(It has been a while since I have written. But with several emails wondering what was going on with Mr. Little and me I figured I should get some of it down on paper. Thanks for your interest. Don't forget to vote.)
In the years that I've known him, K. Linford Little has been kind and considerate but not a real gentleman.
I'm smiling at that statement, as I guess most people would think he's a perfect gentleman. He holds doors for ladies, smiles that cute smile of his at one's jokes, and always asks how you are feeling, doing and so forth.
But most people don't know my sweetie "Lin" as I know him.
That's because for the better part of 10 years we've had a special relationship, a mental, sexual relationship. I love Lin, he loves me, but not exactly how one loves someone. He has a wife and kids, and my former boss has a wealth of activities that keep him active and vibrant.
He also has me twisted around is finger, and to a certain extent, I have him in the same way. A special bond you might say.
We have sex. Often.
In some ways I am so disappointed in myself for getting into this situation with a married man. Truthfully, it has hurt some of my relationships over the years. There is really no surprise there, because when you think of it there isn't an easy way to be in a serious relationship with one guy when you are seeing another who you really love on the side.
Of course, it would ruin his wonderful (?) and perfect marriage if our escapades were uncovered.
We've come a long way since I fell for him when I was his administrative assistant. Back in those days I seriously thought he'd leave his wife for me. When that didn't happen, we painfully separated. My time away from Lin, taking a new job, trying to forget about him, suffering through a bad relationship of my own, only made my love for Lin expand.
Ultimately we got back together on the sly, this time with me knowing he'd never leave his wife while he knew I wouldn't make such demands. Since then we've had a great relationship, I've learned to love him more and I know he loves me.
It's funny, but after years of seeing each other on the sly, using a car as a place to cavort rather than a bedroom, has never gotten old. We still find out of the way places to make out, secluded places for me to suck his dick.
I've dated guys while seeing Lin, actually lived with a couple, but what my former boss provided I couldn't find anywhere else.
Recently, our meetings have been a little complicated as Lin began having, well, problems with his equipment. Not always, but on several occasions he'd have difficulty in getting an erection, maintaining it, or getting an orgasm. You know, it bothered me at first, I thought he was getting tired of me. But once I got over that, and he assured me that wasn't the case.
I was content to suck his cock as long as he had enjoyment, and he assured me he loved it whether he was rock hard, semi-hard or whatever. He loved my lips on his balls and shaft, and while it was difficult he could generally cum with my mouth working its magic and maybe my hand stroking him.
Then came the little blue pill.
We were meeting one rainy Saturday in a railroad station parking lot. We were parked out of the main thoroughfare, away from prying eyes, on what Lin explained had to be a brief meeting.
"She thinks I'm at the lumber yard, but I only have an hour or so," said my former boss, 20 years older but a young stud at heart.
We spoke for a couple minutes, and, like normal, stroked each other somewhere while we talked. On this day he was playing with my thighs, me his. A few minutes into our little meeting I felt the urgent pulsations coming from down below. His sock was not only hard, but it was pulsating, throbbing actually...and I had not even touched it.
"What have we here," I asked, maybe with a little surprise in my voice.
Lin smiled. "It's all for you, Robyn, how about using those lips of yours to make me happy."
Well, that was better than "give me a blow job!" I took the hint, making a deliberate wandering of the hands to unzip his pants. It look a little effort to sliver my fingers inside the opening in front of his boxers, but I did. His massive cock was easy to find, but getting it out of the hole was a chore. It took a couple seconds, but when it emerged it was worth the effort. It was uncharacteristically huge!
Looking around, assuring the coast was clear, I reminded Lin to keep watch. Then I lowered my head into his lap. Once there, I kissed the tip of his cock before opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. What followed was my attempt at fully licking the entire cock from top to bottom, stem to stern, round and around.
He loved it. I could tell by his quiet moans.
Lin always loved my oral ministrations. From the first time I did it in his office he'd compliment time after time about my oral prowess. Until he started telling me how good it felt I hadn't known that I had any talent in the blow job department. In fact, I guy I had seen in the year before I started seeing Lin complained that I nicked his cock when I blew him. So much so that he preferred I'd only lick his cock, not suck it.
That made me hesitant to go down on Lin, but never once in our relationship had he had one iota of a problem with my oral skills. He told me I was the best he'd ever had, much better than his wife. It wasn't something I'd want advertised, but it was quite hot knowing he loved my mouth.
And love my mouth he did. Over the years I had given him countless blow jobs, in cars, baseball dugouts, a women's rest room and along the railroad tracks while an engineer got a spectacular view of me on my knees servicing Lin.
We'd been almost caught, and even caught, in the act a few times, no matter how much we attempted to slip into secluded, out of the way places. But the good news we'd never been hauled into the pokey or something. That, I have to admit, would be a very, very bad thing. So we tried our best to make sure we weren't caught.
On this Saturday quickie I got right into the swing of it, luxuriating to the pulsations of his dick against my face. I hadn't felt that throbbing cock in a while, as most recently I had to worry about Lin not being real hard. But today he was rock hard.
I started sucking down on his cock, slowly from the top. Bobbing my head deliberately up and down, I could tell Lin loved it. He held the back of my head as I put a couple fingers around the base of his cock. That helped me jerk him off while sucking off the top half of his cock.
Every so often I'd slow, and attempt to take his whole man meat into my mouth. I am not much of a deep throat artist, but I could get down to his pubic hairs with a little time and effort. When that happened, Lin would hold my head in both hands, and sort of rock it rather than pull it up and push it down. I think he realized if he move my head up in any way there was no way I'd get all of his cock back into my mouth with a lot of time and effort.
So he merely circled my head around his cock, slowly luxuriating on the feelings while whispering all kinds of naughty things in my ears.
"Oh, you cocksucker...Robyn, you are so bad. It's all the way in, my cock is all the way in your mouth!" said the man with a groan. "You are a slut, a real slut. Sucking on my married dick."
You know, there were times when I hated some of the things he said, but he always apologized after and I really believe he only said some of the things for his own effect. I knew he loved me, that was obvious, so maybe I was acting slutty or whorish but I was neither.
The quickie turned into a little longer affair, but in less than 15 minutes I knew he was close. He was moaning, and I started worrying he'd stopped guarding the fort. I heard train whistles, and not knowing if it was a passenger or freight train I figured we better end the escapade quickly just in case.
I lifted my head off his cock, stroking it faster while I cooed, "I want you to cum in my mouth, Lin, please shoot into my mouth!"
Stroking quicker I lowered my head just in time to catch several copious volleys of man sauce spurting from deep within him into my mouth.
