Breaking in Charles

BREAKING IN CHARLES, PART I

A TRUE ROMANCE

(And if you believe that, I've got a bridge to sell you.)

THE HONEYMOON Line 13 WALTER 190 A NIGHTMARE 338 AND AGAIN 615 A NIGHTMARE WITH A HAPPY ENDING 699 LUCY STARS 835

THE HONEYMOON

Charles worked on the sixth floor of a tall office building. His boss, Lucille, called Lucy, was an attractive woman of about forty, a number of years older than his twenty-five. His boss was a friendly, but firm and decisive, woman toward whom Charles felt a strong attraction. Since both he and she were married and she was his boss, Charles had never made a move toward her.

On some days, when the mood would strike them, Charles and some of his friends would get together at a local bar after work for a drink. Occasionally Lucy would join them. One day when she was with them, one drink led to another and Charles lost enough of his inhibitions to approach her. After some preliminary flirtation he told her how much he enjoyed having her as his boss and he suggested that they carry the relationship further, only she would continue to be the boss and he would be glad to do whatever she said. He saw her eyes light up.

"You're on!", she said, grabbing his ass. "But you may come to regret it later. Where can we go?" Charles suggested the small hotel down the street and they were off, Lucy never letting go of his ass. It was an embarrassment to him, but he got a strange thrill from it and he felt, to his pleasure, that Lucy was strongly in charge. He noticed that as they left Lucy had picked up a wine cork from a table.

Once in the hotel room Lucy ordered: "Strip," and Charles was glad to comply. Lucy, however, remained fully clothed, observing.

When Charles was fully stripped, Lucy said, "Oh! Your dick isn't stiff. Well, I can fix that." Charles waited in pleasurable anticipation, but Lucy did not touch his dick. She ran her hands over his body. One hand ended up on his belly, just above his dick, and the other, after wandering up and down his back, caressed his ass. He did not notice Lucy place her thumb in her mouth, thoroughly lubricating it, so that it was a great shock to him when Lucy suddenly thrust her thumb up his ass. She wiggled it slowly for a while and Charles' dick slowly rose, ready for action.

"Now, march over to that table and pick up that cork," she said, urging him forward with her thumb. Charles complied, but in an awkward fashion caused by the pressure of her thumb, arched backward and lifting each foot high. When he got to the table, he picked up the cork.

"Now, over to the bed," she ordered, again urging him forward with her thumb. When they reached the bed, she ordered him to kneel beside it and bend over it. Then, removing her thumb, she ordered him to roll over on his back on the bed and raise his legs high. Then reaching between his legs and seizing his dick more like it was a handle than anything else, she demanded the cork. Mystified, Charles gave it to her. She deftly inserted about half of it up his ass. There was no doubt as to her experience in these matters and Charles wondered what kind of life her husband led with her.

"You can get up now, but don't try to sit up. You might push that cork so far up your ass we might never be able to get it out of there again. Roll back onto your stomach again, and rise up from a kneeling position. There will be no sitting for you again until I'm finished with you."

Charles rose up again, following her instructions, and standing, watched as Lucy disrobed. She was sturdily built, but only slightly heavy. Her breasts were large but only slightly sagging. Actually, Charles liked them that way. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Now come over here and kneel in front of me." He did and Lucy pressed his face to her breasts. Charles welcomed the chance to suck and handle them. He had been doubtful that any of their love-making would go as he would have wanted, but this was definitely one thing he would have chosen. After enjoying her breasts, his kisses went lower and lower until he was between her knees. Lucy stopped him and ordered him to lie on the bed. She then sat on his face in a 69-like position where he could eat her.

"This gives me more control," she said, adjusting herself more comfortably on his face. She was not in an actual 69 because she didn't touch his dick. She merely wiggled his cork. However, this, and what he was doing, was sufficient to keep Charles enthusiastic. When she had reached a sufficient peak herself, she suddenly flipped around and sat on Charles' dick, facing him now, but still riding him energetically. Charles joined her, bucking upwards enthusiastically. When Charles' heavy breathing warned her that his orgasm was coming, she reached behind her and removed his cork. To Charles it felt as if his entire insides were being emptied. He had never come so thoroughly before. This must be heaven! Charles no longer felt that her husband needed any sympathy.

Lucy moved beside him and cradled his head on her shoulder. "I was a little rough on you, but was it worth it?" Lucy asked.

"I wish every girl I ever fucked had been as rough as you." he replied. I have never known what I was missing. I have never had a better orgasm, but what I went through I sort of enjoyed, because I feel this strange urge to obey you no matter what, and the discomfort you put me through makes it better. As a matter of fact, I could take a lot more of that. I knew that I wanted to obey, but wanting to suffer and be embarrassed is a new discovery for me."

"Tell me," asked Lucy, "What is the worst thing that could happen to you?"

"Having you turn me over and fuck me in the ass as if I were a woman." he replied.

"Then that will be our next project," replied Lucy.

The next night when they met Lucy came equipped with a strap-on

dick. Unfortunately, Lucy couln't get it in. Charles was too tight. "I'm scared," he confessed.

"I'll take care of that," Lucy said.

In the morning early before the workday had started Charles was surprised to be summoned to Lucy's office. When he came in, Lucy told him to close the door and come over to her desk. She had a small brief case, which she placed beside him. "OK," She said, "Drop your pants." Charles wondered what would happen if someone walked through the door, but Lucy's voice brooked no opposition. Down came the pants (She pulled his underpants down herself.) and Lucy bent him over her desk. "I have some things which are going to take care of our problem," she said and took out an article from the briefcase. Charles felt a cold, creamlike substance placed on his asshole. The next minute Lucy inserted a rather large object in his ass.

"Does that hurt?" she asked.

"It's pretty big, but I can stand it." he replied.

"Then it's too small," she said, removing the object from his ass.

She showed him what she removed. It was a conical object, which at its end had a groove going around it. Charles guessed that that's where the anus rested. Beyond the groove was a flat plate, designed to stop the device from being entirely inserted up the ass.

"This is called an anal extender, designed to enlarge the size of your ass, so you will be able to handle my dick," explained Lucy. "Also, you will get used to a large object up your ass."

Lucy was always resourceful, thought Charles, but why did her solutions always end up being so hard on him?

"I'll try this one," she said, inserting something larger. Charles felt a piercing pain as the object went in, but once it was in, the pain subsided. Charles was aware of a large presence in his ass. He didn't think he could stand it long.

"Better take it out," he stated, it's too large."

"It's not too large, it's just right," she replied. "You're in training now. I want you to wear this all day. Report to me in the evening and I'll take it out. You will not take it out for any reason, except to go to the bathroom. After you go, report to me if you can't get it in again."

"But I can't walk around all day with this thing in me," he objected. "Someone might notice."

"Well then, you'll have to wear your coat all day." Lucy laughed, "I don't want any of the secretaries wiggling it. That's my job."

Lucy and Charles continued their dating over time, waiting for Lucy's big fuck. Each evening Charles would report to her and she would remove his device. If they had a date that night, Lucy would drive Charles to the parking garage where they would leave Lucy's car. Once there, Charles would get out and walk around to the driver's side, where Lucy would open the door. Partially sheltered by the door, Charles would drop his pants and bend over, praying that he would not be noticed by a garage attendant or a customer. Meanwhile Lucy judiciously selected the device she would insert and leisurely put it in. All the while, Charles was sweating heavily for fear of discovery.

WALTER

Finally, Lucy announced that the device she had just put in was the final one. His ass should be ready now, she judged. She wanted Charles to wear it for a week, or so, so that Charles would be fully adjusted to it. The device seemed quite large to Charles and his coat probably would not conceal it if someone were looking closely. Charles felt he would need Lucy's assistance to conceal it when they walked into the hotel lobby. The only problem was that Lucy seemed to be increasingly unreliable lately, not working together with him, but rather on an agenda of her own.

He expressed his uncertainties to her and begged her to help him get through the lobby registration and into the room without detection. He would die of embarassment if anyone would discover what he had up his ass.

Lucy assured him that she would tell no one about his secret. They would walk in side by side, she said. He would rather that Lucy walk behind him for further protection, but he knew he had gotten all the commitment from Lucy that he was going to get. They walked side by side to the hotel and into the lobby. They went to the counter where he began the registration process. He suddenly realized that Lucy had lifted his coattails and was, silently but hilariously, pointing out his device to all the other occupants of the lobby.

Sweeping his hand down behind him, he tried to dislodge Lucy's grip on his coattails and return them to their position over his ass. Lucy did not fight this and having completed the registration he tried to walk, with what dignity he could muster, through the hallway to their room, looking neither to the right or the left. He noticed Lucy, still pointing to his ass and beckoning to those onlookers who seemed interested to follow them down the hall. Feeling completely betrayed and deeply embarrassed, Charles walked stiffly down the hall at a brisk pace.

"Hey, wait!" one of the followers from the lobby called, "What is that thing you were trying to show us?"

"Stop, Charles!" said Lucy, and to the spectator she replied, "I can't tell you that. Charles is deeply embarassed about this and I have sworn to tell you nothing."

"However," she continued, "I suppose there is no harm in letting you have a closer look." She turned to Charles, "Take off your coat, Charles," she commanded. He did so in an agony of embarrassment.

"Have you got something stuck up his ass?" One of the men asked.

"As I have already explained," Lucy answered, giving the device a little wiggle, "I can't answer that, but I suppose there is no reason why you can't wiggle it a little bit."

Some of the men did give it a wiggle. "That's what it is," one said, "He's got something stuck up his ass."

The men looked at Charles as if he were a crazy man. Charles thought he was going to sink through the floor in embarassment.

"Charles, go down the hall to our room and wait for me there. I'll have to handle this." She whispered to Charles, "Stripped like I like you."

Charles moved off down the hall without looking back.

"This is a very private matter," explained Lucy, "but I want to assure you that Charles is a perfectly straight man, married with children. He has only one problem. He is in love with me and feels a strong compulsion to obey me in everything, no matter how degrading or embarassing. It goes further: he needs the degredation and embarassment with an element of pain involved. He has selected the right woman in me, because I get a sort of satisfaction in ordering him around and giving him pain. Whatever has been going on around here stems from me, and not him. He is unable to resist. So I hope I can rely on your discretion not to spread this thing around too far."

"I draw the line at physical pain (very much of it anyway) and I find that mental torture and degredation serves just as well. The torture I have selected for now is to force him to perform homosexual acts. You can imagine how he will feel, as a straight man, when being forced to blow another man, or being fucked in the ass by a man."

Many of the spectators were moving away. The whole thing was too much for them.

The remainder were Lucy's prospects, she judged.

"He thinks in a few days that I am going to fuck him with a strap-on dick," Lucy continued, "but in actual fact I want a man to do that for me. That's why I was advertising in the lobby this evening. I'm looking for prospects."

The number of spectators had shriveled to three, but these three were fascinated.

"Would any of you do the job?" Lucy asked. There were no takers. Two more left the group.

"I'm offering free samples," Lucy said.

"What kind of samples?" the sole remaining listener asked.

"A free blow job," Lucy replied. "It will be very romantic. It will be his very first time. Imagine his feelings the first time you insert your dick in his mouth."

At this the listener's eyes lit up. "You know I'm not gay either, but I think I've got a touch of your psycology. I would like to be the first to stick my dick in his mouth, and in his ass too. I'd love to see his expressions."

"It will be a good test of your domination also. No blow job, no fuck either." he said.

"What's your name?" Lucy asked.

"Walter," he replied.

"These are my rules," Said Lucy. "First, You will have to strip to get your blow job (Charles will be also.). Second, I will be fully dressed. Any attempt to get my clothes off terminates our date. I'd rather start over again. Also, he will be allowed to use a rubber. Finally, I will be in the room the entire time, from no more than two feet away, watching with interest. You will be seated in a chair. Charles will be kneeling in front of you and I will sit facing you both so I can get a good view of the action."

Does that offend your modesty?" Lucy asked.

Walter shook his head.

Lucy continued, "You don't have to take off any clothes until I have Charles ready for you, and I warn you that you will be hearing a lot of protest. Charles hasn't had it really put to him yet, but it's time now I cracked the whip."

"But at any rate I have him naked in bed, right now, ready for love. Do you think it matters what kind of love it is?" Lucy asked.

"Of course not," Walter replied with a grin.

You don't have to be particularly gentle with him - a little rough stuff now may do him good - but don't hurt him, do you understand?"

Walter indicated that he did.

A NIGHTMARE

When Lucy and Walter reached the door, Lucy opened it and, signaling Walter to be silent, moved to the opposite end of the sitting room where Charles would not notice Walter if he were looking at Lucy.

"Charles," called Lucy. "I've got a surprise for you, but you don't get it if you don't come as you are."

Charles appeared naked in the door to the bedroom. Lucy moved swiftly over to him and hugged and kissed him.

Then she said, "Meet Walter, he's come here to see you."

Shocked, Charles first covered his privates with his hands and then tried to step behind Lucy.

Lucy held him by her side and said, "Charles, never try to hide behind a woman. That's despicable. And take your hands away from your dick. Walter is not interested in your dick, he's interested in your mouth."

"In my mouth!" exclaimed Charles in despair. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Now Charles, you're getting all upset before I have even have a chance to explain. But first I want you to meet Walter. Stand up straight, put your hands to your side, and walk over to shake his hand."

Charles did walk over and shake Walter's hand, with Walter staring at his privates the whole time.

"Now come back over here and turn around so Walter can see your anal extender." Lucy wiggled it. Does this look sexy to you, Walter, or is it just me?"

"It looks sexy to me," said Walter with a laugh. "Good enough to take a piece of one night."

"Anyway, Charles," said Lucy, "Walter wants you to suck his dick and I told him you would."

"You told him I would? Well, I won't. I've never done anything like that in my life." Charles exploded.

"Now there you go again, Charles," said Lucy, "getting all upset before I've even had a chance to explain."

"Explain? Explain what?" Charles exploded again, "You've broken all your promises to me. You've turned our evening into a nightmare. And now you're talking about sucking dicks."

"But I didn't break my promises to you, Charles. I told them nothing. They figured it out for themselves. And once they had, I had to go into damage control mode. I notice you ran away and let me handle it all by myself."

"But you told me to leave, Lucy," Charles said, "I was just doing what you told me to do." Charles had lost the offensive.

"Well, I noticed that you didn't protest and you didn't tell me it was your job as the man to handle it." Lucy replied. "Anyway, I explained about you, how you have to obey whatever orders I give you. I told them it was all my fault and asked for their discretion. And I think they will be discreet, don't you, Walter?" Lucy continued.

Walter agreed.

"But a problem came up when Walter wouldn't believe me. He could not believe that you were so obedient. If they didn't believe me, it would have ruined all my explanations. Now how long would a blow job take? Five minutes? I told him I would tell you to suck his dick. I thought you would be glad to do that one little thing and save the whole mess. Five minutes and it will all be over. Won't you do that for us?" Lucy's explanation had shaken Charles, but he wasn't giving up yet. The answer was `no'.

"Look, Charles, you say you've never done it. How do you know you wouldn't love it. Look, Walter is a big man and I'll bet he has a big dick, too. Just picture this: You're on your knees and Walter takes out his dick and sticks it in your mouth. It is so big, it almost fills your mouth. You suck and suck. You enjoy it. You wonder what the fuss was all about..."

"No", screams Charles, his face contorted. As Lucy had intended, the picture horrified him.

"You're embarassing me, Charles," Lucy said mildly, "Here I've explained the whole thing to you and I think it's all perfectly reasonable. I've made my commitment to Walter. I don't know what more I can do, but all I'm hearing is `no'. You can"t leave me hanging like this."

The answer was still no.

Lucy snapped. She took a chair from the dining area and placed it on the living room rug. She threw a bedroom pillow on the floor in front of it. She placed another chair at right angles to the first, facing the gap between the pillow and the first chair. She turned to Charles. "Now listen to me, Charles, I have had about enough out of you," she roared. You are going to kneel down on that pillow and suck Walter's dick. Right now! Furthermore, you are going to tell Walter you are ready for his dick now and then you are going to wait patiently until he is there! Is that clear?"

It was clear. Charles seemed to shrivel within himself and meekly kneeled on the pillow. "Walter, I am ready for your dick now." he meekly said.

Lucy instantly became sympatheic and understanding. "Charles, I know it will be hard," she said, "but I'm going to stay with you and support you. The whole time you will be blowing Walter I will be right beside you, holding your hand. I also have a rubber for you to make it easier for you."

Walter undressed and came over to the chair, watching as Charles handled his dick until it was hard. Charles then got the rubber from Lucy.

After Charles had put the rubber on Walter's dick, he delicately placed Walter's dick into his mouth. But there was nothing delicate about Walter's response. Seizing the nape of Charles' neck, he forcibly pulled Charles' neck to him, forcing Charles' face up, and partially rising, he thrust his dick deep down into Charles' mouth.

"Swallow it," he ordered, "All the way down!" Charles gasped, struggling to breathe and to avoid gagging, but he could not escape the inexorable pressure of Walter's dick against his throat. He dropped his grip on Walter's dick and grabbed Lucy's hand with it, both of his hands now holding Lucy's. It was clear he was seeking help, but that was not to be.

"Help Walter get it down your throat, Charles," Lucy urged, "Swallow it. Swallow it."

Charles struggled, but, dealing with strong reflexes, was unable to comply very well. In frustration, Lucy moistened her trusty thumb, removed Charles' extender, and jammed her thumb deeply up into his ass. She then thrust Charles upward and forward. Charles gasped, but continued to try to swallow. Still thrusting with her thumb, Lucy didn't notice anything. "Look, Look," said Walter, pointing to a bulge in Charles' neck. I'm in to there."

"Oh, Charles," Lucy said. "I always knew you could do it! What a great cocksucker you are turning out to be." She withdrew her thumb and clasped Charles' hand with both of her own. Walter withdrew his penis from Charles' throat into a more reasonable position in Charles' mouth.

"This is a good way to break the ice," said Walter. "It makes him more eager to please."

"Now give Walter a good blow job," Lucy ordered, "I know you're not very experienced at this, but Walter will give you guidance, won't you, Walter? But don't be too rough!" Walter nodded.

"Work hard, Charles, and do everything Walter tells you to." Lucy urged. Her job done, Lucy settled back, holding Charles' hand, to enjoy the action. She even picked up a few tips she hadn't known before. She had found a treasure in Walter and she congratulated herself.

Walter was forced to slap the back or side of Charles' head occasionally to emphasize his points, but otherwise the blow job went smoothly, Charles hanging on to Lucy's hand desperately. When Walter came, he then leaned back satisfied, keeping his dick in Charles' mouth. "I hope you don't mind if my dick stays in your mouth for a few more minutes." said Walter, pulling Charles' head closer to him. "I enjoyed it in there." Charles just stared, but Walter didn't seem to care whether he minded or not.

"What did you think of Charles as a cocksucker, Walter?" Lucy asked.

"He needs some experience, but I would say he's already pretty good." Walter replied. "He can blow me anytime."

Charles followed this conversation with his eyes, making no move to remove Walter's dick from his mouth.

"You look good that way, Charles" said Lucy, patting his head. "Now that you are a cocksucker, you really should start wearing a little lipstick - not the obvious kind women wear - but a blush. It will serve to call attention to your lips. A cocksucker's best feature is his lips, you know."

"I know that at first most of your little romances will be found by me, but there will come a time when there will be a dick you will be dying to suck. So keep your lipstick fresh and always keep a stick of bright red for moments of real passion. OK, Hot-Lips?"

A spasm of pain shot through Charles. A cocksucker? Hot-Lips? Lipstick? The next thing would be rouge on his cheeks. He knew he would never be the same man again. And he couldn't bear to think of his life in the future.

"Let me know if any of your coworkers shows an interest in getting to know you better. Those new lips of yours should draw admirers like flies. We might be able to accomodate them. The sixth floor men's room could become your little love nest. If you get too busy, the other men will just have to go to another floor. However, we can't have a line in front of the door. We'll have to see how it goes. But I'll keep you busy." She patted his cheek.

"Lucy, please," Charles begged, "I can't do this. This whole episode has been agony for me. I don't know how much more of this I can take."

"Now Charles, don't underestimate yourself," Lucy replied, "You said the same thing about your anal extenders and now you carry a monster up your ass. Besides, I suspect it wasn't really agony for you at all. You're just too shy to admit it, you coy devil. I think you like a big dick. Do you think I missed that huge hard-on you wore throughout the whole thing?"

She pinched his cheek and shook a finger at him.

"Walter, can I see you outside for a minute when you leave?" Lucy asked.

"Sure," said Walter, getting dressed, "And I must admit, Lucy, you convinced me. I have never seen a more compliant man."

When Walter left, Lucy walked out with him. "What did you think of that? she asked.

"I've never seen anything like that in my life! Why does he submit to you like that?

"For the pain and humiliation," Lucy replied. "Our relationship started out as a dominance-submission thing. But its clear to me that it's not just that anymore. He needs the suffering and humiliation too, so long as I require it. I draw the line at anything but the mildest physical torture, but mental torture seems to do as well. As I explained before, the best torture for him seems to be forcing him, a straight man, to do homosexual acts. Unfortunately though, I feel like I've got a tiger by the tail. If I can't keep dreaming things up, I'm afraid that that's going to be the end for us. It may seem strange, but I love him. However, I will admit that I get a kick out of the torture too."

"What is his reward? There's no sexual payoff in all these sexual acts with multiple men that you seem to be planning for." Walter asked.

"Did you notice his hard-on tonight? He's getting a powerful sexual payoff from the humiliation and degredation. Besides, he's my boyfriend. I take the responsibility for the rest." Lucy replied. "I expect him to be quite passionate tonight."

"Well, did I do my part all right?" Walter asked. "I'm sort of shocked at what I did. I've never thought of myself as a guy like I seemed to be in there, but his very obedience and lack of resistance seems to bring out the worst in me."

"You did your part well, Walter," Lucy said, "he needed a night like this to break him in. If you think this was wild, just wait until he finds out you're going to fuck him too. Are we on for Friday night?" Lucy asked.

"How can I say `no' after tonight?" Walter replied.

"Since this will be another romantic first for him, try to think up something dramatic for him." Lucy asked. "I don't care what you do. In fact, I'm not sure I know all you could do, But don't hurt him."

Walter promised.

"Would you like another blow job? He thinks he's gotten rid of you and it will be quite a shock to him if you reappear tomorrow night." Lucy asked.

"I'll be there," said Walter.

AND AGAIN

The next night there was a knock at the door and Lucy answered. Charles heard her exclaim, "Why Walter! What a delightful surprise! What can we do for you?" There was a moment of murmured conversation and then Lucy said, "Charles, Walter says he enjoyed that blow job you gave him last night and he asked me whether you would be willing to do it for him again. I told him you would be honored to do it. It means you really did a good job last night, so don't hesitate - get your clothes off right away and tell him you'll be glad to suck his dick again."

Charles heard this with an impending sense of doom. This whole thing was becoming a continuous nightmare. He thought he had finished with Walter and now he was back. Could he resist? But he knew he would never be able to say `no' to Lucy - what if she got mad? - so he did as she said.

"I'll be glad to suck your dick again, Walter," he called, the words choking in his throat. Walter hadn't waited to hear his answer. He had immediately started to take off his clothes. Lucy whispered in to Charles to freshen up his lipstick. So he did so.

When Charles came over to his pillow, Walter was already seated, waiting for him. Lucy was sitting next to him, holding a rubber, prepared to observe. He got on his knees.

"Charles might not be wearing any clothes, but he is wearing something just for you." Lucy said, "See if you can see what it is." Walter examined Charles carefully.

"Lipstick. He's wearing lipstick," Walter exclaimed. "That's sweet, Charles. It shows you really care. It makes me want to slide my dick between your lips this very second."

"Wait till you see him in red," Lucy said.

Charles was not complimented. He picked up Walter's dick and messaged it gently until it was stiff. He reached over to Lucy and she gave him his rubber. Charles carefully placed it on Walter and seizing her hand gave a final look of despair to Lucy. Lucy smiled encouragingly. Charles placed Walter's dick in his mouth. Walter's fingers closed on Charles' neck and he thrust his dick deeply down into Charles' throat. "Swallow it!" he commanded.

"Don't worry, Charles," Lucy said, "You know now you can do it," and thrusting her thumb deeply into Charles' ass, she said, "and we will help you." Then she shoved him forcibly forward.

"Charles," Lucy said, the blow job being over, "Stay on your knees until Walter leaves. I want him to carry away a picture of you as a top-flight cocksucker. Especially if he meets you somewhere else. It will be an intimate little secret you two share, but you may find him dragging you off to the nearest men's room for a `quickie'. If he does, I hope you won't refuse him. I would be very disappointed to hear that. Let's hope your wife won't be there. She can always wait for you outside the men's room door, but you might have trouble explaining to her what it is on your lips when you come out. And how it got there!"

"And by the way, Walter," Lucy continued, "If you find yourself missing Charles too much, you can always pay me a visit on the sixth floor. I will be glad to excuse Charles for a visit to the men's room. I would not want to be the one standing between you two love-birds."

She turned to Charles. "Charles, just think how exciting this will make work in the future. You will never know when you will look up from your work and see Walter with a secret little smile on his face and a hand out to lead you off to a romantic interlude amid the marble of the men's room. You'd better keep your lipstick fresh all the time."

Charles gagged.

Lucy was in fine form. She had supplied Charles with enough painful anticipation and humiliation to last for quite a while. Now she couldn't wait for Friday.

When Walter left, Charles, still kneeling, was sagged down with his face buried in his arms on the seat of Walter's chair.

A NIGHTMARE WITH A HAPPY ENDING

When Friday night came, there was a knock at the door, Lucy answered it. There was a murmured conversation. Then Lucy called, "Charles, you can't guess who's here! Walter! And he's here to see you again! But not for a blow job. You'll never guess."

Charles came out with dread. He was already being led down a nightmare path of lipstick and cocksucking. Even though Walter didn't want a blow job, whatever it was wouldn't be good.

"Walter tells me he can't forget your ass with the anal extender in," Lucy explained. "He asked me if you are now ready to be fucked. I told him it might be a little early, but I thought you could handle it. So he asked if he could fuck you and I told him `yes'."

Charles knew it wasn't going to be good, but this seemed the ultimate insult. "Lucy, you were going to fuck me. It wouldn't have been real. I don't want some strange man really doing it," he said, "You just keep violating my confidences and our agreements."

Lucy replied, "There is a reason for that. I will explain in a minute. But how can you say Walter is a strange man? You've blown him twice! He's even had his dick halfway down your throat, twice! How many men can say that? Walter should be your first choice! Besides, my fucking you is a travesty. I would feel nothing and you would know it. When a person gets fucked, it should be a two-way street, both reacting to the other. So it's got to be Walter. Can't you feel the slightest yearning for him in your ass? A little twitching deep down in there, perhaps? Be honest."

Lucy felt his ass, as if to detect any twitching.

Charles was shaken by her reply. As always, although he knew in his heart that he was being betrayed, there was a certain surface validity to her arguments. He didn't know what his feelings toward Lucy were right now. After all her betrayals he didn't particularly look forward to her fucking him. There wasn't the feeling of affection he had thought there would be. Therefore the loss of Lucy as a dominating figure didn't upset him as much as it should have. The truth was he did feel a sense of attraction to Walter. Walter, who on the surface had appeared to be a very rough figure, did not follow through as such a figure would have. So be it, he concluded.

With a sigh he turned to Lucy. "I can't fight you, Lucy. What am I supposed to do?"

Lucy, pleased by Charles' rapid surrender, struck while the iron was hot. "Take off your clothes and go over to Walter, put your arms around his neck, kiss him and tell him how you feel about him. (And it better be nice!) Then ask him to fuck you."

After stripping, Charles turned to Walter and, as instructed, put his arms around his neck and kissed him. Walter gripped his ass. "It was always you, Walter. Will you fuck me?" he said.

Walter did not answer, but he grabbed Charles' extender and removed it. Lucy handed Charles his rubber, saying "Here's your rubber, Charles, I can do nothing more to help you. You are in Walter's hands now. Listen to him and do everything he says." She placed a generous amount of lubricant on Charles' hole.

"Be gentle, Walter," Lucy said.

Charles knelt before Walter and messaged his dick. When Walter hardened, he put on the rubber. Walter took him by the hand, raised him up and gently led him to the bed. Lucy sat in an adjacent chair to observe. Walter laid him on the bed on his back and then got on the bed at Charles' feet. He picked Charles' legs up by the ankles and raised them high in the air. Charles' ass rose too. Walter advanced up the bed until his dick was right before Charles' ass. "Put me in, Charles," directed Walter and Charles did so. Walter thrust gently and penetrated to a small depth. Charles' eyes widened, but he made no sound. Walter rested Charles' ankles on his shoulders, leaning forward on Charles' legs to keep his ass high, and seized Charles' arms. He then began a rythmic thrusting which placed his dick further and further into Charles' ass with each thrust. Charles' hands held Walter's arms.

Lucy, observing from her chair by the bedside, suddenly realized that Charles' dick was stiff and upright. When did that happen? She also realized that as far as the men were concerned, she was no longer there. Both men were staring deep into each other's eyes. Walter was now entirely in, slapping Charles' ass with each stroke. Even though he really had no freedom of action, Charles seemed to be helping on each stroke. After a protracted period Charles began breathing rapidly and heavily as Walter's strokes continued and then with a long sigh, ejaculated.

Charles had been fucked!

It did not take Walter long to finish up also. He collapsed beside Charles and, pulling Charles over, hugged him.

Lucy was confused. Charles' dream of his ultimate humiliation had not happened as expected. Walter was no longer the brute he formerly was. Charles was making no move to get away from him. He did not seem to be humiliated. Walter was now violating an unspoken taboo between himself and Lucy. He was holding Charles' dick. And Charles was hugging him!

Lucy could see she was losing control of the situation. She had to do something soon! She had to think of new material to torture Charles or he was gone. Also she needed something to separate Walter from Charles.

When Walter left that night, Lucy went with him. "I feel so much better about myself tonight. Charles doesn't need all that torture," Walter said. "He's not a bad guy at all."

"Don't kid yourself," said Lucy, "He needs torture. Tonight was an absolute disaster. A few more nights like this and Charles will be back with his wife."

"But I have an idea. Do you still like blow jobs?" Lucy continued, "What if I gave you one?"

"Wonderful," Walter replied, "But where does that get us?

"I will be doing it in front of Charles. I know he loves me and it should be painful for him. Our positions will be reversed. I will have him next to me where I sat, holding my hand. However, none of this `swallow it.' business," Lucy said.

"Agreed," said Walter "But I have conditions too. You will undress?"

"No undressing for me!" exclaimed Lucy.

"Compromise," said Walter, "You will undress to the waist. I've always wanted to get at those breasts."

Lucy was not insulted; she wouldn't mind Walter getting at those breasts either. They made a date for the next Monday.

LUCY STARS

Monday came, and with it a knock on the door. As usual, Lucy answered and there was a murmured conversation. Was Walter back? Charles wondered, his dick rising.

"Charles, guess what!" Lucy crooned. "It's Walter again and I've never been so complimented in my life. He wants me to blow him! It looks like there's life in the old girl yet!"

"No, Lucy, you can't do that," Charles protested. "How about me?"

"You can do it another time," Lucy replied.

"No, I mean we're in love with each other!" Charles said.

"Oh, don't be so selfish, Charles," Lucy replied. "Can't you see how much pleasure this will give me? Besides, I'm not shutting you out. I'll want you right down on the floor next to me, holding my hand."

She smiled to herself at the agonized expression on his face.

"You get your clothes off while I retire to the bedroom for a minute." Lucy ordered.

Charles and Walter both took their clothes off. Walter sat in his chair. There was no chair for Charles.

Then Lucy made her dramatic entrance. She wore her usual skirt, stockings and shoes, but above above that she wore nothing. Her big, beautiful breasts were in full view. Charles felt crushed. He had always considered them his, in this room anyway.

Lucy didn't hesitate. She walked directly to Walter and sat in his lap. Walter's hand enfolded one breast. She kissed Walter deeply. Walter kissed one of her breasts and then began sucking and fondling them until his lips slipped slowly down toward her skirt. At this point Lucy smoothly slipped out of his lap to her knees. Observing with pleasure Charles' agonized expression, she placed a rubber on Walter's dick (hardening it was not necessary) and pulled Charles down on his knees facing Walter's dick from about eighteen inches away. Seizing Charles' hand she began to suck Walter's dick enthusiastically, later switching over to a bobbing motion. It did not take Walter long to come and, when he did, Lucy smiled contentedly and gave Charles a sloppy kiss.

"I hate to leave it like this," Walter said, "You gave me a wonderful present. And I would like to pay you back. Won't you let me?"

If Charles' face had registered pain before, the pain was intensified now. This decided Lucy.

"I know Charles wouldn't deny me this after seeing how hard I worked. Just give me a few minutes in the bedroom to get the rest of my clothes off."

Lucy was not long. She led Walter to the bed and laid him down on his back. Then she mounted him in her usual fashion and began her usual ride. Charles didn't think he could stand another second of this. She was careful to get the most of Walter, but eventually she rose, satisfied.

But she had merely stirred Walter up. He seized her, lay her on her back and got on top of her. "No," she protested, a shocked expression on her face. She struggled frantically for a while and then slowly subsided. Charles wondered if he should intervene. This clearly was not in the script.

But Walter said, "Raise your legs." And when she didn't move, he repeated it. Charles had waited too long. He saw some motion in her legs. "More," said Walter. Her legs raised slightly. "More," he insisted. He repeated this until Lucy's legs were high in the air. She was clutching himnow, ready for action.

Charles wanted to flee to the bedroom, but his role in this agony was not over.

Walter was ready to start. "Put me in,"he ordered.

Charles saw Lucy's hand flutter feebly at Walter's side. "Charles," she said. "I can't reach. Help me out"

Charles went over to the bed. "Get on the bed behind Walter's legs, reach between them and put Walter in me." He did so and heard a grateful sigh from Lucy. "Thank you, Charles," she said, "That feels so good."

But Charles was not finished yet. "Grab my balls and hold them gently. Put your hand against my crotch so your hand can ride with my motion," Walter said.

When Charles hesitated, Lucy said, "Do it! Do it! Don't stall, please!" Charles did it. And then Lucy said, "Don't let go of Walter's balls, but come out from behind him. So Charles, with one hand between Walter's legs came out from behind and found himself staring into Lucy's face.

"Give me your other hand and watch me," she said.

Walter began pumping while Charles and Lucy stared at each other. Lucy with her eyes directly on Charles started pumping back, but it wasn't long before all her attention switched to her pumping, Charles entirely forgotten. Charles was left there, his one hand moving back and forth with Walter's thrusting, staring at the woman he loved entirely engrossed in making love to another man.

Her climax was dramatic. She raised her hips up high and, tightly gripping Walter to her, deeply moaned. Walter did not even slow down in his thrusting. Walter had obviously done a good job, Charles noted sadly.

When it was over, Lucy and Walter hugged each other, leaving Charles to suffer alone next to them. Then Lucy noticed Walter looking sympathetically at Charles.

He's not going to fuck him too? she thought. She let go of Walter and moved over to Charles, hugging him tightly. That's the end of Walter, she thought to herself.

To be Continued...

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