"How do you explain this Mark?" Mrs. Stern asked, knowing quite well the question was rhetorical. The young man sitting in front of her wiped the sweat from his brow with a trembling hand. He was handsome. But there was more to it than that. Much more. There was history...even though the young main remained ignorant of all of it.
Mark couldn't think of a good answer. He knew it looked bad. Very bad. It had started off bad enough. A program he had written didn't work quite as it should. Money...not much had been credited to customers accounts. When he discovered the flaw it was too late. So stupid. He was new to the job at that time. If he owned up to it, it would have surely meant his job.
But that's when bad when to so much terribly worse. Stupidly worse. He made a few more adjustments. Bingo! It was as if his mistake had never been made.
"I know it looks bad," Mark said. "I made a mistake. I'm sure it can be fixed."
"Embezzling isn't something that is usually fixed," Mrs. Stern said. "It's something people are sent to prison over."
"Embezzling..." Mark felt his heart drop into his stomach. It wasn't embezzlement, but a simple mistake. "But I never...I never...received anything."
"Mark," Mrs. Stern said. "Anyone who looks at this is going to think you stole it. Where is it? Where's the money now? Look at all these transactions. Thousands moved here. Thousands moved there. All these reports changed so that everything balances."
"It's there. I mean. It's ours. Well except the original loss."
"So you expect me to believe that?" Mrs. Stern kept her face passive, but inside she smiled. Oh how she smiled. Here it would come. She had been looking forward to this moment. "It's only out of respect for your father that I'm even bothering to help you. Otherwise, I'd just notify the appropriate authorities."
That wasn't quite true. If it weren't for his father, Mrs. Stern would have never made those adjustments to his program. Would have never entrapped the handsome young man.
"You see Mark," Mrs. Stern said. "When I was your age your father helped me in a similar situation. He showed me the err of my ways. Took me under his wing so to speak. I'm going to offer you a chance. Just like he did me. You'll start just like I did. I was your father's secretary... you'll become mine...only your title will be different. You'll be my executive assistant. What do you say to that?"
"....but I went to school for finance," Mark stammered. An executive assistant. The only ones he knew of were female. The career prospects...not so good. "I - I wouldn't know where to begin."
"You'll figure it out...or else you'll begin in prison and a lengthy trial I suspect."
"I guess...I guess I have no choice." Mark could see no way out of his present dilemma.
"Of course you do," Mrs. Stern said. "You can take your chances or put yourself in my care. I had the same choice many years ago. I think I made the right one."
"Okay..." Mark said. He didn't like the prospect of becoming her executive assistant, but the other consequences were out of the question. "I'll do it. I'll become your new executive assistant."
The young man's cheeks burned bright red. How was he to explain this to his fiancee or his coworkers. He wasn't paid that well, but this was still quite a step down for him.
"No Mark," Mrs. Stern said. "That wasn't the question. Do you want to take your chances or put yourself in my care? Which will it be?"
Mrs. Stern smiled, peering over her glasses, her eyes burning like lasers into his soul. Put yourself in my care - it wasn't something that a man admitted. It showed weakness, and it required the sacrifice of a great deal of pride, but it was better than the alternative.
"I put myself in your care ma'am."
"That's a smart boy," Mrs. Stern said. "I made the same choice. Now it's time for us to seal the deal."
Mrs. Stern stood and sauntered over to the young man. She took him by the hand and backed him up against her desk. Mark grew more and more uncomfortable. Unsure where this was leading, but beginning to suspect more and more that it involved something sexual. 'Put yourself under my care.' Those words echoed through his mind. Made his knees shake. This wasn't possible, was it? Well, he had heard of women being in situations, but never men.
"What are you doing?" Mark asked, his hands catching hers by the wrists and she worked to open his belt.
"It's scary isn't it Mark?" Mrs. Stern said. "How well I know. It was a Tuesday, April 19th, 1983; when your father took me under his wing. He led me to a desk...much like this one - only smaller. He put his hand on the small of my back and told me to bend over. I knew what he wanted, even as I complied. I could have screamed...I could have stopped him. But I was letting him. Still, something felt different. Different than all those times with my boyfriend.
I couldn't stop my hands from shaking. Then he pushed my skirt over my bottom, and took hold of my panties. Then it hit home. I knew before what was going to happen, but that one last thing made it all so real. It was too much. I couldn't. I caught hold of my cotton panties... and held on for dear life.
Then do you know what your father said Mark? He said, Gloria, you put yourself in my care. You've given yourself over to me. That means from eight to five, your ass belongs to me. Now, if you want my help, you'll lower those sexy little panties to the floor. You won't be needing them anymore.
I should have just let him take them off. I curse myself for my weakness. Because then...do you know what I had to do? I had to do it for him. Had to take them down and bend over for him. Spread my legs for him. And then there was worse, so much worse, I had to rub myself to get ready for him. Make myself wet so he would take me.
If I could go back in time, I would have held still and let him do as he willed. It would have been so much easier for my first time. I could have told myself that it was all him. That I did nothing. But because of my fear...I had to do ....everything.
Mrs. Stern smiled grimly, slipping her glasses up on her nose. "Now you've given yourself over to me Mark. Quite the turn of events. Now if you want my help, you'll do the same thing. Only, I think I'll have you strip off everything. Then lay back down on my desk like a good boy."
"This isn't fair," Mark whined. "I'm not my father. I didn't do anything to you. I shouldn't be punished for something he did all those years ago."
"You are not being punished," Mrs. Stern said. "I'm doing you a favor. Just like your father did for me. Even if I didn't appreciate it at the time. Enough games, do what I say or take your chances with the authorities."
Mark continued to negotiate, but he did so while removing his shoes and socks. Then came his shirt. His pants. Mrs. Stern looked on appreciatively. He was an attractive young man. Could use a bit of exercise, but that would come. Mark was still negotiating. We can make a deal. Garnish my salary.
We don't have to do this.
Ah, but he did. She picked up the phone to make sure he knew just how little choice he had. Soon, the young man was down to a pair of blue boxers, which he hesitantly lowered, his cheeks blossoming a bright red. His hands over his crotch, he sat back against her desk.
"Lay back," Mrs. Stern said, squatting down and removing her panties from under her skirt.
"Please...." Mark begged, as he leaned back and closed his eyes.
"It's time Mark," Mrs. Stern said, her hand weaseling in, working to discover his tightly clenched member. "Time to put yourself in my hands. "
Mark's blood pounded in his ears. He didn't give himself over... not quite. But he didn't fight either, letting her take him in her hand. Cold clammy hands wrapping around his member.
"Oh you should be pleased," Mrs. Stern said. "Did you know I had to rub myself for ten minutes while your father looked on? I had never had anyone watch me do such a humiliating act before. Not even my boyfriend. Try as I might, I couldn't get aroused for your father. Not until I learned to close my eyes and fantasize of something else. But you....you are hard as a rock already...this is going to be so much easier for you Mark...so much easier. Trust me."
But his body's betrayal didn't make it easier for Mark. Not one bit. Instead he felt betrayed. By his father and then his own arousal. How could he be turned on by this older woman. She wasn't attractive...not like his fiancee. Her hair pulled back in a severe bun. Glasses. Crows feat in the corner of her eyes. Her body thicker. Her hips widere. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He was cheating on Julie. Cheating for the first time ever.
"Please Mrs. Stern," Mark begged, even as the older woman climbed on top of him. Even as she sat down, her tight wet sex enveloping his manhood. "Don't do this. I'm engaged. If not for me, then for my fiancee."
"I know how it feels," Mrs. Stern said, her glasses hanging by their leash as she leaned over. Moving up and down now. Fucking him. She bit her lower lip. "It helps if you think of this as something you are doing FOR her. If you weren't doing this right now, you would be at the police station. That would really break her heart. And then if she loves you, she would stick with you through the trial. Through prison. And you would cheat there too Mark...you aren't a very manly man if you know what I mean. Could you imagine visitation day...coming to see her, but holding some man's pocket. Could you imagine it Mark? Can you just imagine?
But this...this...she never has to know about the sacrifice you made for her. Never."
Mrs. Stern looked down at the naked young man laying beneath her. So young. So attractive. His eyebrows creased in consternation as he tried in vain to think of his young sweetheart. Mrs. Stern actually approved of this line of thinking...what she didn't want was him thinking like she thought so many years ago. Thoughts of revenge. Of turning the tables. Of dominance.
"What did you say your fiancee's name is?" Mrs Stern asked.
"Ahhh...Julie," Mark gasped. It didn't feel right talking about her, not while doing this. Cheating on her. Poor innocent Julie. Even if it was for her benefit.
"Is she pretty?"
"Mmmm..yes.." Mark said. Very pretty. Straight blonde hair. A nice body. An easy smile.
"You must have been her first," Mrs. Stern said. "Otherwise...I just can't understand..."
"Wha-what do you mean?" Mark couldn't stop himself from asking. He didn't want to be lured into this conversation. He wanted to think of wholesome thoughts. Think of the past weekend, playing scrabble with his fiancee. Think of the words they spelled. Anything but this awful woman. And yet, Mrs. Stern had managed to get under his skin with the one topic he couldn't ignore. His fiancee Julie.
"Surely someone has told you," Mrs. Stern said. "A former girlfriend...anyone?"
"I don't ...I'm not sure what you are talking about," Mark gasped in time to Mrs. Stern's bouncing.
"You are small Mark," Mrs. Stern giggled. "Tiny. How can you possibly manage to satisfy her? A lifetime is a long time to be sexually frustrated."
"I - I just - do...oh - oh God...hold on...take it easy...take it oh oh..." Mark groaned as he felt the warmth seep into his groin. His balls filled to bursting. By then it was too late to wait. He closed his eyes and his hips thrust. He felt betrayed by his own body. To climax with this awful woman. Worse, to do it as she made derogatory comments regarding his size. Verbally emasculating him.
"Fuck...." Mrs. Stern exclaimed. "Already? Useless. Oh dear me, did I say that? I didn't mean it. Poor boy. It's just that I'm a bit frustrated. You've left me in an awful state.
Erm..but it was fun. Really..it was a lot of fun. Isn't that what I'm supposed to say? How Julie says it. Is it?"
"...yes...I suppose so," Mark admitted. Well, it wasn't how Julie said it. He'd never paid attention to how she said it before. Now he was beginning to second guess things.
"Good," Mrs. Stern said. "I know how sensitive you men can be."
Mrs. Stern kept working herself on his rapidly diminishing member. Felt his cock still twitching. So wet from his healthy deposit.
"Poor Julie," Mrs. Stern said. "I can only imagine what that poor girl must go through to be worked up time and time again...only to be left high and dry by someone so insensitive to her needs."
"It isnt' like that," Mark argued sullenly. "I meet her needs very well. I do other things to meet them. A woman...a woman doesn't usually climax from penetration you know...it's usually done another way...." It was to graphic to describe, worse, he felt that he had said to much already. But, he couldn't stop himself. No one accused him of failing to meet the needs of the woman he loved.
"Oh you have me curious young man," Mrs. Stern said. "A woman can masturbate herself or use a vibrator. Is that how you meet your woman's needs? You buy her a battery operated lover? As if she couldn't buy one herself. You are your father's son after all. He was never able to please me either. I can see this was a mistake."
"I-I don't have to buy anything," Mark said. "I ...." Oh it was so hard to say. Everyone did it. Didn't they? He thought so at first, but the way Mrs. Stern acted, he wasn't quite so sure. But it was becoming more and more clear that the men in Mrs. Stern's life...even his very own father didn't. He wasn't just unsure anymore, he was feeling downright embarrassed.
"...lick her." Mark finished, his face blushing furiously.
"Oh my," Mrs. Stern said, a look of surprise on her face. Although it wasn't a surprise at all. This conversation was going in exactly the direction she wanted it. "You lick her. You please her like a girl pleases another girl. Is that how you do it? After you tease her up, you go down on your knees for your fiancee? What does she have on you? Did she take you under her wing in college. Is that why you do it?"
Mark was quickly coming to realize his new boss was mentally not all the way there. Didn't she realize that two people who loved one another did things to please each other. That was the way things were. He felt as if he were constantly having to defend his relationship. Julie didn't have anything on him. She didn't need it. He loved her. "I do it to please her. I'm sensitive to her needs. I want it to be fun for her too."
"It would be cruel otherwise..." Mrs. Stern said, her eyes twinkling evilly. "To have a girl make do with a cock that wasn't up to snuff. To work her up...and then get your jollies before she's even gotten started. Misogyny. Base cruelty. You're not that sort of guy are you Mark. Sensitive. Isn't that what you said Mark? You are sensitive aren't you?"
"Yes..." Mark muttered. He felt like he was being verbally trapped into a no win situation. His feeling and sensitivity being turned against him. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as Mrs. Stern slowly but steadily climbed up his body. She couldn't possibly mean to. Not now. Not after. Or could she?
"Oh Mark," Mrs. Stern said, as she spread her thighs to either side of Mark's head and raised her skirt out of the way. "You've got me in such a state. High and dry. I don't think you can imagine the sort of state I'm in. What happens when you put Julie in such a state? What does a sensitive man do in such a situation?"
Oh God, she meant to do it, Mark realized. Mrs. Stern's bony finger rubbed through her wet folds. Dear Lord, her pussy was soaking, and as she pulled it free, Mark couldn't help but notice the strand of sticky pearly slime that followed after.
"I don't usually put her in such a state," Mark breathed. And he didn't. There was foreplay. And he would lick her clit before. But never after.
"Such a good boy," Mrs. Stern said. "Taking care of her needs. Licking her like a woman would. Now it's time to take care of my needs." And with that she began to settle down on the young man's terrified face.
"I don't think..." Mark whispered as her well used cunt descended so fast that it cut off the last of his response.
"Shush..." Mrs. Stern said. "Save your energy. You're gonna need it."
Mrs. Stern remembered the day Mark's father first took her under his wind. He fucked her from behind. Slapping her ass. Pounding into her. Using her. Feeling him swell inside.
"I'm not on the pill," she begged.
"Then you better get on it," he said. "On your knees then my little slut. Today, I'm make my deposit into your stomach." It was her only alternative. She put him in her mouth. Tasted her own perverse juices for the first time. And then he came. The taste. Awful. Slimy. Like baking soda and salt.
God! How awful! Gack! Baking soda and salt thought Mark. How did this happen? This wasn't like when he pleasured Julie. Not at all. There he'd lay down and lick her. At his leisure. But not with Mrs. Stern. She set the pace. She worked his face and mouth with her sex. Telling him to suck her clit. To run his tongue up and down her slit. To slow down. To speed up. Sometimes rubbing her damp sex over his whole face. Soiling him. Sometimes sitting on him with such force he couldn't breathe. But the worst was the comments.
"Get that lazy tongue busy, or must I do all the work too? Sensitive my ass ...Useless is more like it. Oh wait. Oh Markie. That. Now that's nice. I can see what your Julie sees in you now.
But her moment of bliss didn't last long. Soon she was at him again.
"Is that all you know how to do? Only one trick? Are you a one trick pony Mark? A woman has more than a clit, she has a pussy too. Now lick down there. Give me a suck. Come on Mark, suck me. You know you want to."
But Mark didn't want to suck. Not one bit. He had avoided that area, knowing very well what he had done in there. He had already had it smeared on his face. And yes, he had tasted it already...but this was going too far. But Lord, she had him trapped down there, barely able to breathe.
Looking down between her thick thighs, Mrs. Stern saw Mark's wide terrified eyes. Saw them widen even more as she reached down and took hold of his nose and pinched his nostril shut. Oh yes, such a glorious feeling. Carnal desire with a double dose of revenge. She rubbed her clit, though it wasn't necessary. She was already climaxing. The man who awakened her dark desires - she had his son now. Had turned him into her scum sucker. As her cunt pulsed she could feel it evacuating the cum that had been deposited there. To which she added a much larger dose of her own. Mark did his best to drink the bitter sweet brew down. Coughing and sputtering when Mrs. Stern finally raised off his face. His face red. Chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath.
"You are a pretty enough young man," Mrs. Stern said as she smoothed down her skirt. "But you have much to learn about pleasing a woman. But not to worry, we have plenty of time."
Mrs. Stern still wasn't finished with Mark. He learned that he had new duties now. He had to see to his face and body. Even though the only thing available was paper towels and glass cleaner. Only then was he allowed to put his clothes back on. Then he was assigned the task of cleaning the sweat and other sticky discharges from Mrs. Sterns executive desk. How was he ever going to manage this? He was sure that he couldn't.
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Surprisingly Mark was able to manage. He thought of himself as a survivor. And he could survive this. It wasn't quite so bad as he had first figured.
Oh dear reader, I'm sure you think that it isn't such a bad trial for a young man. A pretty fiancee at home and a demanding older lover at work. A pleasant enough fantasy. But in real life....it was hard work...and it was about to get harder.
The phone buzzed on the desk. Mark immediately answered it. His heart sped.
"Mark dear," Mrs. Stern said. "When you get to a stopping place, please come to my office."
"Yes ma'am," Mark said as he surreptitiously slipped his right hand down between his legs and began to move it so very lightly up and down his length. He thought of Julie. Her tight stomach. Her long legs. The way she-
"Is it growing?" Mrs. Stern's voice was low and breathy.
"Yes ma'am." Mark glanced around to make sure no one suspected. He kept up his shallow movements. His eyes glazed over once more as he tried to recapture his fantasy. - the way she locked her legs around his back when they made love. The way-
"Is is satisfactory?" Mrs. Stern asked. "Or will I be disappointed?"
"....disappointed...." Mark's hand sped faster. His fantasy of Julie had been replaced. Not just a fantasy now, but a memory...of last Thursday. He was in front of Mrs. Stern. Naked from the waist down. Flag at only half mast.
"....pathetic," Mrs. Stern sneered. "I thought you said it was satisfactory? Look at it. It's already so small. All I ask is that when you are in my presence, that you at least try to make it the same size as other men...you know...when they aren't in an aroused state. At least give me the illusion I have a real man. Come here. Bend over the desk. Now let me show you what happens when I'm disappointed."
Mrs. Stern took off her small leather belt. Oh God! Mark still cringed at the memory. She striped his backside. Again and again. "I suggest you get busy. I'll keep this up until you show me something satisfactory..."
No one had ever spanked Mark, not on his bare bottom, not with a belt. He should have been mortified...and yet...and yet...it didn't take long before he was as hard as a rock. His balls tight and full. Ready to erupt. Every stripe still burned, but when he showed his manhood to Mrs. Stern and it was enough.
"I guess it'll do," Mrs. Stern said. "Now come here and fuck me."
The memory made him hard as a rock.
"It's satisfactory now Mrs. Stern." Mark said into the phone. He hadn't meant to take himself so far. The cum boiled in his balls. Nor had he meant to fantasize of Mrs. Stern. It was happening more and more lately. And he didn't like it.
"Then come," Mrs. Stern said.
Mark did the best he could to walk properly, which was difficult considering his cock was at full hardness. He turned quickly lest anyone see his state and entered Mrs. Stern's office and locked the door closed behind him.
"Let's see it," Mrs. Stern said. "Come here and show it to me."
Mark lowered his khakis and his underwear. No matter how many times he was required to do it, he couldn't stop the blush that rose to his cheeks each time he presented his manhood for inspection.
"I know it can be trying at times," Mrs. Stern said. "But we must do the best we can. I remember when I used to have to show myself thus to your father. His cold hands moving through my wet folds, making sure I was excited for him. I wish I could make some sort of exception for you...but that's the way it was done to me and it's the way you'll do it as well. Sort of like a tradition if you will. Oh I just had a brainstorm. Let me see something..."
To Mark's growing horror, he watch Mrs. Stern open her drawer and pull out a ruler. Oh no! Not that!
"Come dear move those hands dear boy," Mrs. Stern said with a smile. "Let me see just what I'm working with here."
His blush grew ever brighter. The blood pounded in his ears. He didn't even look down as she measured his manhood.
"How big do you think it is?" Mrs. Stern asked.
"I haven't the foggiest ma'am," Mark said. His knees felt weak. His hands clammy. "I've never measured."
"But surely you have a guess," Mrs. Stern said. "Besides, I bet if you were larger you would have measured, time and time again. Am I wrong? Now come...guess. I'll even make a deal with you...if you guess right, I'll let you have the rest of the day off. If you guess wrong...you come with me. Girls day out. Either way you win. Now guess."
"Ahhh...." Mark's knees felt week. He suspected, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. "Six or so inches ma'am."
"Or so," Mrs. Stern said. "Five inches. Six inches. Or seven inches. Or is it nine? Give me one whole number. What is it?"
Growing up, every time he heard guys talk about their size it was between 7 and 9 inches. Mark knew he wasn't that big. Close to seven maybe but on the small side of it. When asked he had always said seven inches. It was a habit. A habit he now broke.
"Six inches ma'am." A day off. He needed a day off. Desperately.
Mrs. Stern smiled and showed him the mark on the ruler. "It looks like it is ladies day out."
Five and a quarter inches. Was it possible?
"Now you see why I like you to keep it big for me..." Mrs. Stern said with a smile. "Don't fear, I have some ideas on how to give you the illusion it is more man-sized. Mayhap that can be our theme for today?"
"I don't know ma'am..." Mark said. He didn't like the sound of it, that much was sure.
"Don't fret....it'll be great. Now come here and suck me off," Mrs. Stern said as she leaned back and spread her meaty thighs, her skirt rucked up, her cunt matted and moist. Lips thick and full of desire.
Mark went down to his hands and knees. He'd gotten quite good at this part of his job. He approached Mrs. Stern's cunt with a new degree of respect. With Julie, her curly blonde hairs, her soft pink petals. He'd always thought of her sex as a delicate flower. He'd never really gotten close to take a real good look at it.
Not like Mrs. Stern's. She had a thick bush with a few strays of gray in the mix. She kept her mons well shaved, which made licking a bit easier. It also emphasized her thick pink lips, the hungry mouth of her sex, her meaty clit peaking out at the top. It was...intimidating. Strangely powerful. He licked those lips and flicked his tongue along the clit. Today, he did everything right. Although most days he did everything right, but that cunt could sometimes be demanding. Could leave him with bruised lips and an aching tongue. This time it was easily sated and after, the two left work ...for girls day out.
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"I can't do this Mrs. Stern," Mark begged. "How will I explain all this as it is to Julie? I can't explain this. I just can't."
"What are you going on about Mark?" Mrs. Stern asked none too patiently.
"The clothes were bad enough ma'am..." Mark thought back to the day. Of shopping with Mrs. Stern. Only they didn't shop for her. They shopped for him. Thinking of it made his heart pound. The clothes. They were so tight. Even stretchy. The pants rode low on his hips. Like the pants that young girls wore. He had never seen a man wear pants such as those, but he couldn't deny they were bought at a trendy men's store. And it wasn't just how low they rode on his hips. The seat...the seat hugged his bottom, almost pushing in between his cheeks. The front...God, the front was tight and form fitting. The shirt was similar, but no where near as embarrassing. The shoes were Italian with hard bottoms. No like his usual oxfords. His new wardrobe came complete with new underwear. No more boxers. Now he had tiny briefs, a pouch in the front and a tiny string in the back. To emphasize his manhood...but he didn't feel very manly when he wore them.
Then there was the matter of the hair. He had a new cut. Mrs. Stern had spent over one hundred dollars on his hair alone. Spiky...chunky..feathered forward...and now had highlights. All that was bad enough...but now this?"
"You manhood is hidden by all that hair," Mrs. Stern said. "This will make you seem much bigger. Trust me. I bet Julie will thank me once she sees you all cleaned up."
"I can't imagine what sort of excuse I could come up with?" Mark said.
"Excuse?" Mrs. Stern arched an eyebrow. "Just tell her I wanted you to do it. Haven't you told her about how things are between you and me? I remember when I had to tell Bryan about your father. I was terrified. And Bryan didn't take it well. But once done, it was done."
"Please ma'am," Mark begged. "Anything but this."
"Your father had me bare as a babe," Mrs. Stern said. "Had me come to work in pigtails and a little short skirt. Had me play the little school girl secretary for him. And I did it for him too. It was nothing. It was actually kind of nice to see so many appreciative stares, and not just from your father either. Some of the stares were from other secretaries, can you believe such a thing?
Now listen to you. Anything but this Mrs. Stern..." she mocked. She was lying of course. Not about her hair being bleached, or the short skirt, the shaving and the pigtails. God no, she wasn't lying about that. But contrary to what she said, it was a big deal. She had never felt so helpess, so vulnerable, so humiliated. The men looked at her with lust in their eyes. They slapped her ass. The tried to look up her skirt. The other secretaries looked at her with derision. They had suspected she was sleeping with her boss. Now they knew. Sleeping with a married man. Dressing like a tramp..a young tramp. They stopped talking to her. She had zero respect...from anyone. Even now it made her shudder. Made her wet when she thought of making Mark into her little version. She wondered what he'd look like in pigtails and a skirt.
"You know what?" Mrs. Stern continued. "I think that you have the notion you are better than me. Is that it? Are you better than me? I haven't had a brazillian in years, but I keep myself well groomed. Are you saying that I'm some sort of pervert for it? Is that it?"
"No...no ma'am. Not at all," Mark stammered. "I just...I don't think...." He didn't think Julie would understand. That was his only concern. It was too late now for recriminations. They were in the spa. Mrs. Stern took charge, telling the girl what she wanted ...specific instructions...as if he were some sort of poodle being taken to the dog groomer.
"I want him nice and smooth. All over. And when I say all over. I mean all over. Except for the hair on his head. He's a little sensitive, so be gentle with him. And don't mention his size....he's easily embarrassed, but we are working on that. As a matter of fact, it would do wonders for his self-esteem if you compliment him on it. It's not as if he can help it."
Mark could feel his heart pounding In his chest. His knees felt week. He wanted to say something. Anything. But nothing came to mind. Watching the girl at the counter smirk and look at him with a superior look in her eye. Watching as she went to the other girls and they pointed at him and giggled. It was almost more than he could bear.
"Please," Mark begged on last time. "I'll do it myself. Tonight. Just like you want. With a razor. Just don't make me...not here - not like this. I...I don't like the look of these girls."
"Don't be such a pussy," Mrs. Stern said. "These girls are professional. I come here all the time. As a matter of fact, I've given my appointment up for you today. And do I get a thank you? No. Just whining."
"This way please." A young woman said, leading Mark to the back. "My name is Jill. I'll be taking care of you today. Care for some champagne? I recommend it....we will be awhile working on you."
Mark helped himself to the champagne. Then he was told to strip while Jill left the room. To lay down on the padded table, resting his head on a small pillow, and with only a small hand towel over his crotch. Jill knocked then came back in the room. She was attractive. Pretty. Had an accent he could place. A cute ass. Mark noticed all this, even while doing his very best not to look at her at all. To not think about her. Or his nakedness. His cock moved under the small towel. Oh no. No no. But his body had a mind of its on. His member stiffening. Raising up the small towel like a white flag of surrender.
"Oh my," Jill said, patting him on the thigh. "It's perfectly natural. Flattering really. Only a bit of a shock. It's just that most men who come for this don't react to women in that way." Most were gay, she said to herself, wondering if this one was straight of if he went both ways.
"Could I have some more wine?" Mark asked, his voice trembling, his cheeks burning red.
"Certainly." Jill poured him another glass. Why was this young man reacting so? Voice trembling. Cheeks blushing. Ah, then she remembered what the older woman had said. He was shy of his size. She should compliment him to make him feel better. She peeked beneath the towel. He wasn't so small as all that. True, he was on the small side, but he was perfectly passable.
"Let's just take this towel off shall we?" Jill said. "Come now, let go. There's no need to be shy. I'll see it up close soon enough anyway. And look. It's big. Almost too big. A monster really. Now let's get to work shall we. It'll go down soon enough dear, never fear."
Mark's blush ran all the way to his chest and stomach. She had called him big. A monster. But he could here the laughter in her voice. Besides, she had as much been ordered to say it. He was shamed beyond belief and things only became worse from there.
Having his hair ripped from the roots didn't feel good. No not at all. And Jill had been right. Dead right. Once they started, his cock deflated. And then she removed more and more hair. Tears streamed from his eyes. He couldn't stop them. However, except for a slight gasp, he didn't took it very well. Until she got to his crotch. At that point he begged. "More wine please..."
"The first time is always the hardest," Jill said. "Help yourself."
She proceeded slowly. Working his pubes down more and more. It was hell. But worse was still to come. The door opened and the girl from the front put her head in.
"Excuse me Jill...but Mrs. Stern wonders..." and then she began to giggle uncontrollably.
Mark looked down briefly and then his hands flew down to cover his manhood. Dear Lord, it had shrunk. Had hidden from the pain. Had become a small little mushroom cap. Almost a child. And this girl had seen.
"How..much ..longer..it will...be..." the girl laughed, her cheeks becoming warm, her nostrils flaring. It was an unexpected turn on and she didn't know why.
"I suspect in 20 or 30 more minutes," Jill said.
The door closed. Jill tugged Mark's hands out of the way. "It's no worry dear...now move them so I can get to work. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to all men when they get on the table. I can't say as I blame them. I mean think about it from your penis's point of view. Some strange woman is up there jerking out the hair from all around it. It probably thinks it's next and is trying to hide. Come now, let me get back to work. I have other customers to get to."
Against his better judgment, Mark moved his hands. Jill got back to work. In the next ten minutes Mark came to feel shame unlike he had ever felt before as the door cracked not once but four more times, until everyone working got a good laugh and giggle. Then to make matter worse, he had to turn over on all fours and have his bottom waxed. It was pain unlike he'd ever experienced. When he finally left, his eyes were red from crying. He could feel every eye on him. He wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere to escape.
Mrs. Stern still wasn't finished. She knew quite well that Mark had about all he could handle for today, but she had to see the workmanship. The realization of her fantasies. She snuck him into the women's restroom and into a stall.
"Take off your pants and underwear," Mrs, Stern said. "I want to see."
Mark's red-rimmed eyes pleaded for sympathy, but they only met cold blue hungry eyes. He took off his pants and underwear. God how they laughed at him...and he had nothing to protect himself. He was truly naked. His masculinity had been ripped out by the roots.
"I shouldn't have to tell you....I don't like being disappointed."
Mark took hold of his small member and began to stroke. It was so hard at first. he couldn't find any traction. He was as un-turned on as he'd ever been. But he knew he had to get hard. Otherwise...
He closed his eyes and gave a soft moan. He fantasized about the waxing. The door opening. The strangers looking at him. Oh God, the laughing. He didn't know how or why, but he grew hard instantly, He shuddered to think of the cause.
"It's pretty," Mrs. Stern said. "Now stand on the toilet..."
"Idiot...lean back so no one can see you."
Precariously balanced on the wobbly seat, Mark leaned back uncomfortably. He felt displayed. Then Mrs. Stern did something he never imagined. She stroked his cock with one hand and rotated his balls with the other.
"See, it looks much larger now," Mrs. Stern said. "So pretty and slim. You've been such a good boy today. It think you deserve a reward. A reward Mark. Something I never received from your father. How would you like that?" She kissed the plump purple head of his cock.
"Would you like that Mark?" Mrs. Stern said. "Would you like a reward? It's up to you. You don't HAVE to have one. I won't be mad. You could wait until you get home.
Perhaps Julie could give you a reward?
But that is such a long time to wait. Or I could give it to you now. All you have to do is say the magic word." She kissed it again, causing it to buck. Then flicked her tongue under the underside. "What will it be Mark?"
Mark's mind was all a-jumble. Yes he'd had sex with this older woman so many times before. Most times he'd knelt down in front of her chair and licked her to orgasm. There were the rare times that he fucked her...or rather she fucked him, then he finished her off with his mouth. But this time was different. The other times he'd been ordered. This time it was his choice. His and his alone. This - this was most definitely ....cheating. But it felt so good. He couldn't refuse.
"Please..." Mark breathed softly. He felt so weak. So despicable. A betrayer of Juilie's love.
Mrs. Stern smiled triumphantly as she took that smooth slim member and slipped it into her mouth. Took it all the way in, Licking the underside on the way out. Plumping his balls with her other hand, jacking the base of his shaft with the other. Then abruptly stopping. Pulling at his ball sack, making his knees weak.
"Are you sure this is what you want Mark?" Mrs. Stern said. "Say please for me one more time. Just like the last. All gasping and oh so very polite. And then tell me what you want." She placed her hands on his buttocks and put her head back in position. She put her teeth on the head of his cock. Letting him know just how helpless he truly was. Then licked his head and blew her hot breath on it.
"Please," Mark begged again, like putty in her hands. "I'd like...I'd like a reward ...please."
She sucked it down again. Pushed his cock head against the side of her cheek. Licked her tongue along the underside ridge. Sucking him expertly. Rolling his balls. Showing him a blowjob the way it was truly meant to be given.
"Easy...." Mark begged. His balls were already so full. So tingly. They threatened to burst at any moment.
"Only five seconds Mark," Mrs. Stern said. "Like a cute little bunny. Are you my fast little bunny? Are you Markie? Well don't you worry about that right now. Cum for me whenever you are ready.
...But then Mrs. Stern paused and looked thoughtful. "...or we could make it interesting. Can you last ten seconds? I don't think you can. But I'll tell you what. If you last, I'll let you off next week. Oh, you'll still work, but that's all you have to do. No extracurricular activities. But, if you don't. Then you kiss me after. You'll kiss me like a boy kisses a girl. Is it a bet?"
"Wait," Mark said. "Let me catch up. It isn't fair if you keep bobbing and slapping it back and forth like that."
"So it's a bet?" Mrs. Stern said. "Ten seconds..."
He felt so tingly. His brain all foggy. So hard to think. Ten seconds. Such a short time. Surely he could make it. If only she would let his passions ebb.
"Yes..." Marks said. "But only...only if you let me catch up. I'm too close right now."
"Take as long as you want my precious boy," Mrs. Stern said. "My only condition is that you stay right there until you are ready."
It seemed as fair a deal as Mark had received in weeks. He waited nearly two minutes until his back began to cramp.
"Okay..." Mark said, looking down at his flagging manhood. It was nearly flaccid. Yes, this was going to be a cinch. "I'm ready."
"When I take it in my mouth," Mrs. Stern said, as she took hold of the base and his balls. "Start counting. One mississippi. Two mississippi. Okay?"
Mark nodded his head.
Mrs. Stern smiled wickedly. She might just lose this contest, but she doubted it. She took his soft member in her mouth, sucking, bobbing. She tightened her grip on his balls and lightly twisted them.
"One Mississippi....two Missiissippi..erm...ahhh God....three..."
Oh God...how was this possible? He was nearly ready to come. Even though he was flaccid. He counted faster, Faster still. He was still mostly flaccid, only slightly swollen, and yet his balls were contracted and near to bursting. Faster he counted. Yes, he was going to make it. He felt certain.
Then he felt something he'd never experienced during a blowjob or any other job for that matter. A finger, worming it's way into his anus. Being penetrated by Mrs. Stern's index finger. It went in him like silk. It caught him off guard. It pressed against his virgin prostate. So full, so eager to give up its contents. The merest brush of the finger was all it took. But she pressed hard, just to be sure.
Mark gave a gasp of surprise. Then a moan. "Oh No! Oh No!" He spewed over and over again. Every contraction of his balls made his sphincter tense, to make him feel this very personal violation all the keener.
"Oh God," Mark moaned...and meant it. He slid down the wall, down further and further to at last coming to rest down on the toilet...he legs splayed and his body akimbo. He'd never felt the like of such pleasure before, that velvet mouth, that silky tongue, that exquisite finger, pumping him, probing him, robbing him of all thought and volition.
Mrs. Stern had sucked him dry. Had sat down on his naked lap and captured his chin in her hands and lifted it for a kiss. He had lost the bet, but at that moment he would have kissed her anyway. He was aglow. Sated as never before. He looked at Mrs. Stern as if for the first time. She was older sure...but not quite that old. And she was fine featured. A firm chin and high cheekbones. A slim pointed nose and eyes that were large pools of blue that a man could drown in.
He turned his head to accept her kiss. She moved in...then back out again. Teasing him. She made him come to her. Only then did her lips touch his. Her tongue snaked out and tickled his upper lip. His tongue met hers. And then without warning, she was on him. Mouth to mouth. Tongue to tongue. Mark gasped. He'd never been kissed like this before. Then he gasped again..an intake of breath as he realized what she had done. His bitter salty brew filling his orifice.
She was feeding it to him...God, giving him back his salty nectar. He gave a grunt of protest, but it was short lived. Her mouth so hungry. So possessive.
He gave in. His tongue dancing with hers. Then she broke the kiss, leaving him waiting. His mouth full. Looking at him knowingly. Expectantly.
He swallowed for her. His cheeks hot. His cock beginning to swell again.
Mrs. Stern smiled, then cleaned his seed from her fingers. She took his head in her hands and kissed him again. Doling him his seed with her silky tongue.
"I bet Julie has never done it like that has she?" Mrs. Stern said, breaking the kiss a second time. "You don't have to answer. It was a rhetorical question anyway."
Mark didn't answer, but he knew the truth. No Julie had never given him a blow job like that before. Or a kiss like that either. No one had. He looked in Mrs. Stern's eyes. He could still feel the kiss on his lips. He was very confused.
Mark wasn't the only one that was confused. Mrs. Stern had similar feelings. She too could still feel the phantom of the kiss. His tongue. His lips. Ah the taste of him. And what a kiss it was!
This wasn't part of the plan. Why did she have to go and kiss him? A bet. A stupid bet!
The kiss changed everything. Now she didn't have what it took complete her revenge. To dress Mark up in drag. A little school girl. To have him suck cock. To send pictures to his old man.
It had been such a good plan. Till that damned kiss!
She couldn't do that now. The thought of having to share Mark with anyone made her very very angry. Speaking of sharing...there was still that little bitch of a fiancee. She began to make plans again. New plans.
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Life was so different now, Mark had difficulty remembering what it had been like before. He'd been content...but now ...now he thought that maybe he'd do things different if he had to do it over again.
He'd take better care of himself..of that he was certain. He'd been terrified at first, with the new hairstyle and stylish clothes. But now he liked the attention he received. Girls flirted...shamelessly. There was only one problem...guys did too. And they were doing it more and more now ... he was sure it had something to do with Mrs. Stern's latest request. A mustache. A pussy tickler as she liked to refer to it.
Thinking of it, he couldn't help but to take a deep breath. Inhaling...he could smell her musky scent all the time now. She made sure of that. After servicing her...he was permitted to clean his face...but not the 'stache.
"So you can remember me," Mrs. Stern said. But there was more to it than that. If Mark was smelling her and tasting her, he wasn't thinking of that little bitch. To make damned sure, she kept that smooth cock of Mark's working overtime. Either kept it all teased up, so that only the smallest touch was required to cause him to explode or fucking...sucking...and masturbating it until he couldn't get it up again no matter how much he wanted it.
These things served their purpose well. When he made love to Julie, it was with fear and trepidation. Would he come too fast this time? Or would he be limp...struggling to get it hard enough to put in?
The rest of the time, the mustache was always there. When he inhaled. He inhaled Mrs. Stern. When he ate...he ate Mrs. Stern. So far he'd always remembered to stop and clean it off on the way home. But tonight he'd worked late. Mrs. Stern had gotten happy with her camera again and wanted some pictures of him. Naked pictures. It had been humiliating showing himself off in such a fashion...stroking his cock, getting it hard for her. Oh God..for the camera.
But she liked it. So much so that she had two orgasms as he licked her after. Already late, Mark flew directly home. Only this time Julie's car pulled up as he was going into the house.
Once she was inside Mark hugged her. It was part of their tradition. So was a kiss. It was then that Mark remembered the mustache. That it would smell and taste like Mrs. Stern.
Mark couldn't think what else to do...so he did the only thing that came to mind. He knelt down and pulled down her shorts.
"Stop it Mark," Julie said. "I figured you'd be late...so I went to work out after work."
"I don't mind," Mark said, and he was persistent. He worked down her panties and moved to kiss her. She held him at bay.
"I don't want to now." Julie said.
"Come on Julie..." Mark said. "Let me kiss you. Come on ...please. You've had a hard day is all. Let me help you relax."
"No!" Julie said. "I don't want to now. What is wrong with .." Then she stopped when she caught Mark's shocked expression. He had smelled. He had seen. Her cheeks turned red. Then she thought the better of it. She had been driven to it. It wasn't her fault. Not one bit. It was his.
"That's right Mark," Julie said. "I'm fucking someone else. Someone who fucks me. I don't know what is wrong with you lately, but you have changed. It started with your new job. your hair. The way you dress."
"But I need to dress that way for work," Mark said by rote. "You only have one chance to make a good first impression. "
"Your underwear. How do you explain that?"
"The others show a line in my pants." That was what Mrs. Stern said. Besides all the hip guys wore them.
"The old Mark wouldn't have worn them. They make you look ridiculous. Like a fag. And your hair...where did it go? I want a man with chest hair. With leg hair. Pubic hair for fucks sake. I don't want some androgenous man/boy."
"But it's the style. It's very metro-sexual. It shows my definition." Mark said by rote. He'd repeated the lie often enough that it spilled out whenever she mentioned it. "And it...increases my sensitivity."
"Fuck your sensitivity. Maybe you don't need so much sensitivity. Serge fucks me. Fucks me till I'm all sweaty. You and your sensitivity ... you last less than a minute."
"But I'm always make sure you are....taken care of." Mark said, his chin beginning to tremble.
"You mean lick me. Oh and at first it was wonderful. You were so sensitive. You made me cum. You'd lick me and lick me. Like a love struck puppy.
Have you had a hard day honey? Let me help you relax. I've never been with a man who would go down a woman like you. I've told all my friends about your transformation. Angela is convinced you are gay.
But all the rest think I'm crazy. They wished their husbands noticed what earrings they wore. If their hair was styled different. That they would go down on them while they watched TV....with no thought to their own sexual gratification.
Well maybe you should give them a call. I want a man who'll pull my hair when he fucks me. Who'll put his cock in the window of my car and tell me to suck him. Who'll wait for me after work, then bend me over in an alley and fuck me against a building.
A real man. A man I say, no, my husband is waiting for me at home. And he takes me and cums in me and sends me home to you. That's the kind of man I want."
"I ... I could ... do all ... those things." Mark whispered. But deep inside he knew that he couldn't. Maybe at one time. But not anymore. He didn't know why but he just couldn't.
"No you can't." Julie said finally. "And I want you out. You know something else...I want the sort of man who wouldn't take me back after fucking around on him. Cuckolding him. I want you out."
Mark's head hung down as he shuffled to the bedroom and he got some of his things and put them in the trunk. He'd get the rest later. When he drove off, he didn't know where to go. He wanted so very much to call Mrs. Stern, but he didn't dare. Perhaps he'd check into a hotel and decide what to do tomorrow.
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"Hi Serge," Mrs. Stern said. "Ahhh....that's good news. Thanks for calling. She wants to meet you? Oh I know. Here's what you do. Call her back and have her meet you at the Hilton. I'll charge a room and put it in your name. Oh I know you can't leave tonight. Just tell her you want her naked when you come to her. Naked and ready for you. Yes..yes...I'm a sadist, but you are the biggest horn dog in the city. Yes, the very best. And thank you. More than you realize."
Ah, it had happened. She had tolerated the little bitch of a fiancee long enough. Every day she sat and stewed knowing that she was sharing that cock, those lips, and that sweet tongue with that little blonde bitch. She'd done everything she could to end the relationship. Long hours. Keeping Mark hot and horny so much of the time his body jumped at any chance to orgasm. On Friday's she fucked him over and over again to drain his cock, until he couldn't get it up no matter how hard he tried. Then she'd put some stripes on his ass for good measure. Knowing full well he'd have to hide the evidence. But nothing worked. With a tongue like Mark's, she could understand why.
But then she found Serge. Had enlisted him in her cause. Had pointed the horny Spaniard in Julie's direction and sent him off. It had only taken two short weeks, and now finally...Mark belonged to her. And no one else.
She made reservations at the hotel and then called Mark.
"Mark, I just had the strangest feeling come over me," Mrs. Stern said. "I felt ... as if you needed me. Call me a silly woman. I'm sorry for disturbing you at home."
Marks chin trembled. He couldn't find his voice. It finally came out as a croak. "I do need you."
"Well you come right here," Mrs. Stern said. "Or would you like me to come and get you."
Mark moved in with Mrs. Stern that night. She consoled him. Dried his tears. Took him to bed. Rode him to sweet oblivion. The lay down it each other arms. It felt right. Well...almost perfect.
"Mark honey," Mrs. Stern said. "You've made a terrible mess down there. You know how I hate messes."
"Yes ma'am." Mark said as he slipped obediently beneath the covers.
"Mark honey," Mrs. Stern said. "If you are going to live with me, you better start calling me Cheryl."
"Glom-glom," Mark's muffled voice sounded like the sweetest candy. "Yes Cheryl."
"And you are living here with me," Mrs. Stern said. "I insist."
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Six months later.
"Hi dad," Mark said breathily into the phone. "Look...I'd ah...like to get together...and let you meet my ah..new fiancee. I sound funny? I ah...just got in from...ah...mowing the lawn."
Mark moved as far from the receiver as she could and looked back imploringly. "Cheryl, gently...please..." he mouthed.
Cheryl put her finger to her lips and smiled wickedly. She eased the dildo from his ass ever so gently. All the way until it pulled from from his cute little crater.
"Yes dad. My new fiancee. Not Julie. She was my ex-fiancee. I left. Yeah I know what you say. Keep 'em engaged for as long as possible. But it isn't like that with my new fiancee. Cherahhhhhhl."
Cheryl had picked her moment. The perfect one to take him firmly by the hips and impale him fully. Pushing the purple strap-on into his tight little hole.
Mark looked back again. His cheeks blushing. His eyes so large and fearful. "Please" he mouthed. He tugged experimentally at the scarves binding his hands and feet to the corners of the bed. He looked at the phone lying on the pillow, wondering if he could push END with his nose to cut off the conversation. Cheryl smiled wickedly, stuck out her tongue, and batted her eyelashes.
"Cheryl...ah...her name is Cheryl," Mark finished.
"But you used to call me Cheri Frank," Cheryl said loudly.
"Yes dad," Mark gasped. "I'm marrying your ex-secretary. No dad. No dad. I love ah God...love her. No dad, I'm ..no I'm not having sex with her right now."
"Tell the truth Mark," Cheryl laughed.
Mark cheeks burned in shame. His eyes trembled in their sockets. "We are ah...okay we are having sex."
"And your son is twice the lover you ever were," Cheryl said. "Oh give it to me you stud. Give it to me." And while Cheryl said it she stuck it to him. Reached up and hung up the phone. Then gave Mark a fucking he wouldn't soon forget. Moved her hand around his hips and jerked him off at the same time. Made him cum like crazy.
It was fun. It wasn't the revenge she'd planned, but it was fun all the same. And she wasn't done. Not by a long shot. She'd make Mark's dad green with envy. Make him spend his nights wondering what his son was doing. What she was doing for him. What he missed out on and would never have a chance of getting again.
-The End
