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"Don't hurt yourself," he cautioned.
"I'll be fine," she said tapping the vicious looking quirt she still held in her hand against her hip and smiled. "I'm the one with the cock this time."
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Mei was waiting in the storage room trying to quell the feeling of nervous tension in her breast. Her emotions mixed but did not combine leaving her feeling like she was wading through a shallow pool of different temperature layers. She felt sweet. Sweet made her feel good about herself. But she wanted to be loyal even though she wasn't quite sure what loyalty entailed. It probably meant not fucking anyone but her boyfriend. It felt like the right answer but Philip could have just told her to stop - and he hadn't. Was loyalty giving Dr. K the pleasurable diversion she had thought about all day? Wasn't loyalty the same as commitment? If so she was fine because she was totally committed to being sweet - and she was sure sucking cock was as sweet as a girl could get.
She spun when the door began to open and sighed when she saw the big man's white lab coated shoulder move through the gap.
She was at his chest before the door closed kissing his clavicle, surrounding his hips with her forearms and feeling loving sweetness tickle inside her belly.
He didn't speak as she massaged the front of his pants nor when she slowly sank to her knees before him.
"Don't screw me, ok?" she requested. "Not today. Just let me suck you off while you pet my hair."
"What did he say?"
"Who, Philip?"
"Of course, unless you have another boyfriend." (And just as easy as that the thought was there, like a light bulb illuminating a dark room: 'Dr. K is my other boyfriend.')
"He's good," she said.
"You said..."
"Let's talk later in your office." She brushed the front of his pants before unlooping his belt. "I don't want to waste time."
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It wasn't easy getting the plug out of the president's ass and it was even harder getting the dildo in but it finally sank in his shithole with a pleasing glide as the president submitted to his fate. She was rough and insistent. And to sweeten the unpleasant task she thought of Mei Chun and how she would don this gear again and fuck the sweet little Asian girl like this — with a new dildo, of course.
She grabbed his ear with one hand and his shoulder with the other and pulled until he was forced to look at the ceiling. The leverage provided helped her penetrate deeper. "Fucking whore!" she spat at him, "Politician whore! Fuck the people, will you? Tax them and rule them and tell them how to live?"
He grunted each time her cock shoved his shit further up into his bowls and expanded his deeper rectum in a most unpleasant way. Yes, he was getting his due, was paying for the betrayal of his people, was paying for the sins with his mother.
"See how it feels? Understand now why everyone hates you? Despises all merdeux like you?"
"Ughf," he agreed. He did know and this lesson was bringing it home in a way he was unlikely to forget.
"Fuck you!" she said with a thrust. It felt good.
"Fuck you!"
She watched as the black girth jutting from her mound slid into him.
"Fuck you!"
It felt good fucking the embodiment of state authority.
"Fuck you!"
She found herself finally getting into the spirit of the occasion and took to her quirt again. She whipped his back and shoulders while shouting, "FUCK YOU!" again and again.
"Ughf! Ughf!" she heard him respond it what could only mean "Yes!"
She felt her arousal grow as his evident excitement mounted. 'He's going to come, the freak! He's loving this.' And to test her theory she reached around to touch his cock. It was hard and drooling.
She drove harder and faster. Wondering if a man could come without a touch to his penis. But soon she tired, her hips not accustomed to the action. She reached her left hand under his throat, pulled on him and said, "Lean back on me and fuck yourself you disgusting little shit." It was difficult, her cock popped out of him while he adjusted and she dispensed with the spreader bar, pulling the Velcro cuffs off with a ripping sound. "Kneel up!" she ordered and pushed back into him. "Lean back!" She moved her calves under her thighs and watched as he lowered himself on her dildo. It was an amazing sight, and she had to admit, an arousing one. His arms held behind his back in leather cuffs, the strap of the gag tight against his cheek and his legs working to raise and lower himself upon her.
"Now fuck yourself, Pierre. Fuck my dick into you."
She leant against the foot of his wife's bed for support and reached around to stroke his cock. She pulled his hair when he looked down at what she was doing. "Look forward!" She didn't want him to lose the notion that he was the one being screwed and she felt that if he were to see her pleasuring him it would give him the wrong message. "You come when I tell you!"
"Ughf!"
She let him ride, greasing up when appropriate, let him build all while spitting every insult she could muster and then repeated them in Czech. And when she thought the burn in his thighs would cause him to seize she reached around for his penis, stroked it and said, "Come, you disgusting sissy."
She looked over his hunched shoulder and watched as he spurted thick gouts of semen onto his belly and her hand. 'That is so lovely,' she thought again, as always when watching a man come. "Eyes forward!" she spat and pulled savagely at his hair wrenching him backward on her body, the dildo going deeper than ever, his whole body groaning with the release. 'What is my fascination with watching a man come?' she wondered while he gasped through his gag.
She gave him a just a moment to compose himself then pushed him forward and ground his face into his wife's carpet. Standing, she kicked him until he turned over. She stood above him and let his cum dribble from her hand to his face, splattering cooling drops on his cheeks, forehead and lips. She looked past her cock, and into his eyes. "I've had enough of you for the time being," she said and knelt next to him. "But," she gathered some semen from his belly with her fingers and smeared it in his face and lips, "should you find the need to be reminded of the meaning of government service I may be willing to instruct you further."
She stood again, stripped off her harness, discarded the dildo with a look of disgust and brought her bag to the floor. "You will," she said removing his cuffs, "count to three hundred. You will not say a word until then." She returned the manacles to her bag and reached to the back of his head for the gag's clasp. With a jerk of her hand the ball came free. He stretched his jaw while looking at her. And as she put the gag in her bag he said, "I love you, Markéta. I..."
The slap she delivered across his face was heard clearly by Sébastien in the hallway as was her invective. She berated him as a fool, a selfish fool who didn't deserve his wife or his position or to clean the sinks in the Presidential Palace. "What have I taught you!? What have I done making myself filthy for? Don't you get it, shithead!?!"
She stormed out and slammed the door on a man totally confused, semen drying on his face, ass throbbing in pain and wanting the woman who had just abused him more than anything in his life.
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'Hell,' Mei thought as Dr. K's dick filled her mouth, 'if he really was my dad I'd be so fucked up right now. Sucking daddy dick! So perverted, so wrong, so disgustingly hot. Waiting until mom's out of town and seducing him.' A shiver fluttered within her spinal column. 'Fucking daddy in mommy's bed. Arching my back to get him in deeper while my asshole winked at him. Fucking daddy... fucking... my... daddy!'
She had been avoiding it. Feared it. Knew it was a perversion she shouldn't approach too closely lest she be pulled in and become corrupted by it. Then she realized something significant. She feared it because she didn't understand it. Was this was where the answer lie? Past this curtain of perversion would she understand herself a little better?
She took his dick out and let her drool coat her fist and forearm while she stroked him. "Call me baby," she pleaded in quiet, urgent words. "Call me sweetheart." Her eyebrows formed an arch that begged him to understand. "Call me honey and little girl. Call me daughter."
"Mei," he groaned.
"Just do it. Please, Alan. Please."
"Meimei," he said in a way that, while it pleased Mei in its close approximation of proper pronunciation, wasn't what she wanted. And, in the few seconds during which the revelation had come to her, she pictured an Asian man as 'daddy' and it had dimmed her ardor instantly. Curious, she tried to remember her real father's face. She nearly retched at the image of him standing where Dr. K was standing, his greasy hair, his ugly face and his small tan dick in her mouth. No, Mei didn't want her real father, for which she was very grateful. She wanted a white father.
Then, in an 'oh my god, you idiot!' jolt, she realized why she had never, ever, dated an Asian guy. 'Why would I fuck a guy that reminded me of that asshole?'
"English, say it in English," she said in the half second break before she returned his ridiculous dick back into her mouth as deep as she could manage.
'Dick!' she thought as she struggled to accommodate what felt like a baton into her mouth, 'so love the dick! So love making Mr. Dick happy. It makes me feel good, feel whole and wanted being a sweet little cocksucker for my men. Jenny was such a cunt.' She lost herself for a few moments in the simplicity of the act. The contradictory texture of soft wet skin stretched tight over ridged corpuscles, veins and the elongated blood bags that made the cock her favorite body part. 'I so fucking love to suck dick. So glad to be sweet - Daddy's...' she shivered with the thought, '... sweet little cocksucker.'
Jenny hadn't be giving, but now that she was Mei, she wished to make giving the hallmark of who she was. Giving to Alan, giving to Philip, giving to her girlfriends. But she was so engrossed in her plans for the future she almost missed the signs. Alan was getting there and she didn't want to neglect the present for the future. She moaned deep and long to help him over that last hump. She sped up, looked again in those eyes above her and, just at the right moment, pulled loose and said, "Cum on my tongue, daddy."
"Mei!" Dr. K groaned as the trigger was pulled.
"Daddy!"
"Mei, baby."
"Daddy!" she mewled in delight as his cum covered her moving lips. "Come in your little girl's mouth," she said as her eyes gently closed in delight, her mouth opened wide and approached to cover his spurting dick.
He made his grunts and his groans as she grasped his hips and pulled him forward. She kept eye contact as he finished a long series of small, tender thrusts and convulsions. He gripped the desk and spread his fingers wide against the door to keep from falling. All the while gazing down at Mei, and feeling something wonderful and terrible had just happened to him.
Mei spent the necessary time to allow him to come down easy thinking about what just happened. She had made a transference. She had, at least to a significant degree, killed her father and moved her latent affection for the symbol he still was to someone else. She knew it was good, right, justified and necessary. And as she swallowed and began to gently lick his stupid long length as a kind of clean up gesture, she wanted to tell him how much she loved him, how much she, simply put, appreciated what he had done for her. That by acknowledging her as his daughter he was allowing her permission to claim him as an alternative father. But perhaps, she thought while delving her tongue deep into the pubic hair above his gently deflating cock, now wasn't the time.
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Tim checked the secret gmail account he had set up on his phone so Karla wouldn't know. "Damn!" he muttered waiting in the elevator lobby and pulled down the screen to reload and check for new messages again.
His heart throbbed in the arteries of his forehead. There it was: 'RE: Appointment Request'.
Dearest Tim,
Sandy told me you might contact me and I've been waiting for your email. I'm so glad you've decided I'm the lucky girl.
I can't wait to get together and hope we have a long and very intimate relationship ;)
Let me know when you are free for our first engagement and I'll make sure I'm available.
Sandy says you are very special and I'll make sure all your 'special' needs are met.
Looking forward to your quick reply.
Tatiana!
Against all reason, Tim's heart thumped in both his chest cavity and his ears. It was as thought he were reading a reply to a love letter sent to his first crush. As though her reply was personal, as though the meaning and the words were genuine. Was it possible? It was not possible. But was it perhaps not entirely impossible that a meaningful personal relationship could begin in such a way? Could not two people that make love together — regardless of the business aspect of the act, and the forbidden, taboo, word 'love' — admit, perhaps after many appointments, many relaxed, post orgasmic exchanges, that something akin to love had come to grow between them? Tim didn't wish to think it was possible — but nevertheless he did, and perhaps that was why his heart beat so.
After many moments not thinking about those things he looked up to see the elevator doors close on his coworkers, never realizing the car had come.
"Holy shit," he muttered again, pressed the down button to call another elevator and read the email a second time.
The first thing that he noticed after mulling over each sentence on the ride down the building was the simple fact that it was another human being responding to him in what seamed like a very real, very human way. Not that he expected anything different, it was that it occurred to him that this sex object he had been fantasizing about for days on end was a person. One at a keyboard somewhere in his city. One who took care in responding, no doubt for purely business purposes. Yet, she was a girl, with a story, with feelings, with a personality in addition to her tight ass and nice soft looking tits.
And then, as he decided to walk to the hotel rather than catch the bus, the nervousness caught him in the throat. He would have to, or rather, be allowed to, or be required to, be human himself. He could share with her not just the fuck he was really, really looking forward to, but he could unburden himself to her, perhaps? He could, if she let him, tell her about this fucked up relationship web he was in and maybe, maybe he could get some genuine sympathy or at least some advice from her.
He composed his reply during the walk home comforted by and feeling mildly ridiculous at the insight that whores were people.
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"She was cute," Ai said to Philip as they unpacked the food he had bought, "not your type but cute. And I think she'll do a good job with the site."
"So you FaceTimed her? The web designer? What was her name? And what's my type?" he asked, getting out the celery Ai had asked him to buy.
"Duh!?"
"Duh, what?"
"You've got the fever so bad your pee is yellow."
He quirked his head to the right. "Every guy's pee is yellow."
"See?" she said as if it were sufficient evidence.
"You mean to say that every guy has yellow fever."
"Yep. It's good to be an Asian chick." She smiled and waived the packaged duck while removing it from the bag. "Oh! That reminds me. Your tonic is in the fridge. Drink it before it forms fuzz at the top and turns brown."
Philip stowed some carrots in the crisper and came out with a tall glass, green, frothing and covered by a tea saucer.
"This again?"
"Three times a day. Better get used to it."
"What's in it?"
"If I told you it was puréed goat's pancreas wouldn't you still drink it?"
He set the glass down on the countertop, studied it closely for a few moments then lifted his eyes slowly to peer into hers. Then, without another word, he removed the saucer, placed it gently on the counter, took up the glass and downed it with obvious disgust.
It pleased Ai thoroughly.
"I can hear my liver groan," he said, wiping his mouth and making what Ai thought was an adorable face. "You owe me a blow job for each dose," he said then turned to put the glass in the sink.
"Ugh, gross!" Ai said, giving that bubbly half giggle that meant she was extra happy, "That stuff's going to make your spooge toxic."
He lunged across the counter top and snatched her bird like wrists with a faux snarl.
"Get away from me! Your pee is probably green now."
He could barely understand her for the laughing.
"Gonna get you... gonna make you swallow my green, slimy spooge! Get over here you Vietnamese witch!"
She darted away but wanted to be caught quickly. She wanted his body pressed over her. Wanted his kisses and tickles. But mostly she wanted his laugh to fill her ears and his rough stubble on her skin.
She tripped as he came around the counter, a contrived maneuver that didn't even look real. But Philip didn't care. He smothered her on the ground then hoisted her onto the sofa. He fell on top of her in a comedic way that mirrored her feigned stumble.
"Get your disgusting semen away from me!" she laughed and struggled. "Help!"
He undid his belt and pulled at the tab of his jeans.
"Psycho pervert!" she laughed so hard she had to pause in her disingenuous protest. "Help! The green cum shooting monster is after me!"
He laughed with her, sputtering grunts and 'suck my cock, witch,' phrases while he tickled her with his left hand.
Ai loved every second. Loved his laughter and the misery of the tickling. For her this was the real meat of love. The fun, the panting protests and the heart-filling joy of shared fun.
Sex was the ritual of her religion, taken in all the moods possible for a human to experience. Love was the water that filled eighty percent of a relationship's body, but somehow the other twenty percent was just as, or even more, valuable. It gave structure to the body so that love might have a home.
"Keep that awful dick away from me! You freak!"
He got it free, tickled her some more and noticed with another laugh that she wiggled her way down the couch, closer to his dick.
"No, please! I feel... I feel..." She acted woozy, as though coming under the influence of a drug. "Weak, and... and susceptible." She giggled out the final word trying to stay composed and in the role. "Feeling dizzy and... and horny... and hungry for something... something... something green."
Philip considered, for fraction of a second, if he should call it off and get the rest of the groceries put away, but when Ai opened her mouth and played the zombie he decided to let her suck his dick for a while.
"Mmmm. Uffgh... Gurrrgh... I'm under your spell, master. Your cock is my command."
He looked down on his pretty, young girlfriend, a girl he felt was way, way too good for him, and felt his heart, and his dick, thank God yet again. He marveled at her skills. Wondered if her neck hurt and if he loved sucking pussy as much as she did sucking dick.
And Ai, totally filled with contentment and a warm, sticky joy, thought that she was right where the universe wanted her to be. She was cycling his lovely dick back and forth in a gliding rhythmic slide over her tongue without hurry or purpose other than to give him as much pleasure and good vibes as she could. She played with the idea of squirming away at the last moment to pretend that the sperm he was going to shoot all over her face was disgusting but figured going with the 'sex zombie' was maybe sexier.
