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My Secret Service, Chapter FourBy Harrison Conway
Jim and Jen and I settled intosomething of a rhythm as the weeks passed. They would call or stop bymy house when they needed my services and I would take care of themthe best I could.Naturally, I serviced Jim more than Idid his wife, but that was to be expected.On more than one occasion, Jen and Iwould be talking and she would let it drop that we'd missed a chancefor me to get a creamy treat from between her thighs."I tried to get you a creampie,"she said one day while we were drinking coffee in her kitchen.I nearly did a spit take, but I held itin, coughing and sputtering."What?" I replied, thinking howquick our conversation had diverted from local homeowner'sassociation politics to my licking the ejaculate her husband leavesbehind in her pussy."I tried to get you a creampie,"she repeated. "Jim wanted came to bed horny last night. I tried toput him off until this morning, but he was insistent.""You can't set your sex life aroundwhether we can play afterward," I said. "That's not realistic.And, by the way, I'm pretty sure I've never heard anybody actuallyuse the word 'creampie' in a sentence before. Except maybe in a pornmovie, or something.""Well, that's what it's called,right? I nodded, conceding the point.Just as quickly as the conversation hadveered to sex, it veered away again, as we finished a pot between us.As I made my farewells, Jen stopped meat the door."I wiped up with the panties I woreto bed. Do you want to borrow them?"My cock twitched in my pants. I merelynodded, at a loss for words.Jen disappeared and came back withsomething pink and lacy folded in her hands."Bring them back when you are done,please," she said.I gripped them in my hand as I made myacross the yard to my house. Inside, I discovered she'd given me athong, with a wide pink lace band and white polka-dotted cottonfront. The crotch and inside of the panty was sticky from where Jenhad wiped the remnants of their sex.I held the panties to my face andinhaled deeply. My cock was hard as I dropped my pants and startedstroking myself. I licked the panties as I masturbated, the subtleflavors of their secretions filling my mouth. This wasn't a leisurely wank. I wantedto cum. Badly.Just before I felt my load start tobreak loose, I took the panties from my face and held them over myerection. As I came, my cum landed on what was left of my neighbor'ssex from the night before. I used them to clean myself up and tossedthem on the dirty clothes pile to wash.
Little did I know how important thosepanties would become. I did wash them not long after Jen gave them tome, but I didn't return them right away. In fact, I used them for myself-pleasure more than once.I was discovering that I was more andmore interested in wearing panties, especially when I jerked off.There was something about slipping them on that made me hot.But they almost gave me a heart attack,too.I was in my laundry room when I heard aknock at the back door. Since Jim was the only person who had evercome in that way, I assumed (correctly) it was him. I was taking clean clothes out of thedryer as we chatted, when I came out with his wife's panties. Iwasn't paying attention, but he was."Who's are those?" he asked.Oh, shit.I could feel my face turning red. Ididn't know what to say. If Jim recognized them as his wife's, mywhole world, along with theirs, might just come crashing down.But Jim apparently didn't recognizethem. A look not unlike the one he gave me in the hot tub that nightcame over his face."Are they yours? Do you wear them?"I nodded, still unable to make wordscome out of my mouth."How often do you wear them?""Just... sometimes," I managed tocroak.A grin broke across his face. "That's kinda hot," he said. "Iassume you jerk off while you wear them?"I nodded."Tell you what. I'm going in theliving room. Why don't you put them on and join me?"He didn't wait for an answer, turningto leave.I stood there for a moment, letting myheart stop pounding in my chest. Then I did as he asked, strippingbare before sliding the lace band of the panties up over my kneesuntil the crotch was snug against my balls.I walked into the living room to findJim naked from the waist down, his semi-erect cock laying on histhigh.He gave me a little whistle."I like your panties," he said,grinning. "Turn around, let's see the back."I walked over to the couch andcomplied, turning to show my bare ass cheeks. Jim smacked me on thebutt, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to remind me who wasin charge.I turned around and my obviousexcitement was evident as my cock pushed against the front of thepanties that I'd borrowed from his wife.Jim looked me in the eye. He didn't saya word.I dropped to my knees between his legs,leaning in to run my tongue up over his balls and along his shaft.When I reached the head of his cock, I pulled off and repeated themove as his dick lifted itself off his leg and stood at attention.As the precum bubbled from his cock, Igently kissed it, getting his stickiness on my lips.Then, in one motion, I opened my mouthand took as much of his dick into my mouth as I could before clampingmy lips around his shaft. I knew it was one of Jim's favorite movesand he groaned with pleasure as I massaged the underside of his shaftwith my tongue.I worked his cock in and out of my wetmouth, my eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling of his cock in mymouth. I had come to love the feeling of his manhood in my willingmouth, and I worked hard to earn my cummy reward.It didn't take him very long, and thatwas largely my doing. I didn't slow my pace, or back off and let himcool down. I wanted his load in my belly and thepanic/thrill/eroticism of our little panty episode only fueled mydesire.Jim wanted it too. His hand found theback of my head and he begin to lift his hips to push his cock deeperinto my mouth. "Oh, yeah. Suck it. Suck that dick.Show me you want it," he said.I let his drive his shaft over mytongue and into the back of my throat. I moaned as he did. My dick,hard in Jen's panties, was leaving a wet spot on the front.Fucking my face was exactly what Jimneeded. He pushed in one last time and unleashed a torrent of cuminto my mouth. I swallowed, out of self-preservation as much asanything, as he bellowed through his orgasm. "Fuck," he said, panting to catchhis breath. "That was awesome."I didn't answer. My mouth was stillwrapped around his now-shrinking dick, savoring the feeling of hisrather violent ejaculation. When he finally pushed me away, Isprawled on the floor, Jen's panties now soaked with my precum.As he dressed, Jim turned to where Iwas still laying on the floor."I think wearing panties suits you,"he said.I murmured my agreement."From now on, when I call you to comeover, I want you to wear them," he said. "And not just this pairover and over. Get some more. Sexy ones."I nodded."I want you to wear panties thatexcite you when you put them on," he said. "I want you to wearpanties that make you want my dick. Got it?"If my UPS man wondered why I wasgetting so many packages from women's underwear companies in the nextfew weeks, he never mentioned it, even as I signed for box after box.
But that wasn't the only close call.For as much as the panty incident scared me, it was nothing comparedto what happened about a week later.It was a Monday morning and I was stilllazing in bed, when a text from Jen invited me over.I jumped up, brushed my teeth and threwon a pair of running pants and a T-shirt.I let myself in the back door and madethe familiar trek to the bedroom she shared with her husband. She waslaying on her back, wearing only a pair of light blue satin panties,that gripped her ass cheeks like they had been painted on.I didn't speak. I settled between herlegs and began kissing her bottom and thighs as I burrowed my facetoward her freshly fucked pussy. Jen cooed as I touched sensitive areasas I pushed against the fabric with my tongue. She pushed back, lifting her bottominto the air, and I flipped over on my back.She dropped her still-covered snatchonto my waiting face. She was gently rubbing herself on my face, whenJim's voice boomed from the bottom of the stairs."Hey, Jen, have you seen my papersfor the Jefferson proposal?"Jen froze for a second, but I did not.I tried to push her off me.She dropped her full weight onto myface, sitting up over me. My eyes were as wide as silver dollarsas she met my gaze. She put a finger to her lips."Look in the den, sweetie. Weren'tyou looking at them when you watched the game last night?""I think you are right," he yelledback. We could hear his footsteps walk away from the landing below,only to return in a few seconds."Got 'em. Thanks, babe. I love you."I love you. Have a good day."
Thedoor slammed behind him as he left.I don't know if it was the pounding inmy chest that she was sitting on, or the look in my eyes, but Jenknew I was petrified."Relax," she said, looking at mebetween her thighs. "He's gone."She raised up slightly, reached betweenher legs and pulled her panties to the side. A thick stream of cumdropped onto my face. Jen scooped it with her finger and pushed itinto my mouth."My cum-filled pussy needs yourattention. You aren't going to abandon me, are you?"She pushed her sex into my face and Igot busy licking and sucking the sex from her wet, open hole.Jen pulled on her nipples with one handas the other found her clit.I was concentrating on her pussy, butJen had other ideas. As she continued to rub herself, she shiftedforward."Fuck my ass with your tongue," shesaid. "I'm not going to last long."I pushed against her sphincter with thetip of my tongue. Unlike her well-fucked pussy, it didn't allow me ineasily. Jen moaned and rubbed her clit with vigor."Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,"she moaned as her legs locked around my ears. "Yes. Yes. Yes."Soon, the sensation became too much andshe fell forward on the bed. I jumped up, the nervous energy of herhusband being less than 30 feet from where we laid not 10 minutesbefore, coursing through my body."Fuck me, that was close," I said."I thought we were busted."Jen rolled over to look at me. Shegiggled."Really? I thought it was hot. And sowhat if he'd caught us?""So what?" I said, perhaps louderthan I should have. Jen looked a little hurt. And then alittle mad."I can take care of my husband,"she said. "You worry about taking care of me."
If Jen was mad about my outburst, itdidn't last long. The Jefferson proposal turned out to be for DeanHenry Jefferson, the president of the local liberal arts college.They needed a new financial planner to oversee their billon-dollarendowment, and Jim's proposal won.For as much money, it wasn't that muchextra work, Jim explained after I stopped by his office for acongratulatory blow job later that week. But it would mean a lot moremoney coming in. To celebrate, Jen rented a lovelyentertainment space for a party and Jim invited all the clients,including myself, who had believed in him as he built his firm.Jen looked stunning, as usual, in abeautiful form fitting red dress. But I was stunned by the dress thatJim's assistant Missy showed up in.It was black, with a sequined top thatsparkled in the light. How her enormous breasts stayed inside thefabric was a miracle of modern dressmaking. And the bottom half ofthe dress cupped and shaped her bottom in a way that made me achewith desire.I said hello to her, of course, andcomplimented her dress. But she was nearly as overwhelmed withwell-wishers as Jim and Jen. I drifted away, making conversation withthe few others I knew at the party, enjoying the food and the winethat Jen had selected for the event.I was filling a plate of fresh fruit topair with a delicate white wine, when I felt somebody, obviouslyfemale, come up beside me.It was Missy. "So," she said. "How long haveyou been sucking my boss' dick?"