Date: Mon, 1 Sep 2014 18:57:28 -0700 From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com> Subject: Little top, Big Bottom 5 CHAPTER 5 I got on my Suit and Tie It's been a long day at work. I'm a pharmaceutical rep and sometimes it's long days of driving, getting in and out of the car a million times and talking to receptions and doctors. I really wanted to get home and relax. It's a good thing that I already worked out this morning before work. There is no way I had enough energy to go to Crossfit tonight. I walked in the door and went straight to the bedroom to change out of my suit. I heard the water running in the bathroom and figured Jason must have just gotten home himself. Jason is a real estate broker. He sometimes puts in long hours but it's worth it for the kind of money he brings in. He makes sure I have the nicest things money can buy. Sure enough Jason comes out of the bathroom still in his suit. Damn he is sexy in his suit. He has on a light gray suit, tailored to his perfect little body. He's wearing a sharp royal blue tie that accents his crystal blue eyes. His clean-cut hair is styled a little messy with a part on the side. He's so god damned handsome that it takes the air out of my lungs sometimes just to look down at him. I start to take off my suit jacket and he stops me. "No. Don't take off the suit. Leave it on." I stop and turn to look at him. "Why not?" "Because you look so fucking hot in a suit. I'm so glad I bought all those tailored suits. They really accentuate your broad shoulders and that tiny waist. Not to mention that tight bubble ass you have." Blushing I say, "thank you." He walks up to me and puts his hands up on my shoulders, stands up on his tip-toes and puts his mouth on mine for a long passionate kiss. I reach down and grab him around the waist and hug him hard. Getting lost in the moment, I grab hold harder and lift him off the ground. "NO." He says in a deep, dominate tone. "Don't ever lift me. Bitches get carried around and I'm no bitch. Put me down and if you ever do that again you'll regret it." Flustered and embarrassed I ease him down to the ground. He turns and walks over to the closet and takes off his suit coat. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I just wanted to feel you and be next to you." "Fuck off." He said as he loosened his tie. "Jason I said I'm sorry. I won't do it again." "I know you won't." "Hey wanna fuck me?" I undid my belt and lowered my pants and stepped out of them and then my boxer briefs leaving me in my suit coat, shirt, tie, socks and shoes. He turned and looked at me with a smirk on his face. "Damn, you are really getting comfortable in the bitch role." "Yes Sir." "Sir? That's a first. I guess we skipped ahead in your training." "Well it's the first thing that came to me." "Good boy." He walked over to me and reached out and gave a small tug on my tie. "Leave the pants and underwear off but keep everything else on." "Ok?" "I see your wearing the new socks I bought you. Sexy. You like them?" He was talking about my black, sheer, knee high, dress socks he bought for me. They were skin tight and really showed off my huge calves. "Yeah I do. They fit like a second-skin. They felt good all day like compression socks." "Mmmmm. I know. They really make your legs look sexy. Get on the bed, on your back, legs up." I lay back on the bed and dutifully lifted my legs up into the air. Jason moved forward between them and took my ankles and put them on his shoulders. It was very erotic for some reason to see my bare quads, flexed and pointing up to the ceiling and seeing my nylon clad calves pressing against Jason's tiny boulder shoulders and my shiny, black dress shoes also pointed toward the ceiling. My suit coat strained against it's seams as Jason leaned forward and my knees came to my chest. He reached around my legs and buttoned my top bottom on my shirt and readjusted my tie. I could feel his cock pushing at my hole but it wasn't budging. He leaned over to the side table and pulled out some lube and drizzled it onto his dick. He leaned forward again and his cock pierced my pussy. I know it's been a long time now that I've been bitching for Jason but I'm still tight as a drum. He loves that about me. It must be all the working out and squats but my hole is always tight and sometimes taking his dick is really difficult to do. I've learned that poppers always help me loosen up. The other thing is that poppers really make me slut out. I mean I get really slutty and just want to get fucked. Jason loves that about me too. I felt that initial pain of penetration and let out a small hiss. "Babe I love that your so tight but someday you're going to need to loosen up and take me with out help." He said as he reached over and grabbed my popper bottle, took off the cap and placed it under my nose. I breathed in hard and he put the bottle away in the drawer. I felt that incredible rush, the adrenaline pumping, head spinning and warmth filled my face. "There's my slutty little bitch. Welcome back babe." And with that he started to pull in and out slowly until I was begging him to fuck me hard. "Oh please Sir, fuck me." "I will babe. You want it hard baby?" "Yes Sir. Please. Fuck my pussy!" "Pussy? Holy shit you've got it whore!" That must have turned him on because I have never been fucked so hard since I met Jason. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud and intense. Our breathing was hard. My moans of ecstasy were echoing off the walls. "You like that baby? Huh? You like that cock in your pussy?" "Yes Sir! Oh Jason, breed my pussy. Please!" "You know I will. Gonna flood your cunt with my boys." With that he lunged forward and I felt what seemed like gallons of Jason's jizz fill my bowels until it was leaking from my beaten and bruised pussy hole. He leaned forward and kissed me hard as he continued to pump another load into my ass. Then without touching myself, I came too. I shot up over my head and onto my face as well. Jason smiled a huge toothy grin and yelled, "FUCK YEAH!" Jason was still rock hard inside me, my legs had fallen to the side of his waist and he lay down onto my chest and onto one side of his face. "Pussy? Where the fuck did that come from? Pussy?" I started to laugh. "I dunno. It just felt like the right thing to say." "Yeah? Good. That's what it is. My pussy." "Fuck yeah Jason. Actually to be honest, I've been calling it that since about a couple weeks after we met." "Really? Nice dude. Man you are too fucking perfect. You're ready to get fucked whenever and you now equate your former hole as your pussy. I couldn't ask for a better fuck than you babe. You're really coming into your own." "For some reason I feel like I need to play a certain role in all this. The only way that makes me feel good is to emasculate myself to show that you're the real man around here." "I am the real man around here. You're such a good wife, babe. My hot, handsome, trophy wife." "I'm glad you approve. Can I make you dinner?"