Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

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

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….”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.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

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.