On the Job · Part 2

On the Job · Part 2 (2/2)
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"My finger sticks to my skin a little when I rub my ass hole, Al. I wish I had some of your white, creamy sperm there to lubricate it. That hot white spunk will make my ass hole so slippery." My penis twitched and I started jerking off faster. She bent over a little more and wiggled a little closer to me, so her ass hole was an inch or two from my cock head.

"I want your wet cum on me, on my asshole, Al. Creamy cum, burning cum flowing up the length of your shaft." She spread her cheeks even wider and relaxed her ass hole so it opened a little. Her fingers kept poking and stroking her crack and ass hole. "I want your hot cream, Al. I can hardly wait for you to empty your balls on me, Al. For you to pump your cum into my ass hole."

I was jerking furiously, and I could tell my explosion was just a few strokes away. All of the sudden, she cried "Stop!", dropped her dress back down, and turned to face me. I froze in mid-stoke. "Don't cum yet, Al. Save it for me. Save it. Stop."

I stopped and sighed heavily. My penis was involuntarily spasming. "Sit down and take some deep breaths, Al. We'll do more later. I promise. Now relax, Al. Sit down and relax. That's it." She sat on the desk facing me with her legs hanging over the edge, but with her crotch covered by her dress.

"See how hot I can get you, Al?"

"Uh-huh,", I panted, trying to catch my breath.

"It's better if you save it, Al. Your orgasm will be that much more intense later." She paused, looking at me with a friendly expression. "Do you like how I dominate you, Al?"

"Yes," I panted. "Very much."

She smiled. "Well, thank you." She then got a bit more serious and said, "Now we need to talk." I looked up, expectantly. "Al, I want to do a lot more with you tonight."

"I do, too."

"Good. Can you come home with me and stay over night?"

"Well, yeah… of course… I'd love to!"

"Very good! If you didn't I'd let you cum right here, but since you do, I want you to wait. You should know that I'm going to drive you wild. You will cum several times, so don't hold back… don't worry that your first orgasm will be your last, 'cause it won't. I'm an expert at this… I'm probably more knowledgeable about how your sexual organs work than you do. I guarantee that you will cum at least twice and maybe many times more. You will do things you'll never done before, and feel pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

"Well, how could I refuse an offer like that?"

"Oh, it would be easy… all you'd have to do is say 'no'. But you didn't, and I'm glad. You're not going to regret this, Al. What we did just now was only a taste. I barely even got started." She hopped off the desk. "So come on, Al. Get dressed and let's get going. Do you have a car?"

I started putting my pants back on. "No, I take the train."

"OK. Well, I'll drive, then. Can you stay until tomorrow morning or afternoon?"

"Well… uh, sure. I haven't got any plans."

"Good, Al. You're going to *love* this!"

I finshed tying my shoes and we left. She unlocked the door and I followed her out to the elevators. "Let me walk in front of you, Al, so you can look at my ass."

Wow! "Uh… thanks!" She swayed her ass sexily and seductively for me. We took the elevator down to the garage. On the way down I asked her about herself, where she lived, etc. She's 25 and divorced. Her husband and she had been sexually incompatible. She was taking me to the house of some rich friends. She was housesitting for them for the next couple months. It was about an hour away.

We got down to the garage, which was deserted. She got to her car and turned to face me. "It looks like we're alone here, Al, and I can hear if anyone shows up." She turned her back to me, hiked up her dress, looked over her shoulder, and once again started gyrating her hips, rubbing and spreading her ass cheeks, and fingering her crack and ass hole. "Don't touch your penis yet, Al. Just look at my ass. Feel the heat rising in your cock and look at me. Your cock is throbbing, Al. Don't touch it. Just look at my ass and feel your sweet cum boiling in your balls." She silently continued her ass show for a few moments, and then, "Good. I can see you starting to get hard in your pants.

Feel that hot sperm inside of you." She dropped her dress and turned around to face me. My cock was pushing the front of my pants straight out. "Your prick is sticking out. I like seeing you like this. Now let's go. I want to get you home and see you nude." She opened my door, and then she went around to the driver's side and got in and shut her door. I was still standing there, dumbfounded. "C'mon, Al. Get in." I obeyed, shut the car door, and we drove off.

After we got out on the road she pulled out a half-smoked joint and lit it up. "Want some?" she offered. I accepted and we smoked it down. It was pretty good, and after a few more minutes I was nicely stoned. As usually happens when I'm high and horny, I got intensely turned on. But as also usually happens, I get paranoid. I was happy but nervous before I started smoking, but now the nervousness increased to the point that it was almost unbearable.

"Al, take off your pants." she suddenly said. I literally jumped. "You are *so* nervous!" She said, smiling. "I'm really not going to hurt you."

I was practically shaking and my voice was quivering. "I-It's just th-that I get so paranoid when I'm on dope. And sex always makes me nervous anyway."

"Why is that?"

I'm glad she wanted to talk. "Well… I'm just, just insecure, you know, and almost all my life sex was something I did alone… away from others. I had to hide from my parents, and I was always shy and never went on dates or anything, and…"

"So you pretty much kept to yourself as a child and masturbated to escape?"

"Well, yes… but not only as a child, but as an adult, too… even nowadays." Talking about being nervous made me even more nervous. My voice was quivering. But I had the urge to make myself understood, which is often the way I tried to deal with my anxiety. It's a bad habit… it doesn't work.

She appeared to notice my anxiety and became thoughtful for a moment. Then, she said, "Well, listen, Al. I want to try to reassure you. We're alone here. No one knows this is happening. It's our secret and it will stay that way. OK?"

"OK." I took a deep breath in an effort to calm down.

"You're perfectly safe with me. You may not believe me, but it's true. You'll see as time goes on." I nodded. "Now listen carefully to this, Al."

"What turns me on is to escape, too. I am an outgoing person and I do go out a lot, but sexually I am often frustrated because of men who fear my dominant nature. You turn me on because you let me be in control, and you *want* me to be in control."

I felt a wave of fear, but I forced myself to reply. "Well, yeah… that's true… I *do* want you to be… to be in control… basically. But although I get turned on by… by you being in control, it also scares me 'cause… 'cause I'm *out* of control. It's a paradox."

"Oh, I know. That paradox is always there. But you have to remember two things: first, I have no intention of hurting you. I know you can't simply believe that because I say it, but I'm a nice person and I think you can tell that I like you, so please try to remember that I mean you no harm."

She sounded sincere, but I was still paranoid. "But you could be just saying that, and then you'll do nasty evil things to me once I'm alone with you at home."

"Well, it's true that you can never be sure until you check it out. But I think you can see my sincerity, and besides, I'm giving you as much assurance as anyone can. You've had sex with a woman before, haven't you?"

"Yes, a number of different womem… and I think I see where you're leading. I didn't have these kinds of assurances I still did it then, so why not now?"

"Exactly."

"Uh, you mentioned a second thing I need to remember?"

"Yeah. You mentioned the paradox of wanting to be out of control but fearing the loss of control. My second point is that the fear makes it intensely arousing. And I think you know that."

"Well, yeah…"

"And I think part of the reason that smoking pot makes you scared, besides the fact that pot can make people more paranoid to begin with, is that you are much more aware of your sexual feelings, and they scare you when you see that I'm making them happen. They used to be your feelings alone, but now I'm involved and you want more. You feel the effects I have on you, and you're drawn into the sensations. You feel fear because *I* have so much control over those sensations, but you can't deny that you very much want me to do this to you. I want to make you this aroused, Al. You will like it… no, you will *love* it more than anything you've ever expeienced sexually.

You're scared, but the same thing that's making you scared is what is arousing you. Feel the arousal, Al. Feel it deep inside of you. Feel the fear. Let it happen. I won't hurt you. I just want to make you respond like this to me. I'm going to make you cum like you never came before. I really mean that. I want that spunk in your balls, Al. I want it spurting out of you. I want you screaming with pleasure. I want you totally under my sexual power. And I will have you that way, Al. Think about it."

I was breathing heavy, but the arousal I felt was a strange mixture of sexual excitement, fear, and something new and unfamiliar. I wasn't hard, and the intense feelings I was experiencing weren't only in my groin, but all through my body. I suddenly became aware of a deep yearning for more of this. I wanted this more than I have ever wanted anything.

After a few minutes of silence she interrupted my reverie by gently whispering in a sulty voice, "Al… take off your pants."

"Uh… OK" I fumbled getting my shoes, socks, and pants off. After some contortions I finally was naked from the waist down.

"Good. That's much better, Al. Now open the glove compartment and get out that grey, furry thing." I saw it and removed it. It was a fur glove.

"I'd like to tell you it's mink, but it's just rabbit. It's nice and soft… see." She caressed my cheek with it.

She kept whipering, "I want to rub your penis with it, Al." She paused for a moment, then continued. "Your penis… and your balls… those hot balls of yours, Al. Just close your eyes and relax. You're going to love this."

I leaned back and closed my eyes, and she very lightly rested her gloved hand on my lap. She just kept her hand resting there for a few mintes and then slowly and lightly brushed the glove from my balls up the shaft of my cock. I moaned softly with pleasure. I was extememly stoned and the sensations she gave me were intense. I felt it in my cock and balls, but also all through my body as I'd been feeling everything for the past few minutes. She waited a few more minutes and did it again. She continued this very slow, very relaxing cock massage for the duration of the trip. I was half asleep and in a state of relaxed pleasure. During the couple of minutes between her caresses, my penis would get soft, and then it would get hard again ion response to her stroking. But after a while, I wouldn't get soft between caraesses, and I would push my hips up against her hand when she srtoked.

After what seemed to be most of the hour drive, she suddenly startled me from my reverie and said, "OK, Al, we're almost there. How do you feel?"

"Ohhhhh, I feel wonderful!"

"I can see how hard your cock is, Al. Feel it in your cock and all through you."

I sighed with pleasure. "Oh.. I do, I do."

"I'm glad, Al. I want you to be this way for me." She paused for a moment, then continued, "Do you have a lot of cum for me in those hairy balls of yours?"

"Uh… yes… I think so… I hope so… I…"

"Don't worry, you do. Think of my ass, Al. I want you to close your eyes again and remember what I looked like in the office and in the garage when I showed it to you. Picture my ass, Al. I want your jizz in my ass hole. Now imagine smelling my ass hole, Al. I'm moving it up to your nose. Smell my shitty anus." The thought of smelling her sent a wave of arousal through my body, and my penis throbbed uncontrollably. She apparently saw that, because she continued, "Oooooooh, baby. That penis of yours loves the smell of my ass. That smell makes your balls boil. Your cum is filling them up. Lots of creamy cum from smelling my ass."

All the sudden the car stopped. I opened my eyes and we were in a garage, and its door was closing behind us. She had her car door open and was opening mine from the outside before I realized what happened. "C'mon, Al. Let's get inside. Don't forget your pants and shoes." We got out of the car in the now enclosed garage and I followed her into the house.

"This way," she said and walked through a door into the kitchen. The owners weren't exactly "rich" from the looks of the house, but they were doing all right. It was a large, comfortable, upper-middle class suburbian home. I followed her upstairs into the master bedroom and she turned to me. My penis was sticking out straight. "I like that," she said. "You're sticking out really nice." She walked up to me and said, "Al, smell my ass hole." She turned around, lifted up her dress once again, and spread her cheeks. "Kneel down and smell my anus, Al. Smell it. Don't touch your cock." I got on my knees and she shoved her open ass in my face. I took deep breaths of her through my nose.

Each one smelled of sweat and shit, and surprisingly, each whiff caused hot burning spasms in my cock and balls. See must have noticed these spasms, because she suddenly said, "Yeah, I told you my ass makes your balls boil. Your cock and balls are sputtering. Smell me! That's it. Every time you inhale me more cum builds up in those hot, honry balls of yours. Your cock is so hot. It's burning, Al. Your hot, burning, long, hard cock."

I started reaching for my cock, but she gently stopped me. "No. Not yet. Don't touch your penis yet. Wait… it'll be better if you wait." She stood up straight and turned to face me. "Why don't you get up and take off the rest your clothes and wait for me in the bathroom. I'll only be a couple minutes." She smiled, gave me a kiss, and walked out of the room. I took off my clothes and walked into the bathroom. The door closed behind me as I flicked on the light, and I saw where this family had spent their money. On my left was the standard sink and toilet, but on the right were three steps going down into a sunken room almost as large as the master bedroom I had just left.

In its far corner was a jacuzzi, but most of the rest of the room was a large shower. The floor was tiled with a drain in the center, but off to the side was a wrestling mat the size of a large bed that filled rectangular area between the side of the jacuzzi and the mirror. Two shower heads came out of the wall. Two of the walls were made of mirrors, and the other wall had a bunch of cabinets behind glass. There was a video and music setup in an alcove off to the side. Apparently, the owners of the house were into some serious sexual play. It looked like I was in for the same.

There was a large floor-pillow against the side of the jacuzzi. I sort of half-sat, half-slouched on the pillow facing the wall mirror. I looked at my penis in my reflection. Amazingly, it was still hard. It was throbbing rhythmically, and with each pulse I felt warm sensation flow from my balls to the head and all through my body, sort-of like a mini-orgasm. I could imagine my sperm shooting out the tip with each spasm. Seeing my naked body in the mirror with my hard cock throbbing really turned me on. God, I wanted to cum! My penis had never felt like this before. It was scary to think how the smell of her ass had turned me on so much. But when I felt the fear, I got even more aroused. I yielded to it. I wanted to smell her again. All I had to do is to stroke my cock a few times and I could pump out my sperm. But she didn't want me to touch myself, so I just kept looking at my rod.

"I want to see your creamy sperm oozing out the end." I didn't hear her come in and she startled me. How did she know what I was thinking? I looked and saw her standing above me. She was totally nude except for a pair of plain, white bikini panties that she had changed into. Her breasts were not too large but full and round. She had nice, protruding nipples. She stood over me and lifted one leg up, resting it on my shoulder. I could see all of her panty-covered crotch, which she started rubbing with her hand inches from my face. "My ass hole can wait, Al. Smell my crotch." She pushed it closer. It smelled of her musk and faintly of piss. My cock twitched. "Smell my piss, Al?" My cock twitched. I nodded. "Good." she replied and walked over to the glass-covered cabinets. She opened the class and took bottle of something off a shelf in there and then shut the glass door.

She then turned to me, smiled, and said, "I want to jerk off, Al." Was she going to masturbate, or did she mean to say that she wanted *me* to jerk off? Either way was OK with me. "Here, sweetie, let me sit on your lap." She sat on me with her ass my groin and her legs spread in such a way that my penis stuck out through them, so both my penis and my balls looked like they were coming out of her crotch from somewhere under her panties. The sight of her sexy body with white panties and a cock aroused me in a way I'd never felt before.

She turned and kissed me, and then she faced the mirror again and looked at me in it. "Look at my cock, Al. I want to tell you about it." She lightly brushed her fingertips from the underside of my balls, up the length of my shaft, and up to the head, which she tickled for a second. I arched my hips and moaned as the pleasure flowed through me. "Ahhhhhh, I love teasing my cock. Look at it, Al." I had closed my eyes. I opened them and looked. She started caressing and stroking her breasts, and she rotated her ass which caused my penis and balls to wave from side to side.

That hard hairy cock and those balls seemingly coming out of her crotch from below her white panties looked disturbingly strange on a beautiful, sexy woman. It really looked like her cock. I found myself staring at that cock coming out of her and being fascinated by it in an intensely erotic way. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

As she continued her disturbingly erotic motions she kept her eyes fixed on me in the mirror and said, "Ooooooh, Al… my cock looks so sexy. It turns me on so much to stare at my breasts and my penis." She lowered her hands from her breasts and started tickling my balls very lightly with her fingernails. I moaned as the sensations flowed through me "I love my balls, Al. They're so hairy and so full of spunk." She once again lightly tickled up the length of my cock to the tip and once again made me moan. "See how sexy I am with my breasts… " she touched them, "… and my big hard throbbing penis." She ran her fingers up it and yet again made me moan.

She looked like a she-male, which turned me on a lot. But when she touched my cock, *I* felt it, and then *I* seemed like the she-male I was watching. This confusion of identity was deeply disturbing to me and turned me on like I've never been turned on before. I couldn't take my eyes off that female body with the hairy cock that was me/her. Plus, there was something about those white cotton panties that made me even hotter.

"Oooooh, Al," she continued, "I want to cum so bad. And I want you to watch my creamy spunk shoot out. I want to give myself a 'tip orgasm', Al. Do you know what a 'tip orgasm' is?" Each time she said "tip" she touched the tip of my cock, which made me moan. I couldn't answer her. "Well, a 'tip orgasm' is where I make myself cum only by touching the tip of my cock. I won't squeeze or even touch my throbbing shaft. Only the tip." She touched it again. "I want you to watch my gizz shooting out, Al. Put your hands on my tits. I obeyed. "Now, when I make myself cum you might feel the urge to close your eyes. You must watch my sperm coming out Al. Do you understand?" I nodded.

"Good. but I doubt you can do that without practice. When my cream shoots out squeeze my tits and open your eyes wide. I'm going to touch my cock now and I want you to try it. Here goes…" She squeezed the head of my cock lightly with her fist. I moaned loudly as the sensations seemed to radiate out from my cock's head all over my body. I closed my eyes. "Nope, you shut your eyes. Try it again." She repeated the procedure with the same results except that I managed to keep looking at my cock. "Good. Let's do it a few more times." We repeated the procedure several times until I could keep my eyes open. This had a powerful effect on me: I couldn't keep my eyes off my/her cock.

I lost my perspective as to where she ended and where I began. I experienced myself as an intensely sexy she-male with a burning, throbbing cock. All I could think of was cumming. When she'd squeeze my cock head, I would feel the beginnings of an orgasm, but she'd always let go before it could build. I had the sensation that her breasts and my cock were somehow connected, as my squeezing of them and the powerful senstaions in my cock were associated.

After more than a dozen of these "practice" attempts, I was panting and thrusting my hips. she reached for the bottle she had taken off the shelf and poured what turned out to be massage oil on her hand. As she was doing this, she began to rotate her hips again, even more seductively than before, and said, "Oh, Al, I can't resist any more. I want to cream." As she said "cream" she squeezed her slick fist tightly around my cock head and tightened it so it slid up off the end. My hips jerked sharply as the electricity shot through me and I screamed. "Ooooh, look at that my purple head." She did it again, with the same results.

With her other hand she started pulling the hairs on my balls, and tickling them with her fingernails. Every 5 seconds or so she'd squeeze me cock head like that as she tickled my balls. I was bucking like horse. All the while she kept up a steady stream of talk: "Yeah… I love to *jerk* off" (she squeezed me at the word "jerk"). "My body is so hot and sexy, it makes me want to *cream*" (another squeeze). "Hot cum, lloyd. Look at my *cock*, Al." (squeeze at the word "cock" and all italicized words hereafter). "My hot hard *penis*. It's burning, Al. I love fucking my *hand*.

My wet slippery hot *hand*." She slowly increased the frequency until she was squeezing my head and sliding her hand off of it about once a second. "Hot cream, Al. Burning jizz. That big hard long throbbing cock." I could tell that I was going to cum after the next squeeze, but she somehow sensed that, too, and stopped. She made an open fist around my head but not quite touching. I desperately tried to push my penis against her hand, but she was too fast for me and kept moving it just out of reach. "I think I'm ready, Al. Look at me!" I saw a sexy she-male literally bouncing on the mat. Every breath of mine was a screaming grunt. She was riding me and staring into my eyes through the mirror.

As I watched, slowly the realization dawned on me that I was totally out of control. I had never been even remotely as wild as I was then. I could see her power over me and I got scared, because even knowing the effect she had on me didn't stop me or slow me down, but rather, the intense fear made me even more aroused.

"I've barely started with you, Al. This is only the beginning. Now watch my cock!" She enclosed her fist around my cock head and this time she did it really slowly while rotation her wrist back and forth instead of squeezing it up off the head. I felt the sperm rising and saw the she-male arch its back almost two feet off the mat. Suddelnly, she let go of the head and very lightly held the base of that cock so it was pointing straight up. I cried out, but she cut me off sternly, "No! No touching! Do it yourself. Do it with your cock muscles. Squeeze it out. Cover that cock with creamy spunk!" I wanted her hand. I loved that hand milking me.

But I was overwhelmed with the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. "Watch my cock!" she ordered. "More spunk. More! Squeeze it. Squeeze!" Burning, white-hot waves of intense pleasure pulsated in the very tip of my cock every time I squeezed my muscles. The sperm didn't shoot, it oozed in little spurts. I kept my eyes glued to that cock and the sight of the cum oozing and spurting out turned me on still more. I was bucking furiously and couldn't stop, grunting with each spasm. Soon, my cock was covered with cum. It was slowly oozing down the shaft. Every time I grunted, she panted in rhythm along with me.

At first she'd moan words like, "Squeeze it!" and "More." and "Hot gizz." every time I'd thrust and spurt. After a while, there was no more sperm, but I kept thrusting and spasming and grunting, although a bit more slowly and less intensely. Her panting became wordless, and she said things like "Ahhh," and "Ooooh", and "Yeah" with each of my thrusts. Her voice was a seductive, throaty whisper ahd she was looking right into my eyes in the mirror.

I was still spasming ans transfixed by the sight of my pulsing, rigid, sperm-covered penis. She touched my wrists and said, "Let go of my breasts now, Al." I obeyed. She got up off of me and said, look down at your penis, but don't touch it." I looked at it. It looked huge compared to how it looked in the mirror. All the bouncing and thrusting had caused me to have slid down most of the way down on my back. She turned around and kneeled over me, leaning down and holding my arms so I couldn't lift them. She smiled and kissed me softly on my lips, and then moved back slightly so her breasts were above my still thrusting and throbbing penis.

She went back to seductively moaning in time with my grunts and thrusts and lightly rubbed her breasts and nipples on my cum-covered cock. The sensations just increased the force of my spasms. She did this in rhythm with my moans and thrusts, too. With each "Ooooh" and "Ahhhh", and "Yeah" she would look deeply in my eyes and mirror my facial expressions. This kept me highly aroused and I tried to push hard against her breasts. She just pulled away and kept up the light touching until her breasts were slippery and wet with my sperm.

I was still grunting and thrusting, although rather languidly now. My penis was no longer hard, and her breasts were wet with my sperm. She kept looking deeply into my eyes, and began to talk to me. Her voice was soft and sultry and she continued to speak in rhythm with my moans as she looked deeply into my eyes and mirrored my expressions. It was hypnotic. "See what I can do to you, Al?" I nodded weakly. "I love getting you this way… making you cum *my* way… look at my wet breasts…" she moved them closer to my face.

"… wet from your spunk, Al… your creamy hot spunk… all over your penis too… hot spunk, Al… from your balls… and there's more, too… yeah, Al, I can get lots more spunk out of you… and the second orgasm will even be better, Al… yeah… better… creamier… I needed to get you to cum quickly… to prime the pump, as it were… yeah, more hot spunk, Al… that's why you got a 'tip orgasm'… it leaves lots of cream in your balls for later…"

Although I felt spent from my orgasm, I was beginning to feel pleasurable senations again in my penis and balls. It was much less intense than the feelings I had before my orgasm… more like a sort of warm flowing itch, far away, almost out of reach, but definitely there where I had just a few seconds earlier felt nothing.

— continued next month —

On the Job · Part 2 (2/2)
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