“CAUGHT BY HER” by Tcs1963

A literotic sexstories: “CAUGHT BY HER” by Tcs1963 ,

Trading his sexuality for services rendered and enjoying it.

Copyright 2019 by tcs1963

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This story contains aspects of Bisexuality, Homosexuality, Female and Male Domination, and Force or Coercion. Please have an open mind.

CAUGHT BY HER

By tcs1963

Chapter 1 “The Beginning”

Tom roughly grabbed the back of my head, holding my face tight against his groin. As he slid further into my throat, causing me to gag some. My tongue rapidly caressing the underside of his rigid cock.

“Oh, fuck. I’m going to cum,” he moaned.

His verbal cue was hardly necessary because I could feel his pulsing shaft with my tongue as he unloaded his overfilled balls. His warm, salty fluid filled the back of my throat, with just a few drops spilling down from the corners of my mouth.

I held his cock as deep in my throat as I could take it without gagging. Gently sucking the head and teasing the underside with my tongue. Trying to swallow his seed quickly, as both an act of self-preservation and to give him some final stimulation as his orgasm induced trembling waned.

Tom slid his now deflating erection from my mouth, and I sat back on my heels. Kneeling at his feet in an act of submission to him. Allowing him some room to get up from his office couch. As he pulled his pants on, he glanced over his shoulder to where I was still kneeling on the floor.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he whispered. “She knows.”

If I hadn’t been on my knees already, I would have collapsed onto the floor.

“Who? What does she know?” I asked, assuming that I knew the answer.

“Jessie my wife, She knows you’ve been sucking my cock in exchange for my legal fee’s,” he said.

My head was spinning. My entire life was crashing down around me. If it got around our small town that I was sucking another man’s cock for legal payments, it would ruin what little business I had left. Furthermore, it would mean all of the legal work Tom had been doing to help me regain access to my children would be wasted.

“Oh, fuck,” I said. “How did she find out? Is she mad? Is she going to tell anyone? … Shit. I am screwed. You are screwed. I’ll never live this down…”

“That’s enough,” Tom said adamantly. “Settle down.” Of course, she was mad. Furious, in fact, and she wants to see you. Tomorrow night at our house.”

“Me? What the fuck does she want to see me for?” I asked.

Tom explained that, a few days earlier, Jessie had accused him of having an affair. She had assumed he was fucking little Becky, his 18-year-old secretary. When he came home she had peppered him with invasive questions.

After they argued, she threatened to leave him, and tell everyone in town. Including the mayor, who just happens to be Becky’s over-protective father. Tom told me that he came clean.

Defeated, I had come to Tom almost a year ago after my ex-wife moved our children 200 miles away and started refusing to let them visit me. We had gotten a quick, and quiet divorce 10 months prior. After the day she had caught me stroking my cock to some Internet porn.

I took the visitation and support schedule she demanded, even though it was far less time with my kids and far more money for her than was necessary. All this, of course, was on the advice of my attorney, a kid fresh out of law school who’s fee was on par with his experience.

As soon as the divorce was final, she announced she was moving, and that it would be best if I didn’t see our kids anymore.

Desperate to have some involvement with my children, I went to see Tom, a close friend and the best all around lawyer in our town. After reading my divorce papers, he asked why I had hired such an inexperienced attorney and agreed to such a bad deal.

That young lawyer was all I could afford, I explained. I’m the owner and editor of our town’s small, weekly newspaper. I was barely generating enough revenue to keep the paper afloat which has been a struggle for several years, since the internet.

“Actually, I don’t know how I’ll be able to afford you,” I told Tom. “But I’m desperate and you are the best attorney in the county.”

Tom agreed to take my case and started asking questions about the circumstances that led to our break up. He asked me to start at the beginning so he could get the full picture.

So I told him in depth about, how after years of marriage our sex life had taken a turn for the worse. Work and life had taken its toll on the frequency of our sexual encounters. I started out just visiting some internet porn sites to stroke my cock and take the edge off.

While many women would be mad to catch their husbands watching Internet porn, he’d never seen it lead to a divorce.

“She didn’t like what I was watching,” I said.

The expression on Tom’s face completely changed. “Was it child porn?” he asked. “I don’t think I can represent you if it was.”

I assured him it was not, but I hesitated to reveal what it was. To properly represent me, Tom said he had to know exactly what my soon-to-be ex-wife actually saw. That was something my previous lawyer hadn’t asked.

“It was sex between two men,” I stammered in humiliation.

“I see,” Tom said as he tried to keep any reaction from showing on his face. “Are you gay?”

“I guess I’m more bisexual,” I said. “I’ve had a few encounters with guys when I was in high school and college, but none since I got married.”

Tom went on to say, “I understand, Like a lot of married men, you had turned to Internet porn when the sex in your married life had dried up”.

While the straight stuff seemed to work for a time, I found myself drawn more and more to deviant sexual behavior. Then eventually to watching two men suck and fuck.

Tom asked me a few more questions about my case, and then he broached the subject I knew was eventually coming to his payment.

As one of the best all-around attorneys in town, Tom demanded a higher rate per hour than anyone else, $300 an hour.

At best, I could afford about 3 hours of his time. He would use more than that just researching my case, of that I was sure. I told him as much and thanked him for his time. Then I left.

A few days later, Tom called and asked me to come by his office. This made me very curious. I thought we had determined that I was just not able to afford his services.

When I entered the front door, young Becky gave a very knowing smile brightly at me, and then sent me back to Tom’s office.

“Shut the door behind you, and sit down,” Tom said, in a very authoritative tone.

He was sitting at his desk looking very omnipotent and pointed to a chair opposite his.

“I’ve been thinking about your case, and I want to help,” he said. “What your ex is doing to you just isn’t right.”

I started to explain that, while I appreciated his sympathy, I couldn’t afford him.

“Maybe we can work out a deal,” he said.

I suggested trading a full-page ad in each week’s newspaper, but Tom shook his head. That wasn’t the deal he had in mind.

Tom began by telling me that all marriages aren’t perfect, even his own. He said that while he and Jessie still loved each other and had sex fairly regularly, she had lost her enthusiasm also.

While she had never enthusiastically offered oral sex, it was a birthday and anniversary “treat”. And even that had stopped in recent years. That’s when a lightbulb lit atop my head. Tom was offering me a more intimate deal.

After our previous meeting, Tom said he couldn’t stop thinking about my case and my sexual proclivities. It was then I realized what he was suggesting. Tom would help with my legal problems for some of my untapped oral talents.

“How will this work?” I asked as I felt my erection begin to rise in my pants. “When do we start?”

“I’ll call you when I need you,” he said. “No one will disturb us here.” He stood and walked to the leather couch on the far wall of his office.

I proceeded to lock the office door and then walked toward him. He had removed his pants and underwear and sat down bare-assed on his leather couch.

I knelt down between his legs, feeling anxious with my heart pounding erratically in my chest. As nervous as I felt, I could still feel my mouth beginning to water.

His erect cock appeared slightly larger and thicker than I imagined, but I didn’t think it would make sucking him off any more difficult. He pointed to the trash can by the couch.

“You can spit here if you want,” he said looking a little disappointed.

I didn’t bother mentioning to him that it wouldn’t be necessary. That I would be more than willing to swallow his semen.

I leaned in taking his flaccid cock into my mouth. Enjoying the sensation of having a warm smooth cock make my mouth feel full for the first time in years.

I began by massaging the underside of his dick with my tongue and massaging his balls with my hands. He quickly grew more erect as my mouth did its job. Tom quietly moaned his approval.

As I devoured his cock with my moist mouth, I made sure to keep eye contact like the ladies in the pornographic videos. Hoping to show my submission to his very masculine persona.

Tom leaned his head back and closed his eyes, apparently lost in his sexual fantasies. I wondered if it made it easier to pretend he wasn’t letting another man suck his dick.

Worried that we were taking too long, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and stroked him in rhythm as I teased his cockhead with my tongue and mouth.

It didn’t take long before I felt Tom’s body stiffen, his balls pulled taut to his body, and his trembling started. I felt his abdomen go rigid and his hips bucked.

“Fuck. I’m going to cum,” he moaned, and I felt his warm creamy load fill my mouth.

I gulped down as quickly as I could but found it hard to keep up with volley after volley of his warm discharge.

I released his dick from my mouth when I thought he had finished. Sucking and licking the crown in an attempt to clean up his mess.

Suddenly, one final shot erupted across my lips and cheek. Tom looked into my eyes as I savored his last bit of semen. He handed me his handkerchief to wipe my face. Then he got dressed and bid me goodbye.

Two minutes later, I was triumphantly walking back toward my office. Hoping no one could imagine what I’d just done. If they’d looked closely, they might have noticed the slight bulge in my pants.

As soon as I reached my office, I quickly locked the door and dropped my pants and stroked myself to an intense orgasm. Trying to relive the last half-hour in my mind.

Since then, Tom had called me once or twice a week, and asked me to meet to discuss my “case.” I knew whenever he called it was my job to make a payment by draining his balls.

It was always the same, I’d close and lock the door, we’d exchange pleasantries and I’d kneel down and suck him off. He never offered to touch me in any way. In fact, I never even took off a single stitch of clothing.

As he was putting his pants back on, Tom would update me on the status of my case as it traveled through the courts. It was a perfect arrangement between us.

And now it was all over, at least that’s what we thought. His announcement that Jessie, his wife knew of our arrangement and the secret liaisons, I only hoped I could keep his wife from ruining me and my chances of ever seeing my kids again.

=======The Next Day=======

At just past 7 p.m., I lightly knocked on the door at Tom and Jessie’s house. Fully prepared to beg her forgiveness and to ask her not to tell anyone about my arrangement with her husband.

Tom answered the door and led me to the den, in the back of his house. He offered me a drink, trying to relax my nervousness. I asked for a bourbon on the rocks and gulped a large swallow, hoping it would help to calm my racing heart.

Tom sat across from me on the large black leather couch and then motioned for me to sit directly across from him on the matching loveseat.

Just as I got seated is when Jessie walked in. I was to humiliated and couldn’t meet her eye to eye. But that didn’t keep me from admiring her sexy body as she stood at the bar pouring herself a drink.

She was stunning. A short white tennis dress accented her curves majestically and from the looks of her makeup and hair, I doubted she had just come in from the courts.

She turned and caught me staring at her. I saw a flash in her eyes that I assumed was anger. But when she spoke, it was as if she was calmly chatting over a post-dinner drink.

“So you’ve been sucking my husband’s cock?” she asked. “Are you a sissy faggot?”

I stammered and was taken aback by her comment. As I was trying to explain myself and concurrently making myself look like quite a fool. She held up her hand, to stop me.

“Tom has told me the story,” she said. “But I’d like to hear it from the whore’s mouth, so to speak.” Then I noticed an evil smile.

I timidly recounted the tale for her, leaving nothing out. I told her about my failing marriage. How my wife had caught me masturbating to gay porn and how she’d taken my children from me after our divorce.

When I got to the point in my story where her husband Tom, had suggested I pay his fee’s in trade, she shot him a dirty look. I’m guessing he had told her that our arrangement had been all my idea.

When I finished my explanation, she asked, “Do you like it? Sucking him, I mean.”

“I do like it,” I said. “Giving someone so much pleasure with my mouth has always been one of my favorite things. Even when I was married, I probably gave my wife oral sex far more than we made love.”

“What do you like about it?” she asked.

“I love the control they have over me, and the way he feels against my tongue, I love the way he tastes,” I said. “And I love the way his cock swells when he is close.”

Jessie made a funny face. “I don’t care for any of that,” she said. “Did you let him cum in your mouth?”

“Of course I do,” I replied. “That’s the best part.”

“Do you swallow?” she asked.

I nodded yes. She made another funny face. I realized then, that must have been the reason Tom had offered me a trash can to spit in the first time I sucked his dick.

“I’ve never swallowed cum,” she said. “The few times I’ve let him come in my mouth, I had to spit it out before I threw up.”

I told her that I enjoyed the taste and texture and that swallowing Tom’s load felt like my reward for a job well done.

Jessie stood up from where she had been sitting beside her husband and refilled her drink. She said that when she first suspected Tom of cheating on her, she was furious. She expected he would leave her for a younger woman.

Learning that he had been letting another man suck him off was hardly welcome news, she said. But after Tom explained it, assuring her he would never leave her and that he would end our arrangement, she began to come around and eventually became quite curious.

At least part of this was her fault, she said. Not caring for her husband’s needs had led him to seek other remedies.

I didn’t tell her that Tom had only told me what was going on after I’d sucked him off the day before. Then she dropped a bombshell.

“I want to watch,” she said.

I sat there dumbfounded, unable to speak.

“Look at him,” she said of her husband. “He’s had a hard-on since you started telling me about sucking his cock. He actually has a wet spot on his slacks. So go ahead boy, I want to watch you suck my husband’s cock.”

I looked at Tom and he shrugged his shoulders slightly. He stood up, kicked off his shoes and removed his pants and boxers. His cock was semi-erect and precum was bubbling from his slit.

Nervous as I was, I decided to put on a show for Tom and Jessie. I wanted her to see him get the best blowjob he’d ever gotten.

I slid off the couch and onto my knees in front of him. After licking the precum from the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue, I opened wide and slid the length of his shaft along my tongue and into the back of my throat.

Only when my nose was pushed against his pubic hair did I close my lips around the base of his dick.

Tom let out a moan. I pulled back until only the head of his dick was in my mouth. I sucked and tongued the head for a moment before sliding my mouth down the entire shaft again.

I worked his dick with my mouth and tongue with a slow but deliberate pace.

Between the moans and the taste of his leaking precum in the back of my throat, I knew Tom wouldn’t last very long.

I sucked harder and picked up the pace, but it wasn’t enough for Tom. He grabbed the back of my head and began to forcefully facefuck my mouth.

With a grunt, he pushed as deep into my mouth as he could and pumped his load into my throat.

Slightly surprised I swallowed as quickly as I could, with very little of his sperm leaking out. I continued to hold his dick in my mouth until he began to soften.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Jessie said. “You are quite an accomplished cocksucker, boy.”

In my zeal to give Tom the best blowjob, I had overlooked her pet name for me, and literally forgotten that she was in the room.

She was sitting at the opposite end of the couch from Tom and I, looking quite aroused. Her dress had worked its way up over her hips and she was rubbing her pussy through a pair of black lace g-string panties.

“He got to use your mouth,” she said. “I believe it’s my turn.”

Jessie pulled her dress off over her head and scooted to the edge of the couch. Without looking to her husband for approval, I slid over and pulled her panties to the side.

She had shaved her pubic region into a thin, wispy landing strip that pointed to her engorged clit. I put the tip of my tongue on her pubic hair and ran the tip across her clit, between her labia and dipped slightly into her hole before starting back up. Jessie shuddered with pleasure and spread her legs wider.

After teasing her with light tongue strokes to the clit, I slid down between her lips again. I intended to stop at the bottom of her pussy, but I misjudged where I was. My tongue slid past her perineum and brushed against her right little rosebud.

Jessie gasped and moaned, which I took to be a sign to continue. I kept thinking that maybe Tom has never stimulated her anus.

I kept up the circuit between her clit and her asshole for a few minutes before I felt her start to pull away.

“I need some dick,” she said.

Tom, who had been recovering from my cocksucking display a few minutes earlier, was stroking himself back to stiffness beside us on the couch.

Jessie climbed atop him in reverse cowgirl position and sank down on Tom’s erection. She leaned back against him as she began to slowly rock back and forth, I leaned in between their legs and licked from his balls up past where she was buried on his shaft to her clit.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned. “Just like that.”

I licked them from his balls to his shaft and to her clit a few more times. My saliva lubricating their sex organs. Jessie began to rotate her hips a bit quicker and she grabbed the top of my head when I again reached her clit and held my tongue in place.

I sucked gently at her clit, gently nipping it with my front teeth. She moaned again even louder and started moving faster. I stayed with her as long as I could, but fearing injury, I backed away when her pace got too fast to keep up with.

Tom had Jessie’s asscheeks in his hands and was lifting her up and down as she was impaled on his very moist cock.

With a grunt, he pushed his hips up and came hard, putting his second load in about 20 minutes into her wet pussy. His orgasm triggered hers and her thighs squeezed shut.

Jessie was moaning loudly and riding him wildly. Then her body tensed and she froze, her body began to shudder and then she relaxed again, against Tom’s reclining torso.

I sat quietly at their feet and watched with fascination as Jessie’s well-fucked pussy finally released Tom’s shrinking cock.

I was trying to remember every second of the evening so I could replay it in my mind when I got home and jerked off.

After a minute or two, Jessie lifted her head from where she’s been laying on Tom.

“So what do you do when you are done sucking my husband?” she asked.

I told her that I generally went back to my office or home and masturbated while the taste of his cock and cum were still fresh in my mouth.

“Well, go ahead,” she said. “We’ve both gotten off. I don’t see why you shouldn’t. Jerk your little dick for us.”

I pushed my pants and boxer briefs down past my knees and started to stroke myself energetically.

After what seemed like forever, it felt great to release my dick from my sticky pants and wrap my fingers around my shaft.

I was face-to-crotch with the dick I’d sucked many times and pussy that I’d just enjoyed licking for the first time in my life. Their sexual smell was intoxicating to me. As I watched, a dollop of Tom’s cum dripped from Jessie’s hole and slid toward her rosebud.

I leaned in and licked her asshole clean. Jessie moaned and grabbed my head, pulling me in tighter to her cum-filled hole.

I tongued her cunt, seeking to taste any of Tom’s cum that I could coax from her. They both watched as I serviced her and brought myself closer to orgasm.

I slowed my stroking because I was enjoying my cum filled treat. I gripped my hard cock but didn’t stroke it. I didn’t want to come yet and I was worried that jerking off would take my attention away from my job between her thighs.

With my tongue in her pussy, my nose ground against her clit. As she wiggled her hips so that I stroked the outside of her pussy with it, she deposited more of their combined juices into my mouth.

The taste and texture was heavenly. I’d never eaten a cum-filled pussy before, but I hoped it wouldn’t be my last.

Jessie’s pace quickened and she moaned. “I’m going to cum again,” she said.

I pumped my dick as she pushed my face tight against her pussy.

As she got off, so did I, shooting my load all over the front of the sofa that she and Tom were laying on.

When she released my head, I dropped back to the floor, trying to catch my breath.

Jessie was still laying on top of Tom and he had his arms wrapped around her midsection. He had tucked his face into her neck and was gently kissing her as she came down from her post-orgasm high.

When I could, I stood up, pulled my underwear up over my cum-covered dick and quietly left the room.

For all, we’d just shared, this was easily the hottest sexual experience of my life. Watching their post-coital cuddling seemed to be invasive.

I let myself out and quickly drove home. Before I could park and get inside, my cock was already stirring. I couldn’t wait to get in my bed and relive the night’s events with my little dick in my hand.

THE END…

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