Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 01:08:15 EST
From: SpankThoseButz@aol.com
Subject: Rag Time Businessman (Authortarian/bisexual)
NOTE: This story is TOTAL FICTION, as are the people depicted here. Also,
this story might be too extreme for some readers, so, if blood, menstrual
fetishes, male ass abuse/homosexual sex acts and the like are too much for you,
PLEASE stop reading now! However, if your bi, horny, and have some really
warped fetishes of your own, you might enjoy this HOT story. That being said,
UNZIP AND ENJOY!
First, let me introduce myself. My name is Jack Anderson, I'm bi, single, 52,
and work for a major corporate outfit in lower Manhattan. I've been just
about where I started on the job for the past 30 years, but, hell, with perks
like mine, I ain't complaining! I work under two superiors, one male, and one
female.
My boss is Mr.
Craig Whitehead, a tall, broad-shouldered, divorced bi daddy in his mid-60s.
Shit, does this silver-haired fucker look hot in a suit! My supervisor is Ms.
Carla Randall. She's hot bitch looks like a fuckin' Penthouse centerfold, dolled
up in conservative office clothes. I've been under these two
hot-to-fuckin'-trot superiors for years now......I HAVE to obey them.....NO
EXCEPTIONS...THEY are the BOSS...and I have no fuckin' problem with that! The other day was a
typical hot office romp for us. It was well after hours, and, I knew
throughout the day that Mr. Whitehead and Ms. Randall had BIG plans for me after
work. It was
obvious that Ms. Randall was pretty bitchy that day, so, I knew right off the bat
it was "ragtime" again! and, every time I saw Mr. Whitehead, he give my round
corporate butt a discreet swat and whisper: "Your ass is MINE, later,
Anderson!" and, of course, I was FORBIDDEN to go to the men's room for a quick
whank, so, as you might expect, my hairy balls were churning like mad by the time
5PM rolled around.
So, here we were again, all
three of us, in Mr. Whitehead's big, luxurious office, with its dark wood
paneling and hounds-and-foxes paintings on the walls. "CLEANUP TIME, ANDERSON!" Ms.
Randall barked, and, without saying a word, I got her skirt and panties down
to her spike heels. Sure enough, there was some smears of blood surrounding
her hairy pussy, and, I saw the string of a tampon dangling so fucking
invitingly from between those succulent cunt lips. Still
on one knee, I eagerly pulled the blood-soaked tampon out of Ms. Randall's
steaming twat. Shit, did it look good!!
Then, Mr. Whitehead's big, hairy hands grabbed a handful of my thinning hair,
and pulled my head back, my eager mouth opened wide in anticipation. "Here,
cocksucker", Whitehead growled, "pretend it's my fat dick all covered in that
hot red stuff!"
Now, if your a straight or bi guy into tampon/menstrual sex, shit, you'd
PAY to be in my place. I started off by sucking Ms. Randall's well-soaked
tampon, really getting off on that fucking raunchy taste that made my huge cock
throb even more in my pinstriped suit pants. All this while, Mr. Whitehead
squeezed and kneaded the huge bulge behind the fly of his expensive suit
trousers, really enjoying the depraved corporate action before his bifocaled eyes.
Then, without saying anything to me, Mr. Whitehead unzipped his fly, and
reaching into to his custom-tailored suit trousers, pulled out his huge,
throbbing ten-incher. All he had to do is fist it several times and he growled deep
in his bull-like throat as he blasted a huge,creamy load all over Ms.
Randall's bloody, gaping, hairy pussy.
Then, Mr.
Whitehead's broad paws forced my head down between my sexy supervisor's nylon
stockinged thighs, and I just started lapping up that hot, steamy, raunchy
mixture of hot corporate jizz with fresh menstrual juices. It wasn't long before
my lean face and bifocals were smeared in blood and cum, which dripped down
onto my shirtfront and tie. My tongue eagerly went to down, diving ever deeper
into this sexy corporate bitch's hot, bloody snatch. Then, I felt Mr.
Whitehead's big hands pull my head away, all red-smeared and sticky, while Ms.
Randall got up on the desk, her sexy legs spread, her red-dripping twat leaking
all over the accounting forms on Mr. Whitehead's desk. "EAT THAT FUCKIN'
BLOODY CUNT, COCKSUCKER!" Mr. Whitehead snarled, but, before I could comply, he
ordered me to drop my suit pants and shorts. as soon as I slid the suspenders
from my narrow shoulders, and shoved my pinstriped trousers and striped boxers
down to my gartered arygle socks and wingtips, I saw that Mr. Whitehead had
reached into his desk drawer and pulled out his big, thick wooden paddle, the
one drilled with beveled holes. Then, without being told, I
went back to work eating out Ms. Randall's hairy, bloody cunt while Mr.
Whitehead, after having rolled back his sleeves, proceeded to assault my meaty,
sexy little businessman's butt like a raving madman.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! Judging by the all-out assault my poor white-collar rump was
getting, it was obvious that my hunky suited daddy of a boss had a LOT of
pent-up stream to let off!!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Again and again, Mr.
Whitehead brought that big bruiser of a paddle down across my flaming, quivering
ass, but my moans and yelps were stifled, as I had my face still buried down
between Ms. Randall's silky legs, tongue-cleaning her hot, rag-time pussy.
"NOW, SHITHEAD," my hot, suited, 60-something boss barked, "LET'S SEE YOU ACT
LIKE THE FUCKIN' MAN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AND FUCK THAT BLOODY PUSSY RAW!"
Again, before I could reply, he chuckled: "...yeah, really love fucking a
nice, red piece of white-collar man-ass!! NUTHIN' like it, my little cock-suckin'
friend!" Now, as
my hairy nuts churned and my thick nine-incher drooled lube even more, I just
took hold of that massive fuckrod and jammed into right into Ms. Randall's
steaming, bloody pussy. Shit! what a fuckin' feeling! Her awesome cunt muscles
worked over the massive length of my pounding businessman's cock, and, it
wasn't too long before her cunt was really ooozing again, her blood and pussy
juices mingling, coating my raving cock and my hairy, cum-boiling nuts.
Then, I felt Mr. Whitehead pry my red, welted buns apart,
and my cock throbbed as his big, thick tongue started really drilling my hairy
asshole, really getting it primed.
As I continued to fuck the bloody hell (literally!) out of Ms. Randall's
straming, red-oozing pussy, I gritted my teeth and gasped as I felt Mr.
Whitehead's thick shaft splay my tight chute, and I groaned deep in my throat as
this brawny horny executive fucker just brutally slammed his huge Wall St. wang
into my hot, tight, sweaty butt, his big hairy hands grabbing onto my
shoulders, giving the royal executive-level fucking that I NEEDED and CRAVED!
His big, hairy balls slapped against my
blistered buns, and the teeth of his open zipper nipped my tender assglobes,
driving me nuts! Too soon, all too soon, my balls tightened and I knew there
was know holding back.
Roughly
squeezing Ms. Randall's big boobs through her silk blouse, I let loose with a
loud, animal-like growl that, I'm sure, could have been heard up in Times
Square! My huge cock blasted jet after jet of thick, hot, Wall Street spunk
deep inside Ms. Randall's bloody cunt, as Mr. Whitehead continued raping my
impaled ass with his big white collar hammer. As I shot my hot, pent-up load, my
ass muscles flexed like mad, really doing an A-1 job on my boss's pounding,
divorced daddy dick.
"FUUCCKKKKKKKK", Mr.
Whitehead snarled, roughly spanking my sore, flaming ass with one of those big
paws, "YEAHHH, FUCKIN' RAPIN' YOUR HOT WHITE COLLAR ASS, BOY!" I felt that huge
executive dick explode up my ass, hot gobs of thick executive spooge deep
between my well-toasted buns.
When finally, we started to come down off her highs, I pulled my
blood-soaked dick out of Ms. Randall's well-fucked hole, and then, as she started
fingering herself, Mr. Whitehead got down on his knees and started sucking like a
maniac on my blood and cream-covered dick. Shit, this broad-shouldered daddy
REALLY had a knack for sucking a cock, let me tell you! As my bloody dick
started to harden again, Ms. Randall bent me over just enough, so that she could
start humping my red, raw ass. She reached around and pinched my stiff
nipples through my sweaty shirt, as she angrily ground her blood and sperm-dripping
pussy against my round, meaty ass. When she
orgasmed, I could actually feel the intensity, and then her hot pussy juice and a
fresh flow of blood splattered all over my aching ass, the hot mess running
down my legs, dripping down into my gartered socks.
By this time, I was rock-hard again, and I grabbed Mr. Whitehead's big,
handsome, square-jawed head tightly, as my big nuts exploded a second time,
and my bloody dick flooded his cock-hungry mouth with scalding blasts of my
white-collar jizz.
So much jizz flooded his mouth, it dribbled out of his mouth,
dribbling down his chin, staining his expensive shirt front and silk power
tie. I looked at the clock, and then remember something. It was a FRIDAY
evening.......and our hot corporate weekend had just begun....... THE END! Hope
you guys enjoyed! Comments and feedback always welcome!