Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2016 06:19:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: harconwrites@yahoo.com
Subject: My Secret Service, Chapter 4

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My Secret Service, Chapter FourBy Harrison Conway

Jim and Jen and I settled intosomething of a rhythm as the weeks
passed. They would call or stop bymy house when they needed my services and
I would take care of themthe best I could.Naturally, I serviced Jim more
than Idid his wife, but that was to be expected.On more than one occasion,
Jen and Iwould be talking and she would let it drop that we'd missed a
chancefor me to get a creamy treat from between her thighs."I tried to get
you a creampie,"she said one day while we were drinking coffee in her
kitchen.I nearly did a spit take, but I held itin, coughing and
sputtering."What?" I replied, thinking howquick our conversation had
diverted from local homeowner'sassociation politics to my licking the
ejaculate her husband leavesbehind in her pussy."I tried to get you a
creampie,"she repeated. "Jim wanted came to bed horny last night. I tried
toput him off until this morning, but he was insistent.""You can't set your
sex life aroundwhether we can play afterward," I said. "That's not
realistic.And, by the way, I'm pretty sure I've never heard anybody
actuallyuse the word 'creampie' in a sentence before. Except maybe in a
pornmovie, or something.""Well, that's what it's called,right? I nodded,
conceding the point.Just as quickly as the conversation hadveered to sex,
it veered away again, as we finished a pot between us.As I made my
farewells, Jen stopped meat the door."I wiped up with the panties I woreto
bed. Do you want to borrow them?"My cock twitched in my pants. I
merelynodded, at a loss for words.Jen disappeared and came back
withsomething 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 myacross the
yard to my house. Inside, I discovered she'd given me athong, with a wide
pink lace band and white polka-dotted cottonfront. The crotch and inside of
the panty was sticky from where Jenhad wiped the remnants of their sex.I
held the panties to my face andinhaled deeply. My cock was hard as I
dropped my pants and startedstroking myself. I licked the panties as I
masturbated, the subtleflavors of their secretions filling my mouth. This
wasn't a leisurely wank. I wantedto cum. Badly.Just before I felt my load
start tobreak loose, I took the panties from my face and held them over
myerection. As I came, my cum landed on what was left of my neighbor'ssex
from the night before. I used them to clean myself up and tossedthem on the
dirty clothes pile to wash.

* * * * *

Little did I know how important thosepanties would become. I did wash them
not long after Jen gave them tome, 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 andmore 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
aknock at the back door. Since Jim was the only person who had evercome in
that way, I assumed (correctly) it was him. I was taking clean clothes out
of thedryer as we chatted, when I came out with his wife's panties. Iwasn't
paying attention, but he was."Who's are those?" he asked.Oh, shit.I could
feel my face turning red. Ididn't know what to say. If Jim recognized them
as his wife's, mywhole world, along with theirs, might just come crashing
down.But Jim apparently didn't recognizethem. 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 wordscome out of my mouth."How
often do you wear them?""Just... sometimes," I managed tocroak.A grin broke
across his face. "That's kinda hot," he said. "Iassume you jerk off while
you wear them?"I nodded."Tell you what. I'm going in theliving room. Why
don't you put them on and join me?"He didn't wait for an answer, turningto
leave.I stood there for a moment, letting myheart stop pounding in my
chest. Then I did as he asked, strippingbare before sliding the lace band
of the panties up over my kneesuntil the crotch was snug against my balls.I
walked into the living room to findJim naked from the waist down, his
semi-erect cock laying on histhigh.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 andcomplied, turning to show my bare ass cheeks. Jim smacked
me on thebutt, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to remind me who
wasin charge.I turned around and my obviousexcitement was evident as my
cock pushed against the front of thepanties that I'd borrowed from his
wife.Jim looked me in the eye. He didn't saya 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
themove as his dick lifted itself off his leg and stood at attention.As the
precum bubbled from his cock, Igently kissed it, getting his stickiness on
my lips.Then, in one motion, I opened my mouthand took as much of his dick
into my mouth as I could before clampingmy lips around his shaft. I knew it
was one of Jim's favorite movesand he groaned with pleasure as I massaged
the underside of his shaftwith my tongue.I worked his cock in and out of my
wetmouth, my eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling of his cock in
mymouth. I had come to love the feeling of his manhood in my willingmouth,
and I worked hard to earn my cummy reward.It didn't take him very long, and
thatwas largely my doing. I didn't slow my pace, or back off and let
himcool down. I wanted his load in my belly and thepanic/thrill/eroticism
of our little panty episode only fueled mydesire.Jim wanted it too. His
hand found theback of my head and he begin to lift his hips to push his
cock deeperinto my mouth. "Oh, yeah. Suck it. Suck that dick.Show me you
want it," he said.I let his drive his shaft over mytongue 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
Jimneeded. He pushed in one last time and unleashed a torrent of cuminto my
mouth. I swallowed, out of self-preservation as much asanything, as he
bellowed through his orgasm. "Fuck," he said, panting to catchhis
breath. "That was awesome."I didn't answer. My mouth was stillwrapped
around his now-shrinking dick, savoring the feeling of hisrather violent
ejaculation. When he finally pushed me away, Isprawled on the floor, Jen's
panties now soaked with my precum.As he dressed, Jim turned to where Iwas
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 comeover, I want you
to wear them," he said. "And not just this pairover and over. Get some
more. Sexy ones."I nodded."I want you to wear panties thatexcite you when
you put them on," he said. "I want you to wearpanties that make you want my
dick. Got it?"If my UPS man wondered why I wasgetting so many packages from
women's underwear companies in the nextfew 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 comparedto what happened about a week later.It
was a Monday morning and I was stilllazing in bed, when a text from Jen
invited me over.I jumped up, brushed my teeth and threwon a pair of running
pants and a T-shirt.I let myself in the back door and madethe familiar trek
to the bedroom she shared with her husband. She waslaying 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 herlegs and
began kissing her bottom and thighs as I burrowed my facetoward her freshly
fucked pussy. Jen cooed as I touched sensitive areasas I pushed against the
fabric with my tongue. She pushed back, lifting her bottominto the air, and
I flipped over on my back.She dropped her still-covered snatchonto my
waiting face. She was gently rubbing herself on my face, whenJim's voice
boomed from the bottom of the stairs."Hey, Jen, have you seen my papersfor
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 myface, sitting up over
me. My eyes were as wide as silver dollarsas she met my gaze. She put a
finger to her lips."Look in the den, sweetie. Weren'tyou looking at them
when you watched the game last night?""I think you are right," he
yelledback. 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."

Thedoor slammed behind him as he left.I don't know if it was the pounding
inmy chest that she was sitting on, or the look in my eyes, but Jenknew I
was petrified."Relax," she said, looking at mebetween her thighs. "He's
gone."She raised up slightly, reached betweenher legs and pulled her
panties to the side. A thick stream of cumdropped onto my face. Jen scooped
it with her finger and pushed itinto my mouth."My cum-filled pussy needs
yourattention. You aren't going to abandon me, are you?"She pushed her sex
into my face and Igot busy licking and sucking the sex from her wet, open
hole.Jen pulled on her nipples with one handas the other found her clit.I
was concentrating on her pussy, butJen had other ideas. As she continued to
rub herself, she shiftedforward."Fuck my ass with your tongue,"
shesaid. "I'm not going to last long."I pushed against her sphincter with
thetip of my tongue. Unlike her well-fucked pussy, it didn't allow me
ineasily. 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 andshe fell
forward on the bed. I jumped up, the nervous energy of herhusband being
less than 30 feet from where we laid not 10 minutesbefore, coursing through
my body."Fuck me, that was close," I said."I thought we were busted."Jen
rolled over to look at me. Shegiggled."Really? I thought it was hot. And
sowhat if he'd caught us?""So what?" I said, perhaps louderthan I should
have. Jen looked a little hurt. And then alittle mad."I can take care of my
husband,"she said. "You worry about taking care of me."

* * * * *

If Jen was mad about my outburst, itdidn't last long. The Jefferson
proposal turned out to be for DeanHenry Jefferson, the president of the
local liberal arts college.They needed a new financial planner to oversee
their billon-dollarendowment, and Jim's proposal won.For as much money, it
wasn't that muchextra work, Jim explained after I stopped by his office for
acongratulatory blow job later that week. But it would mean a lot moremoney
coming in. To celebrate, Jen rented a lovelyentertainment 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 abeautiful form
fitting red dress. But I was stunned by the dress thatJim's assistant Missy
showed up in.It was black, with a sequined top thatsparkled in the
light. How her enormous breasts stayed inside thefabric was a miracle of
modern dressmaking. And the bottom half ofthe dress cupped and shaped her
bottom in a way that made me achewith desire.I said hello to her, of
course, andcomplimented her dress. But she was nearly as overwhelmed
withwell-wishers as Jim and Jen. I drifted away, making conversation
withthe few others I knew at the party, enjoying the food and the winethat
Jen had selected for the event.I was filling a plate of fresh fruit topair
with a delicate white wine, when I felt somebody, obviouslyfemale, come up
beside me.It was Missy. "So," she said. "How long haveyou been sucking my
boss' dick?"