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Dara Pulls a Train
by she cries (sh.cries@gmail.com)

***

At a party with her workmates a hi tech supervisor 
finds herself stripping down to avenge for her 
fiancee's wounded pride. (FFM, reluc, exh, cuckold, 
preg)

***

It wasn't that Kyle had a small dick, it was just that 
it was completely unremarkable. Maybe that, mixed with 
his average height and slender build, gave him a 
predisposition towards being insecure about the size of 
his member. 

All I am sure of is that as long as I've known my 
husband, he'd brag about the size of his dick in ways 
that made me want to smack him silly. At one point I 
threatened to break up if he didn't calm down the 
rhetoric. I mean, there's only so many times you can 
listen to your husband tell complete strangers about 
the rapture you find at the end of his enormous cock.

"Dara's never complained have you?"

I shrugged, trying to pretend this conversation was not 
happening on a bus, with a scruffy middle-aged trailer 
park denizen who was using the conversation as an 
excuse to check me our overtly, as if assessing the 
possible scenarios in which I might wind up at the end 
of my husband's love-pole.

"I mean, size isn't everything," Kyle would always find 
a way to include.

"Kyle, can we talk about something else?"

"After all, it took a while for Dara to get used to 
it."

It took a while for Kyle to invest enough foreplay to 
get me ready for a finger, actually.

"When she took it all the way I knew she was the one, 
you know?"

The last thing I recall was the grizzled stranger 
gawking knowingly at me, no doubt substituting me for 
internet models engorged on vacuum pump inflated porn 
star dicks. I could feel the clothes burning away from 
my body and wanted nothing less than the complete 
evaporation of my body.

"Dara, this isn't our stop."

***

That was over a year ago, and the last conversation of 
its sort, upon condition of our engagement. Kyle had 
been an ideal fiancee in every other respect. Kyle 
wasn't my husband yet, but the wedding was soon, and 
I'd taken to calling him that since we signed the 
paperwork a month ago so he could get on my health plan 
through my work. Kyle, you see was a photographer who 
went to art school, so I wore the pants in the family, 
which is fitting, since Kyle had a particular fetish 
for my strap-on.

I don't think I got off on it nearly as much as my man, 
but when he sat on my vibrating cock, knowing it's a 
full inch longer than his, he'd explode on my belly and 
we'd both cum like crazy.

Then we'd whisper our fantasies to one another, what we 
were thinking about, if anything, when we came.

Usually I'd lie, and not tell him if I thought of 
another guy. Kyle did the same, though I'd spied him 
jerking off to porn on his computer more than a couple 
times. Usually the vibrator did enough for me, like my 
cock does it for Kyle.

Sometimes we'd fuck like normal people, but where this 
story picks up, I was on a fertility regimen. We wanted 
kids, and I'm not ovulating properly, so I take pills 
that make me dilate more, so more sperm can get further 
up inside me. Since we wanted to wait until we were 
married (and ideally, that Kyle had a better job than 
Video Store Clerk), we only fuck when I'm on my period, 
which is about as appealing to me as fucking while I'm 
on the crapper (which incidentally reminds me to 
mention that my ass is strictly one-way. Kyle got all 
the back-door action in our house). 

I don't feel bad, since it gave Kyle a week to get his 
internet porn fix, which he clearly couldn't go too 
long without. I don't know what the appeal is, what 
with a warm flesh and blood creature like me in the 
house, but I guess I'm just not as pretty as some of 
the models he liked to look at.

Now, this party we were at. It was mostly my workmates. 
Not all degreed professionals like me, but about half 
the people there were co-workers, and almost all of my 
project team (really, wage slaves with fancy titles to 
make them feel less expendable). I don't normally like 
work mixers, because as management you are stuck 
sucking up to the higher ups, and letting your lesser 
suck up to you. You all laugh, drink too much, and talk 
shit incessantly.

But this wasn't that kind of a mixer, it was a former 
employee's housewarming party, and it felt for all the 
world that I was at a college bash: 20 or 30 people 
hanging out drinking beers. Even the chill factor that 
happened when I'd walk in on a conversation with some 
of my employees was mitigated by the fact that to half 
the party, I was just another 20-something trying to 
cut loose.

You see, one of my professors had started a company, 
and though nobody knew it, I slept with him a couple 
times. Lots of people like to brag that I got the job 
based on my academic achievements; I got the academic 
achievements because I fucked my professor.

Ironically, I spread my legs for my teacher because my 
ex-boyfriend was failing his class. After getting his 
A, my faithful ex dumped me for a 18 year-old freshman 
bitch named Wendy (her name will be relevant later). I 
used to blame him (the ex) for thinking I was too old, 
but in retrospect, sleeping with a man twice your age 
will up your standards for your boyfriends, even if 
you're already at the ripe old age of 24.

So here I was, a project manager for a very successful 
start-up, and half my subordinates were older than me, 
as well educated than me, and yes, better qualified.

Still, I knew damn well about the glass ceiling in 
America. It wasn't as if I was on a level playing field 
to start with.

Whatever. That was the end of that. I helped start the 
company, I sacrificed a lot of good job offers to stick 
with it, and the professor never once mentioned our 
past, much less tried anything improper once I became 
his employee. As for me I learned my lesson never to 
sleep around again. That was four years ago, and now I 
was totally in love and ready to marry Kyle-who knew 
nothing of my prior indiscretion. As far as he knew I'd 
only slept with three men before him, and he was the 
last lover I'd ever have.

***

I was working on my second Cosmo when I found Kyle 
smoking on the back porch with a couple of guys and a 
young girl that I think was the little sister of one of 
my Q&A testers. I recognized the banter immediately, 
"No shit, it took ten minutes to get the whole thing 
in."

Three guys standing around comparing their cocks. 
Nothing unusual here, and Kyle wasn't exactly 
prohibited from doing it on his own, just from 
involving me in any way whatsoever.

What got my attention, however, was the girl who was 
clearly working Kyle with all the intensity her little 
teen body could muster (which was quite substantial for 
a girl that young). Kyle was clearly enjoying her fake 
shock, her little pats on the arm, her hips brushing 
against his, and clearly her c cup chest. She was 
clearly getting all the signals she needed to keep 
pressing the argument home.

Kyle, you see, is a very handsome man. He may be a 
little skinny, and he is developing a belly, but he has 
the most striking features, a deeply charismatic smile, 
eyes to die for, and the most artful and elegant hands.

And this little bitch was drinking up every work Kyle 
said, "No, the trick isn't just having a thick member, 
it's still gotta be your technique." Kyle had developed 
a knack for bragging about his dick while acting like 
he was dismissive of it, "Even if I was average, or 
even below average," I rolled my eyes, "I'd consider it 
crass to just stick it in." He glanced at the 
adolescent slut hanging on his every word, "No offense, 
Wendy."

I cringed at the name as the cute little bimbo giggled 
and jiggled her perky teenage tits.

"That's okay, I've had sex lots of times. I mean, I 
hate it when guys just stick it in. Then I just want 
them to get it over with."

I grinned at the uncomfortable silence as three guys in 
their 20s and 30s tried not to imagine fucking the 
little girl who was metaphorically spreading her legs 
in front of them. I could just imagine the pride she 
must have felt at the three pup tents that must have 
sprung up next to her as she giggled and bumped into my 
husband and his companions.

Unnoticed I had decided to leave, to finish my drink 
and get Kyle out of there before he made a scene, but a 
voice came from behind the group of smokers, "So 
exactly how big is this dick of yours, man?"

White trash would have described Andrew, but I wasn't 
feeling generous. Not exactly ugly, so much as 
unappealing. Andrew had a big, stocky body, the kind 
that takes up too much space on the bus seat when 
you're a slender girl like myself, and makes you feel 
like your about to be steamrollered just because you 
got too close. 

Andrew had a perpetual unshaved look, and for some 
reason really short, close-cropped hair. He sort of 
looked like a marine, but he lacked the healthy glow 
that men in shape have. Andrew looked like he belonged 
on the back of a backhoe, or like someone you'd expect 
to be showing crack as they bent over your toilet 
looking for leaks.

Andrew also ran the mail room at the main office. He 
was the guy you called in whenever you needed something 
heavy moved.

Kyle acted like the question was directed at all of 
them, and I drifted back into the shadows, curious how 
my husband to be would handle this, since it was 
clearly a question for the one who'd been doing most of 
the bragging.

"I don't like to talk about that in front of women." 
Kyle replied, gentlemanly.

"The little slut has seen lots of dick. How big is it."

Wendy snarled and the guys just shuffled and shifted 
their feet. I really hated Andrew, but I had to respect 
him calling the girl out for what she was making 
herself to be.

Instead of defending the girl, Kyle said, "I've never 
measured it." I hoped that no one ever insulted me in 
front of Kyle. Not that I needed him to defend me.

Andrew grinned, "For a guy who talks a lot about his 
dick I find that hard to believe."

Andrew stood up. He wasn't as tall as my fiancee, but 
he was so much stockier that Kyle seemed to diminish. 
The two other guys took an involuntary step back, and I 
noticed that they were my employees. Both CS majors who 
were doing minimum wage work in testing and sales in 
the hopes of someday moving up into my position. My 
fiancee really knew how to pick his audience.

"So let's see it." Andrew declared.

"Look man," Kyle murmured, looking at Wendy as if she 
were some sort of appeal.

I immediately felt a rush. A thrill of expectation at 
my husband's vulnerability. On the surface, I was 
ashamed of him, and embarrassed that his bragging had 
finally humiliated him, as it surely would, but on the 
other hand, the thought of him exposing himself to 
these three men exited the hell out of me.

If only the little bitch wasn't there, it might have 
been perfect.

"The girl wants to see it, don't you?" Wendy shrugged.

"Look man, I don't think this is appropriate," Kyle 
protested.

"Talk is talk, lets whip it out and judge."

Kyle moved away from Andrew's imposing presence, "Look, 
even if I would, I mean, it's cold, in front of a bunch 
of guys, I mean."

"Hey Wendy, you think you could make your boyfriend 
hard?"

I cringed, going flush and ready to knock Andrew's 
block off for the audacity to call that little whore my 
Husband's girlfriend, as if he'd fuck that little 
infant slut! But the thrill I got as I watched my 
fiancee diminish before Andrew's stature and girth. 
Kyle stood there frozen, and I felt real flames of 
passion igniting within me.

"Go ahead," Andrew said to the girl, "Show us what he's 
got."

I won't say I was surprised to see that it took the 
girl all of a split second to get my fiancee hard, even 
his erection eluded me at times when I wanted more 
traditional sex, but I still felt a cold and bitter 
disappointment as Kyle stood stock still and let the 
girl extract his member, rock hard, and stood there 
trying not to groan and pant as she gently stroked it.

"It's not that big." Wendy said matter-of-factly.

 Andrew burst out laughing, and all bitterness and 
shame for my husband vanished in a hot flush of anger 
and I stormed into the middle of the group, "Okay 
Andrew, let's see how you measure up." I spat out 
coldly and menacingly at my subordinate.

"Dara, I..." Andrew began meekly.

The need to defend my husband to be overshadowed the 
sexual thrill I got from him being humiliated, "Let's 
have it out. If you're going to mock and ridicule my 
husband I expect you've got a pretty good package, 
don't you?"

"I didn't know..." Andrew began, but I cut him off.

"Bitch." I said to the girl still clutching my 
husband's rock-hard penis, but I never finished the 
sentence. Suddenly my husband began to groan and he 
exploded, gurgling like a baby for a minute before 
showering me with burst after burst of his frothy white 
jism.

My husband to-be looked quite sad and pathetic all of a 
sudden, but it was no worse than I felt seeing a child 
of a woman stroke him to masturbation with nary an 
effort, a trick I had never managed. Hearing the barely 
contained laughter all around me I felt my insides turn 
cold, and more than anything else I wanted to turn that 
sickening feeling on Andrew.

My slender cream colored dress was a mess, and I could 
feel the hot sperm from my husband's puny, withering 
cock growing cold from my tits down to my knees. I 
couldn't even imagine feeling more humiliated.

I think Andrew knew exactly what was going on, "Well, 
Dara, still want to see what I've got."

"You've got something to show me, let's see it."

I retorted with more cocky arrogance than I felt.

Andrew slowly, casually undid the top snap on his 
jeans, "It takes more than a couple tugs to get me 
hard."

I gestured to the little whore who somehow remained 
spotless though I was covered in jizz, "Come on honey, 
let's see what Andrew's packing."

Obedient little whore than she was the girl started 
towards my subordinate, but he held up a hand, "All due 
respect to your man here, Dara, but I'm not going to 
fool around with a minor."

"You already solicited her to jerk off my husband, 
asshole." I barked at Andrew's arrogant smile.

Andrew had begun unzipping his pants, suddenly stopped, 
"Hey, if you don't want to see what I've got..."

I glared at him just long enough to let him know what I 
thought of his sad threat to deprive me the pleasure of 
seeing his floppy little cock (I deliberately avoided 
looking in my husband's direction as I thought this). 
"If you don't think you can measure up," I replied, 
finally.

He grinned, and suddenly I grew afraid! What if he had 
everything my husband claimed to have. He said, "I 
don't want you to do anything you wouldn't be 
comfortable doing."

"I can do it." My husband's girlfriend chimed.

I spun on the girl and shoved her gently back to my 
fiancee, "Go play with your boyfriend," I said, 
watching my husband-to-be shrink an inch. "Don't let 
this guy manipulate you."

"So you think you're up to the task?" Andrew purred in 
a cruel, honeyed voice behind me.

"What task?"

Making eye contact Andrew seemed to dominate me 
completely, because I couldn't look away, and I 
couldn't help but feel every bit the slut that I 
thought the little tramp behind me was. "Can you get me 
hard?" He asked.

I don't understand what I was thinking, except that 
I'll never judge a guy for bragging too much, "I've 
never failed to get a man hard, Andrew."

"Really?" Andrew asked.

"Really." I said with more confidence than I felt.

"You know, if I'm going to be showing you what I've 
got, I ought to get to see what you've got."

I shrugged, "Well, I'm not the one trying to prove 
anything here."

"Okay then," Andrew said and zipped up, snapping his 
pants. He turned, as if to walk away,

"Wait." I ordered, not knowing why I said anything. 
This was my out, this was my way free of further 
humiliating my husband and myself. I just couldn't 
believe Andrew was packing anything worth bragging 
about.

"He showed you his," I continued, "It's your turn."

Andrew shrugged this time, "I'm not the one trying to 
prove anything here." He grinned, and I felt as if my 
two employees behind me were grinning too.

I looked around. The party was still going on in 
earnest, but out on this back patio felt like the whole 
world could be watching. Besides, this was the smoking 
porch. Any one of my fellow employees could walk out on 
us, "Okay," I said, "but not here."

"Oh, so it's okay for me to whip it out in front of 
everybody, but your body is a temple?" Andrew replied, 
clearly not understanding my fear. I quickly explained 
my fears.

"All right." He said, "We'll go round the side to 
finish, but you take that dress off right here."

My mind and body were buzzing. It had never occurred to 
me to take my dress off, maybe just to hike up my 
skirt, or flash him my boobs. I've barely got a B cup, 
and I hardly ever wear bras. Under that dress I had 
nothing on but a baby blue g-string which I wore 
strictly because I was planning on seducing my husband 
that night after the party. A discussion about 
comparing penis sizes had somehow spun down to me, 
naked, on the porch, in front of my subordinates.

I bit back a retort, knowing that any protest would 
eradicate my chances of exposing him and humiliating 
him.

I glanced back at my employees, diverted my gaze from 
my fiancee's eyes, and found myself staring at the 
little slut.

"Let's see what you've got," she said, mouthing the 
last word, "bitch." She was as nervous as I, and I 
could see the tremor on her lips as she forced the last 
bit out, but I shivered nonetheless, to feel the tables 
turn so rapidly.

Andrew had to know I would follow this through, or else 
he wouldn't be pushing me so hard. I on the other hand 
had no idea how far I was willing to go, but the shame 
of seeing my betrothed so humiliated drove me so crazy 
that I had to do something. Getting Andrew's cock out 
seemed to me to be the best way to do that.

I can only imagine what other girls might have done at 
that point, but without another comment I unlaced the 
strap around my neck and let the dress fall to the 
floor. The girl looked at my breasts and started 
giggling.

I felt a crushing, sinking feeling in the pit of my 
stomach, to be so belittled by this girl. Mark, a poor 
guy who I'd delegated to data entry for sales figures 
was agape, and clearly more impressed with my body than 
Wendy was. The sensation that my waxed legs and pubes 
were being devoured by one of my wage-workers making a 
fifth of my pay sent chills up my spine. I felt his 
eyes, like rough, groping paws, fondling my jiggling 
breasts, and caressing my nipples, while Tyler, one of 
my Q&A testers groped the curve of my buttocks with his 
gaze.

Andrew's voice cut through the stillness like an 
electric shock up my back, "Why don't you turn around 
so Tyler can take a look."

I felt a chill as my body obeyed, but defiantly, even 
as I swung on the young man, his eyes and mouth agape, 
I shot back, "Why don't you show me what you've got, 
Tyler."

Okay, so it was easier to go after my underling than to 
stick up to Andrew just then.

As Tyler stumbled with his zipper, no doubt hoping, 
like the desperate geek he was, that he would get the 
same treatment my husband just got from Wendy, Andrew 
said, "Yeah, Mark, let's see who's got the biggest 
cock."

I turned and barked at Andrew, "I'm still waiting for 
you to show some meat, Andrew." But even as the words 
came out, they shriveled in my throat. Tyler's cock was 
out, and proudly saluting my nearly naked body. He was 
bigger than Kyle by quite a bit.

"N-nice one, Tyler," I murmured, though I had tried to 
sound cocky, and bitchy. Involuntarily, as if my body 
were anticipating Andrew's will, I reached for it, 
caressing the head, and I felt a rush of pride as the 
boy moaned. His cock was thick, and really hard. 
Pulsing, and erect, like Kyle's was so seldom. 

I thought with disdain that the image of this cock 
inside me, bursting its load and slipping out of me in 
short order, but I couldn't help but stroke it. I 
thought of Wendy- No, I saw Wendy, still stroking my 
husband's cock, hard again, against all my previous 
experience, and was determined to show that Tyler was 
no more of a man than my husband in spite of his larger 
dick.

As I stroked Tyler, I felt my employee's hands roaming 
my body, and I made no move to stop him. His warm hands 
felt good as the cool night air stripped away the heat 
from my skin. The electric sensations pulsing through 
me came to the surface as Tyler groped my breasts. 

The boy started thrusting, and every time we made eye 
contact, I imagined that this man was fucking me with 
his thick, hard cock, and that my legs were wide open, 
my pussy stretched over his fullness. I found myself 
panting as I jerked my arm in a steady, rhythmless 
motion, serving this boy's sex drive as he exploded 
onto my belly.

I don't know how much Tyler had to drink, or how long 
it had been since he'd been with a woman, but I felt 
the cold chill return even as he gushed stream after 
stream of his white, ropy spunk onto my naked body. 
Wendy's giggles, and Andrew's mocking applause sliced 
through me, colliding with the arousal coursing up my 
loins and into my chest. I let go of Tyler and stepped 
back, bumping into Mark, who grabbed on to me, saving 
me from stumbling and falling, even as his bare member 
ground into my bare bottom.

"Hey Wendy," Andrew asked, "You think you can get 
Dara's hubby off faster than she can do Mark?"

The girl fixed me with a condescending gaze, "No 
problem."

Naturally the girl was judging my performance with 
Tyler again her performance with my man, who it seemed 
came almost instantly. I knew the girl's challenge was 
a fool's bet-Kyle had already just come once, and Mark 
had yet to begin. But I found myself groping for Mark's 
manhood even as Wendy started stroking my husband.

Wendy stuck her tongue in my husband's ear and said, 
"Come on baby, we can beat her." Kyle looked at me with 
wide-eyed shock, then at the girl, and Wendy shoved her 
tongue in his mouth.

Standing basically naked and jerking off an employee of 
mine made me feel about an inch high as my husband to 
be sucked face with a teenager, but Andrew's leering 
gaze drove me on, even though it was fixed on my 
jiggling breasts, my legs, slightly flared for balance, 
and the cum dribbling into my crotch. It was clear that 
he wanted nothing less than to fuck me. It was also 
clear that I was giving him everything he asked for, 
and more.

My back to Mark, out of courtesy for the spunk on my 
belly, I used my butt to grind against his notably 
thinner and shorter cock (though he was still as big as 
Kyle). But Wendy and my husband were already starting 
to moan, and I could recognize Kyle's groans as he 
approached orgasm. I took Mark's hand and put it on my 
breast and he proceeded to maul it, but I could hear 
him breathing harder. It was easier to jerk him off, 
though my arm was dead tired, because his thinner cock 
took less effort.

"Do you want to fuck me, baby?" I heard Wendy whisper 
into my betrothed's ear as she slipped behind him. I 
faced my husband, watching the rapture in his face as 
he failed utterly to fight for his wife's pride and 
resist the girl. She grabbed Kyle's balls and jerked 
him hard in a rampant, frenetic pace, and I watched 
Kyle peaking.

I found myself pushing my ass into Mark's cock, 
desperate not to let this little whore outdo me with my 
own husband. I hooked the string going down my ass to 
one side and slid Mark's little member over my asshole 
and felt it sliding against my pussy. Realizing I was 
wet startled me, but not as much as how good it felt to 
have the head of a man's shaft pushing into the opening 
of my sex. I groaned, imagining Kyle entering me from 
behind, but quickly realized that I was about to get 
fucked by an employee in front of two guys and my 
fiancee, not to mention a teenage girl. 

I felt Mark shudder, and was tempted to let him finish, 
but months of fertility drugs and constant attention to 
my cycles forced me to my senses and I pulled off. I 
missed the warmth of Mark's hot cock immediately, and 
it was only Andrew's dominating grin that kept me from 
servicing myself as I turned to my newest lover.

I dropped to my knees, "You want me to suck it?" I 
asked Mark. I knew I had hit Mark's mark as the boy 
gasped and started convulsing. I opened my mouth, 
leaning forward to tease the boy with my tongue, and 
Andrew stood before us, staring at me as I abased 
myself for this stupid contest. His eyes locked with 
mine I knelt mesmerized for a moment, and Mark's cock 
thrust forward of its own volition and instead of a 
teasing lick I enveloped the tiny shaft, taking the 
whole thing in my mouth as my employee groaned and 
moaned.

My husband started moaning and gasping, and I turned my 
head to look, but Mark's fast hand wouldn't let me 
extract his cock from my mouth and I pulsed my head in 
his service even as I watched my husband explode not a 
foot from my face. Kyle isn't a gusher, but three 
streams of his hot sperm doused my hot face and neck 
before his gush tapered and the rest of his font landed 
on my chest.

"I win!" Wendy declared, and gave my husband another 
open-mouthed kiss.

But the shame of defeat didn't stop the humiliation of 
abasing myself for Mark, and I found myself avoiding 
the sight of Kyle being molested by a teenager by 
immersing myself in the act of satisfying Mark. I had 
never taken a mouthful before, though Kyle had often 
begged me to. I would repay his lack of faith by 
letting Mark serve me my first real dose of manhood. 
Even as I heard the back door open and close, more 
smokers probably, I didn't stop until Mark grabbed me-
choking me, and held me fast to take his load.

But Kyle never saw it. As I gulped down shot after shot 
of Mark's bitter, acrid sperm, even as I gagged and 
spat up so it dribbled out my mouth and down my chin. 
Kyle was enveloped in the girl's embrace. I sat down on 
the porch, trying to ignore the to silhouetted figures 
lighting up over by the door, but unable to stop 
wondering who else would witness the lengths I would go 
to save my fiancee's pride. 

Meanwhile Mark's cock continued to pulse little while 
globules onto my tongue. I lapped them up while Andrew 
watched. I lapped them up for Andrew, and I let my arms 
fall so he could watch Mark's sperm join my legal 
husband's as it dripped off my chin onto my bare 
breasts. I spread my legs so he could see my cum soaked 
panties, where Tyler's gift had run down.

The cum of three men oozed down my body, but my husband 
to be sported his third hard-on of the night as he 
groped the healthy chest and tight ass of a high school 
student, completely oblivious of me.

Andrew, however, was not oblivious. Nor were Mark, and 
Tyler, however sated the two boys might have been. 
"Thanks Dara," Mark muttered, always polite. Tyler 
echoed his friend weakly.

"Yeah, Thanks, boss." Andrew said, grinning madly at my 
debased state. From the cum stuck in my hair and 
dribbling off my chin to the cum-soaked panties and my 
spread-eagled posture, Andrew saw a wanton slut, a 
debased whore, not the degreed supervisor he had always 
appropriately deferred to.

I wiped my chin with the back of my hand, but no offer 
of a towel or cloth was forthcoming. My dress was being 
trampled by my fiancee and his lover, so I took a 
handful of my hair and wiped my hand dry. I let Andrew 
complete his scrutiny, acting unashamed and defiant, 
though I was horribly mortified at what I had just 
done, and terrified at what was yet to come.

"You still want to see this?" asked Andrew.

"I don't know," I said with a nonchalance I didn't 
feel. I desperately needed to see him, to prove he was 
inadequate next to my husband. "I'm feeling pretty 
sated right now." Where I got that sultry tone, I'll 
never know, but it was a lie, lie, lie.

He grinned, sheepish and surprisingly uncomfortable, 
"I'll show it to you if you can get me hard." Andrew 
had lost some of his confidence, and I was pretty sure 
it was because he had a small dick, like Mark and my 
husband.

"All right." I said, "Come here."

But Andrew shook his head, "I thought you wanted off 
this porch."

I grinned, and stood up, nearly falling over as the 
blood rushed to my head. The cold night air embraced 
me, and I realized that I was still flush with an 
internal heat, but the semen all over my body had 
chilled.

Andrew was grinning as I staggered down the steps, 
still in my heels and unsteady, "A little cold, eh?" He 
said, and I forced myself not to look at my nipples, 
normally round and puffy, but then, I was sure, rock 
hard little bullets, glistening in the hazy porch 
light.

The damp grass of the back yard crunched under my feet, 
I felt little droplets of water splash up on my ankles 
as I streaked, nearly naked, into the open. How many 
neighboring houses could glance out a back window and 
see a girl in a g-string strolling across the lawn I 
don't know. I pushed down those fears and thought about 
Andrew, and how to get his cock in my hand. I also 
thought about how nice it had felt to have Mark's cock 
rubbing against my sex.

Andrew brought me to a lawn table and stopped, flopping 
in a plastic chair. I glanced back. Mark and Tyler had 
followed at a distance, and though my fiancee was 
perilously close to getting third base on Wendy, they 
had managed to follow us down onto the grass to watch 
the show. Behind them, on the porch, I saw two guys and 
a girl, gathered in a row to watch the show: Their boss 
acting like a drunk slut in the back yard.

"Why don't you take those panties off, Dara?" Andrew 
suggested. Instead of saying no. Instead, even, of just 
pushing them down to my ankles and stepping out of 
them, I walked past Andrew so all three boys could 
watch and bent at the waist. 

Lingering as I took one foot out of them and then 
spreading my legs, I exposed my trimmed pussy for the 
three boys to admire, then I stood up and strode back 
to Andrew, kicking my panties aside. My pussy level 
with his face, just a few inches away. I held my legs 
slightly apart, and touched myself with one, deft 
finger, on my button.

"Is this what you wanted to see, Andrew?"

Andrew grinned up at me, but he seemed more nervous 
than ever.

I took the boy's hand, and brought it up to my breast, 
careful to help him avoid the cum splatters in the 
middle, and he took me. "How about we take a peek, 
Andrew?" I said, stooping down and reaching for his 
manhood. I was fully conscious of the way he and all 
the men on the lawn gawked at my sluttish desire for 
yet another dick, but all I had ever wanted was to 
expose Andrew. Now that I had my chance I wasn't about 
to let it up by showing how humiliated and small I 
really felt.

But as my hand felt Andrew's crotch I drew a blank. 
Nothing. No stiffness, no forceful member dying to leap 
out. Nothing. I tried to keep my composure, "What's the 
matter, Andrew, a little nervous?"

Kyle and Mark's weak, forced laughter was little reward 
for realizing that all my antics had yet to arouse 
Andrew. Andrew shrugged, perhaps not catching the 
nervous anxiety in my voice. "It's just all these 
people watching, it's like..." Andrew trailed off.

All my efforts, my modesty abandoned, and dignity I 
might have once been able to muster: destroyed. All 
because Andrew was even worse than I gave him credit 
for. A sad excuse for a man who couldn't even get hard 
for a willing woman.

"That's pathetic Andrew." I tormented the man. I took 
his hands and clutched them to my breasts, "I gave you 
these and you didn't do anything." I snarled. I turned 
around, and put his hand on my ass, pushing it between 
my legs so he could see I was wet, "I showed you this 
and you did nothing!" 

I turned around again and pulled his hand up into my 
crotch. His knuckles against my warm, wet sex was 
beyond titillating-my whole body shuddered and a found 
myself groaning with passion and frenzy-God I wished my 
husband would ignore that little fucking tart and come 
fuck his wife like he was supposed to!

But instead I grinded Andrew's hand into my pussy, 
pushing two of his fingers and two of mine up inside me 
and said, "I gave you my pussy and you weren't hard 
enough to take it." 

I let go of myself and gasping from the thrill and rush 
of having something inside me at last I reached my hand 
back into his crotch and though he tried to shift away 
I clutched his mushy member and snarled, "You couldn't 
take me because you're not a man, Andrew." I started 
laughing even as I gave myself over to his fingers. 
Even Wendy laughed, as she enjoyed my husband's third 
hard-on.

But Andrew was starting to get pissed, "If I was going 
to fuck you I'd be hard." He growled, snatching his 
hand away and wiping it off on his pants, "Stupid games 
may get sluts like you wet," he said pushing my hands 
away from him and standing up to me, "but all you've 
got to offer me is a fucking tug and a blow."

With that he stalked away, dragging his wounded pride 
behind him.

"Andrew!" I barked, but the mail room clerk ignored me.

I strode after him, catching up halfway between the 
porch and the trio of men at the party who had enjoyed 
my ass. I was now half-chilled to death. Naked in the 
cold night, my tits jiggling, cum on my face, in my 
hair, on my pussy and my tits, surrounded by fully 
dressed employees of my company (not to mention my 
fiancee), I played the fiery hell-bitch they all knew 
when someone fucked up royally at work.

God only knows why I didn't let the dick walk away, but 
I shouted, "Don't even think I'm going to let you walk 
away without giving it up, little man! Put up, now!"

Andrew muttered, "I'm not going to get hard just 
because you order me to Dara." The man was the epitome 
of defeat, but I wasn't satisfied yet.

I took his hand and strode him back to the table.

"You want my ass, Andrew?" I said, and I hiked my ass 
up on the table and spread my legs.

Trying to ignore my husband as he wormed his way into 
Wendy's tight little adolescent pussy a few yards away 
I said, "You want this pussy, Andrew." I said, "It's 
yours."

I leaned back and pulled my feet up to the edge of the 
table with me, lifting my ass up, and giving Andrew and 
everyone in the backyard full few of my swollen, 
glistening sex. I ran my fingers over my vulva and 
spread my lips, "Come and take it Andrew.

"This body belongs to you." I said and lay back, 
fingering myself.

Andrew was much closer than before when he finally 
spoke. He stood between my legs, watching me intently 
as I pushed myself close to a freezing orgasm on that 
cold, plastic tabletop. "You mean it?" He said weakly. 
I could feel his jeans pressing against the knuckles 
between my legs.

"Fuck me Andrew." I said, convinced of his impotence, 
and the shame he would have to live with, if nothing 
else, for failing to take such a willing slut.

"Move your hand." He said, and I withdrew two 
glistening fingers from my sex so he could see my warm, 
inviting pussy.

"Take me Andrew," I begged him, "I want you to shoot 
your sperm into me." I almost came from the thrill of 
humiliating a man so utterly.

Suddenly I felt him pushing against me. A firm pressure 
against my vulva, then a slipping misfire, then- Home.

Andrew's cock slid into me like a warm knife melts 
butter. As opposed to all my intentions I arched my 
back and spread my legs even wider before locking them 
around him and sucking up his girth whole and bucking 
my cunt against his blazing hot, pulsing cock. I ground 
my pelvis into his as electric hellfire burst in my 
loins and sent searing heat through the course of my 
naked, vulnerable, and exposed body.

My mail clerk fucked me with a frantic intensity, 
crying my name and clutching me passionately, giving me 
long, searching kisses. I opened my mouth wide and 
sucked his tongue as I sucked his cock into me, 
surrendering myself to him as he violated me from both 
ends.

My orgasm only faded as he exploded in violent, ape-
like grunts, panting and drooling on me as he spent his 
seed in the one place I had kept safe that night. I 
felt renewed heat as his blazing semen spilled into my 
womb, and I found myself bucking harder as another 
orgasm washed over me as my body dimly realized that I 
was not only unprotected, but fertile, ovulating, and 
trying very hard to get pregnant.

I let my head fall to the side, between my lover's 
kisses, and saw my Kyle pumping his hips into the 
little girl who had violated my husband three times. I 
recognized the thrust as he gasped for breath but was 
unable to come, having done so twice already. Wendy 
waited patiently, her legs in the air like mine, but 
she appeared to be counting stars and wincing every 
time 150 lbs of my husband-to-be pounded into her 
nubile little frame.

I sat up as Kyle pulled away. He had on a leering grin, 
and it was all I could do to embrace the fading glow of 
my orgasm. But I needed something to help me ignore the 
fact that I'd been taken in by his soft dick. By his 
dares and silly conditions, by his bullying, and his 
pretend disdain for the ministrations I'd given his 
friends. He'd played me like a deck of cards and laid 
me like a trailer trash teenager trying to get a ride 
out of Hicksville. I'd laid on my back and begged him 
to do it too.

"Slut." He murmured at me. Almost in sync as he said it 
a dollop of his semen oozed out of my pussy the size of 
my little finger. I shuddered, thinking about how much 
he must have spent in my body if that much was oozing 
out. As if to confirm my fear a steady stream drizzled 
out of me to join the growing pool on the table.

A fear overcame me, and I laid back and pulled my knees 
up, arching my pelvis up as the doctor had ordered me. 
A way to hold the sperm in my body, as the fertility 
rituals specified. I seemed to feel the hormones racing 
through me that I had taken before coming to the party. 
They were designed to make me ovulate longer, dilate my 
cervix, and facilitate the movement of sperm through my 
body.

Andrew laughed, though he clearly had no idea what I 
was doing, nor did I know why I was doing it. For a 
moment, all I could hear was my husband's grunting as 
he fucked a girl half his age.

Then I felt hands on my legs. I looked up and saw Carl 
Ewing, the head of technical development for the 
company. Technically my superior, though we always 
behaved as equals.

He jerked a thumb at Andrew who slowly slunk away, "Hey 
this isn't just for his benefit, is it?" Carl grinned, 
smiling at me, barely able to look me in the eye 
instead of at my cum-drenched body.

"No baby," I said as if a force of nature had taken 
over my body, "He just knows how to take what's given 
to him." I said, spreading my legs.

Carl knew how to use a condom, and I think Tyler did 
too. But not Mark, or David, or Chris in marketing. I'm 
not sure about the two boys from sales, or Sandy 
McMillian's intern Bobby, but they all came inside me 
nonetheless, even if I didn't have any more orgasms 
that night. Suffice to say, however, that I didn't run 
out of steam till the next morning.

The day after that I called in sick to work because I 
couldn't stop throwing up.

***

These days I'm on partial duty. After the second 
trimester I might take a full leave of absence, but now 
that I'm not a supervisor anymore I have a lighter 
load. Working reception for the division of the company 
I used to manage isn't as glamorous, nor does it pay as 
well, but it is a real relief from having to chew 
people out for being late, or to reprimand people for 
bad work or inappropriate behavior.

I'm a little uncomfortable when I have to run an 
errand, or deliver a message, and I have to look across 
the desks of people who used to work for me, many of 
whom got a piece of me that night, though with a lot of 
them I'm not sure whether they had me or not. Some of 
the guys picked me up a week or two later, when they 
found out what they'd missed, and it was doing that 
that got me busted from my management position.

Kyle got fired from his video store for stealing new 
porn releases-mostly gay bondage kind of stuff- and I 
dumped him. My engagement ring now says "Andrew 
forever", it was pretty cheap to have Kyle's name 
removed. But that's contingent on the DNA tests, which 
we have to wait until after the birth to conduct. If 
it's not his, well, I've got some money saved up.

Meanwhile Andrew's my main beau for now and, believe it 
or not, I was right. His dick is even smaller than 
Kyle's. His erectile problem hasn't gone away either, 
so I'm back to the old vibrator, but only when Andrew's 
not around. He still thinks he should be enough for me.

I guess he'll have to do since most guys don't have 
time for a pregnant girl pushing thirty.

END

Any feedback is welcome at she_cries@ftml.net. You can 
find my home page at http://www.asstr.org/~she_cries/ - 
7-9-04

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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