Ian’s New Job by Satinslip
Authors note- this story includes non-consensual, rough, and coerced sex. As well as straight and bi-sexual sex.
************ , Authors note- this story includes non-consensual, rough, and coerced sex. As well as straight and bi-sexual sex.
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Wendy moaned as her husband slowly licked around her pussy. She grabbed the sheets in her ecstasy. An orgasm rising excruciatingly slowly in her.
Ian was great at cunnilingus. He practiced often on his wife. Delighting in the way his tongue could give her pleasure.
In high school his second girlfriend had made fun of his small penis. She had actually laughed at him when they had sex the first and only time. After that he always tried to start his lovemaking by going down on his partners. Not that there were many.
He was lucky to have Wendy. Ian was a quiet, unimposing man. Where Wendy was beautiful and outgoing.
They met shortly after college. She saw something in him, a gentleness and love none of her other boyfriends had. They were soon married.
After they both graduated they moved back to her hometown, where he didn’t know anyone but her friends and felt trapped in a job he didn’t like.
When his tongue slid between her netherlips, Wendy’s orgasm began approaching much faster. When he started rubbing her clit it broke.
Ian lapped up his wife’s juices as her thighs trembled and she moaned loudly.
He kissed his way up her body. Past her downy pubic hair. Across her soft tummy to her large breasts. Ian was a breast man and he loved Wendy’s massive E-cup tits. At twenty five they were still full and perky. Wendy loved having them played with, too. She could occasionally have a small orgasm just from playing with her tits.
Wendy put a hand on the back of her husband’s neck as he gently squeezed and kissed her tits. She rubbed her silky thigh against his side. Her wet pussy was ready for its next round of bliss.
Ian grabbed his cock. Fully erect at three inches. He rubbed the tip against his wife’s pussy, especially her clit. Wendy spread her legs for him. A loving invitation for his sexual intimacy. They both groaned in pleasure as he entered her. His small penis didn’t penetrate her far, but it delighted the nerve endings at the opening to her love canal.
Ian didn’t last long. He never did. His little prick drizzled it’s jizz into her as they kiss passionately. Most of it drizzling out as he pulled away.
“Love you.” Wendy said as she stood up and crossed to the bathroom. He watched her go. A beautiful woman. She had a curvy, athletic body. She couldn’t get six pack abs, just a little too soft. But that translated to a sweet round ass and big tits.
Wendy looked at herself in the mirror after a quick wash up. A round friendly face with a cute button nose, and long lustrous brown hair. It was wavy and fell well past her shoulders. Her satisfied reflection smiled back at her.
Then she moved to the bedroom door. Ian lay on his side smiling at her. He was cute, in an effeminate way. Short, only five five to her five seven. She rarely wore heels when they went out.
He wasn’t athletic, but he had a cute round ass. A girly derrière, she sometimes liked to tease him.
She slid onto the bed and they snuggled to sleep.
Mr. Franks was a slave driver. Ian didn’t like his boss. the man only cared about quotas. Not people. Still the young man tried to work hard. They needed the money. If they wanted to keep their nice house.
It was two stories and in a nice neighborhood. A great place to raise a family. Which they would as soon as they were a bit more secure.
Ian worked in ‘The Pen.’ It’s what Mr. Franks called the room where his twenty two direct underlings worked at their desks. Facing the usually closed door to the big man’s office.
‘The Pen’ where all the fucking pigs did their work.
“Morton! Get in here!” Ian heard his boss shout. Others looked up from their desks, glad it wasn’t their names called. “Little fuck.” The big man mumbled. He probably thought it was under his breath, but everyone in The Pen could hear him.
Ian walked to the front of the room. His head lowered in shame and fear. He couldn’t help it. He felt like he was being called to the principals office for a paddling.
“Do…do you want me to shut the door, sir?” He asked when he stepped into his boss’s office.
“Don’t bother.” The big man said as he stood up. He was greying at the temples, but still intimidating as he stepped close to Ian. “We lost the Green account.”
“Lost, Sir?” Ian’s voice was barely a squeak.
“Someone made a mistake. A big goddamn mistake.” The big man straightened Ian’s lapels on his button up shirt. In full view of anyone who wanted to watch. “Do you know who made that mistake? You limp dick, milk sop?”
“N…no. Sir?”
“Why, you did. You little pansy. How the fuck you can go home and fuck your wife as such a pathetic failure is beyond me.”
“S…sir.”
“Shut up, cream-puff!” The man ordered. Ian wasn’t sure why, but he had to shift positions a little as his tiny prick got hard.
“You’re fired.” The big man said.
“B…but, sir?”
“No buts, except your wife’s hot round one, and your little sissy one. No mistakes. Period.” the cruel man taunted.
Ian couldn’t stop the disturbing image of the big boss telling him all this while fucking Wendy from behind. Bent over the drinks table at the holiday party. Her nice red, velvet dress pulled up to her waist as the sweaty man pounded her pale ass from behind. Ian could clearly see himself, naked and kneeling on the floor next to them. His hard little penis getting slowly squeezed in a nutcracker.
in his vision, Mr. Franks would reach up, yanking down the top of Wendy’s dress. Her big tits tumble out as an orgasm overtakes her. Her face a mask of ecstasy as…
“Fuck. You halfwit. Are you even listening?” The big man interrupted the vision. “Get out.”
Ian turned to leave. His cheeks red with humiliation. His eyes glassy, near tears.
“Hey! Fuckwit! Don’t forget to leave your badge.”
Ian tossed the security badge on his…the company’s desk as he stumbled past in a daze.
That night Wendy comforted him on the couch. Holding Ian close as he sobbed.
“What are we going to do?” He moaned.
“We will get through this. As long as we are together.” She assured him.
“But…the house.”
“It will be fine.” She gave him a brave grin. “Feel better?”
“You make everything better. I love you so much.” He gave her a weak grin back.
“How about I comfort you in a way only a woman can?” She gave him a sly smile and pulled off her shirt. White cotton bra covering most of her big breasts.
She led him upstairs. They stripped next to their bed. Then crawled to each other and hugged.
Ian frowned when his little dick stayed soft. How could he fuck his wife? Not even Wendy caressing and tugging at the sad little thing could get it to wake up.
“It’s ok, it’s ok.” She assured him. “We can just cuddle.”
She lay down and pulled his head to her big breasts. Hoping that might get him started.
Instead he was soon snoring softly.
She lightly rubbed herself between her thighs. Hornier than she has been in months. But without any relief. She didn’t want to do anything that might wake him.