One Up
by Letcher Kimes
“You got a big dick? I’ve heard you’re packing,” said the short man with an even shorter hair cut. The stranger’s manic fidgeting filled the large office space. He seemed too pudgy to be as highly energetic as he came across.
The startled occupant looked up from the mahogany desk with a quizzical expression on his rough-hewn features.
“I’m afraid I don’t know you. Why would you come into my office and ask something clearly in violation of the company’s sexual harassment policy?” said the seated man. His voice had the quality of a well seasoned, baritone woodwind.
“Sorry, but I promise this isn’t sexual,” the short man said, tugging at his collar. A thin film of perspiration instantly covered his head, glistening in his short, spiky blond hair. “My name’s Jones, Mike Jones. My wife, Reba, works in the istration office.”
The new supervisor sat flummoxed at his desk, peering at Mike through his stylish Julianne Dior glasses without saying a word.
“So, do you got a big cock or what? I want to know who’s the biggest. Me or you,” said Mike, bouncing on the balls of his feet in the luxurious carpeting reserved for upper management.
“Let me get this straight. You walk up to every newly hired man and ask to see their penis, and no one’s ever called HR over your behavior?” said the supervisor, standing up.
He became a giant towering over stubby Mike, and suddenly, something felt off and threatening.
“Uh, uh, um,” said Mike, losing his poise.
Without an exit plan, Mike found himself compelled to charge forward.
“Come on, man, it’s all in good fun. What’s your name? Just tell me your name and show me your cock. Everyone is telling me you’ve got the world’s biggest dick.”
“My name is on the door that you just barged through. And I don’t recall meeting everyone, nor do I recall discussing something that personal with anyone.”
The tall man furrowed his brow beneath his dapper salt-and-pepper waves, and pointed toward the door of the corner office. If hand size were any indicator, the mystery man had a unit as big as a baseball bat.
“Um, your name is Remmah Mail?” said Mike, reading through the door glass.
“Liam Hammer, Mr. Jones. I assume your work doesn’t require attention to detail.”
“Testing, I’m in testing. We do Q.A. on products coming off the floor.”
“Shouldn’t you be testing something right now?”
The sweating man’s wild eyes spun around in their pudgy sockets as he nervously giggled at some inside joke.
“Really, I feel the best thing to do in this situation is to go back to unpacking while you return to your department,” said Liam, pulling a lens cloth from the pocket of his Lauren Crofts designer shirt, and methodically cleaning his spotless glasses.
“Come on, man, be a sport. All the top brass is off location inspecting the new facility in Dayton, and the factory is down to a skeleton crew because of cutbacks.”
“All the more reason to return to work, especially in the demanding field of… testing.”
Mike’s khaki polo shirt showed dark patches of flop sweat in his armpits and across his back.
“Look fella, I gotta know who’s the biggest, and then I’ll be on my way,” he said, trying again, almost begging for an answer.
“I don’t see what’s in it for me. Let’s just say I play along with your stunt and don’t turn you in. Then what? What’s my motivation for undressing in front of you?”
“My wife! I’ll get Reba down here to measure for us.”
“Well, that sounds a little more interesting than you doing the honors. How about we get her down here before I agree to anything?”
Liam remained quiet and composed, leaning more than sitting on the corner of his desk. In the background, a wide-screen TV displayed the stock market ticker as Mike made a call to his wife. He then jabbered non-stop to a business professional and a manager of his company about cock size, turning into a complete anthology of cocks at I. Going into great detail about his hesitations challenging Mark Simms, the presumed owner of the longest Black cock at the factory, Mike took a deep breath while his wife walked into the room.
“What are you doing?” asked the plain woman without makeup and whose oily, brown hair boasted a pageboy haircut. She plodded into the office with all the grace God gave a milk cow. In this case befitting, considering the visible thick nipples on her huge braless, long and saggy tits scarcely concealed by her yellowed and thread-bare men’s white shirt, more than likely a thrift shop find. The ungainly woman stood in a wide stance thanks to her broad, round ass as the pleats of her plaid wool skirt tickled her bare calves above her scuffed white leather flats.
She looked down at her short husband as he tried to explain.
“Reba, this is Mr. Hammer and everyone is saying he’s got a great big dick.”
“Again? Michael. You promised,” she said, holding her forehead in her hand.
“Well, Liam won’t play along unless you’re the judge.”
“How is it I always get roped into your insecurities?”
“I take it. This isn’t his first time.”
“Oh heavens no, and I am so very sorry, sir. He usually only does this to workers on the floor, not supervisors. I don’t even know how he got access to this level of the building.”
She sighed in exasperation.
Then, turning to her husband, she yelled, “But this is the first time I’ve been called away from my desk.”
“Well, she’s here now. So Mike, show us what you’re so proud of.”
“That’s not how it’s supposed to work. You pull out your tiny dick and then I show you what a real dick looks like.”
“You come to my office. Propose this absurd and childish antic that even your wife disapproves of and you have the gall to tell me I’m not following the rules?”
“Mike, Mr. Hammer is right. Just pull out your dick, so I can go back to work and this poor man can finish moving into his office.”
“But.”
“But, what?”
“But… it’s not hard.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ, Michael!” said Reba, ready to storm out of the room.
“Reba, please stop, babe. I just need you to play along. That’s all,” said Mike.
At the door, she turned and walked back inside.
“Maybe all this false bravado has given your husband a case of cold feet. Why don’t both of you leave, and I’ll forget the whole thing.”
“Oh, no! I’m not leaving! We’ve got a deal.”
“A deal? What could you possibly give me if my cock is larger than yours?”
“You can have Reba!”
“Michael!”
“Mr. Jones.”
“Not to keep her, just for sex stuff.”
“Michael Jones, so help me god.”
“Mrs. Jones, I don’t know quite how to say this, but both you and your husband work, and I assume you both make good wages. Why are you dressed in rags?”
“Mike is not very tall. He got picked on a lot in school, and I try to make up for it, but he gets so jealous. I tell him that I’m not having an affair, but he never believes me. I let him dress me every morning, and this is the outfit he picks out. I don’t know how else to prove to him that I love him. He blames me for being unfaithful and here he is showing me someone else’s cock. To be honest, at this point I’m past caring.”
“I see. Would you like to see your wife used by another man?”
“Mmmmm uh.”
“Michael Jones! Don’t you mmmm uh, me! After all the times you sat there and accused me of cheating on you, that’s what you wanted me to do?”
“Would that get you hard, Mr. Jones?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Mrs. Jones, obviously, this is your husband’s ploy to watch you service another man. Does he do this often?”
“No, he usually makes fun of me and calls me names.”
“Mrs. Jones, if you’re willing to do the honors. I’ll grant Michael his request.”
She bit down on her lower lip and unzipped Liam’s dark blue, cotton-blend slacks.
“Oh my god, you’re so much bigger than him.”
“Reba! Don’t you dare say such a thing when I can’t defend myself!”
Reba didn’t hear her husband. Instead, she slowly jacked Mr. Hammer’s lengthy member, panting as she ired its heft and rigidity, sniffing his lingering, sophisticated scent.
“I can smell the cedar from your body wash,” she said, breathing in deeply.
She happily lapped at its head with her broad flat tongue, scooping up a thick, wet drop of pre-cum, savoring the taste.
“Surely you’re erect by now, Mr. Jones.”
“Kind of, I mean, it’s working.”
“Working? You really are pathetic, Mr. Jones. Sitting like a little boy in my office while your wife humiliates herself, trying to turn you on. Maybe she should get her tits out?”
“Oh, yeah,” said Mike, franticly stroking his limp dick. “Make her pull those fucking big tits out.”
“Big? How about broken? Do you want your wife to wrap her ruined tits around my dick?”
“Uh huh, please.”
When Reba didn’t move fast enough, Liam yanked at her shirt, ripping the buttons away. Her tits weren’t nearly as bad as Liam made them out to be. In fact, they were wonderful. Naturally large and soft with huge areolas and thick nipples, but it seemed to turn her and her husband on, to hear him say demeaning things about her.
“My shirt!”
“Who gives a fuck? Michael will buy you another one at the secondhand store.”
Reba demurely nodded her head, picking up her warm, long tits by their thick bulbous ends and rubbed them on Liam’s hard shaft.
“That’s how you take charge of a woman, Mike. Do you wear the pants in your house? I don’t even think you do. Aren’t you hard yet?”
“It kinda tingled when you ripped her shirt and talked shit about her.”
“So that’s how it is? Tell your wife to spread for me.”
“Reba, uh, honey. Uh, would you um.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Michael, of course I will. When I got up this morning I said, I hope today is the day my husband asks me to spread for a man I’ve never met.”
“No underwear Mrs. Jones?”
“No. My jealous husband won’t let me wear underwear. He wants to check my pussy any time of day. Isn’t that right, honey?”
“I can see why you worry, Michael. Your wife is a pure slut. She’s soaking wet just from sucking my dick,” said Liam, smacking her pussy with his erection.
“All the talk about big cocks made my pussy gush,” she said, discovering she loved the thought of being owned by an enormous cock.
“Shut up Reba! I don’t want to look at you. Turn your ugly ass around and I’ll fuck you like a dog.”
Without comment, Reba bent over, her massive tits hanging down like saggy udders. She placed her hands on the arms of an office chair so she could scowl at her husband as he played with his worthless wiener.
“Are you sure you’ve got a big dick, Mike? I mean, Reba here feels plenty tight to me. You do fuck her, right? Aren’t you hard yet? Maybe I should fuck her like the slut she is.”
Liam grabbed Reba’s hair and roughly shoved his extremely long, thick cock into her wooly pussy, making her big boobs clap together, adding a new sound to the moaning and wet slapping of sex play.
“That’s it, fuck her like a bitch,” Mike yelled when Liam smacked Reba’s splotchy ass cheek.
“Ahhhnn… oooooh… ahhhnn… oooooh,” she grunted, in time to the slow deep fucking that bottomed out on every stroke.
“What a fucking slut! She’s cumming already, Michael. I can feel it. She loves getting treated like a cheating whore with her tight pussy, milking my cock, begging me to cum inside her. Oh, it looks like watching another man fucking your wife finally got you hard. You are a cuckold, Michael.”
Just as Liam said those words, Mike hopped up and came in his wife’s face.
“Damn it Michael! You got that shit in my eyes. You mother fucking bastard!”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. As soon as he said, ‘You are a cuckold,’ I had to cum.”
“Well, I guess I better get this over with or you’ll go limp and I’ll never get you two out of my office. Reba play with yourself,” said Liam, pulling out mid stroke and petting her ass like a good girl.
Without hesitation, Reba stuffed her fingers inside her hole as she eagerly kissed and lapped at Liam’s huge wet dick now bobbing in her face.
“See Michael. He’s at least a couple of inches longer than you, and I can’t even guess how much thicker. No matter what you think, you don’t have the world’s largest dick, Michael,” she said, in between gasps and kisses.
“Say uncle, Mr. Jones,” said Liam, fucking Reba’s mouth with the tip of his cock.
“What?”
“I won, you lost. I am the boss of you, Mr. Jones. So say uncle, and be on your way.”
“But, but.”
“What now, Mr. Jones? It took you all morning to get it up, and you shot your load in seconds. Our agreement was that if your wife said my cock was bigger, I can use her for sex, and I’m not finished yet.”
“But.”
“Oh, you want to watch some more? Fine, sit there. No, not on the chair, get on the floor. If you’re going to act childish, I’m going to treat you like a child, Mikey. Lay on your back and stick your head right between your dear mommy’s legs.”
Liam waited until Mike was in place before slowly sliding his hard dick back inside Reba. She mewled loudly. Obediently masturbating herself into an orgasmic puddle as Liam fucked her hard.
“Here it comes. Are you ready, Mikey?”
“Yes please,” he said, lying at Liam’s feet, tugging at his useless dick, hungrily watching Reba get fucked from between her knocked knees.
Liam unloaded inside her. Rope after rope of jism filled her until it trickled out.
“Now, beg for it, Mikey. Beg for mommy to feed you a well-fucked pussy.”
“Feed me, babe.”
“No Mikey! You’re a fucking immature little shit! Beg mommy to feed you!”
“Please mommy, feed me. I’ve been a good boy.”
Reba squatted, planting her swollen pussy right in Mike’s face. Liam returned his massive cum covered cock to Reba’s eager mouth.
“Eat it! Now swallow. You too, Michael… Good boy. Now get this straight, both of you. You two obey me. You’re my submissive little couple. Mikey, you will parade Reba in my office and report to me every day. I will inspect her to see if she looks good enough and acts submissive enough to be my cum dump. If so, I will let you watch. Every day, Reba, you’ll tell your husband continuously how you love being my slut and how much you enjoy finally getting fucked by a big dick. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And Mike everyday you’ll clean out her pussy like the good little bitch you are. Do you understand? One more thing and this is important. Your dick is to never touch Reba again.”
Liam watched Mike nod his head under his wife’s ass.
“To be honest, Michael, I’ve made most of my money as a stage hypnotist. I had a residency in Las Vegas, but there’s no retirement plan from gig work. I normally fuck porn stars, not housewives. But, we’re a long way from sin city. That’s how I met your friend, Mark Simms. We were working on a porn-shoot together. He told me about you, Reba, and the new position at I. True, maybe you’re a little longer than him, but he’s a six-feet-three bodybuilder with zero body fat. He fucks porn stars in pairs. I’m doing this to teach you a lesson in respect. As long as I’m fucking her, you’ll make sure she gets an allowance for clothes, makeup, and hair. From now on, Reba, I want you to show off what a hot slut should look like, understand? You are a total and complete slut. You’re my slut to use or share as I please. Tonight, Michael, you will buy Reba some quality clothes and get her hair styled. I want my slut to look hot. Tomorrow, you’ll bring her back to me looking hot with some lube. I want to try out her asshole. You’ll beg to watch me use your woman, like the little cuckold bitch that you are, so you can eat my cum straight from her greasy asshole. Everyone got that? Everyone together now, I’m going to count to three and you will go about the rest of your day, and do as you’re told. One, two, three…” (snap)