"Steppy" Wystepski was a hopeful BMW salesman in his working hours; as he said, modestly, the Beemers sold themselves, and he just stood by to fill out the paperwork.
Recently he had bought his own lot, and now was raking in the shekels, and had the girl to spend that moolah on!
In Steppy's free time, he had other considerations. Right now, for instance, he was sweeping Mistress Colt's living room, clad as he was in a garter belt, stockings and high heels.
Steppy looked at Colt, who was intent on staring at the phone in her hand. What could he do to discourage this afternoon's adventures?
Colt had told Steppy repeatedly that he needed a dramatic experience to level that monster ego that he seemed to have.
He felt a little ridiculous, in this get-up. She was attractively dressed in a clingy nightclub thing. A bit much for the middle of the day, but of course she was expecting visitors.
Steppy worried that Colt might notice how hard his cock was getting. It of course was utterly exposed, in the damn garter belt. And it had been a while since Steppy had been able to enjoy any stimulation.
Colt, for her part, was incredibly amused by poor Steppy. The other night, she'd tied him to the bed and blindfolded him, and the last thing he'd seen was her in a sexy nightie about to give him a long, lingering, teasing hand job.
But, after he was blindfolded, Colt had invited her friend Bubbly Mike in. Bubbly Mike was an enormous fat man with very soft hands, and lots of energy. As Steppy had laid there, Bubbly Mike had rubbed his penis for nearly three hours, while Colt had talked now and then...
Bubbly Mike might have stopped stimulating Steppy's fevered dick, as his hands eventually would get tired, but at the beginning of the second hour, Colt had motioned in her former Sociology professor, Duolton Eisenbarth.
Duolton, under a similar spell of Colt's, had dropped to his knees and reluctantly fellated Bubbly Mike's dick, which kept Bubbly Mike's hand busy rubbing Steppy...
What would Steppy have thought had he known there were two submissive men in the room with him? Who knows?
Bubbs had cum in Duolton's mouth four or five times, and then Duolton had left, getting a wink and a nod from Colt that he now had permission to masturbate himself in the bathroom on the way out of Steppy's apartment...
Bubbly Mike was silent in his continued ministrations, and finally, he'd also left, and she'd taken off the blindfold.
Steppy hadn't cum, and was tremendously aroused, but it was doubtful that he would have been so thrilled had he known who was touching his Willy.
And today he tried not to stare at Colt obsessively. He had met her at Buttermilk State, and had really enjoyed her company. Colt was funny and energetic and a true sexpot...she seemed to have changed Steppy's visions of what a relationship should be, though.
He'd dumped his sweet, devoted fiancée of two years to take up with Colt, and somehow she'd deduced that at heart, he, Steppy, was a bit of a submissive.
She always looked so beautifully bored-and he was shameless in his devotion. He'd take her to get her mani/pedi, pay for the damned thing and wait for her as she sat self-centeredly, enjoying the attention of the Asian girls waiting on her.
