u/FearlessPin0

"Guys, the girl I was with last night" Mike says to us all.  I hate when he does this.  He always talks in intimate detail about what he's done to these poor women.  He treats them like shit and when he talks to us about them he speaks in such degrading terms it makes me sick.  But I have an extra special reason to listen tonight.  I know who he's talking about.

"She was so fucking thick it was unbelievable." He says raising his beer. "She fell for the whole 'you know, I've never had a blow job before' schtick.  In fact just because I'm a bastard I told her how fucking dumb she was whilst she was sucking. And she carried on!"

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Mike and I normally work out at about the same time.  He had finished before me so I wasn't surprised to see him still sat in the changing room when I got in there.  He looked pensive.

"What's up man?" I say as I go to my locker.

"Dude, I can't - not here.  Just feeling really down." He replies. I respect his wishes and we change the subject to talking about sports.  It's not until we reach the car park and are stood by my car before he opens up a bit more.

"This is going to hurt me telling you this" Mike says "You know how I'm always going on about all my conquests and talking about women.  Most of that isn't true.  I just watch some porn and then just pretend it's me." 

"Fuck, I didn't see that coming" I say.

"Yeah - you know I struck out today with this woman at work I've been obsessing over and it all kind of hit me - about what I've become." he says looking down at his feet and before I can respond he drops another bombshell "I mean I've never even had a blow job.  I mean I'm so depserate, I'd take anything from anyone - man, woman, anyone in between"

"Wait seriously?" I say "Like never?"

There's a long pause.  I weigh up what I'm about to say next not sure if I should say it but that little tingle inside my pants makes me think - what the fuck.  This could be an opportunity for both of us.

"Mike, I can...  I will... If you want..." I say stammering a bit as he sort of looks up and smiles and shakes his head from side to side.  "Look, I mean it wouldn't be my first time.  I could help out.  I'm not saying I'm gonna be any good but I can try.  After all, it's just a blow job.  Back when Sarah and I were together we had few threesomes and I tried it then and I'm more than happy to try it again"

This whole thing is a lie.  Sarah and I never had a threesome and I've never had a cock in my mouth.  The closest I've come is listening encouraged-bi videos with a dildo in my mouth whilst wearing a pink latex dress.  I want to.  I desperately want to suck and cock.  And he seems to desperately want a blow job.  I think this could be a win for both of us.

"Look come back to mine." I say going over and putting a consoling arm on his shoulder.  "You've got the whole drive to think about it.  The offer is there - doesn't need to be anything more than tonight.  If you decide to drive away, I won't say anything and I won't think anything less of you and I'm assuming the same goes for what I said."

I drive back to mine.  I see Mike's car following and all the way I'm singing to myself about how I'm finally going to suck a cock.  We get separated at a light I have no idea if he's still following me or not.  My heart jumps a beat when I pull up to my house and see he's leaning against his car.  It's a bit worrying he knows a quicker way than I do to get to my house.  We walk to the door without saying a word.

"So" he says as we sit down "I've been thinking about this.  I *really* want to take you up on the offer but I just think it would be too strange.  I mean maybe if you looked less like the guy I go to baseball games with and more like a woman I could do it."

"Let me see what I've got.  I've got some Halloween stuff and some stuff Sarah left.  We can have a drink, I'll try some stuff on and you can have a good laugh at me if nothing else." I say as my mind goes to the third wardrobe in, bottom drawer and all the women's clothes I have hidden away.  I head to the bedroom and slide the drawer open.  I take out my favourite the fake-leather leggings.  The noise they make as I waft them around and slide my first leg in to them is such a turn on.  I hear the toilet flush as I run my hand up the outside of the leggings feeling how tight they are against my skin.   I take out my ankle boots and zip those up.  I adore the way they arch my calf muscles and make me nearly 6 foot 3.  I pick up the dirty pink wig and head over to the mirror.  I pull the front down and fluff up the curls as I see him standing there. The last piece is a strappy frilly pink vest top which finishes about 6 inches above my stomach .

"This is all from a fancy dress outfit" I say to him.

"Sure OK," he says looking at me.  "I think this will work.  I mean you wouldn't pass as a woman but this should do. Unless? You don't have any lipstick do you?"

I rummage around in the drawer and pick out the sluttiest colour I can find.  I walk over the to mirror and apply it. I can see him watching me apply it.  I turn around to him and gesture towarrds the bed. I kick the drawer of kink shut and walk to the bed.  He doesn't need to know what else is in there. He takes his shirt and pants off and I approach him from between his legs.

"I'll take it slow." I say looking down at his semi hard cock.  I try to stay calm and not give away just how excited I am. I kneel on the bed and position myself between his legs.  I worry that if I stop and think, I'll stop or worse he'll stop me.  I don't want to stop I want to do this and he seems to want me to do it.

I take hold of his cock at the base and stroke him a few times. It's so strange holding a cock. I mean holding *a* cock isn't odd but holding someone else's is really strange. It's still not fully hard. I try and think about how I'd like it stroked.  Rub my thumb against the head on every up-stroke.  I take a breath and then take the mental leap forward that I'm about to make this fantasty a reality and become a cock sucker.

I take the head of his cock in to my mouth and seal my lips around the shaft. I push my head down taking a little bit more in. The tip touches my tongue. The taste is odd. It's salty, sweaty. I move it in and out of my mouth. It's pulsing. It's growing.

I hear Mike moan. I did that. I made him do that. I hold his cock in my mouth and rub my tongue along the under side of the head. I can feel some of the bumps and ridges. I slide my tongue around the head. I hit a spot somewhere that makes him tense up. I don't go back to that spot immediately, I wait five seconds and flick it again.

Then I go for speed. Short, fast movements. Up and down. Bump the head against my tongue. Synchronise with my hand. Fingers and lips moving in harmony up his shaft. I'm amazed at how quickly I've taken to this.

I think I'm good at this.

I shift in my position and feel the stickyness coming from my own cock. 

I AM ENJOYING THIS.

I take my lips off his shaft and continue moving my hand up and down. I let out a little content sigh. I look up and we make eye contact. 

He laughs.

"Oh my word, mate, you're monumentally dumb." he says to me.

"I'm sorry what?" I reply still masterbating his hard cock.

"Of course I've had a blow job before.  Fuck you're not even the first one this week." Mike says "In fact this my 100th  this year. What better way to do it than just a little mental manipulation and then fuck my friend's face"

I'm still stroking his cock.  I haven't stopped, he hasn't got any less hard and, if anything, the humilation has made me a bit harder.  I could stop.  This is my out.  I could get up and walk away.  I put my mouth back on his cock and start rocking up and down. 

"Take your hand off the shaft, just put your mouth on it and let me use you, be a good girl." he says to me as he pats me on the top of my head.

I stop moving my head as he starts rocking his hips. The sensation is not that much different. Maybe a little quicker but not much deeper. His cock head is rubbing against my tongue. Each time he thrusts, he is going a bit deeper and then it happens.  He pushes deep. I open my mouth wide trying to get as much air as possible in around his cock.  My drool flows out of my mouth and down his shaft.  He quickens the pace not allowing me to stop and think. 

The noise.  The gargling and glugging as his cock pushes against the back of my mouth is disgusting, humiliating and incredibly sexy.  I'm turning myself on by just how degrading this whole act is.

I feel his hand on the back of my head and he pushes me as far down on to his cock as he can.  I feel his cock bend slightly and slide just a little bit into my throat.  I stick my tongue out to try and allow just a little bit more of his cock into my mouth.  I want it all.  I need it all.  I hear him moan.  That's me doing that.  I've made him moan.

"You haven't even asked how I knew you'd do this? " he muttters under his breath. I hadn't even thought about it, he's right. I saw the opportunity to suck dick and I took it without ever questioning anything. 

I wiggle my head from side to side and he slides a bit more into me.  My gag reflex kicks in.  I can't breathe.  I can't swallow.  I need to pull back.  He's holding me too tight.  My hands, which were voluntarily and submissively folded together behind my back, start to flail.  I try and grab him, just to push back.  I snort through my nose.  I make a little wretching noise and finally he releases me.

I pull back and saliva falls everywhere.  I look at how drenched his cock and balls are.  It's horrible.  I'm coughing.  I don't want to look but every time I glance at it - I can't help but turn myself on.  I look up at him and he's got his eyes closed and seems to be in a blissful state.

"I don't think I said stop." he says with a smirk as I wipe up some of the spit from my face.  I barely compute what he has said. I was never stopping.  I need his cock back in my mouth.  I need to feel it at the back of my throat.  I need to feel disgusting.  I need to feel submissive. I can't wait.

This feels glorious.  This is everything I wanted it to be and more.  I love this feeling.  The additional humilation of my first cock being such a close friend is the cherry on the top of the cake. I push his cock as far back as I can and rock my head a little bit.  I start hearing those noises.  The disgusting noises of being used.  But these aren't being "forced" on me.  I am making myself make these noises.

I can barely him groaning over the sound of my own throat.  I keep bobbing up and down, wanting to hear more of my own debasement.  Needing this humilation.  Sometimes I'll take more of his shaft in to my mouth.  Some times less.  I slide it into my throat.  A little bit further every time.  Teasing that gag reflex.  Faster.  My neck is hurting.  My jaw aches.  I have to stay at this pace.

I know what is next.

He grabs the side of my face and holds me down on his cock.  And that's when I feel the pulses coming.  The force of the first shot takes me by surprise and hits me on the roof of my mouth.  I don't want this to end.  I try desperately to get his cock back into my throat as the ropes of cum keep shooting.  After he's finished, he pats me on the head.  I pull back away from his cock and swallow as much as I can.  I'm so proud off what I've done.  I hope I have made him happy.

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"I swear to everything that is holy," Mike says as we're all sitting around drinking. "She gave the best fucking head I've had.  I'm going to go round to see her again tonight and I had a peek into her drawer full of sex toys and there's some stuff I can't wait to try."

"What I don't get" Steve says "is why she didn't just get up and kick you out when you told her how dumb she'd been?"

"I dunno" I say, taking a swig of my coke and getting a reminder of how sore my throat is from last night "Maybe some women get off on the humiliation?"

"Oh I know what you shouldd should try tonight" Dave says "try 'I've never done anal'."

"Or given that she sounds like a massive slut" I say "You could just walk up to her and say 'Tonight I'm fucking your ass'."

I pull in to the parking spot outside the coffee shop. It's a lovely day outside. A vest and shorts sort of day, even as it gets late in to the early evening. It's nice to feel the sun on my skin as I walk towards the door.

As I step inside I nod to the barista who I have seen here many times before. I would struggle to remember his name or pick him out of a crowd but I'm not exaggerating when I say I've probably spoken to him more this year than I have my own brother.

I point towards the washroom and he nods back.

That's when I catch her eye.

God, she's gorgeous. My eyes widen. I know her. I think. She looks different though. Her hair? If I do know her, I don't immediately recognise her. If it is someone I know, I don't think I've seen her wear her hair that way. The person I know usually has shoulder length curly hair, this woman has similar color but it's straight and longer.

She's sitting opposite a man. She's smiles at him and laughs, breaking eye contract with me. I walk a bit slower and get my phone from my pocket to pretend to do something, but actually all I want to do is stare at her. I glance above my phone. She's leaning forwards. Her bright red vest top drapes off her and I can get a glance at her tits. I see a black lacy bra. She's in shorts, they look like super short shorts. AND Red ankle boots. How has it taken this long for me to notice the pointy toes and the sharp looking heels?

She glances over and sees me seeing her. I immediately look back down at my phone. Fuck. That's embarassing. I quickly stutter off towards the washroom.

I get inside the cubicle, close the door and look in the mirror. What am I doing with my life? Is this what I have become? Why can't I just be normal rather than spending a minute staring at a beautiful woman and fantasizing over her.

Then I hear something. The lock turns. I see a flash of something, in the mirror, over my shoulder. I turn quickly.

She's stood there. In front of me. Hands on hips. I'm taken aback. I can't tell from her face how she's feeling. Her expression looks both annoyed, angry and somehow sexy.

I don't get to say anything before it happens. I don't see it coming. I feel it though. And I hear it.

There's a thud. A soft thud. And then the pain. The shooting pain. First I feel it in my left nut. It pulses at first. The nerves fire signals up in to my body. That hurt. I look down just in time to see her right foot swinging, once again, and landing on my ball sack. Seeing it happen somehow makes it more painful. There's a very sharp pain now just below my nuts where the toe of her boot hit my skin.

The pain changes from being an identifiable nerve ending to an overall throb. It aches. It hurts. A third shot is too much. This one makes me jump. My hands finally react and cover by balls and as they do I notice.... Am I hard? Is this turning me on? Who am I kidding? I started getting hard the moment I saw her here.

I look up at her face and she's smiling. It's such an evil smile. The more I look at her the more turned on I get. She's so beautiful when she's mean. She tucks her hair behind her left ear.

"Move them" she says and my hands comply and offer her another free shot at my balls. She begins to swing her foot and I flinch. She stops. I relax. She swings again. Faster this time. I can't react quickly enough. This one makes more contact with my cock than my balls. It'd be hard not to given how hard and swollen it had become.

"Please Zoe, please stop. Enough" I say as the pain becomes all consuming. I'm bent over and put one hand on my balls and one up in the air to plead with her.

"I say when it's over" Zoe replies. She puts her hand on my chest and lifts me back to to my full height. She pushes me in to the wall and presses her body against me.

"Hold me" she says as my hands position themselves on her back. I can feel her bra strap at the back and her tits pressing in to me at the front. As I hold her, she pushes her leg between mine and I know what's coming. "remind me of our arrangement."

"I am to show up" I say as her knee rams in to my balls. I hadn't noticed that the pain has subsided until it came back. I yelp a little in to her ear and continue "Wherever you want me"

"And?" She whispers to me as her knee once again finds its way to my cock and balls. I can feel her breathing. It's quick but deep. Its excited breathing. It's anticipatory.

"And you can do whatever you want to me" I reply. Her knee lands another blow. I'm beyond feeling them now. The pain is so intense now that it's not just my balls that ache. It's my lower back. It's my upper thighs. I become limp and fall forward in to her body as the next blow lands.

My face rests on her shoulder. Her skin is so soft. She smells like apple pie. My lips are near the base of her neck and they brush her skin. I could kiss her. Her knee continues it's assault. I've lost count. With every thrust she grunts. The sort of gutteral noise that I'd imagine she'd make whilst being fucked.

I need this to stop. My eyes glaze over. My hands fall from her back. I can't take this anymore. I mutter something about wanting her to stop. But that's the last thing I want. This is the most intimate we have been in the weeks since this arrangement started. Her body is pressed in to mine. Her skin touching my skin. Her breath, her voice, her sounds - all being made because of me.

This goddess, my colleague, my friend.

"You realise I'll have to fuck him now don't you?" She says, snapping me back in to reality and pressing her body tightly in to mine. "I'm going to go out there, grab his hand and tell him I'm going to fuck his brains out. Doing this to you has made me so horny that I need cock"

Neither of us has even considered that it could've been my cock. She never mentions it, I wouldn't dare suggest it. We know our roles.

"If you're lucky," she says stepping back from my limp body. "I'll send you a text later telling you what I did to him. Give you something to wank over. Providing those pathetic balls still work"

She giggles. Looks in the mirror and fixes her hair. She unlocks the bathroom door and walks out.

"See you Monday" she says as she leaves "unless I need you again before then"

I need to be composed. I need to look like I haven't just been dominated. I need to look like I am not in excruciating pain. I need to hide my hard cock. I need to look normal. A couple of deep breaths and I step outside the cubicle.

"Hey dude," the server says as I glance over to the empty chairs where they were sat "I made your usual. How'd the game go last week?"

I make some small talk with him, pay for my drink, wish him well and head to the door. I stand outside and let the heat hit me. I contemplate what a horrible but wonderful day it's been so far and how I can't wait to get home.

As I open my car door, I look up and see them, a couple of spots over. He has his back to me. They're kissing. She moves her head so that she's looking over him towards me. Her eyes are wide open as their mouths clash. Her right leg, that has previously caused me so much pain, is wrapped around him. She takes her hand off his ass and gives me a thumbs up.

I hate this woman. She's so evil. And the thing I fucking hate the most about her is how much I love her.

I pull in to the parking spot outside the coffee shop. It's a lovely day outside. A vest and shorts sort of day, even as it gets late in to the early evening. It's nice to feel the sun on my skin as I walk towards the door.

As I step inside I nod to the barista who I have seen here many times before. I would struggle to remember his name or pick him out of a crowd but I'm not exaggerating when I say I've probably spoken to him more this year than I have my own brother.

I point towards the washroom and he nods back.

That's when I catch her eye.

God, she's gorgeous. My eyes widen. I know her. I think. She looks different though. Her hair? If I do know her, I don't immediately recognise her. If it is someone I know, I don't think I've seen her wear her hair that way. The person I know usually has shoulder length curly hair, this woman has similar color but it's straight and longer.

She's sitting opposite a man. She's smiles at him and laughs, breaking eye contract with me. I walk a bit slower and get my phone from my pocket to pretend to do something, but actually all I want to do is stare at her. I glance above my phone. She's leaning forwards. Her bright red vest top drapes off her and I can get a glance at her tits. I see a black lacy bra. She's in shorts, they look like super short shorts. AND Red ankle boots. How has it taken this long for me to notice the pointy toes and the sharp looking heels? 

She glances over and sees me seeing her. I immediately look back down at my phone. Fuck. That's embarassing. I quickly stutter off towards the washroom.

I get inside the cubicle, close the door and look in the mirror. What am I doing with my life? Is this what I have become? Why can't I just be normal rather than spending a minute staring at a beautiful woman and fantasizing over her.

Then I hear something. The lock turns. I see a flash of something, in the mirror, over my shoulder. I turn quickly.

She's stood there. In front of me. Hands on hips. I'm taken aback. I can't tell from her face how she's feeling. Her expression looks both annoyed, angry and somehow sexy.

I don't get to say anything before it happens. I don't see it coming. I feel it though. And I hear it.

There's a thud. A soft thud. And then the pain. The shooting pain. First I feel it in my left nut. It pulses at first. The nerves fire signals up in to my body. That hurt. I look down just in time to see her right foot swinging, once again, and landing on my ball sack. Seeing it happen somehow makes it more painful. There's a very sharp pain now just below my nuts where the toe of her boot hit my skin.

The pain changes from being an identifiable nerve ending to an overall throb. It aches. It hurts. A third shot is too much. This one makes me jump. My hands finally react and cover by balls and as they do I notice.... Am I hard? Is this turning me on? Who am I kidding? I started getting hard the moment I saw her here. 

I look up at her face and she's smiling. It's such an evil smile. The more I look at her the more turned on I get. She's so beautiful when she's mean. She tucks her hair behind her left ear. 

"Move them" she says and my hands comply and offer her another free shot at my balls. She begins to swing her foot and I flinch. She stops. I relax. She swings again. Faster this time. I can't react quickly enough. This one makes more contact with my cock than my balls. It'd be hard not to given how hard and swollen it had become.

"Please Zoe, please stop. Enough" I say as the pain becomes all consuming. I'm bent over and put one hand on my balls and one up in the air to plead with her.

"I say when it's over" Zoe replies. She puts her hand on my chest and lifts me back to to my full height. She pushes me in to the wall and presses her body against me.

"Hold me" she says as my hands position themselves on her back. I can feel her bra strap at the back and her tits pressing in to me at the front. As I hold her, she pushes her leg between mine and I know what's coming. "remind me of our arrangement."

"I am to show up" I say as her knee rams in to my balls. I hadn't noticed that the pain has subsided until it came back. I yelp a little in to her ear and continue "Wherever you want me"

"And?" She whispers to me as her knee once again finds its way to my cock and balls. I can feel her breathing. It's quick but deep. Its excited breathing. It's anticipatory.

"And you can do whatever you want to me" I reply. Her knee lands another blow. I'm beyond feeling them now. The pain is so intense now that it's not just my balls that ache. It's my lower back. It's my upper thighs. I become limp and fall forward in to her body as the next blow lands.

My face rests on her shoulder. Her skin is so soft. She smells like apple pie. My lips are near the base of her neck and they brush her skin. I could kiss her. Her knee continues it's assault. I've lost count. With every thrust she grunts. The sort of gutteral noise that I'd imagine she'd make whilst being fucked.

I need this to stop. My eyes glaze over. My hands fall from her back. I can't take this anymore. I mutter something about wanting her to stop. But that's the last thing I want. This is the most intimate we have been in the weeks since this arrangement started. Her body is pressed in to mine. Her skin touching my skin. Her breath, her voice, her sounds - all being made because of me.

This goddess, my colleague, my friend. 

"You realise I'll have to fuck him now don't you?" She says, snapping me back in to reality and pressing her body tightly in to mine. "I'm going to go out there, grab his hand and tell him I'm going to fuck his brains out. Doing this to you has made me so horny that I need cock" 

Neither of us has even considered that it could've been my cock. She never mentions it, I wouldn't dare suggest it. We know our roles. 

"If you're lucky," she says stepping back from my limp body. "I'll send you a text later telling you what I did to him. Give you something to wank over. Providing those pathetic balls still work"

She giggles. Looks in the mirror and fixes her hair. She unlocks the bathroom door and walks out.

"See you Monday" she says as she leaves "unless I need you again before then" 

I need to be composed. I need to look like I haven't just been dominated. I need to look like I am not in excruciating pain. I need to hide my hard cock. I need to look normal. A couple of deep breaths and I step outside the cubicle.

"Hey dude," the server says as I glance over to the empty chairs where they were sat "I made your usual. How'd the game go last week?"

I make some small talk with him, pay for my drink, wish him well and head to the door. I stand outside and let the heat hit me. I contemplate what a horrible but wonderful day it's been so far and how I can't wait to get home.

As I open my car door, I look up and see them, a couple of spots over. He has his back to me. They're kissing. She moves her head so that she's looking over him towards me. Her eyes are wide open as their mouths clash. Her right leg, that has previously caused me so much pain, is wrapped around him. She takes her hand off his ass and gives me a thumbs up.

I hate this woman. She's so evil. And the thing I fucking hate the most about her is how much I love her.

"Hey babe, I know it's late but any chance you could come and pick us up? Would love you forever if you could xxxxxxxxx"

It's just before midnight when I get this text. I would have been asleep by now if it wasn't for my obsession with watching obscure sports played in different time zones. I'm tired, I'm already dressed for bed but I've never been able to say no to Zoe.

It isn't the first time I would have acted as her taxi after a wild night out but normally she's asked before hand rather than sending a random text. So I respond that of course I will, I throw on some sweats and get in my car. After all she's only a couple of minutes away.   I've been in love with Zoe since college and although we lost contact at one point, a couple of years back I found out she'd actually moved to an apartment about five minutes away from where I was living.  We got back in touch and started hanging out. I got hear about her life, her work and her boyfriends. I was there to hear about how amazing Steve made her feel, I was there to comfort her when Steve left her for his colleague, I was there to hear about how amazing Joe made her feel and I was there to comfort her when he treated her like shit and she ended things.

Maybe tonight's the night I will finally tell her how I feel.

As I pull up to the bar, I see her smile. Her face lights up to see me. I could make her so happy. But there's no way I could tell her now is there? I mean she could be sad about it and it could ruin our friendship. And she looks so happy, surely it's my duty not to make her feel sad.

She bounces over to me as I get out of my car outside the bar, she's in a pair of daisy dukes and satin halter top, she throws her arms around me and hugs me tight. She smells of booze. I put my arm around her, on to her back. OH MY GOD, IT'S A BACKLESS TOP. I'm touching her naked skin. Images of the two of us naked, in bed, skin on skin, lips on lips, the sun peeking through the blinds, the two of us sharing an intimate moment of ecstasy. I cannot get hard!

As she pulls away, my seconds of bliss subside but I do have something new I can wank myself stupid over tonight. Zoe pulls me over to the gang of people she was with and introduces me to her colleagues.

"So Sarah here is new, she just started but she's on the east side of town in one of those new developments." Zoe says as she rubs my arm and introduces me. Sarah is a complete contrast to Zoe, shorter, curvier, long black hair as opposed to Zoe's taller athletic build with shorter curly blonde hair.

"I was wondering babe if you'd be OK to take her home?" Zoe says as she goes from stroking my arm to full on grabbing and hugging my arm.

"Sure thing" I say "shall we all go now?" 

"Erm, oh, yes. I'm not. If that's OK" Zoe says. "it seems a bit reductive for me to go twenty minutes in the wrong direction and then come back thirty minutes to home when I could just walk home in ten minutes. Plus Andy said he'd walk with me."

I smile and nod and look happy and say OK. It's very much not OK and I'm very not happy. My heart has gone from being full of joy to crying. I thought I was going to get to spend some time with the love of my life but instead I'm going to be out past midnight, driving someone I don't know to somehwere I've never been, whilst HE gets to walk her home and fuck her brains out. He's not even that good looking. He's just average. That hurts the most. I'm better for her than he is. Why does he get to do that? I could say no. I should say no. I will say no.

All that rotates around in my head as I pull up outside of a cookie cutter town house in some development named after a random tree. Sarah and I must've held a conversation but that's not where my mind has been. We must've talked. We must've got on OK.

"Here, give me your phone, I'll pop my number in." Sarah says just before she gets out of the car. I guess we must've got on better than OK. She puts her number in my phone and I start off home.

I can't sleep. It's hot. I'm playing back every moment from that night. Every moment from the last few months. This is not healthy. I can't go on like this, following this woman around, doing what she says, all whilst she goes home and gets fucked by the likes of Andy!

I can see her lying there staring at the ceiling as he fumbles with the condom wrapper. He's not that big, she's not that turned on, he slides in to her and starts grunting. There's no love, no tenderness, no worshipping that she deserves. It's not sexy. I feel disgusted on her behalf. She looks bored, he looks sweaty, I feel humiliated. My hand is on my cock. The vision of the two of them having sex disgusts me, but turns me on. The more I envision, the hornier I get. I jump up and walk to the bathroom. I sit on the toilet, in the dark, one pump, two pumps, three pumps. I hold back the cum. And then release it. Woosh. Out it goes. Hitting the toilet bowl. I wipe my hand and my cock and flush the toilet. As I walk out of the bathroom I see myself in the mirror. I'm disgusted by what I see. The post nut clarity is real and immediate. Eventually I fall asleep.

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I don't see Zoe at all during that next week. I have resolved that I need to get over this. On the Thursday my phone pings with a message from Sarah.

"hey you, just wondered, do you know any gardeners? I need some work doing and wanted a recommendation."

"I'm in an apartment so no not really" I reply, quickly followed by "but I do help my mom and dad out in their garden - maybe I can help you? What do you need doing."

"Oh just a bit of tidying up. I was planning on paying someone so wouldn't expect you to do it for nothing 😁"

And so Saturday comes around, my car is filled with my parents garden tools, I'm driving over to see Sarah and it's hot. Really fucking hot. Like I can barely move hot. Still, it's nice to be outside and seeing people. Maybe Sarah can be a new friend. 

We unpack the car, she shows me the handful of little jobs. Shouldn't take more than an hour.

"So how do you know Zoe?" she says as I start trimming one of the plants. We talk casually for a few minutes. It's nice. She's sitting on a lawn chair on the small deck. She's wearing a white cotton beach dress and I can see a black bikini underneath. We chat, we have fun, she seems great and I kinda like the way she's looking at me. She looks genuinely interested in me.

"You know if it's too hot, you can take your shirt off" she says after about twenty minutes. I say thanks but don't.

"No honey" she says lowering her sunglasses and looking over the top of them as she pauses to take a sip from her drink. "Please, take your shirt off for me"

Is she coming on to me? She must be. She holds the straw between her lips and stares at me. I shyly take my shirt off and fold it on the table. Her head turns to follow me. She's glaring. She's objectifying me. She maybe actually wants me. It's been so long that I've had a woman be interested in me, this feels kinda hot. The more I see her looking, the sexier it gets.  Every time I turn around she's looking at me and not like she glances up from her phone.  She is just sat there watching.  The more it goes on the more it alternates from sexy to a bit creepy.  I'm trying to hide just how horny this is making me.

It probably takes another half hour to finish the gardening at which point, I'm pretty shattered.

"I did say I'd pay you didn't I?" she says as I walk over to where she's been sat all this time and mumble something about it being OK and she doesn't have to.  She reaches inside the neck of her dress and I see her hand look like she's playing with her boob.  She pulls out some folded bills and hands them to me.  I have no idea if she's given me $5 or $500.  I just say thank you and put it in my pocket.  Her smile is so sexy.  I'd never noticed before.  I can feel something stirring as I look at her.

"Before you sit down, would you be a good boy and reapply my sunscreen?" she hands me a bottle and thrusts forward her left leg.

"Of course" I say smiling at the thought of touching her. I kneel in front of her and she places her heel on my thigh.  How did this happen?  I can't quite believe I'm doing this.  I squirt some cream into my hands and do a quick pass of her shin and calf to distribute it.  I start slowly massaging her calf, rubbing the cream in.  Her skin is olive colored and her calf is so smooth.  I work up her calf, touch her knee and distribute some of the cream just above her knee.  Thank fuck I'm bent down and she can't see how fucking hard I am.  There's no way she knows what this is doing to me.

"Stay below the knee" she snaps

"Yes, sorry!" I say

"And make sure you get plenty of cream on the soles of my feet and between my toes, wouldn't want them to burn" she says.  I squirt some more cream in to my hand and look at her toes.  They're painted red and look so gorgeous.  I apply the cream and rub.  I mean, by now, she must know what this is doing to me?  I glance up and see her breathing deep. Her chest is visibly going up and down.  She's looking at the sky.  Oh wow!!  She knows what this is doing to me.  And it appears like it's doing the same thing to her.  I go between her toes with my fingers.  God I wish this was my tongue.  Maybe I'll ask if I can kiss the next foot.

"Yes, between the toes." she gasps.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I hear as someone shout and look up

"Zoe?!?!?!" I say looking up and seeing my beautiful friend stood there in a black and white stripey bikini.  It's so small I'm sure I can see her nipples.  Her skin is so white.  Her legs are so long.  She's so athletic.  The material covering her cunt is so tiny.  She's even more gorgeous than in every fantasy I've ever had about her.   Fuck me, this is the closest I've been to seeing her naked.  What am I doing?  I love this woman. Why have I done this? "I'm just....  I was...."

"No not you." Zoe snaps.  "I can see **exactly** what you're doing.  I meant her.  Sarah, what are you doing?  You know he's mine"

"Oh come on" Sarah says with a cheeky smile "Simps don't belong to people.  They're free game for anyone to exploit."

There's silence as the two women stare at each other.

"I can't believe you said that." Zoe says.  "You never tell a simp they're a simp.  Once you do the magic is gone."

"Rubbish" Sarah says, pulling her foot off my thigh.  "Simp, give me fifty bucks"

She leans forward and holds out her hand.  I put my hand in my pocket and take out the money she gave me a few minutes ago.  I count it out.  Ten, twenty, twenty five, thirty.  I reach in to my other pocket and pull out my wallet.  I take out another twenty and hand it to her.

"See it's that easy"  Sarah says.

"I'm just not sure I could be quite so forward.  But maybe I could give it a go" Zoe says.  She puts her hands on her hips and taps her foot. "Do you want to know what happened last weekend with me Andy, I'll go in to a lot of detail.  I'll tell you things that you don't want to hear?  Unlock your phone, open your banking app, hand it to me and I'll choose how much I deserve."

I would do anything for this woman.  This seems dangerous though.  I can't do this surely.  I mean I trust her but this is beyond anything I had ever thought of.  I feel sick.  It's the heat, the exhaustion and the horniness.  I mean do I even want to know?  If I hear about her with another man it will utterly break my heart.  I should say no.  I will say no.

She hands me my phone back with a satisfied grin.

"Thank you." I say taking the phone back from her and putting it in my pocket.  Why did I do this and why is my cock still so hard.  She starts to walk around me.  I'm looking forward at Sarah who is smiling at me and seems genuinely excited by what is going on.  Zoe bends down next to me and puts her mouth near my ear.  I brace myself to hear the absolute worst story that I've ever heard.  I'm already ashamed and humiliated that my first thought was that I'm going to masterbate to this for years.  Why am I wired like this?

"So Andy walked me home." Zoe says "And then he went home too.  Absolutely nothing happened.  I can't believe you thought my standards were so low I'd let him fuck me.  I've taken all your life savings just so you could hear that.  How does it feel?"

"Oh my!  That's fucking hilarious. We should see what else we can make him do!" Sarah says laughing, standing up and grabbing Zoe's hands.  "Let's make him eat his own cum"

"Ugh" Zoe says making a wretching noise as the two of them head inside "That's disgusting.  If he did that I'm not sure I'd ever be able to look him in the eye again"

I stay knelt on the deck outside as my head spins. I'm alone.  I take a handful of deep breaths.  I could say no and walk away.  This is my "out".  Just tell them that this has been fun but isn't really my thing and that I don't want any part of this.

"Come on in" Zoe says as she pops her head out of the patio doors.  She winks and smiles and blows me a kiss. 

How can I say no?

"Actually, you know what I said it was OK but it's not OK." she says coming back in to the bedroom

​

She had cum three times already this morning. I'd made her cum once with my fingers and twice with my mouth. Back in the day, that would have been enough to turn my cock as hard as a steel rod but recently, it's just not been responding. With work, kids, life and all the stess that comes with that, I've really not been feeling turned on by anything. We've tried. She's tried so hard. She's used her mouth, her feet, her hands and she's even bought a new pair of heels just to wear in the bedroom but still nothing. I had tried to masterbate too. Previously, I had been so horny that I could've cum at any time. Recently, not only have I not been able to cum - I've not even really felt like playing with myself.

​

And after this Saturday's failed attempt at trying to get me hard enough to have sex, she had gotten up and left the bedroom telling me it was OK and we'd keep trying. That was when she almost immediately returned and was where this story began.

​

"I am trying, it's just not happening" I said. Still lying there, naked, my hand playing with my soft cock.

​

"You're such a disappointment" she says. I'm kinda shocked by this. She's always been so supportive and understanding. And now she's stood there exposing my deepest fear.

​

"It's really not that difficult" she continues as she paces around the bed with her hands on her hips "all I ask is for a hard cock inside me and to pump away. It's been so long, that I don't even give a shit that you only ever last a couple of minutes. I just want that feeling back."

​

"I know babe and I am trying" I plead to her.

​

"Arrrggghhhhh, Just sort it the fuck out." she says as she turns towards the door and paces towards it. "Because if you won't maybe I should I find someone else who can"

​

She looks back over her shoulder at me. And she's smiling. Her head flicks in a gesture towards my feet and I look down. Am I hard? I am! I mean I'm not rock hard but I'm definitely harder than I've been in a few weeks. I smile excitedly. At first she leans on the bed and then she puts one knee up and begins to slowly inch towards me.

​

"I even know who I'd fuck. Mike..." she says leaving a pause. "He'd be round here in a flash you know. You've met him. I've never had anyone work for me who's been just that desperate to put their cock in me than he has been."

​

"He'd drop everything and be over here immediately if he knew what I'd just said" She says stopping a little short of me. I have met Mike. He seemed nice. And yes, I had picked up that he seemed a bit besotted with my wife. I am secure enough in our relationship and trust her. Or at least I was until about ten seconds ago.

​

"I bet he wouldn't have any trouble getting hard for me" she says as my hand is now actively stroking my cock and I can feel it growing. I should just jump on top of her now and fuck her. "He could be my young stud. A cock I'd call up whenever I'm in the mood. I don't even really like him as a person, but jeez, to have a cock on call that could come and fill me up, that would be amazing. It's what I deserve isn't it?"

​

"Maybe I'd let you watch" she says as I turn to look at her as she lies next to me. I can see deep in her eyes. I start to think of her and Mike fucking. He's a nice guy and all but he's hardly an Adonis. He isn't this giant, muscular, hung stud. He's just normal. If anything I'd say he wasn't even as attractive as me. The image is degrading. She'd deserve so much better. "Maybe..... Maybe, I'd let you join in. You could eat me out, get me ready. He'd walk in and drop his pants and be instantly hard."

​

"You wouldn't want me to get fucked. I don't want to get fucked by him. But I need cock. I mean I could get any man I wanted - but I'd choose him purely because I want you to see how low my standards are now because of how much I need to be fucked." she says looking away from me briefly, closing her eyes and turning them to the ceiling. The vision I have of this bland, sort of nerdy kid, standing naked next to my wife - it's not sexy, shes right, it's humiliating. My hand speeds up on my cock, it's getting harder.

​

"I wouldn't love him, I wouldn't even care for him. He'd be my human dildo." Her hand is now on my chest and she uses it to push me down and lever herself up. My cock hasn't been this hard in weeks - maybe months "He'd lie there on the bed, just a cock, just a thing to get me off."

​

She stradles me and takes hold of the base of my cock and glides it inside of her. I let out a little yelp of pleasure and excitement as I am, finally, for the first time in ages - inside my beautiful wife.

​

"I would want your cock for sure" she says as she slowly goes up and down. Just gentle movements with her hips. "But if you're not able to give me it, what am I supposed to do? Just live with ***only*** orgasming from your tongue. Do you know how good it is to feel cock inside you? To feel it rubbing? To feel it twitching?"

​

"I'd ride him and look over to your poor little sad face in the cuck chair, knowing that neither of us want to do this but that you're forcing me to do this." she leans down so her chest is on mine. Her face is on mine. "He'd slide in and out of me and I'd make you get up and watch so you could understand just how important a hard cock is to me. You could see his cock, spreading my lips apart sliding in and out. He wouldn't even be that big. As long as he's hard and can go for more than two pumps. As I rode him, he'd look up at me and tell me that he loved me. I would just shrug. I'm not after love. I'm after cock."

​

I slide my cock in and out as I can feel her orgasm building. She stops speaking. I hold her tight as I keep sliding in and out. I can feel her cunt massaging my cock. It's starting to twitch. I need to time this right. She stops breathing. NOW! I lift my knees and my pelvis off the bed and cause my cock to go deep inside my wife. She grunts. Her eyes screw shut. I can feel her tightening everything around me. Her arms pull me closer as her cunt squishes my cock.

​

"YEAHGHHHHH" she screams right in to my face she cums. She keeps hold of me as she shudders and convulses. She's cum with my cock inside her. With all the problems I've been having recently, I was worried I'd never get to feel this again. I am so happy.

​

"And then I'd keep riding that hard cock" she says sitting up and riding me. That happiness turns to despair when I realise she doesn't want my cock. She doesn't care who it's attached to or what sort of emotional bond she has with the owner of the penis, she just wants cock. "You know what was happening next? A raw cock, my magnificent pussy. You know I always cum harder when from bareback. I'd explode. I'd be so horny and ecstatic to finally feel that spunk inside me. The squirts, the shakes, the spasms. When I'm filled with cum there's only one thing that's happening. I'm sitting on your face. Your eager mouth. You know I love you eating me out like that. Digging your tongue in to get every bit of cum. Orgasms come quick. The shaking and twitching. I'd flood your face. You'd gag at the amount dripping out of me and just like that, you'd have become a cum eating cuck"

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And that's what tips me over the edge. I can feel it building up inside me. I can feel my balls tightening. I am going to cum! Finally!

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"I'm really close, please when I cum, do that." I say looking up at her being the happiest I've been in the bedroom for ages.

​

"No." she says, uncoupling herself from me. My cock slides out of her and I feel it flop against my hips. It's so wet. It's so hard. Wait? What did she just say? "If you're going to make me wait 9 weeks and six days to get your cock - I'm going to make you wait to cum. You will not be cumming until I tell you to. Now I know that all I have to do is humiliate you to make you hard, I can do that any time, but today you learn just how much control I have."

​

She rolls on to the bed and looks up and ceiling. I lie in a similar position, desperately trying to do the one thing I want to do GRAB MY COCK AND CUM

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"Honey" she says still looking at the ceiling, after a minute or so has passed "That was pretty fucking hot wasn't it?"

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"Oh god yes!" I reply

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"So serious question" she says passing me her phone. "Should I send this text?"

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The text says

* TOMORROW 2PM. I WILL FUCK YOU, MAKE YOU CUM. AND MY HUSBAND WILL EAT ME OUT

​

I click the send button.

"Our producer is Jumpin' Jonny and as ever our thanks go out to the title sponsor of this show Delivr, the number one meal delivery company in the country. Use the code podcast at checkout for an exclusive 15% discount off your first order when you sign up for 72 months."

My commute is incredibly boring but the voices in my ear buds usually make it go quicker. A twenty minute drive and a 40 minute train journey just to move some numbers around in Excel.  Explain to me why I can't just work from home?

The next podcast should start soon.

CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE

There's some interference on this one.

BEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP

I go to reach for my phone in my pocket.

"You don't need to check your phone" a robotic sounding female voice in my head says "everything is fine. This is normal, everything is normal, just act normal"

If I know anything from SciFi, hearing a robot telling you that everything is normal is one true sign of how everything is fucked up.

"You need to change the access code to your phone" the voice continues. I don't remember subscribing to a sort of black mirror / scifi / horror podcast. Maybe I did, maybe this is a preview episode. "it was so easy to hack. And putting your name as the name of the phone? Come on. It's like you wanted me to take control of it."

"Yeah that's right, I own your phone right now. I hacked it as you stood there watching sports highlights at the station. Hmm, maybe I'll look inside that locked photos folder? What will I find in there?" the voice continues. I close my eyes and mentally scan the folder, I mean I was actually watching sports on the station, could this really be real? There's bad stuff in the folder but not like awful but certainly creepy things. Some screenshots of friends in bikinis from Insta, a few celebs in leather and an unhealthy amount of my coworker in her Catwoman halloween costume - in my defence, she's now my girlfriend - does that work? They're not terrible but they're certainly embarrassing.

"Hmm you've more than one reddit account. I wonder which one contains the porn? I mean why else would anyone have two?" the voice chuckles to itself. Ok this is now very generic, this isn't really just me.  This is like a cold read that mentalists do. I've downloaded something and it's tricked me in to thinking it's real. It's got me. Well done. I must see what it is. I put my hand in my pocket.

"NO" the voice snaps back "do not touch your phone. Just stand where you are, keeping leaning on the post by the door and look out the the window and listen."

OK that's very specific. I am stood by a door. I start to glance around the train looking for someone who could've pulled this off.

"I bet you're wondering who has done this too you aren't you?" the voice says "I could be the blonde you walked past on the station. The way you looked at my sticky red lips, you pervert. Watching me apply that gloss. Thinking about having them wrapped around your cock. Feeling how warm and wet my mouth is. Having me eagerly slurp up your cock. But do you seriously think someone like me will be interested in a man like you? I'd hang out with you a few times, get you even more besotted with me than you are already. And then I'd fuck your best friend. In front of you. I probably wouldn't even like him. I'd just let him pound me so I could see you there, not sure if you want to cry or cum from your own special cuck chair"

"He'd throw me around like a rag doll. Treat me poorly. Slap me. Choke me. I'd cry out to you for help. And watching you rattle the cuffs, unable to move. That's when I'd cum the hardest."

"I mean do you seriously expect someone like me to be interested in you as a person?" the voice says in a conciliatory manner "You're such an odd man.  You would never be my boyfriend but ultimately, someone like you, you don't even have any interest in that do you?  You just want to serve me.  To simp for me.  You'd convince yourself that you're having 'fun threesomes' but all you'd do is sit and watch.  I'd move him into your house and slowly he'll start to feel disgusted with you in the room and you'd offer to sit outside.  Eventually he'd suggest you just leave the house when we fucked and you would. I wouldn't even be in love with him. Or even like him. I'd just be doing this because knowing how distraught you are turns me on. But you'd still pay all my bills, you'd pay for our holidays - and I'd completely and utterly destroy your life - and you'd tell everyone you're happy."

OK. I'm hooked. There was a blonde. I look down the carriage, I can see her. She's looking in to her phone. She angles her phone up, smiling, trying to find the right angle to take a selfie.

"Are you hard right now cucky? Disgusting." the voice says in a more flirty upbeat manner.  I am hard.  I need to find a way making sure this doesn't show.  Thank fuck I'm wearing some tight briefs.

"Hmm, maybe I'm not her. Maybe I'm the girl in the boots? I could describe my face but you didn't even look at it did you?" the voice continues as I start to look around the train in the other direction. She's right. I didn't look at her face, I'm not sure I could recognise her. She had a black skirt and tights on. I remember that, but it's not like that narrows it down. This is a really good podcast and really a compelling cold read.  I mean it is fiction isn't it?

"You could've just walked past me but instead you stopped and glanced down." the voice sounds disdainful. "Your brain instantly thinking about worshiping my boots.  I'm a fucking stranger, you disgusting excuse of a man.  You were thinking about being on your knees in front of me kissing them, adoring them and begging me to drive them in to your balls. And I would too. I'd revel in the power and the thrill of causing you pain.  With each kick I'd grow bolder.  Every time you winced, every little noise you made, every time you begged for mercy, I'd get that rush of knowing I owned you."

"My first act of control over you was to take over your phone and with one simple kick I'd own your balls I'd own everything.  You are a little pain slut and you would be begging for me to hurt you more wouldn't you?." the voice says and the voice is right, they know me well - I'm starting to think there's no way this is just random.  "I would stand over you in that lovely black suit and grind my heel into your cock shaft.  You'd beg me to stop but you don't really want me to stop and I know you don't want me to stop.  You'd grab my calf - not to stop me but just to touch the plastic of the boots. I'd keep going - stomping, rubbing, crushing - and then that disgusting ***stuff*** would come dribbling out.  You better not get any of that on my lovely boots.  You know what's happening if you do?  That's right you're licking all that horrible fluid off.  It'll make me feel sick watching you do it.  No one should enjoy eating cum as much as you do.  When I see you smile and lick your lips I will think less of you as a man."

I can sort of taste cum in my mouth now.  I shift akwardly, even more aware of the hard cock in my trousers and and the sticky pre-cum residue in my pants.  I can even feel it on my balls.

"Enjoying yourself you disgusting little boy?" the voice says as it crackles.  I shake my head and rememebr where I am.  The doors open and close and more people get on.

"Or maybe I'm the one who owns a strap on.  You won't be able to pick me out, I don't look like someone who owns one.  I'm too innocent to be involved in that sort of thing."  the voice says.  My eyes dart around the carriage.  They settle on one woman, very white skin, ginger curly hair in a loose pony tail.  She's reading a book, a classic.  Blue eyes, glasses and a 'butter wouldn't melt' look.  Yes, she is so innocent looking she's guaranteed to own a strap on.  And if this is her, she's gorgeous.

"I think you'd enjoy being with me.  We'd go to your parent's house and I'd help your mom bake an apple pie - she'd love me.  I'd help your sister with her kids and play all their silly games - I'd be the fun aunt."  the voice says.  Yes, my family would love her she looks like the absolute perfect person to introduce to them.  "Then I'd casually lean over to you in the middle of dinner and tell you that when we get home I was planning destroying your ass with my pink dildo.  I'd enjoy watching you squirm.  No one would ever believe that someone as innocent as me as just whispered that.  I'd know that your cock is throbbing in the pink panties you're wearing and that the plug in your ass would be shifting as you squirmed in your seat."  

"Oh you'd look so cute in a summer dress."  the voice says and I bet I would.  "I'd get you looking perfect, we'd get you a wig that would match my hair.  I'd do your make up and you'd look so pretty.  We'd look like twins.  And then you'd lift your dress up and back yourself up onto my dildo.  I'd be sat on the sofa and you'd be stood up.  You'd spread yourself and push the cock inside you.  You'd be stretched and lubed because an eager slut like you shouldn't offer any resistance.  I'd do nothing.  I'd sit and watch you gently take more of the shaft.   You'd change angle and it would slide in more than you were expecting.  You'd be almost sat on me with the dildo fully burried inside you.  You'd let a gasp out.  Good girl I'd say - now fuck yourself on my massive cock.  Up and down you'd bounce. I'm not doing any of the work.  If you want my cock, you have to ride it.  I'd just sit back and watch my sissy debase herself for my pleasure."

"Are you surrounded by strangers thinking about having my cock inside you?  Such a desperate and horny little slut aren't you" the voice says as it pauses.  I really am.  I'm surprised I haven't cum already in my pants.  Any sort of stimilaton and I would.  Maybe there's a way I can rub myself from inside my pocket.

"Maybe, I'm the woman in the sports shirt?  That makes sense doesn't it?" the voice starts again as I snap back and take my hand out of my pocket.  I've got one stop to go.  This better reach a conclusion soon.  I look around and about 3 paces away is a tall muscular looking woman wearing a hoodie with the name of a local rugby team on.  I catch her eye, she looks at me and me smiles.  She's gorgeous.  Yes, it has to be her.  I smile back, look away and look back.  She catches my eye again, smiles, looks down and giggles to herself.

"A big strong girl like me oozes domainatrix vibes right?  And that's why you're interested?  But know right now, I have no interest in you or your life.   But I do have a need for a couple parts of you.  I need a face to sit on and a cock to ride.  I mean I know you're interested?  Who wouldn't be?  I'd love to clamp my thighs around your face as you stab and probe into my cunt.  Squeeze your head as your keen little tongue laps at my clit.  You'd be flailing.  You'd be tapping my thighs, submitting, using a physical safe word.  Do you think I'd care?  Of course I fucking wouldn't. I hadn't cum and you'd said you wanted your limit to be pushed.  The more desperate you got, the more you needed air, the more turned on I'd get.  And you better keep licking that tongue against me, right there that spot.  I'd look down knowing you're giving up oxygen - the one thing you need to live - just for my pleasure - that would make it earth-shattering when I did cum."

Fucking hell that sounds amazing.  I mean not a single part of this, you know, the whole thing.  Someone has put this on my phone who knows me better than I know myself.  They're making me leak on my commute to the office.

"I'd ride you too.  And I'd cum.  Over and over.  I'd be so sloppy." the voice says as it revels in this new personality  "Up and down your shaft over and over.  Just keep going.  Maybe I'd touch you?  Maybe you'd be lucky and I'd tug at your nipples? Maybe I'd put my hand on your throat?  I wouldn't want to be too rough.  Can't be hurting my toy too much can I?  But I would want you to know that I own you and I control you.  After the fourth or fifth orgasm I'd get tired and I'd roll off."

"And then you'd say in your whiney little voice 'But I didn't cum, mistress?' and I'd just get up, shrug and take a shower.  At one point I bet you'd casually mention that you masterbated - I'd look shocked and disgusted.  I'd tell you to stop, no chastity, no cage, no keys - you just stop because I said so.  Your balls would be aching every time we went out.  My team mates would look at you and whisper under their breath.  You'd think - has she told them?  Of course I fucking have.  You'd barely wiped your face of my juices before it was on the group chat. When they look at you, when they touch your arm, when they hug you - they would all know you were my chaste tongue slave who would give me the most explosive orgasms I had ever had and get nothing in return. They'd be so jealous."

The doors slide open.  I step off.  The podcast ends.  One quick look back.  There's the rugby player stood there, she smiles at me.  As the doors close and the train pulls out the blonde is looking out the window and does a double take as I'm looking at her.  I hear the clip clop of heels on the cold concrete platform.   My head snaps round to see the boots disappearing into the crowd.

I need a breath.  I need a sit down.  I need a wank.

"Don't forget to like and subscribe" the voice says as it trails off to silence.

What had I just listened to?  My brain is scrambled.  I disconnect my headphones, look at my phone and it is blank.  Nothing.   The next episode of some random sports podcast is up next.  I can't have just made all that up can I?  

"Oh hey!" I say drifting out of my fantasy world as I see my girlfriend stood there in the middle of the station.  "I didn't know you were coming in today?  You should've told me."

"It was a last minute thing" she replies as we hug and have a little kiss.

"So, listen to anything good on the way in?" she says as she looks me in the eye and winks.

"Our producer is Jumpin' Jonny and as ever our thanks go out to the title sponsor of this show Delivr, the number one meal delivery company in the country. Use the code podcast at checkout for an exclusive 15% discount off your first order when you sign up for 72 months."

My commute is incredibly boring but the voices in my ear buds usually make it go quicker. A twenty minute drive and a 40 minute train journey just to move some numbers around in Excel. Explain to me why I can't just work from home?

The next podcast should start soon.

CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE

There's some interference on this one.

BEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP

I go to reach for my phone in my pocket.

"You don't need to check your phone" a robotic sounding female voice in my head says "everything is fine. This is normal, everything is normal, just act normal"

If I know anything from SciFi, hearing a robot telling you that everything is normal is one true sign of how everything is fucked up.

"You need to change the access code to your phone" the voice continues. I don't remember subscribing to a sort of black mirror / scifi / horror podcast. Maybe I did, maybe this is a preview episode. "it was so easy to hack. And putting your name as the name of the phone? Come on. It's like you wanted me to take control of it."

"Yeah that's right, I own your phone right now. I hacked it as you stood there watching sports highlights at the station. Hmm, maybe I'll look inside that locked photos folder? What will I find in there?" the voice continues. I close my eyes and mentally scan the folder, I mean I was actually watching sports on the station, could this really be real? There's bad stuff in the folder but not like awful but certainly creepy things. Some screenshots of friends in bikinis from Insta, a few celebs in leather and an unhealthy amount of my coworker in her Catwoman halloween costume - in my defence, she's now my girlfriend - does that work? They're not terrible but they're certainly embarrassing.

"Hmm you've more than one reddit account. I wonder which one contains the porn? I mean why else would anyone have two?" the voice chuckles to itself. Ok this is now very generic, this isn't really just me. This is like a cold read that mentalists do. I've downloaded something and it's tricked me in to thinking it's real. It's got me. Well done. I must see what it is. I put my hand in my pocket.

"NO" the voice snaps back "do not touch your phone. Just stand where you are, keeping leaning on the post by the door and look out the the window and listen."

OK that's very specific. I am stood by a door. I start to glance around the train looking for someone who could've pulled this off.

"I bet you're wondering who has done this too you aren't you?" the voice says "I could be the blonde you walked past on the station. The way you looked at my sticky red lips, you pervert. Watching me apply that gloss. Thinking about having them wrapped around your cock. Feeling how warm and wet my mouth is. Having me eagerly slurp up your cock. But do you seriously think someone like me will be interested in a man like you? I'd hang out with you a few times, get you even more besotted with me than you are already. And then I'd fuck your best friend. In front of you. I probably wouldn't even like him. I'd just let him pound me so I could see you there, not sure if you want to cry or cum from your own special cuck chair"

"He'd throw me around like a rag doll. Treat me poorly. Slap me. Choke me. I'd cry out to you for help. And watching you rattle the cuffs, unable to move. That's when I'd cum the hardest."

"I mean do you seriously expect someone like me to be interested in you as a person?" the voice says in a conciliatory manner "You're such an odd man. You would never be my boyfriend but ultimately, someone like you, you don't even have any interest in that do you? You just want to serve me. To simp for me. You'd convince yourself that you're having 'fun threesomes' but all you'd do is sit and watch. I'd move him into your house and slowly he'll start to feel disgusted with you in the room and you'd offer to sit outside. Eventually he'd suggest you just leave the house when we fucked and you would. I wouldn't even be in love with him. Or even like him. I'd just be doing this because knowing how distraught you are turns me on. But you'd still pay all my bills, you'd pay for our holidays - and I'd completely and utterly destroy your life - and you'd tell everyone you're happy."

OK. I'm hooked. There was a blonde. I look down the carriage, I can see her. She's looking in to her phone. She angles her phone up, smiling, trying to find the right angle to take a selfie.

"Are you hard right now cucky? Disgusting." the voice says in a more flirty upbeat manner. I am hard. I need to find a way making sure this doesn't show. Thank fuck I'm wearing some tight briefs.

"Hmm, maybe I'm not her. Maybe I'm the girl in the boots? I could describe my face but you didn't even look at it did you?" the voice continues as I start to look around the train in the other direction. She's right. I didn't look at her face, I'm not sure I could recognise her. She had a black skirt and tights on. I remember that, but it's not like that narrows it down. This is a really good podcast and really a compelling cold read. I mean it is fiction isn't it?

"You could've just walked past me but instead you stopped and glanced down." the voice sounds disdainful. "Your brain instantly thinking about worshiping my boots. I'm a fucking stranger, you disgusting excuse of a man. You were thinking about being on your knees in front of me kissing them, adoring them and begging me to drive them in to your balls. And I would too. I'd revel in the power and the thrill of causing you pain. With each kick I'd grow bolder. Every time you winced, every little noise you made, every time you begged for mercy, I'd get that rush of knowing I owned you."

"My first act of control over you was to take over your phone and with one simple kick I'd own your balls I'd own everything. You are a little pain slut and you would be begging for me to hurt you more wouldn't you?." the voice says and the voice is right, they know me well - I'm starting to think there's no way this is just random. "I would stand over you in that lovely black suit and grind my heel into your cock shaft. You'd beg me to stop but you don't really want me to stop and I know you don't want me to stop. You'd grab my calf - not to stop me but just to touch the plastic of the boots. I'd keep going - stomping, rubbing, crushing - and then that disgusting ***stuff*** would come dribbling out. You better not get any of that on my lovely boots. You know what's happening if you do? That's right you're licking all that horrible fluid off. It'll make me feel sick watching you do it. No one should enjoy eating cum as much as you do. When I see you smile and lick your lips I will think less of you as a man."

I can sort of taste cum in my mouth now. I shift akwardly, even more aware of the hard cock in my trousers and and the sticky pre-cum residue in my pants. I can even feel it on my balls.

"Enjoying yourself you disgusting little boy?" the voice says as it crackles. I shake my head and rememebr where I am. The doors open and close and more people get on.

"Or maybe I'm the one who owns a strap on. You won't be able to pick me out, I don't look like someone who owns one. I'm too innocent to be involved in that sort of thing." the voice says. My eyes dart around the carriage. They settle on one woman, very white skin, ginger curly hair in a loose pony tail. She's reading a book, a classic. Blue eyes, glasses and a 'butter wouldn't melt' look. Yes, she is so innocent looking she's guaranteed to own a strap on. And if this is her, she's gorgeous.

"I think you'd enjoy being with me. We'd go to your parent's house and I'd help your mom bake an apple pie - she'd love me. I'd help your sister with her kids and play all their silly games - I'd be the fun aunt." the voice says. Yes, my family would love her she looks like the absolute perfect person to introduce to them. "Then I'd casually lean over to you in the middle of dinner and tell you that when we get home I was planning destroying your ass with my pink dildo. I'd enjoy watching you squirm. No one would ever believe that someone as innocent as me as just whispered that. I'd know that your cock is throbbing in the pink panties you're wearing and that the plug in your ass would be shifting as you squirmed in your seat."

"Oh you'd look so cute in a summer dress." the voice says and I bet I would. "I'd get you looking perfect, we'd get you a wig that would match my hair. I'd do your make up and you'd look so pretty. We'd look like twins. And then you'd lift your dress up and back yourself up onto my dildo. I'd be sat on the sofa and you'd be stood up. You'd spread yourself and push the cock inside you. You'd be stretched and lubed because an eager slut like you shouldn't offer any resistance. I'd do nothing. I'd sit and watch you gently take more of the shaft. You'd change angle and it would slide in more than you were expecting. You'd be almost sat on me with the dildo fully burried inside you. You'd let a gasp out. Good girl I'd say - now fuck yourself on my massive cock. Up and down you'd bounce. I'm not doing any of the work. If you want my cock, you have to ride it. I'd just sit back and watch my sissy debase herself for my pleasure."

"Are you surrounded by strangers thinking about having my cock inside you? Such a desperate and horny little slut aren't you" the voice says as it pauses. I really am. I'm surprised I haven't cum already in my pants. Any sort of stimilaton and I would. Maybe there's a way I can rub myself from inside my pocket.

"Maybe, I'm the woman in the sports shirt? That makes sense doesn't it?" the voice starts again as I snap back and take my hand out of my pocket. I've got one stop to go. This better reach a conclusion soon. I look around and about 3 paces away is a tall muscular looking woman wearing a hoodie with the name of a local rugby team on. I catch her eye, she looks at me and me smiles. She's gorgeous. Yes, it has to be her. I smile back, look away and look back. She catches my eye again, smiles, looks down and giggles to herself.

"A big strong girl like me oozes domainatrix vibes right? And that's why you're interested? But know right now, I have no interest in you or your life. But I do have a need for a couple parts of you. I need a face to sit on and a cock to ride. I mean I know you're interested? Who wouldn't be? I'd love to clamp my thighs around your face as you stab and probe into my cunt. Squeeze your head as your keen little tongue laps at my clit. You'd be flailing. You'd be tapping my thighs, submitting, using a physical safe word. Do you think I'd care? Of course I fucking wouldn't. I hadn't cum and you'd said you wanted your limit to be pushed. The more desperate you got, the more you needed air, the more turned on I'd get. And you better keep licking that tongue against me, right there that spot. I'd look down knowing you're giving up oxygen - the one thing you need to live - just for my pleasure - that would make it earth-shattering when I did cum."

Fucking hell that sounds amazing. I mean not a single part of this, you know, the whole thing. Someone has put this on my phone who knows me better than I know myself. They're making me leak on my commute to the office.

"I'd ride you too. And I'd cum. Over and over. I'd be so sloppy." the voice says as it revels in this new personality "Up and down your shaft over and over. Just keep going. Maybe I'd touch you? Maybe you'd be lucky and I'd tug at your nipples? Maybe I'd put my hand on your throat? I wouldn't want to be too rough. Can't be hurting my toy too much can I? But I would want you to know that I own you and I control you. After the fourth or fifth orgasm I'd get tired and I'd roll off."

"And then you'd say in your whiney little voice 'But I didn't cum, mistress?' and I'd just get up, shrug and take a shower. At one point I bet you'd casually mention that you masterbated - I'd look shocked and disgusted. I'd tell you to stop, no chastity, no cage, no keys - you just stop because I said so. Your balls would be aching every time we went out. My team mates would look at you and whisper under their breath. You'd think - has she told them? Of course I fucking have. You'd barely wiped your face of my juices before it was on the group chat. When they look at you, when they touch your arm, when they hug you - they would all know you were my chaste tongue slave who would give me the most explosive orgasms I had ever had and get nothing in return. They'd be so jealous."

The doors slide open. I step off. The podcast ends. One quick look back. There's the rugby player stood there, she smiles at me. As the doors close and the train pulls out the blonde is looking out the window and does a double take as I'm looking at her. I hear the clip clop of heels on the cold concrete platform. My head snaps round to see the boots disappearing into the crowd.

I need a breath. I need a sit down. I need a wank.

"Don't forget to like and subscribe" the voice says as it trails off to silence.

What had I just listened to? My brain is scrambled. I disconnect my headphones, look at my phone and it is blank. Nothing. The next episode of some random sports podcast is up next. I can't have just made all that up can I?

"Oh hey!" I say drifting out of my fantasy world as I see my girlfriend stood there in the middle of the station. "I didn't know you were coming in today? You should've told me."

"It was a last minute thing" she replies as we hug and have a little kiss.

"So, listen to anything good on the way in?" she says as she looks me in the eye and winks.

"So you two have been on a date?" Amy says looking at me and Zoe sat around a meeting room table. I'm new at this company so I don't know all their policies inside and out yet but Zoe had warned me before our date that she'd have to file a TR25 form to let the corporate head office now that we had been out. 

Zoe is so fucking hot I just nodded and said fine. I had no idea what that would entail but as I sat next to her in the break room and she crossed her legs and pulled up her black pleated skirt up to flash the top of her stockings I wasn't going to say no. 

"Can you answer the question please?" Amy, who is the Regional Relationship Investigator, says looking at me. She's sat back in her chair pointing her touchscreen pencil thing at me. Zoe and I had taken our lunch break together and headed out of the office to a windowless meeting room in a collaborative working area and we were here to meet Amy. She had explained to Zoe that these always took place at a different venue to protect privacy.

"Yes we have" I reply

"Just one date?" she asks

"Well" I say to Amy whilst looking at Zoe for some support. "one official date"

"Explain what you mean by that" Amy says as she starts taking notes on her tablet.

"We, erm, went out after work last Tuesday for a drink with a handful of colleagues and spent a lot of time together and then had an official date last Friday." I say not entirely sure what answer I'm supposed to give. 

"And have you kissed?" Amy says looking up from her tablet but keeping her head tilted down. Her eyes are looking at me through her hair.

"Erm, I'm not sure why that's relevant" I say.

"Just answer the question." Amy snaps back.

"Yes we have kissed" I reply. I really wish Zoe would say something. Anything. Just help me out here. I have no idea what's going on and this is starting to get uncomfortable.

"Was it a good kiss?" Amy says

"Yes it was" I say

"And did you instigate it?" Amy says

"Erm, Zoe do you want to answer this?" I say trying to make some eye contact with her. She's not said a word since Amy arrived. She is just staring directly forward, no emotion on her face, just a blank look. Her eyes seem glazed over.

"Dont look at her look at me" Amy says in a deeper and more forceful tone. "I'm asking you a simple question. Did you as a man, force yourself upon this innocent woman"

"No" I say. I want to laugh. I barely had any say in the matter. That Tuesday night when we first kissed it was like being hit by a truck. A sexy truck in a business suit and knee high boots.

I announced to the group that I was going to the washroom and then when I came back I was going to head off home. I walked out of the bathroom and barely got a chance to close the door before she pounced on me. I didn't get an opportunity to say no and stop and her - not that I was ever going to do that though. Her body pushed against mine and her lips were on mine immediately. Her tongue forced it's way into my mouth. She was a violent and aggressive kisser. Her head moved from side to side quickly and her hands were on the side of my face.

She pushed her thigh between my legs. The forcefulness of her kiss and the surprise of this gorgeous blonde throwing herself at me was making me hard. I had no idea if she could feel my erection through all our clothes, especially given that she seemed to be concentrating more on pushing her tongue as deep in to my mouth as she can.

My hands had been in shock since she first made contact with me but they eventually find their way to her back and to her short curly blonde hair. As I touch the back of her head and lose my hand in her curls, she releases her lips from mine and puts her mouth next to my ear. I smell her skin and am reminded of sweet apple pie as she whispers in my ear 'this Friday I'm going to fuck your brains out'. 

"It was a mutual decision to kiss" I say.

"Hmm" Amy says taping on her screen "So tell me about the date on Friday."

I ramble on about how we went to a bar for appetisers and a drink. I talk about the conversation we had about holidays and how cute I found her stories about her brother playing softball. I conclude and say it was a very nice date that I enjoyed a lot and would definitely consider going on a second date. 

"And what happened after the date ended?" Amy says.

"I went home - I had an appointment with my optician on the Saturday morning." I say, which is technically true. I miss out the fact that the date didn't really end until we were having pancakes on Saturday in her apartment.

"I think we're nearly done" Amy says standing up "but I have one or two more questions."

"Can I get some water" I say noticing that it's getting really hot in here and I'm sweating quite a bit.

"No not yet young man, this won't take long" Amy says bending forward and putting her hands on the desk. Her blue jacket falls down slightly and I can see her cleavage. She has a beautiful pair of tits which I absolutely 100% cannot be caught staring at. I glance at them and then at Zoe who seems to be completely zoned out and ignorant of what is going on. "Did you perform oral sex on her?"

"I'm not answering that." I say as my eyes dart in a triangle between Zoe's eyes, Amy's eyes and Amy's tits "I don't really see how that's relevant."

"May I remind you that you are still on probation at this company and failure to comply with company policy will lead to termination. Look at me - and into my eyes not any lower - and answer the question!" Amy says leaning even further forward.

"Yes I did" I say sheepishly.

"And how did that happen? Did you neg her? Did you force yourself upon her? Did you tell her you love her and emotionally blackmail her?" Amy says now walking around to near where I am sitting. She gets uncomfortably close and sits on the meeting room table and crosses her leg. The knee of her crossed leg is almost in my face and her foot is dangerously close to touching me.

"As part of our conversation we had on consent we discussed it and agreed what we were comfortable with." I say trying to answer in the most work appropriate way  as my mind played back the entire date.

Like with the kiss, I wasn't going to say no but never really got the chance to say no either. We'd originally planned for an entire meal at this restaurant but after we'd had our soup, Zoe took my hand and said 'pay the bill, I'm taking you back to mine - I need you NOW.'

I didn't know at the time but her apartment was literally across the street from this restaurant. She pulled me through traffic, in the door and up the stairs to her place. Before I'd really even taken in my surroundings she was on the edge of the bed, lying back, spreading her legs, lifting her skirt, revealing her stocking tops and bare cunt.

"Eat me" she said. I fell to my knees and kissed up her thigh when she grabed my hair. "Put your fucking tongue on my clit and make me cum" 

I lapped away at her clit, hungrily. I had barely known this woman for more than a fortnight and here I am devouring her cunt. I wanted to try and enjoy this moment but as with everything with this woman it's fast and it's violent. I remember her thighs being warm, her cunt being bald and her juices tasting like a nectar from the gods. Within minutes, her thighs clamp around my head, her body tenses and her voice is yelling unintelligible affirmation. 

"And she perform oral sex on you?" Amy says as the pointy toe of her patent blue heels inappropriately touches my thigh. 

I shake my head not even sure why I'm being asked this or why I'm even answering it. The heat, the sweat, the uncomfortable position I'm in, the toe of the shoe of this woman rubbing my thigh, the horniness of having recalled in my head the best sex I've ever had has made me feel incredibly turned on and awkward.

"Only a few more questions" Amy says smiling and touching leaning forward to touch my shoulder. "Did you have penis in vagina intercouse?"

I cant look Amy in the eye any more. I can't look Zoe in the eye. I just nod as I remember how I had just about caught my breath and wiped my face when she is sat back up and is positioning me on my back on the bed. She threw me a condom. I got my trousers down to my knees and opened the packet. She took the rubber and rolled it on to my cock as she straddles my thighs and within a second my cock is inside her. She sat still as I shifted to try and get the right angle.

"Shhh Shhh shh" she says as her body tensed up and her cunt moulded itself around my cock. She moved her body up and down on my cock. It's one of the most intense experiences I've ever had. Having a woman be so aggressive and controlling. It's everything I've ever wanted. I mustn't get too turned on, I have to last. This can't be over too quickly.

She reached down and puts one hand on my neck. She was not choking me, she was holding me down by the neck. Her aggression and my submission a perfect match and wonderful melding of two kindred spirits. She looked down at me. Her eyes were hungry, her breath was short and fast, her hips moved up and down and he voice yelled "I'm cumming"

She shook. Her whole body shook. Her hand on my neck shook. I felt her cunt pulsating. She had stopped breathing for ten seconds and everything went still. Until she exhaled, let out a content moan and fell forward. As she fell, my cock slid out of her. She rolled to the side and laid still on the bed.

"Shall I go on top?" I said after noticing just how tired she looked.

"No, I'm too tired. I can't take any more" Zoe said. "Maybe try again in half an hour?" 

By the time that half hour came around she was already asleep. I got myself a water, looked around her apartment for a few minutes and then joined her in bed.

"And did she cum?" Amy says. 

"At least twice, once from oral and I think at least once from intercouse." I say wondering why I don't just shut the fuck up and say nothing.

"And did you?" Amy says uncrossing her legs and leaning forward to once again flashing her cleavage at me but from a much closer distance.

I shake my head.

"Would you say you're dominant or submissive in the bedroom?" Amy says. I pause before answering, kind of forgetting that we're in a work meeting and not in a bar or a club. "Given that you paused I'm going to put you down as submissive. No dominant man ever pauses."

"And would you say you'd be interested in all aspects of submission?" Amy says. I turn to look at Zoe who still hasn't made any eye contact with me in the last fifteen minutes. Amy puts her hand on my face and turns it towards her. "Things like pegging, cbt, pain?" 

"I can see in your eyes that's a yes." Amy says. It is a yes she's right. 

"OK." Amy says "I think I'm happy now. On behalf of the corporate head office I can authorise this relationship to continue. But the studies we've done into work place relationships have shown that the males involved do have a tendency to let their horniness get in the way of their productivity. So I'm suggesting that we fit you with one of the standard issue corporate chastity cages."

"Huh?" I say as I peel my eyes away from Amy's breasts and towards Zoe. Zoe is smirking. Almost laughing. She's trying to cover her face with her hand and her hair. Something isn't quite right.

"Let's see what we've got" Amy says walking to the side of the meeting room and opening up a large case that had been sitting on a table by the door. Zoe goes to join her. I'm just sat in the same seat looking bewildered.

Zoe holds a small metal device in her hand walks back over with Amy. Following their instruction I'm stood up and lowering my trousers. Zoe takes down my boxer shorts allowing my cock to breathe. It was hot, it was sweaty and leaking pre cum.

And why the fuck is it out in the middle of this office? I look around to see if there are any windows. There's not but why did I get half naked in front of two women before I looked? What is going on in my brain?

There are two women sat in front of me looking at my cock. I had been put in one of the most uncomfortable situations I've ever been in which culminated with them holding a chastity cage. Why am I so hard?

Zoe pulls my balls into the metal ring and starts trying to stuff my cock though. She pushes and twists my hardening cock until it pops through the ring.

"Ugh" she says wiping the handful of pre cum on my thigh from her hand. I can feel the cold metal pressing against the head of my cock. They push and push and the more attention my cock gets the harder it gets and the harder it is for them to lock it away.

"There we go" Amy says as I hear a click as everything slides in to place. Amy twists the key and they both sit back.

"We will keep this key at corporate headquarters and if your relationship progresses to when you need the key you can complete the UL73-B from the staff portal and we can send it to Zoe." Amy says. "Now you run along and get back to work. Zoe and I have to do some paperwork"

I pull my trousers back up and do up my belt buckle and zip. I walk towards the door.

"You fucking bitch!" Zoe says "flashing your tits at my guy. How the fuck am I supposed to compete with those two gorgeous things"

I turn to look and see Amy smiling and laughing to herself as she leans on the desk as Zoe grabs her tits and squeezes them.

"I know I'm sorry" Amy says "but that is just payback for you spending like five minutes describing blow job technique to Mike."

"Sorry what's going on?" I say as the two girls snap their heads around to look at me.

"Oh honey" Zoe says "you're sweet and all but so so incredibly dumb. There's no such thing as a corporate policy on dating. And even if there was why the hell would they need you to describe our sex life and then lock you in chastity? This is my friend Amy. We've known each other since forever. We just do this to boys for a bit of fun. And wow that was a lot of fun. I wish we had time for you to taste how much fun I thought that was."

"Huh?" I say as Amy takes the key to my chastity cage, attaches it to a chain and puts it round Zoe's neck.

"Oh you've got a real one here Z." Amy says. "Cute and so very submissive. But so so dumb."

"Maybe dumb is wrong, he's just complaint and does as he's told" Zoe stands and walk to the door as she beckons over her shoulder to me "Come on boy, back to the office."

I follow.

"So you two have been on a date?" Amy says looking at me and Zoe sat around a meeting room table. I'm new at this company so I don't know all their policies inside and out yet but Zoe had warned me before our date that she'd have to file a TR25 form to let the corporate head office now that we had been out.

Zoe is so fucking hot I just nodded and said fine. I had no idea what that would entail but as I sat next to her in the break room and she crossed her legs and pulled up her black pleated skirt up to flash the top of her stockings I wasn't going to say no.

"Can you answer the question please?" Amy, who is the Regional Relationship Investigator, says looking at me. She's sat back in her chair pointing her touchscreen pencil thing at me. Zoe and I had taken our lunch break together and headed out of the office to a windowless meeting room in a collaborative working area and we were here to meet Amy. She had explained to Zoe that these always took place at a different venue to protect privacy.

"Yes we have" I reply

"Just one date?" she asks

"Well" I say to Amy whilst looking at Zoe for some support. "one official date"

"Explain what you mean by that" Amy says as she starts taking notes on her tablet.

"We, erm, went out after work last Tuesday for a drink with a handful of colleagues and spent a lot of time together and then had an official date last Friday." I say not entirely sure what answer I'm supposed to give.

"And have you kissed?" Amy says looking up from her tablet but keeping her head tilted down. Her eyes are looking at me through her hair.

"Erm, I'm not sure why that's relevant" I say.

"Just answer the question." Amy snaps back.

"Yes we have kissed" I reply. I really wish Zoe would say something. Anything. Just help me out here. I have no idea what's going on and this is starting to get uncomfortable.

"Was it a good kiss?" Amy says

"Yes it was" I say

"And did you instigate it?" Amy says

"Erm, Zoe do you want to answer this?" I say trying to make some eye contact with her. She's not said a word since Amy arrived. She is just staring directly forward, no emotion on her face, just a blank look. Her eyes seem glazed over.

"Dont look at her look at me" Amy says in a deeper and more forceful tone. "I'm asking you a simple question. Did you as a man, force yourself upon this innocent woman"

"No" I say. I want to laugh. I barely had any say in the matter. That Tuesday night when we first kissed it was like being hit by a truck. A sexy truck in a business suit and knee high boots.

I announced to the group that I was going to the washroom and then when I came back I was going to head off home. I walked out of the bathroom and barely got a chance to close the door before she pounced on me. I didn't get an opportunity to say no and stop and her - not that I was ever going to do that though. Her body pushed against mine and her lips were on mine immediately. Her tongue forced it's way into my mouth. She was a violent and aggressive kisser. Her head moved from side to side quickly and her hands were on the side of my face.

She pushed her thigh between my legs. The forcefulness of her kiss and the surprise of this gorgeous blonde throwing herself at me was making me hard. I had no idea if she could feel my erection through all our clothes, especially given that she seemed to be concentrating more on pushing her tongue as deep in to my mouth as she can.

My hands had been in shock since she first made contact with me but they eventually find their way to her back and to her short curly blonde hair. As I touch the back of her head and lose my hand in her curls, she releases her lips from mine and puts her mouth next to my ear. I smell her skin and am reminded of sweet apple pie as she whispers in my ear 'this Friday I'm going to fuck your brains out'.

"It was a mutual decision to kiss" I say.

"Hmm" Amy says taping on her screen "So tell me about the date on Friday."

I ramble on about how we went to a bar for appetisers and a drink. I talk about the conversation we had about holidays and how cute I found her stories about her brother playing softball. I conclude and say it was a very nice date that I enjoyed a lot and would definitely consider going on a second date.

"And what happened after the date ended?" Amy says.

"I went home - I had an appointment with my optician on the Saturday morning." I say, which is technically true. I miss out the fact that the date didn't really end until we were having pancakes on Saturday in her apartment.

"I think we're nearly done" Amy says standing up "but I have one or two more questions."

"Can I get some water" I say noticing that it's getting really hot in here and I'm sweating quite a bit.

"No not yet young man, this won't take long" Amy says bending forward and putting her hands on the desk. Her blue jacket falls down slightly and I can see her cleavage. She has a beautiful pair of tits which I absolutely 100% cannot be caught staring at. I glance at them and then at Zoe who seems to be completely zoned out and ignorant of what is going on. "Did you perform oral sex on her?"

"I'm not answering that." I say as my eyes dart in a triangle between Zoe's eyes, Amy's eyes and Amy's tits "I don't really see how that's relevant."

"May I remind you that you are still on probation at this company and failure to comply with company policy will lead to termination. Look at me - and into my eyes not any lower - and answer the question!" Amy says leaning even further forward.

"Yes I did" I say sheepishly.

"And how did that happen? Did you neg her? Did you force yourself upon her? Did you tell her you love her and emotionally blackmail her?" Amy says now walking around to near where I am sitting. She gets uncomfortably close and sits on the meeting room table and crosses her leg. The knee of her crossed leg is almost in my face and her foot is dangerously close to touching me.

"As part of our conversation we had on consent we discussed it and agreed what we were comfortable with." I say trying to answer in the most work appropriate way as my mind played back the entire date.

Like with the kiss, I wasn't going to say no but never really got the chance to say no either. We'd originally planned for an entire meal at this restaurant but after we'd had our soup, Zoe took my hand and said 'pay the bill, I'm taking you back to mine - I need you NOW.'

I didn't know at the time but her apartment was literally across the street from this restaurant. She pulled me through traffic, in the door and up the stairs to her place. Before I'd really even taken in my surroundings she was on the edge of the bed, lying back, spreading her legs, lifting her skirt, revealing her stocking tops and bare cunt.

"Eat me" she said. I fell to my knees and kissed up her thigh when she grabed my hair. "Put your fucking tongue on my clit and make me cum"

I lapped away at her clit, hungrily. I had barely known this woman for more than a fortnight and here I am devouring her cunt. I wanted to try and enjoy this moment but as with everything with this woman it's fast and it's violent. I remember her thighs being warm, her cunt being bald and her juices tasting like a nectar from the gods. Within minutes, her thighs clamp around my head, her body tenses and her voice is yelling unintelligible affirmation.

"And she perform oral sex on you?" Amy says as the pointy toe of her patent blue heels inappropriately touches my thigh.

I shake my head not even sure why I'm being asked this or why I'm even answering it. The heat, the sweat, the uncomfortable position I'm in, the toe of the shoe of this woman rubbing my thigh, the horniness of having recalled in my head the best sex I've ever had has made me feel incredibly turned on and awkward.

"Only a few more questions" Amy says smiling and touching leaning forward to touch my shoulder. "Did you have penis in vagina intercouse?"

I cant look Amy in the eye any more. I can't look Zoe in the eye. I just nod as I remember how I had just about caught my breath and wiped my face when she is sat back up and is positioning me on my back on the bed. She threw me a condom. I got my trousers down to my knees and opened the packet. She took the rubber and rolled it on to my cock as she straddles my thighs and within a second my cock is inside her. She sat still as I shifted to try and get the right angle.

"Shhh Shhh shh" she says as her body tensed up and her cunt moulded itself around my cock. She moved her body up and down on my cock. It's one of the most intense experiences I've ever had. Having a woman be so aggressive and controlling. It's everything I've ever wanted. I mustn't get too turned on, I have to last. This can't be over too quickly.

She reached down and puts one hand on my neck. She was not choking me, she was holding me down by the neck. Her aggression and my submission a perfect match and wonderful melding of two kindred spirits. She looked down at me. Her eyes were hungry, her breath was short and fast, her hips moved up and down and he voice yelled "I'm cumming"

She shook. Her whole body shook. Her hand on my neck shook. I felt her cunt pulsating. She had stopped breathing for ten seconds and everything went still. Until she exhaled, let out a content moan and fell forward. As she fell, my cock slid out of her. She rolled to the side and laid still on the bed.

"Shall I go on top?" I said after noticing just how tired she looked.

"No, I'm too tired. I can't take any more" Zoe said. "Maybe try again in half an hour?"

By the time that half hour came around she was already asleep. I got myself a water, looked around her apartment for a few minutes and then joined her in bed.

"And did she cum?" Amy says.

"At least twice, once from oral and I think at least once from intercouse." I say wondering why I don't just shut the fuck up and say nothing.

"And did you?" Amy says uncrossing her legs and leaning forward to once again flashing her cleavage at me but from a much closer distance.

I shake my head.

"Would you say you're dominant or submissive in the bedroom?" Amy says. I pause before answering, kind of forgetting that we're in a work meeting and not in a bar or a club. "Given that you paused I'm going to put you down as submissive. No dominant man ever pauses."

"And would you say you'd be interested in all aspects of submission?" Amy says. I turn to look at Zoe who still hasn't made any eye contact with me in the last fifteen minutes. Amy puts her hand on my face and turns it towards her. "Things like pegging, cbt, pain?"

"I can see in your eyes that's a yes." Amy says. It is a yes she's right.

"OK." Amy says "I think I'm happy now. On behalf of the corporate head office I can authorise this relationship to continue. But the studies we've done into work place relationships have shown that the males involved do have a tendency to let their horniness get in the way of their productivity. So I'm suggesting that we fit you with one of the standard issue corporate chastity cages."

"Huh?" I say as I peel my eyes away from Amy's breasts and towards Zoe. Zoe is smirking. Almost laughing. She's trying to cover her face with her hand and her hair. Something isn't quite right.

"Let's see what we've got" Amy says walking to the side of the meeting room and opening up a large case that had been sitting on a table by the door. Zoe goes to join her. I'm just sat in the same seat looking bewildered.

Zoe holds a small metal device in her hand walks back over with Amy. Following their instruction I'm stood up and lowering my trousers. Zoe takes down my boxer shorts allowing my cock to breathe. It was hot, it was sweaty and leaking pre cum.

And why the fuck is it out in the middle of this office? I look around to see if there are any windows. There's not but why did I get half naked in front of two women before I looked? What is going on in my brain?

There are two women sat in front of me looking at my cock. I had been put in one of the most uncomfortable situations I've ever been in which culminated with them holding a chastity cage. Why am I so hard?

Zoe pulls my balls into the metal ring and starts trying to stuff my cock though. She pushes and twists my hardening cock until it pops through the ring.

"Ugh" she says wiping the handful of pre cum on my thigh from her hand. I can feel the cold metal pressing against the head of my cock. They push and push and the more attention my cock gets the harder it gets and the harder it is for them to lock it away.

"There we go" Amy says as I hear a click as everything slides in to place. Amy twists the key and they both sit back.

"We will keep this key at corporate headquarters and if your relationship progresses to when you need the key you can complete the UL73-B from the staff portal and we can send it to Zoe." Amy says. "Now you run along and get back to work. Zoe and I have to do some paperwork"

I pull my trousers back up and do up my belt buckle and zip. I walk towards the door.

"You fucking bitch!" Zoe says "flashing your tits at my guy. How the fuck am I supposed to compete with those two gorgeous things"

I turn to look and see Amy smiling and laughing to herself as she leans on the desk as Zoe grabs her tits and squeezes them.

"I know I'm sorry" Amy says "but that is just payback for you spending like five minutes describing blow job technique to Mike."

"Sorry what's going on?" I say as the two girls snap their heads around to look at me.

"Oh honey" Zoe says "you're sweet and all but so so incredibly dumb. There's no such thing as a corporate policy on dating. And even if there was why the hell would they need you to describe our sex life and then lock you in chastity? This is my friend Amy. We've known each other since forever. We just do this to boys for a bit of fun. And wow that was a lot of fun. I wish we had time for you to taste how much fun I thought that was."

"Huh?" I say as Amy takes the key to my chastity cage, attaches it to a chain and puts it round Zoe's neck.

"Oh you've got a real one here Z." Amy says. "Cute and so very submissive. But so so dumb."

"Maybe dumb is wrong, he's just complaint and does as he's told" Zoe stands and walk to the door as she beckons over her shoulder to me "Come on boy, back to the office."

I follow.