I'll never cease being surprised at life. Well, maybe more specifically, how pervy people can actually be, especially those you may least expect. My ex, Cammie and I broke up nearly a year ago, we still text daily and hang out on occasion, we're in the "friend zone," at least until recently.
She knows all about my erotic writing, which centers around women letting out their inner sluts, in or out of relationships, especially under the control of a male figure. She enjoys them, but always insisted she wasn't the "type" to do any of it, exciting as it may seem.
We still talked about everything, including sex, so it was no surprise I was pitching some fantasy ideas at her, involving her work, partly to get myself worked up, but also partly to formulate ideas for more stories. One idea that is frequent in my stories is where the woman wants to and is often "made" to give a lot of head. Blowjobs just seem to be more intimate in a way than fucking is. It's like the one giving head has to give more of herself, more attention, it's more of a submissive, pleasing thing, at least to me. So I tend to fantasize a lot about ways to make it happen in my stories.
She works in a place where the staff goes over the line of propriety, at least according to my own work ethics code. There's a lot of inappropriate comments, suggestions, and in her case, often flat out proposals, even from the married staff. That made fantasizing about it easy, it's always more exciting when the fantasy actually has elements of reality, the thought that it actually "could" happen.
I gave her a thought. I told her to think about a guy there, a coworker who would most enjoy the task I would give her. I asked her to pick a guy who she would most like to offer a blowjob to, and, not just that, to agree to blow him whenever he wanted, at least for a time frame we would decide upon. It only took her a second to say, "Kevin," a friendly black guy she gets along with (she has a little extra "thing" for black guys at the current time, though it had only been in her head to this point.) Unfortunately for her (but mostly him), he's quite in love with his fiance and is also quite religious. I told her it didn't matter, that it's just a fantasy, it wasn't like it was going to happen.
She said, "um....I don't know."
"You don't know, what?"
"I don't know that it couldn't happen."
"What could happen, you mean the thing with Kevin?"
"Well...yes, but no, not with him that is," she answered shyly, obviously embarrassed by revealing herself.
"Are you saying you'd like to try it?"
"I'm saying...well...I'd like to try it, but I don't know if I have the guts. But I think it would help if you came up with the ideas, like you are good at, and maybe we can get them to work out."
"Wow, I thought you were done with sex," I laughed.
"I have been, for awhile. But now, with the stuff you are saying, and the thoughts of things like this, I think I may be ready for it again."
"Ok then. I certainly can come up with ideas, you've read my stories," I joked.
"Yes, that's why I think you should be the one telling me what to do, what to say, how to do it."
"I can do that."
Just like that we'd jumped into new territory. She already knew where my fantasies normally headed and she was willing to go along, it appeared.
"I'm surprised by this," I admitted. "But, I'm not going to pass up the opportunity, I know we've talked about stuff like this for years, even if before it was in fantasy. So you like the idea of being at the beck and call of someone there for a blowjob?"
"It's not that I like it...it just...makes me so wet."
"That's a good start! So Kevin is out, because of the religion and relationship thing?"
"Yes, I don't want to be involved with any married people, I couldn't live with the guilt."
"Fair enough, is there anyone else there, not married, not religious, that might enjoy that from you?"
"Well, based on the comments I get, I'm sure there are a LOT of guys who fall into that category," she joked.
"I get that, you are very pretty, and sexy as fuck."
"Niiice," she laughed. "Well, there is this one dude...."
"And?"
"His name is Dion... he's younger. He's in a band. He's got long hair, a mullet, actually. He doesn't say anything inappropriate, but I think he would really enjoy getting that from me."
"Getting what from you?" (I just like to hear it).
"I think he'd really enjoy it if I sucked him off whenever he wished."
"Wow, that sounds better out loud," I said. "Do you think he'd do it?"
"Yes," she said succinctly.
"Though that's probably a stupid question, I don't know too many single men who would turn it down, or none that I've ever heard of," I chuckled. "Still, approaching him and settling the deal might not be so easy. It'll be very embarrassing," I warned her.
"Yeah, no shit. But that's where you come in. You're the writer, the idea guy. Give me the words and the way to do it, and I'll try...if I can."
"So you are still not sure you'll do it?"
"I want to...you make it sound so exciting, I want to have the courage..."
"But?"
"I don't know..." she said. She was fighting the battle in her head.
"You don't know if you can be on your knees sucking his cock every day, probably at work?"
I heard a low gasp, or moan, hard to tell which. "I'll do it," she said firmly.
I'll admit she caught me off guard, I was expecting the opposite.
"I want one thing though, kind of as my "fee" for helping you out."
