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I took his cock, willing my shaking hand not to tremble so much.

"On your knees, like a pussy." He ordered.

"Paul." Mandy pleaded gently, but I was already down. Mandy didn't seem too earnest at any rate. Having been made to feel so vulnerable and cheap when I discovered her I don't think she was unhappy to let Paul make me feel so utterly worthless.

"Then I can... have Mandy?" I stammered, my eyes riveted to the cock which seemed to grow and swell before my eyes.

"Yeah, man. Then you can have her." But his attention had already wavered. Even as I leaned down towards Paul's dick, he and Mandy were giggling together again. Mandy's juices gleamed over the giant, purple fist I descended towards, but the unmistakable pale yellow ooze floated around his hole, gooey, yet runny.

Somehow my tongue met Paul's member first, and a bitter, acrid taste, much like a woman's but worse, flooded my senses. My lips fused to the edges and I let the head slide past them, trying hard to keep my teeth away from his girth.

"My god," Mandy swore, "He really did it."

"Yeah," Paul added, "It's kind of gross."

I ignored them, and tried a peremptory back and forth motion.

"I know," Amanda said, "It's all cummy with my stuff. Ewww." I felt her shudder, but the thought that I was licking Mandy's juices up helped keep me going. I tried sucking harder, and Paul rewarded me by swelling up even more. Now I had the cock I'd seen inside Mandy's pussy in my mouth. I tried not to think that it might be dribbling cum, or that it was Paul's cock.

Just that I was cleaning Mandy's love juice off the last man who had had her. This was better than fondling her panties, or licking the toilet seat she just used, or any perverted shit. I ignored the degradation. I ignored the level of submission I was giving to my subordinate. I tried, but failed to ignore the very hard, and very non-gay dick in my mouth, the pungent aroma of man swimming around me, and the shit Paul was saying to me as he gripped the back on my neck and fucked my face,

"That's good, faggot." He said softly, but maliciously. "Suck it like a little bitch. You like lickin' your girl's juice of a better man, don't you."

I didn't respond, I just sucked him more. I'd had enough head to know what I like. I did that for him, because Mandy would like it. I'd have her little ass and this would all be worth it. I cupped his balls, because that's what I like and thought what it would be like to feel him cum in my mouth. Would I feel smug, like a girl. Would I be pleased that I had satisfied him so?

But Paul had ideas of his own. I was roughly pushed off him. I barely knew what happened before he had stood up and turned Mandy over like she was a leaf blowing in the wind. I was sprawled out naked at his feet as Mandy, having been stood up on the floor, obediently anticipated her stud's will and bent over, arching her back to stick her ass up and setting both hands on the table. Our eyes met as Paul paused to push his pants down a bit. She had a look of sympathy, or maybe even pity. Paul was going to take her again, even after promising her to me because I was indeed a pussy. She glanced at my cock, no longer shriveled, but not even hard,

"A little higher." Paul ordered, and Mandy obeyed, lifting her ass. I scampered out of the way, not getting off the floor, and Paul slid the head of his fat cock against Mandy's ass. I could see it better from where I had moved to. Mandy's puffy, swollen little pussy parted for Paul, and he slid himself deep inside her. Her gasp was the definition of satisfaction. Not pleasure, just satisfaction.

In a second they were fucking again. Their mingled scents filled my nose and coated my tongue. I could only guess at the pleasures of entering that delicate little woman from behind. Those little ass cheeks jiggling wildly with each firm thrust. Every other moment I would catch a glimpse of her miniscule pussy stretched around Paul's girth. It glistened with her heat, and Mandy winced with each gentle thrust, but her mouth hung open and she held herself taut, obviously enjoying the sensation. Maybe she just enjoyed being told what to do, and being used like a whore.

She glanced at me as that thought crossed my mind. She nodded, her eyes half glazed over, as if she'd gleaned my thought. One thing was certain. The game Paul was playing with me had gotten him off. He came in a couple of minutes, spending another load of seed inside my Mandy.

"Oh, Paul, it's so fucking nice." She moaned as he pitched up and started to cum. She ground herself against him, giving him all the pleasure she could. Her beautiful little tits jiggling for me, her lips wet and parted, her body suckled the last gasps of pleasure she could from him.

Paul quickly slid out, and his glistening cock, thick, raging hard pointed at me for a moment. I'd had it in my mouth just minutes ago, and now I craved the thick coat of Mandy's fluids that gleamed along the length of the shaft. Paul toyed with me, "You want some more of this?" He towered right above me. With a practiced gesture he ran a pinched finger along the length of his cock. A heavy dollop of sperm oozed out the tip. He flicked his dick, even as he turned away. I tried not to shudder, or scowl with revulsion, rage, and humiliation as the great glob of filth went splat into my forehead.

I tried to discretely wipe it away as the lovers kissed and cuddled. I stood up. Trying to resist the urge to turn and flee I stood mute before the intimate couple. Mandy had eyes for no one but Paul,

"Mmm, you are wonderful."

"Mandy, you have the most amazing body."

"Hm, you've got the most amazing cock."

I was burning with envy. Her little hand ran up and down his flagging manhood as she slid her lips over his. Paul cradled her in his arms as she adored him, "I've wanted to be with you from the moment I met you." He murmured.

"Me too." I added.

Mandy didn't look at me, but her body seemed to mentally withdraw from the sound of my voice. I felt her cuddles get terse, even though she only touched Paul. She found way to shift her body, ever so slightly, so she was entirely turned into Paul.

"Oh, yeah." She said, "I think you're pretty handsome too."

The amazing fucking I had just watched had brought my cock to attention. Again it withered and died. Paul had an odd expression on. He twisted his lips and just shook his head as he watched me.

"Look, I was just wondering..." I began.

"Yeah, look," Mandy cut me off, her body suddenly relaxed no longer. Disengaging Paul, and obviously trying not to be too bashful in front of me, "About that. I mean, Paul just..." She broke off before saying, 'Paul just took your turn because you were too much of a pussy to take me when you had the chance.'

She looked to Paul for help. He grinned at her and sort of growled. They both grinned, loving each other and I felt myself fade away. Mandy spoke to me, but didn't look away from him, "I'm just so worn, and... I just don't think I can do any more."

She looked me right in the eye, "I'm sorry." She meant it too, but she wasn't sorry for herself.

But Paul put his arm around his girl and spoke to her ear, eyeing me. He said, "Remember what you asked me for before?"

Mandy grinned, "Which you said you didn't do." She turned to him, they were rubbing noses and playing with each other's bodies, even as I stood before them, rejected.

Paul looked at me, "Now we've got a switch hitter." I didn't know what that meant, but my mind was racing with possibilities. Whatever it was she wanted I would be willing to do it, even if Paul wasn't. That would make me a better lover no matter how you cut it.

No woman could ask for more than a man who gives her what she wants.

She looked at me. She was apprehensive, but grinning. "You'd do that?" Almost like she was afraid I'd say no. I couldn't believe that this girl really wanted me here. I kept having to convince myself that she was asking me to do this, but that grin shed all doubt.

She was genuinely excited about the prospect. Excited about doing it with me.

"Anything." I said, "What is it?"

She gave Paul a flirty jab in the ribs, and I felt my heart leap into my throat as her breasts jiggled so delicately I thought I was watching Disney porn, "Paul doesn't go down on girls."

Now it was my turn to etch a smile out of my face which had turned to concrete. I felt the overwhelming urge to vomit rising up.

"There's a lot." She said, "He's already cum twice." She grinned matter-of-factly, popping her eyebrows and nodding in that cute way she has. She might have been sharing a bit of gossip, or a quirky joke.

I was racing for excuses to back out. I wanted to vomit, but I wanted Mandy more. "It doesn't bother me." I lied through my bare, grinning, shit eating teeth.

"Whew." She said, grinning back at the real man in the room, "I don't know if I could do that." But she leaned back, her feet rising up to the edge of the table, and her lovely crimson sex, emblazoned with my nemesis' seed curled up to face me. Paul muttered something to Mandy, and she giggled something like, "nummy nummy." Back to him.

Even as I descended my mouth into the salty, bleachy, sappy mess I saw and heard two pairs of lips sliding over each other. The slit of Mandy's sex was spilling over with gooey, white cum. Her tongue darted into Paul's mouth even as I dipped my own tongue into Paul's generous basting.

I have to admit, she really did like it. The oral sex, that is. Almost immediately, her clenched little pussy swelled up, and the girl lost complete control. Not sated with three odd orgasms under Paul's ministrations, the little slut started to buck and rock, while I struggled to keep my tongue moving. Globs of cum drooled into my mouth. 'A' 'B' 'C' 'D' I spelled the whole alphabet, and with every letter I got another dollop of sperm.

Mandy bucked and clutched my hair, her mouth gasping into Paul's as she kissed him passionately. I spelled my name, even as she cried out Paul's as a first orgasm hit her, her thighs slamming tight against my ears, but she wouldn't let me go, "That wasn't it"

she said pulling me back for more honey. My face was smothered with cum, it's foul odor buried deep in my nose. My mouth felt like it was coated with lard and stuffed with vaseline and cotton, but more cum continued to drizzle out. I tried to let it dribble past my mouth, but Mandy held me tight, and the drops blended with my spit and her sex as I lapped up her loving, so I drank it all. Two loads of Paul's finest pouring into my mouth, and all I could do was imagine his cock pumping his seed into my mouth.

Mandy cried out how good it felt, and I wrote her name with my nose. She commanded me not to stop and my jaw popping, my neck cramping, my tongue a universe of nasty goo and pain, I wrote, "I love Mandy" over and over again, and when she finally came from it, I knew it was real, and I knew she knew who it was because she cried out my name. She told me I was wonderful, and I felt my heart shatter into a thousand brilliant fragments of diamonds and other beautiful things.

"Maybe you can bring him along the next time, Paul." she said, running her hand through my hair tenderly as she looked deeply into his eyes.

I lay in her lap as she gasped on the table when Paul let out a holler, "Holy crap, no wonder you're the boss."

I was slumped over on a chair between Mandy's legs, and perched up under the glory I had just devoured was my manhood, alert, eager, and ready for action. "Christ Mandy, take a look at this."

Mandy was reluctant to crawl out of her near comatose state, but she let her man sit her up so she could appreciate my member. I was not the thick monster that Paul was, but I do have a very nice cock. I've always been proud of it: A little over average in girth, nice and straight, no funny marks or turns, and I could get two hands over it before the head was covered up. I was no porn star, and I wasn't as thick as Paul, but I had a dick to be proud of and I reveled that Mandy got to see it finally, now, after our rapturous time together. She had no doubt of my manhood.

"That's nice." She said, and leaned back into Paul's arms like a baby girl in her daddy's arms.

"Let's see how you use that thing." Paul insisted.

I didn't want to push my luck any more. I couldn't bear another rejection. "That's ok."

"Okay, hell, you're the only one who hasn't gotten off."

A drop of Paul's cum dripped off my chin onto my thigh. "Uh," I muttered. "If it's okay." to Mandy.

She scooted away from me, closing her legs. I heard a squelch. "Sure." she said. "You can masturbate, right?"

I was wiping the runny jizz off my face, but I felt a real pulse of excitement, "Yeah."

Mandy slid out of Paul's arms to an edge of the table. My eyes didn't leave her body, and I knew how aware of it she was. Paul was in a strange, voyeuristic world. Overtly watching us both, but somehow I was giving Mandy the creeps and he didn't even register. I still couldn't look away, but my hand found my cock and started stroking it.

"My husband is picking me up in a few minutes." Mandy said, picking up her panties and stepping into them, "I'm just going to get dressed."

I don't pump my cock like most guys, but I hold it against my belly and rub fast circles over my frenum with my fingertips. It usually takes a lot of lube.

"Dude," Paul laughed, "He's using our juices to get off."

Mandy laughed, glancing down at my jizz covered hand. I was trying to sly the fact that I was watching her tits jiggle as she patted her sex dry with a paper towel. Her grin turned into a frown, then she looked away, "That's pretty gross."

I felt a drain. Mandy turned away and hiked up her underwear. Suddenly in the blink of an eye she had her dress on-a loose, sun dress that always excited me because it showed so much leg. Now it hid her. She shoved her bra into her satchel.

Paul had lost interest too. "Can I get a ride out to Market with you?"

Mandy shook her head with almost a scowl. Paul nodded. I started stroking faster, but the drain got stronger.

"I'm gonna see if it's too late to hitch a ride with Gina." Paul said, grabbed a jacket and turned to the door. Suddenly he slapped me on the back. Without turning to face me he said, "Way to go, stud." Then Paul was gone.

I could feel my cock softening, but I wasted to cum so bad. I looked Mandy in the eye. She reluctantly met me. "Mandy, can you..." I said, "Maybe." I glanced her over.

She stopped fussing with her bag. Holding still for just too long of a moment she nodded, "Yeah." she whispered. She reached up, unhooked two buttons and showed me her beat red, flushed and scratched breasts. Her nipples were puffy again and she was pulling a shoulder off when her phone began to vibrate.

My cock was swelling, and I knew I could cum if she would hold off, but she grabbed it quickly and flipped it open, "Hey Max." Her husband. She glanced at me, her hand making a gesture towards covering herself up, then let it fall. "No, I'm ready, I'm just finishing up a meeting with..." she looked at me, then sat up, "Paul told you?" Suddenly she stood up and crossed to the open window, covering herself. "Yeah, I see you." No, don't give him a ride."

My orgasm was close, but it was like she was dashing cold water on me. "Mandy."

My lover looked back with a scowl. I knew, or thought it wasn't' for me, but it hurt, like punch to the gut. I felt myself shriveling inside, but Mandy, dear Mandy, hiked up her dress and showed me her butt. Holding the skirt with her elbow she pushed down her panties while trying to hold her front closed and talk on the phone with the other hand.

Her condescension fueled me with excitement, and I felt my cock harden even as she lost focus on me. Still looking straight at me she said, "Matt, no. I'm tired, I can't deal with Paul in the car... Because he's a creep!"

I was thinking about how my wife said the same thing about Paul when she met him after work a couple of weeks ago. I counted the minutes that it had taken me to do closing paperwork and lock up while she was in the bar next door. I tried to imagine if Paul could have gotten her alone for long enough in one of the bathrooms, or by the pool table.

"I'll be right down. Don't give him a ride." Mandy slapped the phone shut and hiked up her underwear. "I've got to go." She buttoned herself up and neatened herself up. Her hair was so wild I couldn't imagine her facing Max like that, but she just pulled on her coat, a light cardigan, "You can finish on your own, right?"

I searched my body for a way to sound sensitive but frank. I needed her there. I croaked weakly, my body on the verge. She glanced at my cock and finally I felt myself cumming. My mouth gaped, but I was so close I couldn't say anything.

Mandy had barely glanced at me, "Thanks." and blew me off, leaving the break room door hanging wide open. Even Paul hadn't gone there.

The break room is just through a door to the side of the main warehouse. The locker rooms are just to the left, to the right was the door to the employee parking lot. At the other end of the warehouse I saw a couple a/v kids unloading a truck, but in the driveway. I was close, I was relishing the last glimpse of Mandy as I stroked and stroked.

I heard voices. Chris (of the amazing booty), and maybe Jen. I lurched up from my chair, struggling with indecision. Do I reach out and pull the door shut and risk being seen, or just grab my pants and pray they don't glance in the break room as they walk by. Chris laughed aloud and I froze there, stroking myself furiously. I was still trying to cum. Insanity. My job, my career, my marriage all on the line. I was still trying to get off on Mandy.

Chris' voice started to fade. I heard steps, then she appeared, walking away in impossibly stretched jeans. I had a chance to shut the door but instead I fixated on her fabulous ass. Swaggering in the doorway I wiped more cum off my mouth and chin. The most amazing glow rose up from my toes.

But my cell phone was ringing. Deb? Deb's ring was going off. She was on her way to Miami from somewhere for a conference. She knew I had to...

I had forgotten. She had flown back in. She arranged a layover in town. She'd called me, she was here to pick me up so we could have a few hours together before catching the redeye.

Chris had stopped and was checking her back. For a moment I saw her profile. The rush, that she had only to turn and maybe catch a glimpse of me paralyzed and excited me. I couldn't move my feet, but I couldn't stop masturbating either.

Then Chris dropped her keys, and turning she faced me fully, but here eyes were on the ground, and my body a warm, numb glow, nothing but cock from toe to teeth. She bent over, picked up her keys, and looked straight at me. I dribble of Paul's cum fell off my bottom lip and splashed on my foot. It was full daylight outside and the fluorescent lights must not have let her see much. But it sure felt like she was looking right at me. I liked having her see me. It horrified, but my body felt incredible. Then my phone rang again. My wife calling while I was masturbating in front of an employee.

I stumbled away from the door and scrambled with the pile of my pants for my phone, hands and knees the open door forgotten. With numb shaking hands I pulled the little flip phone out of its holster. It rang one last time as I struggled to steady my hands.

"1 missed call, 0 unknown."

"Shit." I muttered and lurched to the window. Before I could look for our car I saw Mandy. She was out by the tree line, just 10 or 15 yards away down a slope. She was scooting her husband over, trying to get in the drivers' seat while Paul grinned at him and ran his hand over Mandy's backside. I didn't think Mandy's husband could see it, but anyone else in the parking lot could. Before Mandy jerked herself away I was at it again, trying to capture my orgasm. I could see her lips shape out a very firm "goodbye" even as Paul mauled her tit. This time she let hem, standing there, scowling at him. But Paul backed off, waving as Mandy got in the car and slammed the door shut.

Deb was calling again. I ignored it. I was gonna cum. Mandy's husband was trying for a kiss, but she held him off as she started the car and put it in drive.

Paul stood back as Mandy drove away. There was another car, a newish four door-a rental probably. A young woman was leaning against it. On the cell phone. Deb was dressed for heat, in just a tank top and probably no bra. Her hair was a mess, she probably got off the plane and drove right here to meet me. She probably didn't notice that her little skirt was folded up, showing a lot of thigh.

Paul noticed it though. I stood there stroking myself as Paul walked up. She hung up the phone and flipped her hair, grinning under her sunglasses. She greeted the man whose dick I'd just sucked with a smile, straightening up and trying to smooth out her skirt discretely.

I came with a brilliance I hadn't known since high school. He had his grin on and his arms went wide as if he was going to hug the whole car. He stepped in between me and my view of my wife as thick ropes of semen flew out of me, jet after jet pelting the counter and dripping to the floor. My eyes glazed over and I willed the orgasm to stop even as I lost myself in its rapture.

Sudden loud voices broke my reverie and I spun around, drops still flying off my cock. I grabbed my pants off the ground. Sticking one leg in I almost collapsed as a second wave hit me like electricity. A jet of jizz flew down the front of the pants, but I got the other leg in. The last drops oozed out of me and the blood rushed to my head as I separated my button down and tie from my T-shirt. It was just pulled on, and I had just stepped into my shoes when the three of them walked in.

I made some feeble excuses about some gunk all over the counter. I was flushed, stammering, scared. "Was going to try to soak the shirt." I think Jen saw the arching bulge in my pants, Chuck might have seen me kick my boxers under the table, and Danielle definitely put her hand the mess it getting her lunch out of the fridge. I'm sure she knew what it was too. She played along, maybe for my sake as she wiped it off on my tie, which I'd thrown in the sink (I don't think she realized that it was all over her skirt). I couldn't see Chris out the door anywhere.

By the time they had left, Deb, the rental car, and Paul were nowhere to be seen. I'm sure he got a lift with somebody from work. Deb probably went to dinner. We had made plans to meet for dinner but she must have got in early. It took me an hour to finish up at work, then I waited at our restaurant for three hours, but she didn't call, and the hostess said she hadn't been in.

It was past 4 am when I knew her flight would be leaving. She hadn't called back or answered her phone. I masturbated in the bed Deb's dad had bought us for an engagement present. I didn't know if the room smelt of sex or if it was me, Paul and Mandy smothering my nose and mouth. But the sheers were on the floor and I had no trouble seeing Deb on her back while Paul, tapped from a day of fucking Mandy, rode her relentlessly. She cried out his name and gave him deep, probing kisses, cumming again and again. I came a third time, as I imagined him emptying himself into Deb's sex, my mouth open to accept his oozing cock, to make him hard so he could do it again.