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The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy involving
practices that are illegal, immoral, sociallyunacceptable, and
messy. Only mature adults with a firm grasp on realityshould
venture further. This story promotes nothing, and nothing in
this story should be taken seriously. Readersare cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional guidance and a
net. If you are underage, stand, move away from the console,
and unplug the computer. Reading stories like this can make you
go blind. If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it. This will helpyou recognize sinners
when you see them. Good luck, and avoid
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Company Man
By Phil Phantom
Part 1
I stood in thick pile carpet before the largest oak desk I'd
ever seen. Behind the desk sat a man bigger than life: Stewart
Jennings Killinger --Mr. Killinger, CEO of the biggest mining
equipment company in the world, KillingerEquipment.
I was relatively new to the company, still in my twenties, but
on a fast track to top-level management. I rose through the
ranks in record time and was poised for the key promotion that
would set me and my young family for life. Mr. Killinger
ignored me for several minutes while carrying on a phone
conversation with his chair swiveled to present the leather back
fringed with brass studs. When he suddenly spun around and
slammed down the phone, I jumped.
Mr. Killinger eyed me like a plantation overseer might look at
a new slave. I felt like a slave, anyway. Once you move into a
salaried position with thecompany, they work you seven days a
week, sometimes eighty, ninety hours. Mr. Killinger pays his
slaves well. Behind his back, we respectfully call him massah
Stewart. I was nervous being scrutinized by the massah. He
said, "Relax... Groves, isn't it?"
"Bill Groves, sir, yes sir," I said.
"I've heard good things about you, Groves, damn good things.
I've been keeping my eye on you, son. We have a division that
might get your name on it." My eyes opened wide. "Hold on,
now. Don't go getting a hardon. I said might. Nobody gets one
of my divisions until I know he is a 100% company man."
Mr. Killinger rose and walked around thedesk, saying, "Some
men give lip service to the term, company man, Groves. I'm not
one of them. When I say company man, I mean COMPANY man. The
company comes first." The burly, distinguished older man beganpacing back and
forth on my side of the desk. "When I say
first, there is no second. The company is the be all and end
all of his existence. His role in the company defines who he is
and what kind of man he is." He stopped andcast me a sidelong
stare. "Are you a company man, Bill Groves?"
"Oh, yes sir. I eat, sleep, drink... I live Killinger
Equipment. Killinger is my life, sir."
"We'll see, Groves. We'll see. If you're telling me the truth,
you'll get a division. Maybe not right away, maybe not this
year, but you will one day. IfI determine that you lied, I'll
fire you on the spot. Now, I'm going to ask you again. Are you
a company man?"
I broke out in a sweat. My tie suddenly felt like a hangman's
noose. When my secretary told me that Mr. Killinger wanted to
see me, the idea that I might get fired on the spot never
entered my mind. I said, "Sir, I AM a company man."
"You're married."
"Yes sir. Eight years now. To a wonderful woman."
"Cynthia, right?""Why, yes sir."
"And she bore you three kids -- twin boys and a baby girl.""Yes, that's right. The
girl isn't exactly a baby. She's four.
The boys are seven."
"Are they your's? All of them?"
"Of course."
"Cynthia is a very attractive and sexy woman."
"I think so. I'm sure most men would think so."
"I hear she looks like that brunette on the TV show, Charlie's
Angels. What's 'er name?"
"Jackie Smith. Yes, she hears that quite a bit. I think she's
a dead ringer myself. If she were three inches taller and her
waistline were three inches bigger, she could be her double."
"She must havea figure like an hour glass."
"She does, and she likes wearing dresses that accentuate that
hour glass look. You know, skin tight around the middle."
"She sounds like one hot number, but you don't think Cynthia
finds any manbut you attractive or sexy enough to takebetween
her legs. Is that what you're telling me?"
This took the windout of my sails. I said, "I... uh, sir, it's
not that. Cynthia is a faithful and true blue woman. Maybe you
should meet her."
"Carl met her, and we disagree with you."
"Sir, I don't understand. When did Mr. Roberts meet Cynthia,
and why would you think sheisn't faithful?"
"Groves, I'll ask the questions. You answer them unless youwant to walk out of
here right now and forget we had this whole
conversation."
I was in no way inclined to leave at that point. I said,"No,
I'll answer."
"I'm going to get personal, very personal. Are you sure you
want to stay?"
"I have nothing to hide, and neither does Cynthia."
"When was the last time you fucked her?"
"What?"
"Was there a word you didn't understand?"
"No... I, uh..."
"Then answer the question."
"I think a week ago."
"How many times in the last month?"
"Four, maybe three. I'm not sure."
"What's a monthly average in the past year?"
"I don't know, maybe three.""Maybe one?"
"Some months, maybe. The average has to be at least two. Mr.Killinger, why..."
"I ask the questions. Now, you're married to this gorgeous
woman with a body that should be painted on a B-29 bomber, and
you think she's satisfied with two pokes a month. You don't
think she needs more than that, or that her needs aren't being
met by someone else. That's what you're telling me, right?"
"Well, yes."
"Again, I think you're wrong. I think what you're getting are
mercy fucks. I think she tosses you scraps from the table, and
someone else is sitting in your seat, eating his fill. You'dfuck her every night
of the week if she'd let you, wouldn't you?"
"I suppose I would, but Cynthia's never been that interested in
sex. She's just not that way, Mr. Killinger. Look, if you know
something I don't..."
"I know a lot of things you don't, young man. Tell me
something. How's her pussy? Is she stilltight?"
"She's had three kids."
"Is she as tight as she was last year?"
"I... probably not, but..."
"Show me your dick, Groves."
I turned bright red and stammered, "Sir, I..."
"Pull your cock out, Groves. I'm not going to suck it. I just
want to look at it."
I unzipped my fly and fished out a pathetic member trying to
hide in my pubic hair. Stewart looked at diminutive organ and
shook his head. "Put that thing away, Groves." I hurriedly did
so. "Now, are you going to try and tell me that your cock
stretched her pussy."
"I don't know."
"A moment ago you were absolutely sure that your cock was the
only cock Cynthia is spreading her legs for. Now, you're not
sure. I've seen a picture of your wife, Groves, and I know that
woman is fucking her ass off, and if she isn't, she should be.
If she's getting cock like yours, twice a month, and that'sall
she's getting, I'll eat this fucking telephone. If I have to
eat this telephone, I'm going to be very upset with you because
that's just a waste of good pussy. If you can't provide yourwife with a good cock,
you should see she gets one."
"I don't know what to say, Mr. Killinger."
"I've been asking around, Groves, nobody at Killinger is getting
any pussy off of Cynthia. Wipe that smug grin off your face,
Groves. That just means some outsider is fucking one of our
women. I can overlook the lower ranks letting their wives stray
from Killinger cock stock, but for a man moving up like you
appear to be doing, that won't do. No sir, that won't do at
all."
My head was spinning. Killinger cock stock? Our women? I'd
heard rumors about Mr. Killinger. I heard he could be bizarre,
pushy, demanding, and ruthless, but this was too much. He
thought of my Cynthia as one of "our women." Still, theman
held my future in his hands. I was speechless, but grew numb
when Mr. Killinger took out his cock and told me to feel it. I
stared at the most impressive cock I'd ever seen resting like a
slab of meat in Mr. Killinger's hand. Through a fog, I heardhim repeat, "Take it.
Feel this cock Groves. This is a real
cock, a Killinger cock."
I reached out and picked up the penis like a lump of toxic
waste, pinching the middle between my thumb and forefinger. Mr.
Killinger took my hand and placed my fingers around the shaft.
With his hand on mine, he began stroking. I could feel theblood rushing in to fill
the organ, and could feel it swell and
grow. Within seconds, I held Mr. Killinger by his erect cock, a
cock at least a foot long and as thick as my daughter's forearm.
I could feel Mr. Killinger's heart beating through his cock,
and though I felt ridiculous holding a man's penis, slowly
stroking my employer's huge cock from the root to the tip, even
after Mr. Killinger let go, I was not inclined to let loose
unless told to do so. Despite feeling ridiculous, I wanted to
continue holding, stroking, and fondling Mr. Killinger's cock.
My own cock stirred with the excitement I felt rushing through
me.
Without conscious awareness, I was jacking Mr. Killinger off,
right there in his office. We stood facing each other with Mr.
Killinger's throbbing organ bridging the one-foot separation.
The head of his dick rubbed against my belt buckle and made the
belt, the buckle, and part of my pants shine with his precum.
He said, "This is the kind of cock your wife's pussy craves,
Groves. She probably found herself two or three cocks that will
do, but she won't find cocks like these on the street."
I could not argue. Still, as beautiful and sexyas Cynthia is,
and as much as she likes dressing in sexy and revealing clothes,she just does not
have the sexual drive or desire that usually
goes with a bodylike hers. She could take sex or leave it.Mr. Killinger was right,
though, she gives me mercy fucks, but
once a month was more the average. Between fucksshe'd pacify
me with a hand job, and even for those she wears a latex rubber
glove so the "messy stuff" won't get on her skin. I fuck my
wife wearing a rubber. I couldn't help but wonder how Cynthia
would respond to a cock like the one I was jacking off without a
glove.
Mr. Killinger pushed down on my shoulders, saying, "Go get a
better look at it, Groves. Get a good look at a real cock." Myknees offered no
resistance. I sank lower and lower watching
that monster cock rise higher toward my face. When my knees hit
the carpet, the head of Mr. Killinger's dick was at my lips. He
said, "I'll bet you can't even get your mouth over the head,
Groves. See if you can?"
My mouth opened of it's own accord as Mr. Killinger took controlof his own cock.
He pressed forward and the soft rubbery head
forced its way inside my mouth, filling my mouth. Mr. Killinger
began pumping his cock the way he preferred, saying, "You've got
a big mouth, Groves. Imaginehow my cock would feel to
Cynthia'spussy. She can take it all, clear to theballs. I
guarantee it. If she does, she'll never stray from Killinger
cock again. There isn't a man in my executive suites that
doesn't have a wife devoted solely to Killinger cock. Cynthia
would drool over Raul, cream over Eugene, and she'll cum in her
knickerswhen she sees Rambo Sambo. I hired them because they
had big cocks -bigger than mine if you can believe that. I've
got one drawing six figures thatisn't worth tits on a Marine,
but Raul can turn any lady into a whore after one fuck."
I found myself sucking onhis cock and trying to get more in my
mouth. I never made that conscious decision; I just did. Mr.
Killinger paused in his lecture to say, "I just want you to
know, I won't let just any man suck my dick. I don't let
outsiders, and I don't go for queers, but if I know the man is
straight, and he's willing to let me cum in his mouth, and he'll
swallow my load like a true cock-sucker, I won't think less of
him. We'll just keep this between us, Groves."
I said, "Uhmm, ughn, omh, yemmm summm." You get the picture.
He said, "If you're going to do this, do it right. Get my balls
out and massage them in one hand, and pump my cock with theother like I'm doing.
That's it, Groves. That's how you suck a
big dick, but get more suction going. You need to keep a
partial vacuum in there. If youdon't, when I blow my nuts, the
shit'sgoing to go everywhere. I don't want to soil my slacks,
so be prepared to get all of my wad, Groves."
Mr. Killinger's balls were huge. They filled my hand, and I
must say, pumpingthat cock while sucking sure felt good.Having never had a dick in
my mouth before, I wasn't sure I'd
like it. Part of my passion was derived from the shear size and
power his cock represented. A powerful cock on a powerful man
is a heady combination. I couldn't help but wonder how Cynthia
would respond to Mr. Killinger's cock, or to one even larger,
one that can turn any lady into a whore after one fuck. The
idea wouldn't go away, partly because Mr. Killinger wouldn't let
the idea go away.
He went on, "Where was I? Oh, you see, Groves, I can't have
women who sleep with my key people sharing intimate knowledge of
our corporate plans and projects, sleeping with outsiders and
letting things out. For that reason, no one advances to this
level unless he is willing to carry his naked wife into this
office and sether on my desk for a Killinger cock fucking.
They all did it, and if you are a company man, you'll do it too.
They strip their wives in the lobby beforeevery swinging dick,
every secretary, and the fucking janitors, then haul theirnaked
bitches in here for a screwing. When I'm done, they carry them
out with their cunts gaping wide and leaking cum -- Killinger
cum."
"I'll tell you something else, Groves. It don't stop there.
Those wives either meet Raul, Eugene, or Rambo Sambo beforeor
after seeing me. They all get screwed by them. When they get
anitch in their twats, all they have to do ispick up the
phone, or put on a knock-me-down-and-fuck-me outfit and trot
their horny little twats down to the executive office building.
Their husbands do a great deal of traveling and are away more
than home. If I didn't keep this place well-stocked with cock,
well, you see the trouble we'd have. Some of those wives spend
more time in the executive office building than their husbands
do. If you get an office here,you'll be seeing a lot of
Cynthia. I guarantee it. Slow down, cowboy. Don't be in such
a hurry. You're suckingme like a starving queer.
"I see that notion turns you on. You may not like what you see
if you've never seen her strut her stuff in public. You might
see her in a mini skirt with no panties and cum running down her
legs to her high heels, parading that shit around, proud as a
god damn peacock. They do that, Groves. I don't know what it
is,but when a woman gets a real fucking, she feels like showing
her beaver. There's some that will walk these halls buck assed
naked with a fresh-fucked pussy. We allow that here. I see
that turns you on, too."
The image did, but I knew Cynthia never would strut naked with a
fresh-fucked pussy. Still, the fantasy was erotic and added to
my arousal. I couldn't help sucking harder.
He went on, "There's one other thing you need to know, Groves.
Killinger women do not use birth control. If they get knocked
up by a Killinger man, they'll be even more dedicated to the
company. Women are like that; they'll remain with an abusive
man, just because he fathered her kids. With a Killinger stud,
they'll never stray once they deliver a Killinger baby. Between
me, Raul, Eugene, and Rambo, we've fathered half ofall kids
born to executive couples -- thirty-two by last count. The
ratiowould be ninety/ten if every couple came here without kids
to start with. If you get onboard, you will have a much bigger
family. My toppeople have big families. They're all company
men. Are you a company man, Groves?"
"Yemmmmm, Simmmm."
If they could do it, so could I, though I didn't have the
foggiest idea how I'd manage. Cynthia can be as stubborn as a
mule when she's pulled or pushed. She'd have to want to be
stripped and carried to a fucking before that would ever go
down, and selling heron the idea of a bigger family would bea
very big sale, but I wanted desperately to be a company man, and
I sucked the head of the company's head cock to prove it.
I suddenly got a mouthfulof sperm. That was a weird feeling
sucking hot sperm from a shooting cock, then swallowing. I
never knew a mancould deposit so much sperm in one ejaculation.
I cum by the tablespoon;he came by the cup. I thought his
sperm would never stop squirting in my mouth. I sucked and
swallowed,sucked and drank. After the squirts ended, I nursed
his deflating memberwhile he milked the shaft. Finally, he
pulled out and zipped up. I stood, wiped my mouth, and waited
as he retrieved something from his desk.
They were photographs that he slid across the desk toward me. I
spread them out. All were handsome naked men with athletic
bodies sporting huge erections, bigger than Mr. Killinger's. In
addition, all were black men. One looked half black and half
Latino or Indian, but they weren't white, and the children they
sired certainly wouldn't look white.
Mr. Killingersaid, "Those are my Killinger studs, Groves." He
tapped the picture of the half-breed and said, "That's Raul.
Don't ask me what border he jumped. He doesn't even know, but
the ladies love him. If you need help with Cynthia, get with
Raul. If he isn't fucking her within two hours of meeting her,
I'll hand you a thousand dollars cash. If he fucks her, and she
refuses to see him again, I'll give you two thousand. If she
fucks all three and won't let you publicly strip her and carryher up here for a
screwing, I'll hand you a check for ten grand
and still give you the promotion."
"Mr. Killinger,you don't know Cynthia. I don't care how good
this guy is, she just is not into sex, and she is not impressed
by penis size. She is constantly telling methat the size means
nothing to her, and that she prefers one that is comfortable."
"And you bought that bullshit? Groves, you have a tiny dick.
Women who marry a man with a tiny dick all say that. It ain't
the pen, it'sthe penmanship. It ain't the sword, it's the
swordsmanship. Bullshit! I'm not going to waste time trying to
convince you. You'll convince soon enough. What I'm going to
do is put some incentive behind you. You want this promotion,
right?"
"Yes sir."
"Here's the deal. You have thirty days to set Cynthia on my
desk, naked, ready to fuck, and willing to bear more kids -- not
your kids, Killinger kids, and most likely from one of my studs.
They breed most of the kids, Rambo Sambo especially. He has
thisthing wired. When those bitches are ovulating, Rambo Sambo
knows it, anddoes the job. As you can see, he's blacker than
ink, and so are his offspring."
"Mr. Killinger, Cynthia's family comes from the deep south.
Cynthia doesn't have a prejudiced bone in her body, but if she
gave birth to a black baby, she'd be ostracized. Her family
means a great deal to her, and they all live around here. That
fact alone will nix this deal."
"Groves, again, you don't know Cynthia as well as you think.
She probably masturbates to the idea of getting raped by a big
black, getting pregnant by him, then delivering a black baby.
They cum thinking about the scandal, those southern belles
especially. Rambo is so successful because he gets inside
information on ovulation times. Where do you suppose he's
getting that inside information, from the husbands? Cynthia
would love to hand you a jet black baby, and she's willing todeal with her outraged
family in order to have that pleasure.
You don't know shit about women, Groves. Then again, you can't
learn if you're born with a tiny white dick."
"I can appreciate that there's a lot I don't know aboutwomen,
but I know Cynthia like my own sister, better. We've dated
steadily since junior high, and we were virgins when we married.
We haveboth remained faithful, so she knows what I know, and I
know what she knows. I know exactly how she'll react to Raul's
advances, and to the idea of bearing another man's child of any
color. I might win the thousand dollarbet, but will that mean
this is as faras I go up the ladder?"
"Groves, I said I was going to give you incentive. If you fail
to move up by either method, either by getting her to screw all
three and refusing the rest, or by carrying her in here fully
ready to cooperate. If you fail, I'm jerking the ladder out
from under you. I'll let you go. I'd hate to lose a good man,
and a good heterosexual cocksucker, but I think you need the
incentive in order to succeed. I don't think you like the ideaof your wife
screwing these men or bearing their black bastards.
A company man would put those concerns behind him for the
welfare of the company. I told you before we began that you'd
either leave a company man or unemployed. You wanted toproceed. Well, there's
your incentive. Handle this any way you
want, but you have thirty days to set Cynthia's naked ass on my
desk, or clearyours. We have nothing further to discuss. My
secretary can put you in touch with Raul. Good luck."
* * *
Part 2
I took Raul's phone number from the grinning secretary, and
passeda shamelessly dressed woman on the way out. A pregnant
woman should not wear a see-through dress without under
garments, I don't care how good she looks. Cynthia would have
given her a piece of her mind.
For the remainder of the day, I thought about my task. My task
was nothing short of turning my wife into a whore for thecompany, but I'd have to
make itseem like it was her own idea.
I had one thing going for me, Cynthia lovedthe company and my
future in it. She loved the house, the neighborhood, theschools, and the fact that
her family lived nearby was a major
plus for her. If I lost my job, we'd have to start over, sell
the house, and move. I had marketable job skills in one limited
field and my only hope of securing work, meaningful work, would
require a move to Yuma, Arizona or moving overseas.
I thought about dumping everything in Cynthia's lap and letting
her come up with an idea, letting her make thetough decisions.
She wanted me to move up as badly, if not more, than I did. I
could picture her saying, "Well, if we have no other options, if
there is no other way, we must do what we must do." I could
also picture her ranting and raving, threateninglaw suits and
police action, going to the media, and wanting to confront Mr.
Killinger in his office. I decided thedirect approach was too
risky. Near day's end, I called Raul.
Raul talked more sophisticated than he looked. He was an
educated man, and by hisclaim, a great dancer. All I had to do
was arrange a date to go dancing. He'd pick us up and take us
to his club. I'm sure he meant his club as in his favorite. He
also told me to make certain she wore a dress, the shorter the
better, and no pantie hose. That was it, just set the date for
Friday, and he'd handle the rest. He did say it wouldn't hurt
if she were under the impression that he would be my future
boss, and that his report would influence company decisions
regarding my career advancement.
I decided to play that up as much as I could, but he acted as
though it weren't necessary or all that important. I'll say one
thing for him, he was very sure of himself and cocky. Talking
to a man who was absolutely certain he could seduce my wife was
strange. Working with him towardthat goal was stranger still.
By the time I arrived home, I was horny as hell. Cynthia never
looked sexier, though she had no makeup on, and wore old jeans
and a sweat shirt while she putthe finishing touches on dinner.
I couldn't resist. I came up behind herand pressed close,
nuzzled her neck with little kisses. I then reached around to
cup her large breasts in my hands.
Cynthia shook free, then turnedto scold me with a
sauce-dripping ladle, "Bill, for crying out loud. There are
kids running around that could march in here and see you doing
that. You know I hate that behavior in private, much less out
where the kids might see."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you look too damn sexy to resist."
Shestrode past me with a pot of beans and said, "I do not look
sexy. What haveyou been doing? Oh, honestly, Bill, you have
an erection. Go take a cold shower or something. Go, before
the kids see it."
This was par for the course. Public erections were a big sin inour house. The
boys get them all the time, but we ignore their
boners. I took a shower.
After dinner, after the kids left, I said, "Honey, I'm being
considered for advancement and a move to the executive office
building."
"Bill, no? Really? Oh, Bill! This is fantastic. I'm so proud
of you."
"Not so fast. They're just thinking about it. There's this one
guy, Raul Serantini, that seems to hold the key. I managed to
get in to see him today, you know, to buddy-up."
"Brown nose, you mean. You wooed him didn't you? He loved you,
I know he did."
"Not exactly. He seemed more interested in you than me."
"Me? Why me?"
"He saw you somewhere."
"I don't recall meeting any Raul. I'd remember a name like
Raul."
"He didn't meet you, he saw you? Evidently, he liked what he
saw."
"He did, huh? What did he say?"
"Oh, he just went on and on about how you look exactly like
Jackie Smith. He wanted to know all about you. He obviously
has a thing for Jackie Smith."
"Well, that can't hurt us. So, what did he want to know about
me?"
"Personal stuff, Cynthia,very personal if you ask me."
Cynthiasmiled and sat up, leaning forward on her elbows,
saying, "Yeah, like howpersonal?"
Frankly, I was surprised by this reaction. She seemed to want
something juicy. I was winging it anyway, so I said, "He wanted
to know your likes and dislikes, hobbies, interests, that sort
of thing, butwhat floored me was when he started prying into
our sex life."
"Oh,he did, did he? What exactly did he want to know?"
"You know, how oftenyou want it. Your favorite position. What
you like best -- vaginal, anal, or oral."
"Good, god, Bill. You didn't tell him the truth, did you?"
"Well, yes. I had to say something."
"Oh, Bill. Can't you see? He wanted stuff for fantasy. He
wants to fantasize me as he thinks Jackie Smith is. You blew
it."
"What should I have said?"
"You should have fed his fantasy. You know what men think about
her. She does everything and always wants todo it. All you
did was put distance between me and her when you should have
strengthened that connection."
"By lying about you?"
"He'dnever know the truth. It's none of hisdamn business
anyway."
"Well, to be honest with you, I did lie a little.""Oh, what did you tell him?"
"Well, I told him you love oral sex."
"That's good, Bill. What else?"
"I said you adore the feel of semen on your body."
"You men. I don't think any woman adores something slimy and
sticky on their body. That's good, though. I'll bet he liked
that. What else?"
"He asked if you like goingout in short dresses without
pantyhose. I picked up that he liked that idea, so I said you
never wear pantyhose, and sometimes, you don't wear panties. I
told him you like the feeling of being totally naked under a
short dress."
"I do have that fantasy. Howdid he react when you told him
that?"
"Honey, he went nuts. He got the biggest erection I ever saw.
Raul has a reputation as a lady's man, and he has a huge
endowment. I ne
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