Every story is an imagined story. However, every story has an element of truth in it ? an undeniable reality; even if it is just the reality of one?s desires, one?s fantasies. What exactly is reality? Reality is what you think exists. The following story is one such reality ? the reality of my intense desire for uninhibited sex. So, even if the characters are not real in the real world sense, they exist in my mind as if the entire thing really happened. As if Steve, my boss and I actually held each other naked and felt, tasted and smelled each other?s secret parts; as if I actually saw Bollywood actors having sex with their fans. On another plane, however, it is just a figment of my productive imagination; a completely cock-and-bull story. Besides sharing this imaginary experience the only purpose of my writing this and other stories is to develop a relationship or bond with like minded people. So do write and give me the joy of your comments. I have liked most men and women I have met or interacted with. Who knows my next story or fantasy might just turn out to be concerning you!
A COCK AND BULL STORY
There is nothing like the dejection of missing a promotion especially when you have worked hard and everyone has been telling you that you really deserve it. When it happened with me I was completely shattered. I had joined the college as a librarian. They had made me a warden in the boys hostel (see my story 'Sleeping with the Enemy' in Gay/College section of 18 Apr 05). But soon, I was a respected member of the college faculty in the subject of my choice: English literature. Three years of hard work had brought me gradually nearer to the post of the Dean. My student ratings were the best in the recent history of the college and my students just loved me.
However, in almost all Indian institutions nepotism is rampant. Suddenly they appointed a Dean who was nowhere on the scene earlier. It was rumoured that he was related to the Chairman of the Board of Directors. My colleagues and students protested in many different ways. One of them even put up an expressive cartoon in a local daily depicting a would be dean suddenly finding himself jobless.
I wasn't jobless. Far from it. However, I very often toyed with the idea of chucking the teaching profession and joining something lucrative. And then I saw the following ad in the Sunday Classifieds:
'A large multi-national company plans to open branches in cosmopolitan cities in India and requires Senior Vice Presidents to head its branches. Candidates should be well built, energetic and full of imagination... Salary negotiable.'
It gave the address of a building in Nariman Point area, Bombay's business centre. Frankly, it was a very nondescript ad and I should have forgotten about it. However, the words 'full of imagination' held promise for me. Who would have more imagination than a professor of English literature? Wordsworth's words rang into my mind, "When often on my couch I lie, In vacant or in pensive mood; They pass along my inward eye; Which is the bliss of solitude.' No, no one can have more imagination. I did not, at that time, know what kind of imagination the multi-national company really wanted but in my forlornness I had reached a stage whence anything was better than going back to the college and working under a Dean who knew his job less than I did.
I telephoned the number given in the ad and lovely voice answered, "Cocks, may I help you?" Now what kind of name would that be? But then I quickly reasoned that in multi - national companies all kinds of names were to be expected, for example, Bull Weighing Machines. I fixed up an appointment for the forenoon of the next day.
I dressed my best the next day and presented myself to the fourteenth floor of this building. I prayed that they should not be in the poultry business since the title 'Cocks' suggested that. I was also scared of the avian flu. A plush reception office greeted me with a shining brass sign saying 'C.O.C.K.S.' It was very tastefully done with lots of lacquered woodwork, wall to wall carpeting, crystal and lights. A brass nameplate gave the name of the receptionist as Gloria. She was slim and tall and decidedly American from her business like composure.
She sized me up and told me to take a seat and fill up a form. She said one interview was going on and I would be the next.
I sat in a plush sofa and swooned when I saw the form. C.O.C.K.S. was expanded into the title of the firm: 'Centre for Orgasmic Copulation, Kissing and Sucking'. I glanced around to see if anything in the decor of the office suggested this to be anything as erotic as this. It was as business like as any other office dealing with, say, computers or shipping or manufacturing. I glanced towards Gloria. She was busy in receiving calls and sending faxes as any normal secretary. Also, she wasn't even furtively looking at me.
"Should I go away and forget about being a Vice President of a multi-national company?" I asked myself. "No harm in first finding out the details", came my inner response. I took out my pen and started filling up the form. After the usual questions regarding name, date of birth etc, there were questions regarding sexual preferences and experiences, for example, "Have you ever had sex with a man?" and "Have you ever indulged in group sex?" Then there were questions to test imaginative abilities, for example, if you were invited for a dinner with your boss whose wife was away, how would you prefer the evening to turn out knowing that he had been eyeing you in the office.
I hesitated to answer all these intimate details until I came to a footnote at the end of the form: 'Whether or not you get the job, confidentiality of the information is secured.'
I don't know why suddenly I was fascinated to at least give it a try. In the college hostel I already had sexual experiences with Rahul, Sexy and Rocky and I found myself writing about all these (My story 'Sleeping with the Enemy' in Gay/College of 18 Apr 05). It took me nearly half an hour to fill up the entire form. The hardest questions were in the end, for example: "Have you ever fantasized about having sex with your father/ mother/ sister/ daughter/ son/ aunt/ niece/ nephew?" I ticked 'niece' (read my story 'My Niece, My Love' in Bi/Incest section of 24 Aug 05) and 'sister' and felt a little bad about having put my darkest secrets on paper. One of the easier ones was: "At what age did you have your first sexual experience?" I confidently wrote 'ten' (read my story 'Love Never Dies' in Gay/Beginnings section of 25 May 05). However, once again I was wary of giving answer to the next question: "With who did you have your first sexual experience?" After much thought I decided to write the truth: 'With a senior boy from my school.'
There were many questions about the sexual proclivities and biases of Indians, for example: "Do you think most Indians are open or secretive about discussing sex?" Once again I confidently wrote: 'secretive'.
What were all these questions leading to? I had no idea but I answered them as truthfully as I could. Even though Gloria wasn't even looking at me, as soon as I finished, she came and took the form from me and went and gave it in some inner office. Just then a tall, handsome, white gentlemen came out with a wistful air about him. "Congratulations Dick", Gloria told him, "When has the boss asked you to join?"
"Oh, immediately", he replied. My heart sank. If this gentleman called Dick had already been selected surely they wouldn't want me. However, before I could hear their further conversation, I was directed by Gloria to go in and meet the boss. I went in and there was a line of doors in the corridor. I had no trouble in finding the boss's office since once again a brass plate on the first door itself said 'Boss'. I entered with a fluttering heart.
The office that I entered was the most exquisite office that I had seen. It had plush carpeting, antique furniture and mirrors everywhere including on the ceiling. 'Boss' was a young American, about forty, handsome and smartly dressed, but, nowhere close to his description outside on the brass plate. He was gentle and well mannered and not at all bullish. However, he had an unmistakable air of authority around him.
He asked me to take the seat opposite to him and then began the most exciting interview that I had ever been part of. 'Boss' introduced himself as Steve and said, "Kiran (no mister etc, typical American style to get to first name straightway) since you have no idea of what this is all about, let me tell you that we are a leading American company in sexual matters. For the last many years many things have been outsourced to India and we finally thought why not this. It is totally legal since the entire thing is consensual. In this way, we act only as a facilitator. Indians have a great erotic history and tradition. Only, they are, as compared to us Americans, very secretive about it. We help them to come out of the cupboard and feel free - as they did during ancient times. Surprisingly, the rest of the world learnt about orgasmic copulation, kissing and sucking from Indian Kama Sutra, but Indians appear to be forgetting these techniques. Our survey shows that most couples are happy with the missionary position!"
I looked around his office and saw various poses from Kama Sutra, on silk embroidery. As Steve talked about it, I soon realised that this Indo-American venture was to take sexual techniques to greater heights; and at the same time to shed inhibitions. No wonder they wanted a "well built, energetic man with imagination". I told Steve that I had read Kama Sutra several times and often compared the imaginative and agile techniques with the staid Victorian ways of the English ('No Sex Please, We are British' was fresh in my mind). He gave an encouraging laugh.
Soon I found myself opening up to Steve like I had never done before. I shared with him all my dreams and fantasies. I told him about how Lalit had fucked me in my ass in broad daylight at Juhu beach when I was a boy. I told him about my hostel guys Rahul, Sexy and Rocky having fun with me. I told him about fucking my sister (my story 'Bombay to Goa' in Bi/Beginnings of 27 Jan 06) and niece (My Niece, My Love, Bi/Incest 24 Aug 05). I also told him about the time when I briefly tried my hand at being a Flight Attendant and Sanjay made me suck his cock and fuck me in my ass over bets (Indecent Proposals, Gay/Beginnings 10 Jun 05). In order to impress him with my knowledge of the Kama Sutra techniques, I told him about my fantasy about riding a pony and my girl (Beyond The Rainbow, Bi/Beginning 06 Feb 06). He burst out laughing when I told him about my college days as a student and I did house to house salesmanship for lingerie (Suddenly at Home, Bi/College 10 Mar 06).
He was very appreciative of my varied experiences both in fucking and getting fucked. In the end, I shared with him my frustration about not having been selected as the college Dean, despite all the hard work that I had put in as a teacher of English literature.
Suddenly, Steve had an amusing look on his face and asked me, "You appear to be the right person for us. However, we need to be convinced about your skill and imagination."
I looked him straight in his luminous eyes and decided that I wanted this job like anything. But then I thought about Dick and realised that he too would have demonstrated his technique and imagination to this wonderful American and Dick had already got the job. That made my position precarious. Anyway, I decided to give it a try and with all the art at my disposal.
I went over to his side of the table and lowered myself to my knees in front of him and said, "The first thing that I have learnt in sex is that nothing is a taboo and all the body is an erogenous zone. Now watch me take out your shoes and begin at your feet."
I held his feet in their socks and gently caressed them. I took out the socks and caressed his feet more. Then I bent down to kiss them. I planted kisses at his toes and sucked them as small cocks. By the time I had finished, Steve was writhing in sensual arousal. I moved up and placed a kiss at the bulge that had formed in his nether region. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down and out. His bulge through his jockeys was now only inches away from my eager mouth. I planted a series of kisses at his rod whilst still hidden behind cloth. Finally I put my fingers through the elastic and pulled down his jockeys. What greeted me took my breath away. I had nursed a secret longing for a pink American cock. All throughout I had been made to believe that yanks are better endowed and more virile. I don't know the veracity of it in general but Steve's was certainly a huge and better looking cock. I could not believe that finally I was face to face with a real American cock. So I touched it with trembling hands only to reassure myself that it was real!
When I bent down to plant a tentative kiss at it I could get Steve's strong masculine musk and probably, I thought, even Dick's! I was so entranced by its sheer size and beauty that without thinking too much about it I planted a series of kisses to its entire length and to his beautiful balls. There must have been something nice about the way I was doing it because when I took my tongue out to taste his masculinity he gave an uncontrolled shudder and held me tightly from my hair. "Oh Kiran", he cooed, "I thought Dick was superb but it never fails to surprise the Americans how accomplished an Indian can get when he puts his heart and mind to it." He then added with a twinkle in his eyes, "And in your case, mouth to it."
I had that look in my eyes that conveyed to him that that was just the beginning. He looked back at me and I instantly knew that whether or not I got the job we were in love. I, therefore, took his huge cock in my mouth not with the intention of getting the job but because there was already a bond of love between us. After this I did not even have to look up to see the effect of my sucking Steve. The pressure of his hands over my head conveyed it all. "Oh, Kiran", he moaned, "Where did you learn to suck like that? I am on top of the world".(after nearly an eternity, he added what I wanted to hear)...darling.." My whole body gave a shudder. I lavished a generous amount of spittle to his rod and increased the pace of my sucking him and tonguing him. By this time he was at the edge of the seat and had actively started fucking me in my passionate mouth. I too had started moaning. He clutched my head hard and drove his length all the way to my throat and started shooting out his cum.
I closed my eyes and did not want the job and the salary at all! Having his enormous honey in my mouth was reward enough. I gulped down as much of it as possible but I think Steve had been overwhelmed with his passion because he kept shooting more and more in my mouth as if there was no end to it. It was trickling down from my lips on to my chin.
I kept sucking him and wanted it never to end even though he was becoming limp. Finally, breathlessly I took it out and looked at what I had done to it. I planted more kisses at his limp form and for quite some time there was total silence between Steve and me. It was as if neither of us wanted to break the spell cast by the magic between us. Finally, Steve spoke; actually more a whisper than anything, "Kiran, darling, I love you."
I was overcome with joy and got up and passionately kissed him on his lovely lips. "The job is yours, love", Steve told me, and added with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "But can't we just negotiate the salary?"
I stood in front of him and seductively removed my clothes. He appreciatively whistled at the sensuousness of my body. I took a cushion from the sofa and laid it on his conference table and bent my upper body on the cushion exposing my ass to him. I opened my ass cheeks with my hands and turned my head back to him and told him, "Darling, decide the salary only after sampling the product. I am sure you won't be disappointed".
As I watched with my turned head on the table, he got up from his swivel chair. What a sight he was! The upper portion of his body was fully clothed with coat and tie but his pants were missing, his jockeys were around his ankles and he had his shoes on! He removed his jockeys but kept his shoes on. He removed his coat, tie shirt and vest and I looked at his well chiseled body with awe and desire. When he was close to me I opened my ass cheeks more to give him a glimpse of my asshole.
I was hoping that he wouldn't take out gel or vaseline to lubricate my hole since I have always preferred it with spittle. He did not disappoint me at all. It is as if an American instantly understood the secret desires of an Indian. He held my ass cheeks in his warm hands and bent down to plant a kiss each on them. He kissed my hole and protruded his tongue to taste it. He then blew a generous quantity of spittle on my asshole. It felt seductively cool on my warm hole. When he put his lovely finger to lubricate me there I had the most wonderful sensation going through my hole and transmitted to my entire body. He rotated the finger inside my hole and I never wanted him to take out his finger. But then I knew that unless he took it out, he can't make love to me. Even at that as he slid out his finger I contracted my hole to hold on to it as much as I could.
"Love", I whispered back to him with urgency, "Fuck me now and I would work for you free!"
As he put the tip of his lovely cock at my entrance he whispered, "Are you kidding? You are more than a million bucks!"
At this juncture I don't know whether he slid his cock in or I willed him in but the total effect was so magnificent that it took my breath away. "Ah", I cried more in ecstasy than in pain, "Darling, I love the feel of your American cock inside me."
And he shot back in a gentle repartee, "And I love to love an Indian. Your hole is warm and oozing with desire."
With each gentle push he inserted more and more of his wonderful cock in me and all throughout I thought I would actually die of uncontrolled joy. Finally I had nearly all of his cock inside me and I felt his pubic hair brushing against my buttocks. His entry, even though lubricated, had made my ass area very hot and the brush of his soft pubic hair on my burning ass provided good relief. He started fucking me, initially in slow languorous strokes but later picking up speed. Being fucked with me bent down on a table is my idea of increased penetration and I was enjoying it literally to the hilt. From my submissive position I still tried to meet his every stroke by jumping up to meet him half way. He kept planting burning hot kisses on my bare back. Later the ferocity of fucking became so intense that I had to hold on to the sides of the table with both my hands to keep me in position for him.
Just when I thought that was the limit, he increased the pace to a feverish pitch and now my innards were burning hot with the ferocity and passion of it. When he was at the verge of climax he took out his cock and came in the crevice between my buttocks and on the ass cheeks. Oh, how wonderful it was to be drenched with his cum, which though was warm, was at a lower temperature than my burning innards and ass cheeks, and hence appeared cool and relaxing. Steve gave a final kiss on my back and neck and got up.
In the mirrored walls around us, I saw his cock dripping out cum and my back sprayed profusely with his thick white honey. Just at the time when I wondered how he intended to clean us up, I saw Gloria enter with a towel! I immediately wondered how she knew that we required to be cleaned up (you will have to wait till the end of the story to know the answer). She mopped up in the towel all the cum on my back. I silently told myself that if that's the way she would clean Steve it would be an anti-climax literally. To my relief she did the expected and bent down on her knees to clean up Steve's cock with her mouth and tongue.
"You are selected Kiran", I heard Steve say, "But, shall we just check if Gloria can be a secretary to both of us?."
I was game. I got up from my unmanly position on the table and made Gloria lie there on her back. I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. She had a shaven pussy all ready for action but first I wanted to feast on her. I lowered my face over her labia and sucked hungrily. She whispered to Steve, "I say Steve, our new Vice President India is an accomplished lover both ways."
"Don't I know it already", said Steve with a knowing glint in his eyes. He took his position near her face and kneaded her breasts through her shirt. She helped him to take off her shirt and I admired the roundness of her lovely tits. I too undid her skirt and removed it together with her panties. With this, all of us were stark naked.
"Fuck her now Kiran", directed Steve; but, I did not require any directions. I had already inserted the tip of my cock into her dripping pussy and she gave an involuntary sigh at the largeness of my cock. I kissed the inside of both her thighs and rammed my cock all the way in.
By this time Steve had found her hungry mouth with his semi-hard cock and filled it with his meat. Both of us started fucking Gloria with increasing passion and ferocity. Steve had cum already thrice at least (at least once with Dick and twice with me in my mouth and asshole); and hence it was difficult for him to cum again. But, I was determined to make him cum. So whilst I increased the pace of my fucking I mumbled to him, "Come now Steve; think of her as your own sister and fuck her nice and proper in her mouth."
This had the desired effect on Steve and I saw him hardening. She too was turned on by the idea and started sucking him in earnest.
"Oh, oh", Steve started, "Sister Gloria, it feels so good for your brother to have his cock sucked by you; oh, sister, make me cum."
Since in the past I had enjoyed fucking my own sister and since I am always turned on by it, I shot into Gloria gallons and gallons of thick hot cum. Steve took a little longer and finally he too came inside her mouth. Afterwards, she got up from the table and went down on her knees in front of us both to lick our cocks clean.
I told Steve, "It would be fun working for you; but, I hope you were not offended when I referred to Gloria as your own sister."
Said Steve, "At COCKS we do what we preach. It would now come as a surprise for you to know that Gloria is actually my real sister."
I gazed at both of them in open admiration and love.
"You can start at COCKS from tomorrow, Kiran", Steve told me, "And now Gloria would take you around our premises and give you a rundown of what we do here."
Gloria and I got dressed and she told me, "The aim of COCKS is to get over all biases and inhibitions in sexual activities. We have various sections, something like what you find at NIFTY. We have a Section on Incest where we encourage fathers to do with sons and daughters, sisters to do with brothers, uncles with nieces and aunts with nephews. She opened the door to give me a glimpse and I saw a male child giving his mother the fuck of her life. "We have another Section for Office Sex, in which secretaries do with bosses, peons with stenographers and so on. Here on your left is the door where our special visiting guests, that is, actors from Bollywood, fulfill the fantasies of their fans". Once again when I opened the door, I was aghast to see a famous actress getting fucked by what appeared to be an auto-rickshaw driver, since he still had his uniform on. As we walked down the corridor, we came across the fragrance of incense. Gloria explained that that was the Religious Section. A priest was busy performing religious rites over a young girl's naked body before getting into position to fuck her in order to make gods happy. We passed by the Gay and Lesbian sections and then came to the Animal section.
"Enough for today", said Gloria, "Tomorrow we start the tour of our other sections, starting with Kinky Sex Section."
As we were returning to the office area again I thought I would seek an answer to the question that was still bothering me.
"Tell me Gloria, I asked her, "Steve had just cum on my bare back, with me being bent over his table. How did you know the precise time when you were required with the towel to wipe off the cum?"
"Oh, that", said Gloria, "That is rather easy. As I told you, here at COCKS we work totally without inhibitions. We have close circuit TVs for all our sections and offices and these are aired live in all the rooms. I could see you being fucked as much as the famous actress enjoyed being fucked by the rickshaw driver. Indeed, all our clients voted on line for you to be hired as Vice President and Dick was relegated to being one of the Section Managers."
"Ah, finally", I told myself, "Experience, merit and skill seem to get you to places in COCKS as compared to the fucked up Indian system of favouritism and nepotism. I shall really enjoy working here and make it to a President one day".
With this my eyes opened and my dream was over. A cock-and-bull story indeed.