Stephen’s career
September 11th, 2007It’s hard to pave a career when you are a young writer who is just starting off, but much depends on an editor who’s got contacts in the writing world. The writer invites the editor to his house and notices at once that his wife becomes the one who can boost his career, but her pussy is needed for that….
Two men came out of the subway on a hot spring day. One of them was about forty. He was wearing a grey light suit. He was thickset, not very tall. He had dark hair and was already getting bald. Big sunglasses covered almost half of his face. His companion was a thin man with fire red hair. He was wearing sky-blue shirt, shabby jeans and white sneakers.
The thickset guy was the chief editor of a popular magazine, the thin man was a promising writer, who had been unsuccessfully trying to publish his detective stories for more that a year.
The both were tipsy. But the younger man had a packet with two bottles of whisky in it. The elevator took them to the fifteenth story. The writer took out the key and opened the door before the editor.
-Mr. Richardson, meet my wife Elizabeth, - Stephen (that was the writer’s name) said ingratiating, introducing his slender wife.
Mr. Richardson looked at the blond openly and even cynically. He was most attracted by her legs that were easily seen from under a short tight skirt. She had red heels on. He also noticed that that 28-year-old pretty girl had petite breasts that were uncovered by the bra. The nipples were standing out through the T-shirt.
-Cute girl… - he said smiling disgustingly. He was apparently floating over some nasty fantasies in that moment. – She has pretty lips. They are so plump, hot and wet.
Elizabeth seemed to feel embarrassed and invited the guest in the room. Mr. Richardson felt himself like home. He flung himself down on the couch and told them to get something to drink and to snack.
In some 30 minutes the three were all even tipsier after having drunk the bottle of whisky. They were talking about the young writer’s prospects in the literary business. There was one issue Mr. Richards reminded Stephen of, when his wife went out to the bathroom. The “issue” made the writer get pale and his right cheek twitched.
-Oh, c’mon, you gotta start somehow, right…This is the world of literature, my friend. Who knows, maybe soon we’ll see films based on your detective stories. By the way, I know a good director at one of Hollywood studios, - the editor sounded encouraging.
-Well, I don’t know, it’s so quickly… maybe I should go out and… – The writer was definitely anxious.
-Why? What for? You can go out of the room, you can even watch us!!! Or even jerk off!!! Then you’ll come in and sit right there on the armchair in the corner. Believe me it’s very arousing. – Mr. Richardson was obviously mocking at him.
-You know, I hinted Elizabeth at her behavior with you… but you should talk to her too, and arrange everything yourself.
-No, no, body. I love guys too. Or maybe you don’t like me? I mean as your editor? – The bold man replied.
-No, no, I always speak for cooperation in literature, - Stephen was sweat.
-That’s wonderful! Now move your thin ass out of the room and watch!
When Elizabeth was back to the room, Mr. Richardson was straddling on the couch, fondling his groin.
-Well, baby, let’s see what you can do to make your husband a famous writer, - he said pointing at the glass of whisky standing on the coffee table near-by.
Stephen standing behind the door could see his wife drink it at a gulp and get on her knees before the editor who looked pleased standing up and unzipping the fly.
-Though… We’ll do it this way. You show yourself first. Give me her tits. – He added suddenly.
Stephen screwed up his eyes. When he opened them he saw that his wife had already taken of the “Let’s spend this night together!” T-shirt, exposing her breasts, and covering them with the hands. Then she took a deep breath and reached for the editor’s belt. Her bare boobs swayed as she moved.
-It’s almost hard! – Mr. Richardson laughed moving his hips, thus, helping her to pull off his trousers and pants. – Here is my little General!
The “General” was large. Stephen couldn’t stop watching them in the room. The dick wasn’t very long, some 6 inches, but it was really thick. It was almost hard looking into Elizabeth’s face. The dick head was no thinner that Stephen’s three fingers. Stephen even made an experiment tucking his three fingers into this own mouth. “He’s damn son of a bitch! How will she suck?” – He spitted angrily not noticing himself getting his hand into the trousers. His own cock was swelling, watching Elizabeth licking the dark hard-on of the editor with her pink soft tongue. She was like a slave or something. She moved up and down from the balls up to the head. (Actually, it wasn’t a “General”, it was even smaller that “Major”.)
Blood rushed into his head and the writer was short of breath. The heart as beating fast, and he squeezed his pecker tightly. It turned out he shouldn’t have worried at all – the editor’s dickhead fit his spouse’s mouth perfectly. She held the stem in her hands jerking it. She was sucking.
-Wo, wow, wow, not so fast. – said the editor. – Work your mouth. – He ordered.
Elizabeth started caressing his hairy hips licking the dickhead. Stephen turned around feeling humiliated. But the flow of lust coming somewhat from the lower belly made him frig his prick and look into the now half-opened door. The editor was breathing heavily taking off the tie, unbuttoning the shirt. He moved front wards as if impaling himself on Elizabeth’s mouth. She tried to evade it, hoping that sucking and kissing would be enough. Then Mr. Richardson took his cock in one hand and her hair in the other, saying: “Open the mouth, slut!”
When Stephen heard these words he almost came. Trying to calm himself down he stopped the sperm spurt. Now his dick was fully lubricated. When he peered into the room again, his apparently-new-boss was fucking his wife in the mouth, getting his dick deep inside, holding her head with his both hands. Elizabeth moaned caressing his hips faster.
-I knew you would like it, - the editor said looking at the opened door. He saw the writer standing on his knees watching his wife get rammed.
Their eyes met. The editor got more aroused. He told Elizabeth to take both his testicles in the mouth, while he was lustfully rubbing his pecker against her face, thrusting it in her eyes, nose, slapping on her forehead. The sadist was intentionally speaking too loud for Stephen to hear everything well: “Good bitch! Yu suck well! Fuck your nose! Yeah, this way…”
It was too much for the writer. He came moaning, squeezing his throbbing penis with the hand. White trickles were flowing down the door. He went to the kitchen, feeling dizzy. He took out a bottle of vodka from the fridge and gulped several times. “Fuck them all, fuck them all,” he whispered looking for something to take with the battery taste of the spirits.
Suddenly he heard Elizabeth’s moaning coming from the room. It was rhythmical and lustfully hot. He got sweat. He heard the editor’s commands and sluttish moaning of his wife: “Leg up! Yes, bitch! Now turn to the side. Sit on it!” Elizabeth was moaning, whimpering, and sighing.
Stephen made another gulp getting angry with his wife: “She is a broad! She likes it! My prick is longer that this asshole’s. She says all the time that mine reaches her womb! I’m gonna go and fuck her too!!!”
He felt sweet heat in the groin and tickles in the ass. He went back to the room masturbating on the way. Elizabeth was in dog-position on the couch. Her skirt was pulled up. She opened her bare butt to the editor, who was drilling her puss, leaning on her, feeling up her boobs rudely. The nipples were hard with arousal. When Stephen got into the room, the editor squeezed the wife’s buttocks tight leaving red prints on the skin.
-Stephen, your wife is beautiful! – He got out of her pussy making her vulva lips turn out too following the dick.
Then he impaled her at full length, up to the balls, slapping her butt with his hips. She was moaning, she seemed to enjoy it. Lots of contradictory thoughts occurred in Stephen’s head at once: “This whore likes it!? Or she is pretending… No, she really likes it. She doesn’t whimper with me this way, bitch. Fuck them…”
Mr. Richardson never stopped screwing his aroused wife. Stephen couldn’t stop wondering at her. She was moving her body impaling herself on that thick… She was moaning, whimpering. Saliva was flowing out of her mouth. The writer felt sick and got on the floor. He didn’t notice he was naked with hard-on and exposed dickhead.
-OK, Steve, stop jerking, come and kiss my ass! Go on, lick my butt! – He heard the editor say.
The writer was unable to fight against the power of the words. He crept up to the swaying ass and started kissing it.
-Oh, it’s so good! Lizie and Steve! Licking writer! Lick my ass, son of a bitch! – The editor cried muffling Elizabeth’s orgasmic moans. Mr. Richardson put his on leg on the couch keeping fucking Elizabeth, and giving Stephen full access to his anus. Stephen smelled shit when his tongue started licking the editor’s hole.
-Damn me! – The editor was groaning, accelerating the tempo. – Lick it, bitch. Caress my balls with your hand. Yes, this way!
The writer felt stinky sweat flowing down the editor’s ass. He was sick. He turned to the back lying between his wife’s legs. He saw a huge stem entering his wife’s vagina, slapping him on the nose by the balls. Stephen closed his eyes tightly –mixture of male and female smells reached his nose. “How many times has she already come?” he thought indifferently. Suddenly he heard Mr. Richardson cry:”Open your mouth!” He did. He felt the throbbing cock in his mouth cavity. The editor came. Stephen squeezed his dick with the lips and almost choked with semen. He swallowed.
-Suck, swallow, bitch! Suck it! – The editor loved to cum into mouths of husbands whose wives he had just fucked.
Soon Stephen’s first story “Backstreet heroes” was published in the magazine. It wasn’t at the first page, but anyway. Mr. Richardson promised to make a film based on his stories. But it demanded… gangbang, as now not only the editor, but the director, some 2-5 assistants must fuck Stephen’s wife.
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September 11th, 2007 at 8:00 am
Oooo, that story up there is truly dedicated for some perverted guys, dirty dirty one! + to the writer!
September 11th, 2007 at 12:59 pm
WEll, career is important, isn’t it? And this guy had to think about the future of his family, he needed to find a way to earn money and ensure a reliable income for his family, so may be we shouldn’t judge him, if I were in his place, I would do the same
November 6th, 2007 at 1:14 am
so good made me cum up until the part about the shit smell in the ass….. not hot….but i did get a really good cum from it, squirted all over my hand and then i licked off my juices
December 24th, 2008 at 4:12 pm
if you want to be a real writer just come for my house with your wife
if you want that send to me an email
ghostman@maktoob.com