My Housekeeper - Sex Stories

My Housekeeper

... get him ready to fuck me on your bed. And you're going to do a great job. Think of the best blow jobs you've ever seen in your porn videos. Do that. And make me proud. Do you understand?"

I panicked. I could feel the flush of blood through my entire body. Reluctance. No. More than reluctance. Refusal. My initial reaction was to call this whole thing off. I've been a heterosexual my entire life. Guys and their cocks never did it for me. A chick with a strap-on was one thing. But I'd never done the gay or bi thing. I realized that Rita wasn't asking. She held my head with her two hands and his cock touched my lips. I did nothing. "Lick it. Just the head," she whispered. He circulated the head of his cock around my lips and I flickered my tongue. Then he inserted the head. It had a musty fragrance. It was large, much larger than mine. I was confused. Surprised. He pushed the head past my lips, onto my tongue. I sucked it in, then forced it out. He pushed it back in and we repeated the dance of me sucking the head of his cock in and out. Rita began orchestrating the dance. She manipulated my head, setting the tempo for both of us.

"Deeper," she instructed me. My reluctance withered away into resignation. I figured there was only one way this was going to go. She pushed my head forward and buried his cock deeper into my mouth, back toward my throat. I gagged slightly. "Keep going," she told me. And she manipulated my head back, then forward, back, forward and then back, so ...

... that it felt like I was taking the whole damn thing into my mouth. I was breathing through my nostrils and getting a little out of breath. In and out. His cock was really big. I was just short of gagging.

Then she said, "Hold still," and she held my head in place with her hands, like a vice. The boyfriend went on offense and started doing the pumping. Shallow at first, then deeper. "Get your saliva going," she said. "The more lubrication the better. I know you can do it."

He started fucking my mouth and he grabbed hold of my head. She let go, laid back and began masturbating on the bed behind me. I could hear her moans and feel the bed shaking from her manipulation. I tried my best to let the whole ordeal just happen. Don't fight it, I told myself. This entire scene was, ultimately, of my making.

I began drooling, the saliva dripping down my chin. He was experiencing well-lubricated friction as he pumped into my face. This was no passive blowjob. He was fucking my face. His breathing picked up as did the fervor with which he was attacking my hole.

Then he stopped. He climbed over the top of me and the two of them began fucking while I sat there, immobilized, arms spread and restrained, saliva still drying on my chin and cheeks, still breathing heavily, recuperating from the face fucking, a strange taste in my mouth.

Before long I could hear their pelvises slapping against each other. Their rapid-fire pace culminated in oohs and aahs and wails. Then it slowed ...