I'm the kind of guy who always gets asked to help with the IT issues in the office. I don't have any special expertise, but for some reason I get asked and I seem to have a pretty decent record of resolving things. So when a co worker asked that I drop by on a Friday evening and help her and her husband with a problem they were having with their home computer I wasn't shocked. She's a good work friend of mine and I have met him at work functions, so I figured they wanted some help.
I should hasten to add that she is not the prototypical lust inspiring creature either. She's tall (5'9") and a bit gangly with all the stuff sagging that you would expect to sag on someone her age – which is 50. In her case she especially has saggy tits. Even with her clothes on at work it's hard not to notice how they hang down – or maybe they're just located further down. It's one of those kind of things that's hard NOT to notice. But she's very nice and we've worked together for quite some time now so..
When I got there it was just her. She explained that hubby was running late and would be there when he got there. Not at all unusual as over the years I'd always heard stories about him having odd work hours.
She showed me into an office in the back of the house and pointed to the computer. "We can't get it to close down those windows and it seems it holds history forever. Can you please see what you can do? I'll be upstairs." So off I went to the machine to see what was what.
There were certainly a ton of windows open on the thing, so I began just sorting through. I didn't want to try anything before I got good and familiar with the territory and what was open and what wasn't. Imagine my surprise when my nice quiet church going co worker had her computer history full of hard core Cuckold sites!! While there were a good many sites with photos and such, She – or I suppose they – seemed to favor text sites with stories so I didn't really go too deeply into it until I found a WORD document that was obviously a story they were writing. That I had to read. It turned out it was exactly the scenario I was in right now. The names in their document were not changed at all but very precisely showing that they were aiming at me! The file was not new either. It had been originated a couple years before so I imagine they'd spent some time on it.
It showed me (by name) arriving while Skip was still at work and Kathy was home alone. Directed to the computer to fix it and finding many files they'd specifically left open to entice me. The story made mention of a specific document which I located on the hard drive. They had each written a part of it and it was clear they wanted me to take control and sexually dominate. How fortunate for them that I am that kind of guy. I would never have thought of Kathy and Skip as those kinds of folks too, but I was growing ever fonder of the idea. In her part of it she told how she'd always had those thoughts of me throwing her down and ravaging her while we were at work. She said she often thought of my cock while with Skip – and told him so because it aroused him.
His portion of the document read like the classic cuckold's lifetime of unrequited lust. Throughout their long relationship he'd wanted her to have other men and them to dominate him. It had taken him many years to confess it and even longer to get her to accept it to the point that they would now live in that world during their sex sessions and even quite often while just hanging out around the house. He wrote passionately about his joy at her taking control of him and how right it all felt for him. Also included was his heartfelt desire that she could find a way to make the events described come to pass. He even went so far as to write to me personally in this document telling me how he would do anything to have me make this all come true.
Their story included a long a very detailed description of the sexual adventures between myself and Kathy. It was very clear that Kathy certainly wanted to submit to me and have me take control of her. I was liking the idea very much by this point.
Many of the other windows open were nude photos of Kathy. Several of them had her showing computer printed signs inviting me to take her often with her fingers holding her pussy open wide. They began several years earlier and I looked and found many other files with even more graphic signage throughout the period. Skip had taken a lot of pictures. And I had to say she looked better than I expected naked. Yes things sagged, but her attitude was clear and her desire showed plainly.
I found one that had a sign saying "I will do anything you want" and saw that she had her email open and had a thought. By this time I was hard and I knew what was going to happen, so while I was in her email I opened an email and hit "S-k.." and then auto-fill brought up Skip's email – as I expected. So I addressed a mail to him – and attached that photo – and hit send.
While checking to verify there really was no problem, I saw his return mail come back almost instantly. "Is he there?" was all it said. He'd clearly sent it from his phone. "Yes I am" I replied, adding, " after this exchange do not use your phone again until you hear from me. Is that understood?" Almost instantly again he replied, this time with, "Yes Sir. Thank you." Good boy I thought as I stood up and headed toward the stair.
It wasn't hard to find the bedroom upstairs. The door was open and the light on. As I rounded the corner I saw her reclining naked on the bed, using a vibrator on her clit, breathing hard and writhing about. She just looked at me and kept on. She didn't say a word. I thought I saw a little smile, but honestly at that point I didn't care.
I sat down on a chair and took off my shoes and socks. Then I stood to remove my shirt. Her eyes followed me like I was a ham sandwich and she hadn't eaten for months. She continued with the vibrator as I walked toward her.
When I was standing next to her I pointed at the vibrator and said, "Stop." It took her too long but she did pull it away – although not far away. Reaching down I snapped it off and threw it off the bed. She was looking at me like an animal in need, but she clearly had ceded control as well since she just looked and waited.
I stepped back and unbuttoned my trousers and let them fall, leaving only my underwear. Of course by that time I had a pretty decent bulge in them and her eyes went straight to it. Then she made the mistake. She reached out to touch me. Of course I intercepted her hand and stopped it. Still holding her hand I looked about for something to restrain her. I checked the nightstand drawer and found a pair of handcuffs! So taking her wrist I clicked them on and put it behind her back and took the other arm to meet it, securing it in the other loop of the handcuffs. I had no idea where the key was and didn't care.
Her reaction was great. You could see her get more and more excited with each passing moment. She looked from my still covered cock to my eyes and back, breathing hard. Being relatively intelligent she was aware she was to wait, but I could tell she really didn't want to.
I pulled my drawers down to reveal what she'd been waiting for. At that point her eyes stayed on my rock hard cock and didn't stray. Placing my left foot on the bed next to her, I put my right hand behind her head and pulled it toward my cock. She understood and went for it so hard that I only had the first bit of pull before I was chasing after her head with my hand. She began sucking like her life depended on it. After the first few seconds she seemed to slow down and start to try to love my member rather than suck it. Hard as a rock and really wanting to come the first time, I took her head in both hands this time and began moving it back and forth at my pace. Soon I was fucking her face hard, bottoming out and inspiring that gag reflex with almost every stroke. Because I love girls gagging, I would sometimes hold it all the way in there while she gagged: feeling that incredible feeling on my cock. But all too soon it became a mere matter of getting that nut – and I began mercilessly pounding her face with my cock. Give her credit, she never backed down for a second. I found out later of course it was her first time being used that hard and even that way. Grunting and mumbling phrases like, "You're my cunt." and "You are my personal cum dump." I began shooting the first of my loads that night as I held my cock all the way in her throat and she struggled to hold on. Despite cumming a huge load, I managed to finish and get away from her gag reflex just in time – or perhaps she was hanging on and fighting it. Either way I backed off but kept my cock in her mouth. She knew enough to keep her mouth closed and continue sucking. While I calmed down I looked down at her and she up at me. This girl I'd known for years as a coworker was now my personal fuck toy. There was no other possible interpretation of that look. I'd taken a quiet church girl and turned her.
It was hard to pull out of her mouth because she tried hard to keep me in there. But pull out I did and pushed her forehead to get her laying down on the bed. Her feet had moved off the side of the bed so I grabbed her ankles and put them back up on the bed. Kneeling onto the bed my self I used my hold on her ankles to drag her into position in the middle of the bed on her back.
Pulling her knees apart I investigated her pussy. She actually has one of the prettier pussies I've ever seen. The red hair was there of course, but it was not heavy. But the lips were my favorite configuration. I love pussy lips that stay inside and all you can see is the slit from the outside. She has that. Of course I could see wetness had run out of her and was everywhere down there. I pulled her apart and looked and was delighted by what I saw. It looked like a virgin's – hardly used at all apparently.
