“Yeah, you like that, bitch? Are you remembering anything?”
Wilson was indeed remembering a lot. He was remembering that the ridge around the crown was sensitive and that a hard dick would slide right down his throat if he angled it right. He also remembered how exciting it was to be near Stephen … er,Suzan and how long it had been since he’d had sex. Way too long, obviously!
He sucked the plastic penis, rubbing his tongue around the head and along the stalk, his mind wrapped around the Stephen that he knew and Suzan that was his new reality.
“That was very good, Wilson.” Suzan pulled the rubber prop from his mouth with an audiblepop and went behind him. He felt his wrists loosen and drop. “Now, stand up.”
Wilson stood, feeling weak from sitting so long, but he reached out to Suzan to embrace her. She danced out of his grasp and whirled him around, pressing him against the wall. “Suzan … ”
“Time for the show, Wilson.”
He felt her hands travel around his waist, the fingers wrestling with, then unbelting his belt and unbuttoning his buttons. His stomach muscles spasmed at her touch and she shoved her fingers into his thick, pubic hair, grabbing his stiff stalk and stroking it. He whimpered, shaking with the sensations. Suzan moved around behind him, her hand still stroking his hard cock, her eyes meeting his in the mirror’s reflection.
“Suzan, you’re still so beautiful … ”
“Quiet now.”
Wilson felt the head of the rubber penis at his ass entrance and tried to move away. “No! Please!”
With one hard thrust, Suzan drilled the dildo into him and he screamed in pain, his legs nearly giving out. “Remember this?” Her voice was hot in his ear, her body hard against his, ramming him mercilessly until his whimpers of pain metamorphosized into grunts of pleasure. “Remember me taking your cherry ass?”
“Yes.” Wilson could barely speak, so great was his pleasure. The dildo stretched him wide but it also scraped his prostate, making him writhe in delight. And the fact that it was Suzan made his dick even harder. “God, yes!”
“Remember the sound of my balls slapping your ass? Remember the sweat that covered our bodies?”
“Oh, yes.” Wilson was remembering. He was stroking his own cock now, his fingers wrapped around Suzan’s.
“Do you want my cock in your ass now?”
“Yes!”
Wilson groaned as Suzan pulled out of his ass and quickly dropped the harness. Hidden underneath was the beautiful penis he remembered: long and thin with a large fluted crown and a small set of balls, completely shaved. He couldn’t stop himself from falling to his knees and taking Suzan’s organ into his mouth, caressing the musky skin with his tongue and sucking the oozing pre-cum from the wide slit.
Suzan’s groan was like music to his ears. “Oh, God, Wil.” A series of shivers ran through her body, making her nipples harden. “God, I’ve missed this. You always knew how to work me.” Wilson hummed along Suzan’s length, making her toes curl. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Wilson turned back around, presenting his already loose asshole and Suzan plunged in, their moans mingling. “Oh, yes. Fuck me, Suzan.” He closed his eyes, relishing the touch of her skin on his and turned his head, allowing her to plunder his mouth with her tongue. Her cock moved smoothly in and out, filling him then retreating and his hand covered hers, both enjoying stroking his cock while stroking his anal canal. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum! Oh, Suzan! Fuck!”
As thick ropes of cum spewed into his and Suzan’s combined palms, Wilson groaned loudly, his body shaking both from his climax and the pounding that his ass was still receiving from Suzan. It didn’t last long, though. With a cry of his name, Suzan came, pumping her semen into his grasping asshole, holding his trembling hips as they dropped to their knees. It was several moments before Wilson was able to speak.
“I’m sorry.”
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Wilson Mathews was a bastard. And he knew it.
He ran the Mathews Corporation with the compassion that his father had run it with and took pride in the fact that it was highly profitable. He walked the hallways, his beady eyes casting about, seeking out workers and technicians and thanking them for working for him and praising their efforts. He almost always found what he was looking for and thrived from the expressions of joy that he received on an hourly basis. Those working for him admired his change and remained on the payroll because the performance bonuses were fantastic.
The Executive Secretarial position was a different matter.
Suzan Woodmoore did not return on Tuesday. Instead, there was a young man seated at the expansive desk, his suit well cut and his appearance immaculate. At lunch time each day, Stephen Woodboro entered Wilson’s office, shutting and locking the door behind him, pushed his boss against the wall and fucked his ass until they both came. And at six o’clock, they went home together.