I talked, she pulled me onto the bed, so that I was on my knees between her open legs.
She reached up and gently ran her fingernails over my panty-covered erection.
?So did he tell you to wear them tonight??
I shook my head.
?Truth is, I like them. Clearly, I like having secrets that are all but out in plain sight,? I said.
She pulled the material down, hooking it under my balls and pulled me to her. As my cock slipped inside her tight, wet pussy, I thought I might come on the spot.
?Holy shit,? I exclaimed.
?Ihope this is a worth substitute for my bosses' dick in your mouth,? she said.
I had to concentrate not to blow my load as I answered.
?I got his dick. In a storage room, after we both slipped away from the party.?
Missy pushed me away and my cock popped out of her heavenly pussy.
?You dirty little slut! I can't believe it!?
I thought I might be trouble.
?I'm sorry. I was going to tell you, but, one thing led to another...?
?Shut up and fuck me.?
I wish I could say that I pounded the hell of Missy's tight pussy that night, but that would be a lie. I managed to hold on just long enough for her orgasm to start before I came harder than I'd ever come before. I think she enjoyed it, God knows I did.
After we'd caught our breath, Missy pushed my head toward her crotch.
?Clean me. Please.?
I obliged, licking the combination of her juices and my cum from her pussy. After she was clean, I sucked her clit between my lips and worked it until she came again, grinding her pubic bone against my face.
As I came up from air, I tried to wipe away the sticky mess from my face, but Missy didn't let me. She pulled me in for a kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
When we broke the kiss, she grinned.
?Damn, we do taste good.?
It wasn't long before the combination of the wine, the emotions and the sex took it's toll. I drifted off to sleep, my face in Missy's beautiful breasts.
* * * *
When I awoke in the morning, Missy was gone.
There was a note on top of my clothes beside the bed.
?Will, thanks for the hottest night I've had in forever.
?P.S. Please don't tell anyone you were here. I'll explain later.?
I got dressed and let myself out, making sure to lock the door behind me.?
As I drove home, I could feel this goofy grin spreading across my face.
I'd sucked my bosses' cock not 150 feet from a roomful of people that knew us both and then confessed all my sex secrets to the most beautiful woman I'd ever met, before she took me to bed.
How could my life get any better? Or any more complicated?
If my sex life with my neighbors had been a high-wire act before, what the hell was it now?
I knew I couldn't wait to find out.

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My Secret Service, Chapter 6

I jumped in the shower when I got home, washing the remnants of my night away.
I started a pot of coffee, but when I sat down on the couch to wait for it to brew, my long night caught up with me and soon I was asleep under a warm blanket in my living room.
I don't know how long I had been napping, when a knock at the backdoor rousted me.
It was Jen. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants that framed her ass spectacularly, and a T-shirt that was at least a size too small for her breasts. It was about as sexual as an outfit good enough to wear the grocery store could look.
"I've been calling you for two hours," she said. "Why didn't you answer? Is Missy here?"
"What? No. I was taking a nap," I replied.
Jen glanced over the still-hot pot of coffee on the counter. I took the hint and offered her a cup.
We took our coffee to the living room and curled up on opposite end of my couch. With Jen's legs tucked up around her, I could see the tight material stretch across her crotch. I gripped my cup of coffee tightly and resisted the urge to dive between her legs.
"Did you fuck her?" she asked.
"What? No 'thanks for coming last night,'" I said, "you are just going to jump into it?"
"You are avoiding the question."
"I was a perfect gentleman," I lied. "I walked her to her car, just like you asked. We had a lovely chat on the way and in the parking garage. That's all."
Jen looked amused. I couldn't tell if it was because she knew I was lying or if she knew something I didn't, or even if she was just relieved I hadn't fucked her husband's secretary.
"So no making out, pushed up her car? You didn't grab her ass or try to touch those big ol' titties?"
"No. And I don't think she wanted me to," I lied, again. "But I'm not great a picking up on subtle hints from women, either. You know that."
"That's too bad," Jen said. "I'm sure you took notice of those tits in that dress last night. How could you not?"
"They are something. I thought it was less a dress and more a marvel of modern engineering."

I noticed Jen had let one of her hands fall into her lap as we talked. It
was dangerously close to her crotch, and for a minute I had this vision of
her putting her hands inside her yoga pants and touching herself while
thinking of Missy. My dick started to stir, covered only by the thin
running shorts I'd thrown on after my shower. I tried to sit so my
half-hard dick wasn't completely obvious.

"It's OK if you fuck her, you know. I won't be mad."

"What about Jim?" I asked. "I assume he wouldn't like that too much."

"He did tell her that clients were off limits when he hired her," Jen
said. "I know that more than a few of his clients have done everything but
beg her to go out on a date."

"Do you ever worry that Jim might be interested in her?" I asked.

"I've never worried about him sleeping with someone else," she said. "He
gets all the pussy he wants at home. But I can't blame him for looking. Can
you imagine having those titties rubbed in your face? I mean, wow."

I was struck by another vision, this time of Missy and Jen rolling around
in bed together, just as Missy wanted. My dick didn't stay at half mast any
longer, tenting my shorts even as I tried to contain it.

Neither Jen or I said anything for a moment, lost in our own thoughts,
until Jen set her empty cup on an end table.

"So, will you eat my pussy, even if it isn't full of my husband's cum? All
this talk has got me worked up."

I was struck by the similarity to the question Missy had asked not 12 hours
before. I nodded my consent.

"Get on the floor," she said.

I did as I was told, my dick pushing against the material of my shorts.

"I see I'm not the only one turned on," Jen said, as she squatted over my
face. "I bet you can't wait to jerk that hard cock, can you?"

"I have other things to attend to first," I said as she started to rub her
still clothed crotch across my face.

"You are damn right you do."

I could smell her arousal through her yoga pants and feel the warmth of her
sex.

She pushed down onto my face, grinding her pussy on my face. I let her do
all the work. If Jen wanted to fuck my face, even with her pants still on,
I was happy to let her.

I'm not sure if it was her making her pants damp from the inside, or me
wetting them from the outside when I tried to push my tongue through the
fabric, but soon she was soaked. Jen abruptly stood, pulling off her shirt
to reveal the same black bra that she'd worn that night in the hot tub.

I tried to be subservient to her, but I couldn't wait. I got to my knees,
pulled her pants and panties -- a tiny black lace g-string -- past her
knees and pushed her back onto the couch.

I grabbed her calves and pushed them over her legs up over her head,
framing her exposed snatch, wet and open, between her thighs.

I literally dove into her crotch, burying my face in her pussy. Creampie or
no, I loved eating her out.

Jen moaned as my tongue flicked across her clit. But I wasn't ready to push
her toward orgasm just yet.

I trailed my tongue down her slit, letting in slip inside her pussy before
I zeroed in on her ass.

I pushed against her rosebud, licking and probing her backdoor as he gasped
and writhed beneath me.

"Ooooh. Yeah. That's it," Jen moaned. "Eat that ass."

I kept work her tight hole, licking and kissing and sucking, until my
tongue began to slip inside her. Jen was moaning and cooing and enjoying
every minute of it.

Until her phone started ringing.

"That's Jim," she said, pushing me away and rolling toward her phone, which
was laying on the end table.. "I better get it."

I sat on the floor, not 18 inches from her sex, as she lay on her stomach
and talked to her husband.

"How was your round?" she asked. "Are you headed home?"

As she listened, she pulled her knees toward her belly and sat up.

"No, I just left," she said. "I've got some shopping to do, and there's a
sale at the lingerie store at the mall that I want to check out. I won't be
home for a few hours."

She finished the call and looked back at me, still on the floor.

"We gotta hurry up. Jim is leaving the golf course and will be home in 20
minutes. I need to be gone by then."

We wiggled around until I was on the couch below her. I think we were both
wishing she'd taken her shoes and pants completely off, but there was no
time for that now.

She settled back onto my face and I immediately locked my lips around her
clit, sucking gently. I slipped two fingers into her pussy.

"That's it. Make me cum." she gasped. "Make me cum. Make me cum. Make me
... oh, shit. Oh, shit. I'm cummmmmmmmming."

Jen ground her sex onto my face as her orgasm rocked her body. Her hands
grabbed my head and pulled me tight against her pussy, so tightly I thought
I might lose consciousness.

It was awesome.

She didn't enjoy it very long before jumping up and trying to pull herself
together.

"I gotta go," she said. "Thanks for the orgasm. Even if I have to go home
and change my pants."

"It was my pleasure," I replied.

"You should pursue Missy if you are interested," she said. "And don't worry
about Jim. I'll run interference if he finds out."

She breezed out my back door toward her house. I don't think she'd been
gone more than 5 minutes, when I got a text from Jim: Almost home. Wanna
come over?

Sure, I replied.

"Come on. I'm going to jump in the shower."

I changed my shorts, which were sticky with precum from my session with his
wife, but not before slipping on a pair of pink lace thong panties. My cock
was still sticky, and my new underwear clung to them as I pulled them up. I
loved the sensation.

Jim was just coming down the stairs, wrapped only in a towel, as I let
myself in.

"Let's go downstairs to the media room," he said, and I followed.

Jim dropped his towel, and sat naked on a oversized loveseat in front of a
massive screen. He reached for a remote and ESPN came up on the screen.

I didn't need to be asked. I dropped my shorts and shirt, leaving only my
pretty pink panties on my body.

"Nice," Jim said, spreading his legs, an erection growing between them.

I dropped to my knees and licked his growing shaft.

"Jen is gone shopping for a few hours, so we can take our time today," he
said.

I responded by taking his cock head into my mouth and flicking my tongue
along the underside, while gently sucking.

"That's good," Jim said, his hand cupping the back of my head.

I let his cock slip farther into my mouth, enjoying the sensation as his
dick pushed against the back of my throat. I started to work his dick in
and out, as the taste of his precum started to build, replacing the
remnants of his wife's pussy in my mouth.

It wasn't long before Jim pushed me away.

"I need a break," he said. "I don't want to come yet."

I spent a few minutes kissing his balls, with the occasional lick up his
shaft.

"So, did my secretary let you into her panties last night?" he asked.

I continued to lick at his dick.

"No," I lied, just as I had to his wife. "I walked her to her car, went
home, and jerked off."

"You can fuck her if you want," Jim said, as I went back to taking his cock
into my mouth. "You can grab that big round ass and suck those giant
titties, oooooohhhh, whatever you, or she, wants."

I took him as deep into my throat as I could before letting all but the tip
slip from my lips and then making the trip back down again.

Jim groaned his approval.

"Do you not find her attractive?" he asked. "You've not given up on women,
have you?"

I shook my head, while trying to keep my cocksucking rhythm.

"Which is it?" Jim asked.

I popped off his dick.

"I haven't given up on women," I said. "But I'm not sure she'd be
interested in me."

"Give it a shot," he said. "On one condition: If you get to see those
titties up close and personal, you have to tell me all about it."

I was already back on his dick, sucking away, so I just said 'uh-huh"
around his shaft.

"It's funny," Jim said. "I've really wanted to fuck her. But I do love the
way she shows off those boobs."

I kept up my ministrations on his dick.

"To tell you the truth, I've had this fantasy about her, on her knees, as I
jerked off all over her face and titties," he said. "God, I'd love to see
my cum all over them."

Jim's cock had swollen in my mouth, and I thought he might be close to an
orgasm. But he pushed me away once more.

But I'd had enough playing around. I need his cum in my mouth.

I pushed his dick into my mouth and sucked, working him quickly. Jim
couldn't contain himself. He grabbed the back of my head, and pushed me
deep onto his dick.

"You want my cum?" He said. "You want it? You want it? Ohhhh, shit, take
it, take it. Swallow my dick."

His cock exploded in my mouth, filling it with his ejaculate. I swallowed
hard, trying to keep up.

I held on to his softening shaft, until he pushed me away.

"My, aren't we a little needy today?" Jim said with a grin.

"I want what I want," I replied.

We settled onto the oversized couches and each zoned out while the TV
played above us. Jim, I assumed, was basking in the glow of the orgasm I'd
given him, while I was trying to figure out just what the hell was going
on.

Why did Jim and Jen both want me to fuck Missy, but not tell the other? If
I did tell one of them the truth, which one should it be? Or both?

And, What did Missy want from me? I was doing all I could to juggle Jim and
Jen's sexual needs, was I a fool to try and take on a third partner? Or was
last night a one-time thing for her?

I got my answer soon enough.

My phone vibrated with a text message. It was from Missy.

I opened it casually, so as not to draw interest from Jim.

It was a photo, tightly cropped to only show a woman's crotch. Missy's
crotch. The panties that covered her sex were pulled tight across the lips
of her pussy, giving a teasing hint to what lay beneath.

"Be here at 8. Bring dinner. I've got our desert."
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My Secret Service, Chapter 7
I left Jim to his TV, his well-sucked cock laying limp between his legs,
and went home for my second shower of the day.

As I dried, I considered what to wear. Missy liked seeing me in panties,
and her text left little doubt (even to me) that we would be undressing
soon.

But I didn't have many pairs, and most of the ones that belonged to me were
dirty. I settled on a pair of red lace thong panties that Jen had worn and
discarded one day after I ate her husband's cum from her pussy.

I topped my panties with the uniform of a middle-aged man headed for a
date: khakis and a dress shirt and then headed out.

I stopped at a liquor store near my house and bought some craft beer and an
inexpensive bottle of wine, before hitting up a Thai place a few blocks
from Missy's place for dinner.

She met me at the door in a black maxi skirt that framed her wide hips and
a white cotton shirt unbuttoned to show the tops of her beautiful
breasts. With a quick peck on my cheek, she led me to the kitchen where I
set our sustenance on the counter.

"Mmmm. I love Thai food," she said. "There's a place just around the corner
that I eat at all the time."

"I got this from Spice Alley," I said. "I hope that's OK."

"That's the place."

She put the wine in the refrigerator, grabbed two beers and our food and
led me to her small dining table.

As we settled in to eat, she asked, casually, "How was your day?"

"Busier than expected," I said. "I fell asleep on the couch, but Jen woke
me up banging on my back door."

"I'd let her bang on my backdoor," Missy said with a grin. "Did she have a
load of Jim's cum for you?"

My face turned red. On one hand, I couldn't believe I was sitting across
from this beautiful woman -- who'd had amazing sex with me less than 24
hours before -- talking about eating her bosses' cum from his wife's
pussy. On the other hand, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"Don't be embarrassed," Missy said when I didn't answer right away.

"She didn't have a creampie for me," I said. "But she did want to talk
about you."

It was Missy's turn to pause.

"What did she say?"

"She asked how our night went after we left the party. And the she asked if
we had sex."

"What did you say?"

"I lied. I think she believed me."

Missy took a long pull from her beer bottle.

"Did she say anything else?"

"She told me that if I got the chance, I should totally sleep with you."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. She said that I would be a fool to pass on a chance to see your
naked body and rub my face in your tits."

Missy's left hand had been laying in her lap as we ate. I thought I noticed
a bit of movement, even though I couldn't see under the table's edge. A
brief look of excitement flashed across her face.

"Then what?" she asked.

"Then she asked me to eat her out because all the sex talk had her horny."

"And?"

"So I did. In my living room."

Missy flashed me a grin.

"You are such a slut. You'll go down on anybody."

I grinned back.

"I guess I should confess that she wasn't the only one I served today," I
said. "After Jen left, Jim called and I went over and took care of him,
too."

As I gave her the details of my cocksucking session with her boss, I was
pretty sure she was quietly touching herself under the table. I tried to
look her in the eye while we talked, but I couldn't help but glance at her
arm, looking for movement.

When I finished my story, she pushed back from the table.

"Well, Jen isn't the only one that gets worked up with all this sex talk,"
she said. "Excuse me for a moment."

I cleared our dishes from the table, tossing the beer bottles, depositing
the leftovers in the fridge before turning my attention to the dishes.

That's where Missy found me, at the sink, finishing the rinse on our
plates.

"Mmmm," she said. "There's nothing sexier than a man doing dishes."

She kissed my neck and my body instantly bristled with goosebumps. I tried
to turn to her, but she had me pinned against the cabinets. She continued
to kiss me as her hands reached around and unbuttoned my shirt.

When her fingers brushed past my nipples, I moaned. Loudly.

My cock stiffened in my panties and I could already feel the precum
bubbling out of my erection.

Missy's fingers drifted away from my nipples and I immediately missed her
ministrations. She unbuttoned my pants, pushing them down to my thighs.

Her hand slipped inside my panties, pulling the sticky fabric away from my
straining cock.

"You're all wet," she whispered in my ear. "So am I."

She eased away from me, and spun me around. She was wearing a sheer white
babydoll that d****d off her large breasts, her erect nipples visible
through the thin fabric. Underneath, she was wearing a matching white lace
thong.

She kissed me, hard, her tongue pushing between my lips. I ran my hand
along the inside of her thigh, past her panty-covered pussy. I could feel
the heat through the lace.

Missy pushed me to my knees. With my pants still bunched around them, It
wasn't as easy as it sounds.

She pulled the back of my head toward her crotch and breathed in deeply,
taking in the scent of her sex.

I kissed and nuzzled her snatch through the tiny panties, letting my tongue
trace across her uncovered outer labia. She pulled me tighter to her body,
grinding her pussy in my face until I started seeing stars.

She let me go, and I quietly tried to catch my breath. She turned away from
me and placed her hands on her knees.

I knew what she wanted. I buried my face between her ass cheeks, my tongue
tracing the thin strip of fabric that ran between them. I grabbed the
globes of her round behind and spread them so I could get better access to
her crack.

"Ohhhh, yeah. Eat that ass," she moaned.

I pulled the thong to the side, holiding it out of the way with my thumb as
the rest of my hand kept her spread open.

When the tip of my tongue glanced across her waiting rosebud, she let out a
yelp. I kept up with my long strokes, down as close to her pussy as I could
reach, up across her asshole and up to the top of her crack.

Each time I slipped past her backdoor, she groaned and shivered with
pleasure.

But soon, she pushed me away.

"I need to cum," she said. "Now."

I lay flat on the floor, and Missy stood over me. She lowered her soaked
pussy to my waiting face, and I slipped my tongue inside her sex. She
tasted amazing. Sweet and sweaty. My cock, which had gone limp, laying in a
pool of precum in my panties, began to stir.

Missy wasn't k**ding about wanting to cum. She positioned herself so that
her clit was on my tongue.

"Suck it," she commanded. "Suck me and make me cum on your face."

I willingly complied. pulling her engorged button between my lips.

Missy began to rock back and forth.

I flicked my tongue across her clit as I sucked harder.

"Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh, yeah," she said, her hips bucking harder and
harder. "Just like that. Just. Like. That."

Just then, her hips locked and I could feel her body stiffen above me as
her orgasm ripped through her. Her hand grabbed the top of my head, her
fist clenching my hair as she rode the wave of pleasure.

I tried to hold still, neither sucking her clit harder, nor letting go. I
knew that holding as still as possible would let her stay in the moment as
long as possible.

When she started to come down, she lifted her soaked pussy from my face. I
was covered in her juices, but I didn't make any move to wipe them away.

She stood, took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

"Get undressed," she said.

I quickly dropped my clothes, leaving only the red panties.

"Lay down," she said.

I settled into the middle of her queen-sized bed. Missy walked to the end
of the bed and stood looking over me. Her panties were gone, dropped on the
kitchen floor, I assumed. She pulled her negligee over her head, her
pendulous breasts bouncing as she set them free.

Missy crawled onto the bed, and between my legs. Her hair -- and then her
breasts -- brushing across my legs. She brought her face near my panties
and I could feel her breath through the fabric, but she never touched my
crotch.

She continued up my body, planting a series of kisses on my chest and neck,
but nowhere near my sensitive nipples. When she reached my face, I felt her
tongue sc**** across my chin and cheek, which were still sticky from
cunnilingus in the kitchen.

When she kissed my mouth, she pushed her tongue between my lips.

"My goodness, my pussy tastes good," she said, breaking our kiss. "Don't
you think?"

I murmured my agreement as she sat up, centering her exposed sex over my
panty-covered cock.

Her fingers found my nipples and she let her nails scratch across them. I
moaned and arched my back, my dick straining against the lace.

"You have the most sensitive nipples of any man I've ever met," she said,
as her fingers rubbed and tugged, making me moan and groan with pleasure.

She reached between her legs and shifted my cock, stiff and leaking copious
amounts of precum, so that it lined up with her pussy. As she stroked my
nipples, her wet snatch ground against my dick.

It was almost too much to take. I kept shifting, trying to get my throbbing
erection away from her, even for a moment. Those brief respites were all
that was keeping me from cumming in my thong.

Missy let me move away, but only for a moment before she would catch my
bulge with her pussy and began my inevitable trip over the edge.

"I want you to do something for me," she said, pressing harder against my
cock.

"Anything," I said, panting heavily and trying not to come too soon.

"I'm glad you said that," she said. "But I need you to promise."

"What is it?"

"Promise me you do as I ask."

"What is it," I said again.

"Just say you'll do it."

I hesitated. Missy upped the ante, reaching between my legs and pushing my
panties to the side. She grabbed my erection and held it just millimeters
away from her wet, open pussy.

"Say it. Say you'll do it."

I couldn't hold out.

"Yes. Yes. Anything you ask."

Missy impaled herself on my cock, and returned her fingers to my
nipple. I'm not sure my cock had even completely sheathed itself when my
orgasm wracked my body. I grabbed her hips and pushed against her as hard
as I could, my cum shooting from my cock as I screamed her name.

As I began to come down, Missy never moved. My cock was shrinking rapidly
and soon slipped from her folds.

"Are you ready for my request?" she asked.

I nodded.

"I want to watch you suck Jim's dick."

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My Secret Service, Chapter 8
Missy didn't give me any time to think about what I'd just said.

Even as my cock leaked the last of my load and started to shrink, she
lifted off me and slid forward, planting her cum-filled pussy on my waiting
face.

I worked hard to catch as much of my cum as it fell from her, but I'm
afraid I missed nearly as much as ended up in my mouth. Soon, my face was a
slick mess of my cum and her juices, which provided some lubrication as she
ground her sex on my face.

The pace of her hips quickened as her orgasm approached.

"That's it. Eat it. Eat it. Eat that cum," Missy moaned as she fucked my
face. "Take it. Take it. Ooooh, shit."

The sex mix on my face, coupled with Missy's full weight pressing her pussy
into my nose and mouth made it harder and harder to catch a breath.

As she rode me, I could feel the tickle of oxygen deprivation starting to
fog my mind.

Just then, she arched her back and screamed, her second orgasm of the night
rippling through her body.

When she rolled off me, I don't know which of us worked harder to catch our
breath.

I guess I was lost in my thoughts about my promise to let Missy watch me
suck Jim's cock. I didn't notice her get up from the darkened bedroom. In
fact, it wasn't until she walked back into the room, still naked, carrying
a hand towel and two fresh glasses of wine that I noticed her.

She climbed into the bed and kissed me as she leaned over to put one of the
glasses on the table on my side.

"Mmmm," she said, licking her lips. "We taste good."

She offered me the towel, which I used to wipe the sex from face. I would
have preferred to just let it dry, a reminder of the encounter with this
enchanting woman, but it seemed rude.

As we cuddled in the bed, she wiggled around until she was curled beside
me, her head laying against my abdomen.

She let her fingertips play along my skin, from my thighs, up over my belly
and across my chest.

We hadn't said much since she'd come back to bed, instead enjoying the
warmth of our bodies next to each other and the afterglow of our
lovemaking.

Finally, she whispered.

"I'm excited to watch you suck his dick."

As she spoke, her fingernails trailed across my nipple just as the word
"dick" fell from her lips.

I could feel the shockwave -- of her words and her fingers -- straight
through my own manhood.

Immediately my dick started to stiffen slightly and leak precum.

"But, how? When? Where?" I asked. "I don't think your boss is going to
appreciate you spying on him.Not to mention that I told you about what we
do."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," she said. "I'm sure we can figure out a
way for me to see you take his hard cock between your lips. You just worry
about being ready when the time comes."

"Perhaps I could set up a small camera in my house, or you could hide one
in his office," I offered. "Then you could watch from somewhere else."

"No. No way, she said, pinching at my nipple, which only served to make my
dick leak harder. "I want to be close enough to hear you slurp on his cock,
to hear him encourage you to take his dick deep in your throat."

The idea of her being near enough to see and hear those things both
terrified and excited me. I didn't think much about it there, but it was
becoming clear I would do whatever she wanted, however she wanted, whenever
she wanted.

And even if my mouth said differently, my now hard, leaking cock told the
truth.

"So how do you see this working?" I asked, as her fingers left my nipples
and trailed across my body until they found my erection, causing another
moan to escape my lips.

"Oh, that's easy," she said. "He calls and tells you he's on his way. You
slip into your prettiest little panties and assume the "good girl" position
with your back to the door, while I --"

"Good girl position?"

"On your knees, the back of your pretty little panties facing him as he
comes in. If you've chosen wisely, say, a sexy little g-string, the sight
of them clinging to your ass will make him pause and consider whether he
want to watch his dick slip between your lips, or slide into your tight
little manpussy."

"But I don't ... we haven't ... He's never said he wants to."

Missy took her finger from where it had been lightly touching my dick and
brought it to my lips. I could feel the sticky precum on my face.

"Shhhhh. We'll come back to that," she said.

"He removes his clothes, leaving only his underwear covering his already
hard cock. You wait quietly. As he steps in front of you, you look up at
him above you, his eyes catching yours past the bulge in his pants.

"His hand finds the back of your head, pulling your face to his crotch. He
rubs his dick across your face as you kiss at it though his underwear."

Missy's fingers were back at my nipple, flicking it gently as she painted
her word picture. I groaned with pleasure, the precum now streaming down my
dick.

"But he's not there to tease you," she said. "He lets go and you reach for
his waistband, pulling his underwear down and letting his dick flop into
your face. After you help his free his ankles, you turn your face up and
kiss the underside of his cock head, showing your deference to the
superiority of his dick.

"You press your face into his crotch, kissing the balls that will soon feed
you the seed you desire. Your cock is stiff in your panties, but you dare
not spare any of your attention for it."

Missy had slid down until her face was near my crotch. She ran her fingers
up my shaft, collecting the flowing precum.

She lifted her hand above her head and rubbed the sticky solution onto my
nipple, sending me into a state of bliss. The act, so simple, seemed so
... dirty.

I loved it.

"You want to play," she said. "You want to run your tongue along the
underside of his shaft, to kiss and lick at his head.

With that, she leaned in and licked me just as she described. Despite my
recent orgasm, I could feel the pressure building.

But Missy wasn't thinking of my pleasure. She was still telling her story.

"He's not interested in your play," she said, her lips just inches from my
dick. "He wants to fill your mouth with his cum. You two aren't there for
you to fool around. You are there to suck his dick.

"Slowly, you slide his hard cock into your mouth, letting your lips and
tongue pleasure his shaft. You work his dick in and out of your mouth,
taking him as deep as you dare. He's moaning, you are moaning. I can hear
the sloppy sounds of his cock sliding in and out. I reach into my panties
and finger my wet pussy as you work his dick."

She gently gripped my erection, stroking me slowly as she spoke. I was
quivering at her touch, on the edge of cumming all over myself.

"His cock is swelling in your mouth. He grips the back of your head and
takes control. He's going to shoot soon. He's fucking your face, telling
you what a good cocksucker you are. Your mouth is filled with the taste of
his cock. He wants to cum. You need him to cum."

I was moaning now, shivering and shaking to her touch. I wasn't going to
last.

"Then he pushes deep into your mouth. He's going to blow."

Missy moved to take my dick deep into her mouth, pushing me over the
edge. My balls tightened and I came, filling her mouth.

"Ohhhh, shit," I moaned. "Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhh."

Missy held still as my cum filled her mouth. When she released my soft
dick, she slid up and planted a kiss on my lips, pushing her tongue into my
mouth.

My cum flooded into my mouth as our tongues swirled against each
other. Eventually, I swallowed the load I had just shot into her mouth.

"I love the way you think," I said.

* * * * *

We fell asleep, the taste of my ejaculate still in our mouths.

I awoke to sunshine illuminating the curtains and Missy's warm hand gently
touching my dick.

I didn't think I could go another round after the pair of powerful orgasms
just a few hours before.

I shifted onto my side and pushed her into her back. When my hand slid
along get thigh, I find her soaking wet.

I slipped two fingers inside her sopping hole, while my thumb began to
stroke her clit.

My lips found her erect nipple and I teased and sucked it as I worked her
pussy with my fingers.

Missy's hips rolled as I gently curled my fingers against her g-spot and
rubbed her clit. As she moved my pinkie brushed across her asshole.

She moaned, so I deliberately pushed against her rosebud.

"Yes," she whispered. "Oh, yes."

She grabbed my face and pulled me off her nipple. Our eyes locked.

"Put your finger in my ass," she demanded.

I dragged my pinkie across her perineum, wetting it with the juices flowing
from her pussy.

As I increased the rhythm of my fingers inside her and on her clit, I
pushed my pinkie against her ass.

My finger slipped into her tight channel and Missy began to buck against my
ministrations.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "Yesssss."

She went stiff and I could feel her pussy and ass contracting against my
fingers as she came.

She grabbed my thumb and pushed it away from her clit, but she didn't
release my fingers from inside her.

As she relaxed, I let my fingers slip from her, moving to where I could
give her a good morning kiss.

* * * * *

When I got home, I put a load of my panties in the washer and promptly fell
asleep in front of the TV as they washed.

I awoke with a start as my phone buzzed where I'd dropped it on my chest.

It was a text from Jen. When I clicked to open it, it was a photo. Of Jen's
leg. With a stream of cum running down her thigh.

The caption said, "Hungry?"

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My Secret Service, Chapter 9
It had been a few weeks since Missy first broached the subject of watching
me suck Jim's cock.

She hadn't mentioned it since and I'd not had the chance to even see
him. This was a busy time of year in his office, as Missy reminded me one
Friday night as she worked late and had to cancel our dinner plans.

She promised to come over as soon as she could, but as the clock ticked
closer to midnight, I left a key under the front door mat and crawled into
bed.

I must have been sleeping soundly, because I never heard her come in. I
awoke the next morning to find her snoring lightly beside me in bed.

I went downstairs to start some coffee and work on breakfast. I was
standing at the stove when Missy slipped up behind me and wrapped her arms
around me.

"Smells yummy," she said pressing her boobs against my back. I turned to
embrace her.

She apologized again for being so late as I got a cup and poured her some
coffee.

As we talked while I finished breakfast, I could hardly keep my eyes off
her. She was wearing a tight pair of skimpy cotton shorts and a thin white
T-shirt that was at least a size too small, so that her round bottom and
huge tits were always giving me a new angle from which to view them.

I could feel my cock jump when she reached up into the cabinet to get down
two plates and the fabric of her shorts drew up between her cheeks.

After we ate, we settled on the couch. Missy was tired after a long week,
she said. A quiet weekend in was just what she needed.

Eventually, she stretched out on the couch with her head in my lap. As we
watched tv, I began lightly massaging her head and chest. The neck of her
undersized shirt was too tight to get my hand into, and soon she sat up,
peeled off her shirt and exposed her lovely tits.

I continued to rub her now exposed chest more in a sensual manner than a
sexual one. After awhile, she flipped and rolled over, so that her legs
were in my lap, giving me access from her shoulder blades to her feet.

While I did let my hand run between the back of her thighs some, and I had
to remind myself not to only rub her bottom, I wasn't trying to come on to
her.

Plus, we had the rest of the weekend for sex.

I was lost in the repetition and motion of massaging her body, so when my
phone rang, I nearly jumped off the couch.

It was Jim. I showed Missy the phone screen.

"Answer it," she said.

"You home?" Jim asked after I said hello. "I thought I'd stop by."

Missy was shaking her head yes, as my heart jumped into my throat.

"Ok," I managed to get out.

As I was clicking off, Missy was up, digging through her purse, which was
sitting next to the couch.

"Here," she said, pushing something black and lacy into my palm. "Put these
on."

With a quick kiss, she hustled off to my office down the hall.

"I can see the couch," she called. "Keep him there."

I pulled off my pants and as I started to put on the panties Missy had
handed me, I realized they were crotchless.

By then, Jim was at the front door. I answered, in just my panties and a
T-shirt.

"Cute," he said as I led him to the couch. "And I thought Jen's panties
peeking our from under her shirt this morning turned me on."

"Thanks," I replied. "They're new."

Jim took off his pants and sat on the couch where Missy and I had been
laying not 5 minutes prior. I blushed as I dropped to my knees in front of
him.

"I know how much you like to suck me after I've fucked her," he said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a.glimpse of Missy's purse sticking
out from beside the couch. My heart raced, but there was no way to reach
it without being obvious.

Jim was lightly touching his semi-hard cock and I pushed his hand away. I
leaned in and kissed his shaft, letting my tongue slip between my lips to
caress his cock.

He hadn't been k**ding about Jen turning him on. I could smell the sex and
the familiar taste of their combined juices soon filled my mouth.

I took him into my mouth, savoring the flavor of his recent coupling with
his wife. As I worked his cock, Jim began to talk.

"This look like the kind of panties a girl wears when she wants to get
fucked," he said. "Is that what you want? Do like to be fucked?"

It's hard to have a conversation with a cock in your mouth, so I let his
dick slip from my mouth and slowly stoked him.

"I've never had a real cock," I said, kissing his dick's head. "Only toys.
But I loved them, so..."

Jim pushed my head back down onto his cock.

"So I could be first? Mmmmm. I like the sound of that," he said. "Maybe
I'll take your virginity. Would you like that?"

I murmured my assent without losing my oral service to his cock.

Jim kept talking, fantasizing aloud, but I started to lose track of what he
was saying. I was lost in the sensation of his cock filling my mouth. The
taste of his previous sex with his wife on his skin slowly gave way to the
taste of his precum in the back of my throat.

For a moment, I even forgot that my -- lover? fuckbuddy? girlfriend? -- was
watching me suck off her boss from just down the hall.

All I could focus on was his cock in my mouth and the joy I got from
servicing him. I wanted his cum and to feel his body stiffen as his seed
flooded my willing mouth. I picked up the pace hoping to get my reward.

But Jim had other ideas. He lifted my head from his crotch and pushed me
back until I was sitting back on my feet.

He stood and rubbed his wet, sticky cock on my face before pushing it
between my lips until my nose was buried in his crotch. Jim put his hand on
the back of my head and began pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.

I concentrated on breathing through my nose, letting him fuck my face.

As he pushed his cock deep into my throat, Jim began talking again.

"I'm going to fuck your little manpussy just like this," he said. "Show you
how much you love cock in your backside. Teach you to fuck like a champ."

Abruptly, he pulled out, but didn't let go of the back of my head.

"Look at me," he commanded. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to
fuck you."

"I want it," I panted, as he began to stroke his dick with his other
hand. "I want you to take my virginity. Teach me to take your cock. Fuck me
like the slut I am."

"Oh, yeah," he moaned as he fisted his dick. "I want to pound that little
hole until I turn you into my little full-service cumslut."

"Please," I said. "Give it to me. Give me your cum."

Jim's arm was flying now, his cock just inches from my face. I opened my
mouth as wide as I could, and with a grunt, Jim started shooting his
load. Most of it landed in my open mouth, but it also sprayed across my
face.

When he was done. Jim picked up his pants and got dressed as I sat there,
his cum on my face, and watched.

He didn't stick around for small-talk. I stood up and trailed him to the
door.

"We'll talk more about all this," he said. "Soon."

He'd no more than shut the door behind him when Missy grabbed me from
behind and spun me around. She was naked and as she pulled me in, I could
feel the heat emanating from between her legs.

"That. Was. So. Fucking. Hot," she said as she kissed me, pushing her
tongue into my mouth. "I had to sit on my hands to keep from touching my
pussy anymore. I didn't think I could cum without screaming."

Her lips left mine and she licked some of the drying cum from my chin.

"Mmmm," she said. "Did you like that? Him shooting all over your face?"

I nodded.

"Somebody else liked it, too," she said, reaching between my legs and
running her fingers across a wet spot on my thigh where I'd been leaking
precum.

"I knew those panties were a good purchase," she said. "Now he wants to
fuck you. I can't wait to see that."

Missy turned away and took my hand.

"I want to talk more about watching you suck dick," she said. "But first I
need to get off. Take me upstairs and make me cum until I can't take it
anymore."

She'd gotten two steps up the stairs when there was a knock at the door. We
both froze.

I gingerly stepped back and peeked around the corner at the foyer. Through
the glass on the side of the door, I could make out a female figure.

"I think it's Jen," I whispered to Missy.

Missy stepped down pulled my T-shirt over my head and wiped the evidence of
Jen's husband's recent visit off my face.

"Answer it," she said, and scurried up the stairs.

Jen knocked a second time, but I just stood there. Was I really going to
answer the door wearing nothing but a pair of crotchless panties, not 10
minutes after her husband had ejaculated on my face?

My mind started to race. What if she knew I was sucking her husband's cock?
Would she be upset? Did she think, as twisted as it sounded, that I had
betrayed her?

And on top of that, a very aroused woman was waiting for me upstairs.
Seeing me suck dick had clearly excited her, but would seeing me with
another woman be different? This felt like a watershed moment in my life.

Jen knocked again. I had to make a decision.

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My Secret Service, Chapter 10
I tried to hide the fact that I was only wearing about half a pair of panties when I answered the door.
"Were you busy?" Jen asked as she stepped past me into the foyer. "I've been standing out there forev..."
I could feel my face turning red as she stared at my exposed crotch.
"What are these?" she asked.
I stammered for a reply.
"Missy gave them to me. She, uh, wanted me to wear them," I said.
"Is she here?" Jen asked, glancing first into the living room and then up the stairs.
"No," I lied. "She asked me to take a picture wearing them and I was trying to get one where I don't look ridiculous."
Jen started laughing, and after a moment, so did I.
"They are very slutty," she said, echoing her husband's recent comment. "Grab your phone and I'll help you."
I retrieved my phone from the couch, not three feet from where Missy's purse was tucked in beside.
"Let's go upstairs," Jen said. "I've got something you can help me with, too."
I looked for signs of Missy as we entered my bedroom, but I didn't see her. I hoped wherever she was hiding would be good enough to hide my lie to Jen.
She led me to the bed and told me to lie down. Jen slipped off the yoga pants and T-shirt she was wearing, leaving only a pair of red lace-bottomed panties and a matching bra. I could see why Jim had been turned on, she looked stunning, and I told her so.
"Jim thought so, too," she said with a smile.
She reached between her legs and let her fingers slip inside her underwear, drawing them across her sex. I could see the glistening mixture of their lovemaking on her fingers as she brought them to my lips.
I hungrily licked her fingers, enjoying the familiar taste.
She slipped out of her panties and handed them to me as she took my phone.
"Clean them and touch yourself," she said.
I did as she asked, licking the damp crotch of her panties as I lightly caressed my cock. I needed to be careful, it wouldn't take much for me to shoot my cum all over.
I could hear my phone clicking away and I stopped what I was doing.
"Don't worry," Jen said. "These are for me. We'll get something for your girlfriend in a bit."
She stepped to the foot of the bed and clicked away, before taking closeups of my erection in the crotchless panties and then my face, covered in hers.
Jen crawled onto the bed and threw her leg over my torso, backing her pussy into my face.
I licked her from her clit to her rosebud and she moaned with delight. I took a few quick licks across her backside, but I knew that my reward was inside her pussy.
As I probed her hole with my tongue, I could feel Jim's cum sliding into my mouth. I licked and sucked at her pussy, trying to draw out all I could.
Jen grabbed my hand and moved back to my crotch, squeezing it around my dick. I started slowing touching myself and I could hear my phone camera clicking again.
Jen pulled away after a few minutes and countless photos. She turned around and remounted my face.
"That's enough for her," she said. "Make me cum."
I slid my hand up under her bottom and pushed my thumb inside her pussy as I focused in on her clit.

As her hips began to gyrate, she grabbed my head and pulled it tight to her
pussy. I took that as my cue and began sucking at her clit, increasing the
pressure as she bucked and moaned above me.

"Suck it, Suck it. Ohhhh. Yes." she moaned. "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Ohhhhhh."

Her body stiffened and she stopped moving as her orgasm radiated from her
sex. I could feel her internal muscles spasming on my thumb and I slowly
decreased the suction on her most sensitive spot until she finally rolled
off of me.

After catching her breath, Jen got up and began getting dressed. She took
my phone and from the tapping, I surmised she was sending some of the
pictures she'd shot via text. She paused for a second, flipping through the
photos I assumed, before repeating the process.

"I hope your girlfriend likes the pictures," she said. "I sent her ones
that looked like they could be selfies. The rest I sent to myself."

As she was talking, I could have sworn I heard a faint tone coming from
downstairs.

Missy's phone. If Jen noticed, she didn't let on.

She said her good-byes and I walked her to the door. When she was gone, I
ran upstairs.

"She's gone," I called. "Where are you?"

"In here," Missy said.

I found her in the spare bedroom, on the far side of the bed. From her
hiding spot, she could see into my bedroom, but with the curtains drawn,
somebody would have had to have been looking closely to see her in the
dark.

She was on her knees, legs spread. I helped her onto the bed and I could
see the bright red bite marks on web of her left hand.

"I couldn't help myself," she said. "I was already so ramped up when Jim
left and when she pushed her ass into your face, I had to get off."

"And this?" I asked, holding her hand.

She moved her hand toward her mouth, as if to mimic her previous actions.

"I was trying to be quiet. I had to bite down on my hand to keep from
screaming when I came the first time."

"The first time?"

"Oh, yeah. I came when she made you touch yourself while you ate her
pussy," she said with a grin. "And then I came again when she did."

She held her other hand to my face and I could smell the lingering scent of
her pussy on her fingers. I kissed her palm.

"Sorry you had to take of yourself," I said.

Missy laughed and pushed me out of bed.

"Go get my phone," she said.

I complied, and when I came back upstairs, she was back in my room, sitting
on the edge of the bed.

She looked at the three photos Jen had sent her from my phone, but she
wanted to see the rest. I handed her my phone and stood in front of her as
she flipped through my photo collection.

As she browsed, Missy reached up with her other hand and began teasing my
nipple. My body shuddered in response and my cock started to stiffen. When
she grabbed my erect nub and pulled, I moaned. Loudly.

Missy tossed the phone on the bed and pulled me closer. Her mouth replaced
her fingers on my left nipple, dropping instead to my hard-on, while her
other hand began pulling on my right.

She slotted my erection between her breasts and squeezed hard as she
pumped. I grabbed onto her shoulder for support. I wasn't going to last any
time at all.

She pumped my dick faster, sucking and biting at my nipple while pulling on
the other. The pain was perfect.

I came, shooting my load between her tits, my mouth open but no noise came
out. The orgasm was consuming all of my body's energy and focus.

As I started to come down, Missy leaned down and sucked the head of my
cock, getting some of the cum that had pooled on it. She sucked it into her
mouth and then turned her face for me to kiss her, giving my my deposit
back with her tongue.

She fell back on the bed and I slid atop her, licking and cleaning my cum
from her chest. After I found all I could, I started to move down between
her legs, intent on giving her my best cunnilingus.

But she stopped me, pulling me up to her face.

"We need to talk first," she said.

I paused. Immediately, I assumed the worst.

There was a stretch of silence that I found almost deafening.

"So," she said. "I'm your girlfriend?"