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REMOVING THE GUARDRAILS
I'm in the party room of a private mansion with a dozen other men and just one lucky woman, and the air is saturated with the heat and sounds of sex and the smell of sweat and cum. That lucky woman is Haley, my beautiful young wife (18 to my 43), who's naked and spread-eagled in an upright position, her wrists and ankles loosely (and very willingly) bound. I can hear her moans of pleasure as a cock slaps in and out of her pussy, but I can't see her, because I'm busy fluffing the next big cock that will soon be inside her.
The cock in my mouth belongs to Mark, one of the highest-paid lawyers in the city and the head of a small, secretive club for the city's alpha males that I'd heard rumors about for years and that I would have given my left nut to join. This is the second time I've had my lips wrapped around Mark's cock; the first time was a few weeks earlier when I met Mark for the first time
Mark had asked me to his office to invite me to "audition" for membership in that secret club, but he very quickly let me know that several club members had seen me squiring my new wife around town and that they were all eager to see "much more" of her. He also made it clear, by none- too-subtle hints, that my chances of being accepted into the club were pretty much dependent on my wife's willingness to put out, not just for him, but for every member of the club.
And how did I end up sucking him? Though supposedly not a formal part of my "audition," it might just as well have been. It followed from Mark's asking me if I was serious about wanting to be in the club.
"Are you kidding? I'd do anything to get into that club."
Mark looked at me for several seconds as if trying to decide how literally to take my words. Then, with a slightly diabolical look, he asked, "Would you willing to do something... way out of the ordinary... to prove that?"
"Name it."
Mark paused again, then seemed to change of subject.
"You getting some good head from that new wife of yours?"
"Oh god, yes. The best. You have no idea the magic she can work with that beautiful mouth of hers. Sometimes I think I'm the luckiest guy on the planet."
"I envy you. I haven't had a good blow job since I got one from a high- priced hooker a few days ago. I get horny as hell if I don't get off every day."
I just looked at him, not sure what response he was looking for.
"The frustration interferes with work. I keep thinking about my dick in a warm, wet mouth when I should be thinking about clients."
I began to think he was hinting around about my setting something up with my wife, and not wanting to jeopardize my chances of getting into the club, and knowing that my nympho wife would be more than willing to cooperate, I made an offer.
"Want me to set something up with my wife? I'm positive she'd could help you out with that."
"That sounds great, but I don't think I can wait. I need some relief now."
"Ah, sorry, I don't think she's free right now. Maybe mid-afternoon?"
Another pause, then, "No, I need something now. Right now."
At this point I realized that his hand, which had been resting on his thigh, had moved up to his crotch and that he was feeling himself up through his trousers, and it began to dawn on me what the fucker had in mind. A few seconds later my suspicions were confirmed.
"You said you were serious about wanting to join our club. Want to prove it? Right now?"
I glanced at his crotch, then back up into his eyes, my face expressing the question I already knew the answer to. He gave me half a smile and ever so slightly nodded his head "yes."
I looked at his crotch again. I wanted to say, "Sorry, but I don't do that," but I wanted in that club so bad that, my heart beating fast, I found myself saying, "You're not concerned about somebody coming into your office?"
He smiled and shook his head "no." I didn't know if the door was locked, or if he had some kind of arrangement with his staff, but he clearly wasn't worried about being caught in the act. But I had no idea what to do next - I hadn't sucked dick for almost thirty years, not since some pretty awkward and unsuccessful attempts as an adolescent.
Mark solved my problem. He got up, walked over to my chair, slowly unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his suit pants, slowly lowered his zipper, and then pushed both his pants and his white boxers halfway down his thighs, exposing a bush of dark pubic hair, a long, thick, cut cock, and two enormous, low-hanging balls. As I stared at his cock, and tried to quiet the big ball of anxiety in my gut, it occurred to me that those stories about alpha males having enormous dicks might be true after all.
My mouth had gone dry, but I managed to ask, "Is this a requirement for membership in the club?"
"Let's just say that we like our new members to be cooperative. Plus it's a way for you to help me clear my mind for work, and to show me how serious you are about joining the club. You do want in the club, don't you?"
Fuck. His cock looked clean, but I definitely didn't want it in my mouth. And yet I desperately wanted in that club. I hesitated for a few seconds, my eyes glued to his cock, and then looked up at his face. He was watching me, and smiling as if to say, hey, don't make a big deal of this, just suck that dick. So, with my eyes locked on his cock again, I took a deep breath, slid forward in my chair, and brought my face to within three or four inches of it. Taking his cock into my mouth right away was too big a first step, but I instinctively knew that just touching his cock with my lips would get me over the hurdle. So I did it - with a sudden burst of resolve, I leaned in until my lips were touching the top side of his cock shaft. I kept them there for a few seconds, then started moving them back and forth against that smooth warm flesh. Fuck again. I was more than halfway there.
I pulled back to look at his cock again, and then, my hand shaking, I reached up and took hold of his nuts. The sac was loose and relatively hairless, and I could feel each big nut moving around in my hand. I closed my hand around them, holding them tightly but gently and feeling how firm and warm they were. His cock, though thick and swollen, and starting to get thicker, longer, and harder right before my eyes, was nonetheless still pointing toward the floor, so I jacked up my courage, encircled the shaft about halfway down with the thumb and forefinger of my free hand, and slowly lifted his cock until the cumslit was aimed directly toward my lips.
I knew I could leave the office - and any chance of joining the club - at any time, but the only thing I could think was, yeah, it's worth it - getting into that club is definitely worth one blowjob. I leaned forward again and opened my mouth. And then I did it. I leaned close enough to him so that the top third of his cock slid between my lips. I hesitated, still queasy about going through with it. But then I gently closed my mouth around his dick. I could feel how thick and how hot it was. I instinctively started feeling the underside with my tongue, and as I did so, I heard him moan softly. Fuck, I thought, here I am, forty-three years old, recently married for the second time - and to an incredibly hot young woman - and I'm on my knees, sucking the cock of a man I only met twenty minutes ago.
What shook me even more was that, despite all my qualms, I found myself getting into it. I slipped my lips a little further down the shaft and began slow, gentle sucking movements. "Oh yeah, suck my dick," he groaned. No one had ever told me how to suck cock, but I started doing things instinctively - massaging his balls as I held them in my palm, slurping away at the underside of the cock shaft with my tongue, sucking in slow gentle pulses. I felt his hands on the back of my head, pulling my face toward his crotch, and felt his cock pushing deeper and deeper into my mouth until my lips were pressing into his pubes and my forehead was pressed against his belly. I couldn't believe how it felt; it was as if the world had disappeared and the only thing that existed was this long thick hard cock buried in my mouth and those nuts nestled in my palm. I also realized, with a jolt, that my dick was getting hard too, which scared the shit out of me. But it didn't scare me half as much as hearing the door opening, and someone else coming into the room, a few seconds later.
I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as I tried to pull off him, but Mark held my head in place. I couldn't bring myself to continue the sucking motions with that unknown person present, so I just closed my eyes and remained perfectly still, my face burning, the full length of Mark's cock buried in my mouth.
"Freeze when you have an audience, do you?" Mark asked, though he knew I couldn't answer. "You need to get over that, Dave. Don't worry - the guy who just came in is one of the partners here, and he's also in the club. I told him to drop by - I thought he might like to see how our interview was going. Finish what you've started, and then I'll introduce you."
Fuck. There was no way I wanted a stranger to watch me suck dick, and I didn't want to be introduced to someone with my mouth full of fresh semen, but it looked as if both of those things were in my future. I stayed motionless for a few more seconds, my cheeks still burning, my body trembling, trying to take in what was happening to me.
"Suck it, man," Mark said. "John and I don't have all day. I have a lot of other things to do besides feeding you this big load of sperm. And if we're going to get you in that club, we have a couple other things to discuss before we finish up."
Those were the magic words. Getting me in the club. That brought my mind around. That was why I was here, that's why I was on my knees, that's why there was a hard cock in my mouth. And it occurred to me that the more I put my heart into sucking, the faster I could make him cum and the faster I'd get through this ordeal. So I thought back to the fantastic blowjobs I'd gotten from my wife, and thought about all the things she did that felt really good, and tried to do those things to Mark's cock.
I also tried to block out the fact that someone else was in the room watching, even though I could sense his presence just a few feet away and just barely outside my field of vision. But that didn't work, because Mark started a running conversation with this newcomer and kept it going the entire time I was sucking him off.
"This is Dave, John, the guy with the hot young wife with the big tits we've all been ogling. Dave here tells me his wife gives a fantastic blowjob."
"Oh yeah? God, I'd love to see her lips wrapped around my dick - you know, just to see if she's as good as Dave says. And what about her pussy? Did Dave tell you anything about her pussy? If her pussy is anywhere near as sweet and as pretty as her face, I'd have my cock in her pussy in a heartbeat."
"You hear that, Dave? John is curious about your wife's pussy. Does she have a pretty cunt, Dave? Do you like shoving your cock in her pussy? No - don't stop sucking - you can tell us later. But, God, I hope that pussy of hers is juicy and tight!"
"Maybe we can have a little show-and-tell at our next club meeting, Mark - you know, let Dave lift her skirt up for us and pull her panties down and spread her legs for us and tell us all about that sweet pussy he's been fucking, and letting us all get a good look and a good feel."
"Oh fuck, I'd love that. Will you do that for us, Dave? Will you show us your wife's pussy? Maybe let us grope it, stick a finger or two up into it and feel around up in there? Or maybe you could demonstrate a little pussy-eating for us - would you do that, Dave? Would you like that? Do you like eating pussy? Or do you like sucking cock better than eating pussy? You're doing such a good job sucking my dick that it makes me wonder. You know, John, I like a pussy with a nice, smooth, plump mound - something that really fills your palm when you close your hand over it. Oh God, I love thinking about Dave's wife's pussy while Dave is sucking my dick. Oh god yes, suck my dick, man. Suck my dick while I think about molesting your wife's nice, warm, plump pussy."
"Damn, Mark, you're getting me fucking hot with all that pussy talk. How's Dave doing with your cock, huh? Is he a good cocksucker?"
"Oh yeah, he's getting there. He's definitely getting better. I think he likes it. Do you like it, Dave? Do you like sucking cock? You seem to be getting into it. Or maybe you just like hearing us talk about what we'd do to your wife's pussy - is that it? Oh yeah, I think he just answered my question. Oh fuck yes, Dave, that feels so good! Oh yeah, Dave, keep sucking me just like that. Oh fuck."
"Think he needs a dick check, Mark? To see if he likes what he's doing?"
"Yeah. Check him out."
I could sense that John, whom I still hadn't seen, was kneeling down behind me, then I felt him reach around me and cop a feel of my dick through my pants. But he no sooner touched my cock than he was up on his feet again.
"Yup, hard as a rock! It's pretty clear he's a natural cocksucker!" My face was burning hot as I heard John saying out loud what wild horses couldn't have dragged out of me.
"Do you suppose he likes the taste of sperm? Cause he's about to get a mouthful."
"Good, cause I've got a client waiting for me and I've got to get back to him soon. But I don't want to leave before Dave and I have been formally introduced."
"I'm close, Dave. So close. Suck a little harder, man. Oh yeah, just like that. Oh god, he's sucking me like he wants my sperm. Oh fuck, oh fuck yeah. Make love to that dick. Make me feel how much you want my sperm. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Oh fuck, here it comes. Oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk."
With that Mark pushed his dick all the way into my mouth, held my head firmly in place, and blasted more sperm into my mouth than I thought any one man could produce. And all the while John kept cheering him on with comments like, "Oh yeah, feed that fucker. Feed him some sperm. Make that cocksucker eat your seed. Keep pumping it into him. Make him take it."
Finally the pumping and the deluge stopped, but it was several more seconds before Mark pulled his dick out of my mouth. When he did, he pulled it out slowly, letting my lips milk the last few drops of semen from it. But once his cock flopped out of my mouth, he quickly cleaned himself off with his handkerchief and hiked his boxers and pants back up. As he fastened his pants I swallowed the last bit of his semen and stood up, still in a daze.
"Dave, this is John."
I turned to finally see John, and, believe it or not, extended my hand to him as if this were a normal, everyday introduction, despite the fact that I could still taste Mark's sperm and that I was sure my lips were swollen and red from the cocksucking. John had a half-smile, half-smirk on his face as he looked into my eyes and shook my hand.
"Nice to meet you, Dave. Sorry I don't have time to welcome you in the same way Mark just did - can you give me a rain check?"
I couldn't believe what I heard myself saying in reply - "Yeah, that'd be fine." Fine! Did I just say that! Did I just agree to suck this guy's dick too? What the fuck was happening to me? But I was so baffled by the situation I seem to have stumbled into that I hardly knew which way was up.
With a quick apology for having no time for small talk, John left the office right after we'd been introduced, and Mark ended our interview immediately thereafter - apparently he was in no mood to discuss the next step in my "audition" now that he'd transferred a quarter of a billion spermatozoa from his nuts to my stomach. But he said that I'd hear from him soon.