Chapter 23 - Arlene Part 2
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"Look me in the eye, slut and beg me to piss in your whore's mouth," said
David standing over me in the shower stall. I was in the slut's position, on my
knees with his cock in my mouth.
It was Wednesday afternoon and David and I were taking a long lunch. I'd been
working at the paper for almost six months. Lunch didn't mean a leisurely meal
at a good restaurant. It meant fast food burgers and fries that we ate in bed in
between fucks. By the way, I usually bought lunch.
One look at the way David organized his office desk even lining up his pens in
a certain order should have tipped me off that screwing David to get a job
wasn't going to be a couple of rolls in the hay and done. He was one of those
over organized people who drive the rest of us insane. Fucking me every other
week became a habit the first day I started.
"Mark the first, third and fifth Wednesday of each month for a lunchtime
training session at your place," said David that first day.
"Some month's don't have five Wednesdays," I replied.
"Those will be your unlucky months," said David trying to be cute.
As soon as I got to my desk, I marked "FD" for "fuck David" on my appointment
calendar on the designated Wednesdays. When I told my girlfriend, Leslie, about
my schedule, she commented, "At least you're getting some cock, it's been months
since I had a fuck." Leslie was a twice-divorced mother of two. She and I spent
our Friday and Saturday nights at Manchester or Boston clubs looking for Mr.
Right. About all we ever found were married guys out to score at piece on the
side.
In the last two months, Leslie had gained twenty pounds she definitely didn't
need. Heavy girls don't get much play even from desperate married types. It's a
thin woman's world out there.
Lately, sex with David had gotten a little kinky. I didn't mind. I would have
gone out of my head if it were the same every other week. You know what they say
about variety.
We always started out in the shower for which I was grateful. David was
overweight, inclined to sweat profusely at the slightest physical effort, and a
cigar smoker. A little soap and water made that vast expanse of flesh more
tolerable.
When David made his announcement that lucky Arlene was going to get a mouthful
of piss to swallow, he was leaning against the back of the shower stall. I was
on my knees sucking his cock as the water cascaded down his body. Any girl that
gives head in a shower knows the feeling of drowning. Your mouth is tightly
wrapped around his cock while water cascades off his body into your nostrils.
Still, it felt good to have a warm dick in my mouth.
I was holding his cock up with one hand while I licked the underside along
that seemingly useless ridge of skin that starts right under the tip and travels
down to the balls. Guys like you to trace the route with the tip of your tongue.
A few tracings followed by some serious licking of his scrotum then the part
where I took each of his nuts in my mouth and sucked it gently were a small part
of my extensive oral repertoire.
I'd place my other hand between his skinny legs where it was buried between
his cellulite dotted butt cheeks. David's butt was big but flabby and therefore
easy to part. My index finger was ticking the hemorrhoid flesh that made his
asshole look like a roughed up cabbage. Why is it that men who would go
ballistic at the suggestion they might be gay, love the feeling of a girl's
finger or tongue in their asshole?
My knowledge base of male sexual anatomy included the location of the prostate
gland. The prostate is pretty useless except for those moments you give his hole
two inches of your index finger and a little prostate rub. For those minutes,
the guy is in love with you and wants you to become his permanent inamorata.
Once your finger's out, you're just another nasty slut that no decent man would
want for a wife.
I suppose my resentment at having to fuck my fat boss in order to get and keep
my job is showing. David really wasn't all that bad. He was just a guy
exercising his economic power over a female in order to satisfy his perverse
sexual needs. What could be wrong with that?
At that phase in our lovemaking, David decided it was time to introduce what
he referred to as "kink". I would have used the more accurate terms "golden
showers" or "water sports" but David was the boss so "kink" it was.
Kink, oral sex, and things anal were sexual practices David reserved for his
office slut. His wife, Denise, was some magical, sacred creature whose pussy was
only available in the missionary position. Later I found out that was his idea
not hers. He actually revered her in a strange sort of way, placing her on a
pedestal because she carried the dual titles of wife and mother. I once asked
him if Denise was good at giving head. His reply amazed me.
"I couldn't ask the mother of my boys to put her mouth on my cock. That would
be sacrilegious."
"Why not?" I relied wondering why there was such a difference in his attitudes
toward Denise and myself. After all, I was a valued co-worker who was doing a
damn good job of helping to get the Union out each day.
"Those lips kiss my children before they go to bed and leave for school," said
David with an air of solemnity.
"And you think they could smell your cock and semen when she gave them a good
morning peck?" We were in bed when I broached this topic so I playfully leaned
down and smelled his cock. It did smell like semen and my pussy.
"No, Arlene, that's disgusting, it's the thought. A mother is an awesome, holy
thing. I couldn't defile her."
"How about anal? I assume the boys don't kiss her ass."
"For Christ's sakes, Arlene, Denise is the mother of children. Besides, she
would never allow that. She'd think it was perverted." That was another thing
he had wrong about Denise but I'll tell you later.
I have to add that Denise like David wasn't svelte and maybe the missionary
position was all they were physically capable of. I had met Denise several times
when she had come by the office for some reason. We're talking Size 16 here with
one of those broad butts that seem far too wide for a Y class airline seat but
somehow manage to wedge into it.
It's always a little weird to meet a wife whose husband you're fucking.
Things like 'does she know?' and 'what would she do if she found out?' cross
your mind. One fateful Wednesday, she was waiting when we returned from out
luncheon fuck. She'd dropped by unexpectedly to have him sign some papers for
the new home they were buying.
Denise hadn't met me before and she gave me a strong once over when David and
I came rushing in from ninety minutes of sordid sex. There I was saying it's so
nice to meet you and David's always talking about you and the boys while David's
semen was slowly dribbling out of my cunt.
Later I spoke to him about it.
"Think she suspects anything," I asked.
"Of course not, she trusts me implicitly," said David. "She takes her wedding
vows seriously."
The duplicity of the married man knows no limits. I use to fantasize how David
would react if he came home unexpectedly and found Denise in bed with Lester,
the huge black man who ran the paper's loading dock. I could picture Denise's
large white zit-covered derriere up in the air with Lester's long black pecker
deep in her ass and David standing in the bedroom door with his mouth open.
Of course that was my fantasy. David's reality was that Denise was Mother
Theresa and I was the whore of Babylon.
"Please piss in my whore's mouth, David, please, I want to drink your piss," I
moaned responding to his request that we start the kink portion of the program.
I held my mouth wide open to emphasize my willingness.
"You're a piss drinking slut, aren't you," said David?
"I need it David. I need you to fill my slut's belly with your golden pee. I
want it. I want it badly. Please David," I positively whined. I had been working
on my begging and pleading during sex with David. In front of a mirror, I had
practiced the facial expressions of a woman who desperately need to swallow her
lover's urine.
"Time to drain the pipe, you piss drinking slut," said David as a frown of
concentration appeared on his forehead.
About a month before, David had gotten into water sports. The first couple
of times time he had made me lay down in the shower stall while he pissed over
me from head to toe. The next time, he made me hold my mouth open while he
pissed in it and it dribbled out over my tits. I was directed to rub it into my
breasts and play with my pee covered nipples. But for the last couple of
Wednesday sessions, it had been his desire to piss directly in my mouth so I
could swallow it.
Of course, I was required to swallow every drop. I mentally prepared for my
mouth to be flooded with warm piss. For those of you who've never had a mouth
full of urine, I'll say it's not that bad; but it's definitely an acquired
taste. The trick is to swallow frequently. If you wait until your mouth is full,
it's difficult to gulp it down, especially with an erect cock spewing piss
directly at the opening of your throat.
I'm enough of a sexual head case to consider swallowing your lover's urine a
turn on. I recognize the average woman's revulsion at the idea but let's face it
sisters, we're not all programmed the same way. The nasty disgusting stuff makes
some of us horny.
I sucked slowly as David concentrated his forces. In a moment, he got his flow
going. It always began as a tiny warm trickle and quickly gained volume. He is a
big man who drinks eight or more cups of coffee every morning. I suspected that
on our Wednesdays he held off going to the little boy's room so he could let the
office slut swallow a good quart of slightly aged Smyth pee.
"Here it comes, slut, swallow daddy's tinkle," David whispered as he got his
flow started. He had good control and could make it last. I massaged his balls
and finger fucked his butt hole as I dutifully swallowed. My nose filled with
the aroma of strong urine and my taste buds considered rebelling when they first
identified the flavor of piss. I controlled my desire to retch as I banished all
negative thoughts associated with piss drinking. I'd read in Cosmopolitan that
health wise, drinking urine was safe. I told myself it was very sexy as I took
my hand off his nuts and stroked my clit.
I got into the process. Mouth gets half full then take a quick gulp to empty
oral cavity then repeat until flow stops and you can take a final swallow. Next
open wide, look up, and let the shower wash your mouth out. At this point, I was
very conscious that my stomach was full of the noxious liquid. You definitely
know when you have a belly full of urine.
David announced, "Daddy's pipe is drained." Lately he had been getting into
this father daughter role-playing. I wondered if at some point I wasn't going to
end up dressed as Shirley Temple sucking "daddy's great big dick."
I looked up and gave him a "that was so fucking hot, lover" look and went back
to sucking his cock. Before very long, there was a layer of semen floating
nicely on a quart of strong yellow inside Daddy's little angel or was I Daddy's
little slut. Given it wasn't my first piss and cum cocktail slut was more
accurate.
Sexual relations with a man go through a progression from exciting to kinky to
bizarre to boring. David and I were in the kinky phase preparing to move on to
bizarre.
David was 5'9" and weighed 250. He had skinny pale legs, little stick like
arms, flabby, dimpled butt and a perfectly round beer belly. He had lost most of
his hair and resembled a monk with a tonsure. Physically, David's physique
reminded me of a fully inflated hot air balloon. I used to fantasize he was Brad
Pitt or Antonio Banderas when we fucked. It helped sometimes.
After we got out of the shower and dried off, he climbed on my bed on all
fours and presented me his upturned rear. It was time for more kink of the anal
variety. God when I look back on it, he really took advantage of me. Whatever
weird perverse acts he dreamed up, he just assumed I would be his willing
partner. And unfortunately for me, he was right. I just took the attitude he was
the boss. I'd agreed to fuck him anyway he wanted if he gave me a job. In
reality I was just living up to my end of the bargain.
He reached back and grabbed his butt cheeks to spread them so I could have
easy access to an anus decorated with some serious hemorrhoid scars.
"Suck my shit hole, slut, while you play with my dick."
This was also something new that he must have learned from the Internet.
Surfing porn Web sites occupied ninety percent of David's workday. Gamely, I
nosed between his ass cheeks and placed my lips around the brow pucker of his
anus and began the rhythmic sucking, licking, and tongue probing that I figured
he wanted. His previous bouts of piles meant there was plenty of extra tissue
to work with.
No matter how carefully we showered and I even went to the trouble of
personally soaping up his asshole, there always seemed to be a little bit of poo
in some crevice that my tongue eventually found. That day I distinctly recall
that after I managed to loosen him up with a lip massage around his anal ring,
the tip of my tongue was rewarded with a quarter size dollop of brown caviar
that I forced myself to swallow.
All right, it was a piss and cum cocktail with a small turd as a garnish.
It's a good thing we can't see what's inside our stomach. Writing this down
makes it seem even worse. I played the shit eating whore part to the hilt when I
realized what was on my tongue.
"Look, Daddy, look at what your baby girl's got," I said sticking out my
tongue to show him the tiny turd perched on the tip.
"Isn't that sweet? And what does Daddy's little angel want to do with daddy's
poo?' said David.
"I want to eat it if you want me too," I said managing to talk with a piece of
shit in my mouth. Try it yourself sometime. It's not all that easy.
"All right, you chew it up and swallow while Daddy watches," said David.
It's not polite to chew with your mouth open unless you're masticating
somebody's shit and they want to watch. Open mouthed I worked on that turd like
it was a chocolate truffle then made a big production out of swallowing. David
loved it.
David's awareness that I was having a bite of his shit got him ready to
penetrate me. Let's face it. The dirtier and more degrading the sex is for the
woman, the more the man likes it.
By that time, he was hard again, so I got on my back, spread my legs and
helped him mount me.
"Daddy loves it when he smells his caca on his little girl's breath." I've
already mentioned that David engaged in a certain amount of father and daughter
fantasy when we fucked. God knows why. David squeezed my nipples as he struggled
to get on his knees between my legs. It was probably a good thing all his
children were boys.
He had a sizeable cock that wasn't circumcised, a novelty for me. There's no
question in my mind that circumcised cocks are cleaner and healthier but there's
something about the smell and taste you get when you pull back the foreskin and
take it in your mouth that turns me on. Uncut cocks smell kind of funky and you
get the erotic feeling of unwashed nasty sex. I consider that the best kind.
David finally got in position, spread my pussy lips, and fingered me for a
minute in his idea of foreplay. Romantic part over, he worked his prick inside
me. That always felt good and I moaned loudly to show I was appreciative of his
efforts. I repeatedly grunted when he began his in-and-out routine. Guy's tell
me I'm a noisy fuck and they like that. I moan, grunt, curse, pump my pussy and
squeeze my cunt muscles all in a demonstration that Arlene Fairchild loves it
when there's cock in her hole.
I was always a little concerned when we fucked missionary style that he would
have a massive heart attack and I would be trapped underneath him. If I weren't
smothered to death, I would starve unless someone broke in and rescued me. I
fantasized once that a couple of hunky fireman would break down the door, roll
the deceased off me and then take his place. I admit to an active imagination.
After my preliminary blowjob, he wasn't going to come quickly so I relaxed and
fucked him back as he pumped away. I've already told you about Tantric Yoga,
biofeedback devices and pelvic floor exercises. David was in total awe of my
cunt. He was always saying I was the best fuck he ever hired. You might note he
wasn't saying I was the best reporter.
Having the kind of pussy that guys love takes continual maintenance. At least
three times a day I sat at my desk at work doing my Tantric exercises. I've
gotten even better at it after graduation.
I can honestly say they work. I orgasm quickly and can keep climaxing until
I'm a head case. But with David, I keep it under control. He might resent it if
he thought I was enjoying it more than he did. Finally, when he dumped his
second load; I did the Tantric thing, centered my being on my cunt, clenched my
teeth and hit a final crashing 'Big O'. It also insured that my "nut cracker"
got the very last drop of jism deposited in my box, right where it belonged. It
took a little milking to get all his spunk in my hole.
After those Wednesday fucks, when I'm back at work and feel it slowly oozing
out of me, I get turned on. So turned on, I head to the Ladies Room and jerk
off. Actually that jerk off was the best sex of my Wednesday afternoons with
David.
David fell off to the side breathing heavily. David was not in good shape.
That was the signal for me to open the bags of burgers and fries so David could
thicken the rings of plaque that were slowly closing off his arteries. Actually,
it hadn't been too bad. I have to admit I looked forward to my every other week
sessions with David. A girl needs a certain amount of sex even if it isn't the
greatest. The kinky parts had a certain lurid fascination for me. Most guys I
dated wanted a quick blowjob followed by an even quicker fuck then home to the
wife. For some reason, I seemed to attract more than my share of married men.
"I got a special assignment for you," said David as he pushed a handful of
fries in his mouth. The reader should note that this is where it all begins.
"Really, what?" I had to work hard to hide my excitement. During the first six
months, I had covered every boring event that managed to make its way into the
Union Leader. Weddings, flower shows, antique fairs, all the crap that nobody
ever actually reads. I had also become the reigning queen of obituaries. I was
desperate for something exciting like an axe murder or a rape.
"You know Senator Candace Williams?" asked David.
"I know of her. I don't know her."
"The Managing Editor wants some dirt on her."
"Everybody say she's squeaky clean."
"Nobody in politics is squeaky clean, especially someone who shoots up the
ladder that fast. Five years ago, no one ever heard of her. Now's she's going to
be Ted Kennedy's replacement."
"So what do they want me to do?"
"Investigate, you're a reporter aren't you? Dig something up."
"I appreciate you giving me this assignment but couldn't you just give me a
hint about where to start. Is there some kind of weird sex in her background?" I
gave David a little encouragement by placing my hand that was smeared with
grease from the French fries on his pecker and giving it a squeeze.
"No, not sex but that would be great if you found out she was fucking around.
The rumor is that when she first ran for Congress, she was on a tight deadline
to get names for her petition to qualify for the ballot. Supposedly, the Pagans
went out and got her 15,000 names almost overnight. At least that's the rumor."
"Pagans as in the biker gang?"
"Yes, those Pagans, plus they say her campaign staff and personal body guards
are made up of Amazons, the lesbo biker affiliate of the Pagans. That's more
than a rumor. Kyle recognized some of her security as definitely Amazon and he
saw two guys in her entourage that were Pagans he recognized from a rape trial
he covered a few years ago."
"But if she was connected to bikers wouldn't the Boston Globe or someone had
published something before now. She been in the House two terms and replacing
Senator Kennedy is certainly high profile."
"Supposedly, she has friends in high places. Hell I don't know. You want the
assignment or not?"
"I want it." I said truly excited that I was being given a chance to show I
was better than my current job. I threw my arms around David and kissed him to
show my appreciation. I got to be on top for the final fuck. This was the part
where I played cowgirl. I impaled myself on his fat tool and worked my clit
while David in a moment of graciousness tweaked my nipples. He pinched and
pulled my nipples until I felt pain but it was a good kind of pain in an S&M
fashion. Why do we women like a little tit torture? Having as man's cock in my
love tunnel, his nails digging into my breasts and my fingers rubbing my clit in
a blur is all it takes to get me off. David popped for the third and last time
so I released my own orgasm as I squeezed every last drop of juice from his
pecker. It wasn't great sex but it wasn't bad either.
So when I drove back to work, I was for the first time in months excited about
my job. I had piss in my belly, cum in my twat and a song in my heart.
The fact that the Union Leader desired some dirt on Candace Williams wasn't
surprising. Senator Elect Candace Williams was a centrist Democrat and the Union
Leader was only a tiny click of the dial away from far right wing Republican.
Fucking over Democrats was the Union Leader's specialty.
