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Tommy and I got back late on a Saturday. Alex met us at the shop.
“How was the trip?” Alex asked.
“It was good, boss,” Tommy said, “and thanks for the accommodations in Seattle. That was great.”
Alex smiled and said, “no problem.”
“Alex, Tommy and I are going to try dating. You know, just us two.” I said to Alex.
“That’s great Jesse! I’m happy for you two. You know, I need help in payroll. I’ve been meaning to ask if you wanted to try something else. You can maybe ride with Tommy on some trips, if you want.” Alex said.
Tommy had been worried about how Alex would take the news, but I wasn’t. I knew Alex would be excited for me. I also knew he hated me being on the assistant schedule. It also meant that Alex could bring home ABBA’s greatest hits whenever he wanted.
Tommy was from Gatlinburg. He had 10 acres and a house out there. He was couch surfing here. Alex told him to pack his stuff and move in with us. Locking up the yard, Alex noticed Russell’s rig was missing. He couldn’t get ahold of Russell. Russell was still on personal time. He reported it missing to the Police.
Ocean Shore Church broadcasts its Service all over the Carolinas. Reverend Calvin’s Sermon was a two hour attack on Senator Charles Rumghaud. The Reverend had even setup a Political Action Committee dedicated to the removal of Senator Charles Rumghaud from public life. Local news talked about little else for the next few days.
I told Tommy and Alex about what happened with the Reverend and the Senator. They were both upset about it. Alex called his uncle and begged him to leave me alone, but he got nowhere with him. Alex was very upset with himself that he had not been able to protect me. Tommy felt bad that I was alone and hadn’t told anyone about it for a couple weeks. I was less troubled by what happened and more worried about what could happen in the future. The best outcome would be for it just to go away, but that outcome didn’t seem likely.
The Reverend accused Senator Charles of several scandals and indecencies in a press conference on Tuesday. Most were in regards to campaign finance and some road construction projects in which he sat on the planning committee. All of these construction projects just happened to go over land that he owned. Land that was sold to the State for far beyond what it was worth.
The Police came by and checked the shop. There weren’t any signs of a break in, it looked like whoever took the truck had keys. Nobody could reach Russell. He wasn’t home, and there was no answer on the company mobile installed in the truck.
Tommy was watching the news one day when we saw the truck on a Breaking News segment. The truck was crashed into a house in Tampa Florida. There were reports of an active shooter and hostage situation at the house. Moselle Trucking became a talking point on every national news outlet in the country that night.
The hostage defne escort situation lasted for six hours. Russell shot at and injured two police officers, but they would go on to fully recover. Russell pledged his undying love for Jeff Johnson and charged at multiple police offices while pointing a handgun. He was taken out. It was ruled suicide by cop. The Johnson family, Jeff, his wife, and their two kids, were fine. Jeff told the news that he had played football with Russell in High School. That he was unaware of Russell’s feelings for him, and Russell had demanded that Jeff leave his family to be with him.
The news quickly started to run reports of Moselle being a gay owned and operated trucking company. It was also alleged that Moselle provided male escorts for the drivers. Police released a video to the press that was found in the truck. It was of Russell pretending to rape someone dressed in a football jersey that said Johnson. Thankfully it has heavily blurred and I had a helmet on in the video, but it didn’t look good for Moselle Trucking. Alex suspended operations after all of our customers cancelled their contracts. Alex hoped to restart after everything calmed down.
Tommy, Alex, and I moved to Tommy’s property outside of Gatlinburg. This would allow us to let our guard down a little. There were too many reporters at home. It was nice to be in the mountains. Any time away from the treacherous South Carolina heat was always welcome. It was also a good time to reflect. I had only been sexually actively for a couple years, but I had already accumulated twenty sexual partners. I could at least remember every dick. More than half of these people were strangers. The rest were my boyfriend, best friend, coworkers, Pastor, and best friend’s Uncle. Videos of me having sex were sold to strangers. I had been tied up and fucked, fucked in porn theaters, fucked in public, fucked in private, spanked, gangbanged, and assaulted. I had helped several men live out their fantasies. It dawned on me that I wasn’t even going after my own.
That was the problem, though. What were my fantasies? I knew what I was attracted to. I liked men. I liked masculine men. I’m attracted to confidence. I’m attracted to men older than me. I was attracted to thoughtfulness. I prefer my partner to be circumcised. I loved the musky smell of a sweaty man. I liked men with average to bigger sized cocks. But what was I into? I cannot top. My hormone therapy was balanced a little better now. I was able to at least get partially hard, but I have no interest in being on top. I tried it once.
I had to take over for another haul boy who came down with the flu. This assistant mostly dealt with the drivers who were bottoms. Alex gave me a bag that he said might help me. The drivers name was Paul.
Paul was very effeminate, he was more effeminate than me. He also loved ABBA. I could not fathom demetevler escort how Alex thought I could make this work. A bottom only Femboy with a bottom only gay-boi. Paul sucked my limp little dick with everything he had. I got on top of him in sixty-nine and had better luck getting him hard.
“Get hard and fuck me, baby.” Paul moaned.
I looked in the bag that Alex gave me. Inside were a a few dildos and a strap-on harness. I put on the strap on and got behind Paul with the biggest dildo in the bag. I lubed it up and fucked his bubble butt. Paul moaned as I rammed that plastic dick in and out of his boi hole. I really just wanted him to hurry up and cum. It was hard for me to do that without feeling ridiculous, and I didn’t want to laugh and make Paul feel bad. I would use the strap-on again one more time with Paul on that trip, but I told Alex I couldn’t do that anymore.
I had done a lot of kinky stuff with Mark. Actually, almost all of the kinky stuff was with Mark. Mark was an exhibitionist and loved getting caught. Mark would buy me clothes to wear. Short cut offs and short skirts. Mark would get hotels for our breaks sometimes. We would go into the city in cabs.
Mark and I once finished eating at a restaurant. Mark walked me up the alley next to the restaurant. Pushed me against a brick wall, hiked up my skirt, and speared my ass in broad daylight. Some people stopped to look. Some people took pictures. Some people walked on by. Mark pulled out and came on my face so I could walk down the street with cum on my face. Mark has fucked me in several regular movie theaters. He wouldn’t pick an empty aisle. He always made sure the movie was rated R so there wouldn’t be kids. He also liked to fuck me in adult theaters. Mark would hand out catalogs of his videos afterwards so the guys could buy tapes of me being sodomized. I didn’t enjoy those things the way Mark did. I had some fun, but not enough to do any of that on my own.
I knew that I liked the spanking Tommy gave me. I suggested to Tommy we should explore light domination. Tommy agreed that we could try it out. Alex had taken off for a few weeks to visit friends in California. We had Tommy’s house to ourselves. I watched Tommy work in the field, getting everything back to how it used to be. His sweaty muscles glistened in the sun. I wore a black g string with black thigh length stockings and a garter belt. My small boobs were in a matching bra. Tommy walked through the door. I stopped him once inside. I kneeled down and removed his boots and socks. I then helped him out if his pants and boxers.
“May I suck your cock, sir?” I said looking up at Tommy.
“You may.” Tommy said.
Tommy smelled like sweat, locker room, wood chips, and a grassy field. I took Tommy’s long cock into my mouth. I worked him into my throat and throated his monster. Tommy moaned and groaned as his demirözü escort tool disappeared and reappeared from mouth. Tommy grabbed my face and pulled his cock from my greedy mouth.
“I want you to give me a shower.” Tommy said, sternly.
I led Tommy to the master bathroom and started the shower. I removed his shirt and got naked. In the shower, I washed Tommy with my tongue before wiping him with soap. Head to toe I licked and washed Tommy. Paying close attention to penis. I resumed sucking Tommy’s beautiful penis while the warm water rained on us.
Tommy pulled out again and helped me to my feet. Tommy got on his knees behind me, and licked me with his tongue. I was in pure ecstasy as he probed and licked my hole. Tommy replaced his tongue with his hard cock. He fucked me as I stood, leaned against the shower wall. He probed my depths, sending us both into wild orgasms.
I rinsed us both off and dried Tommy with a towel. I dried his hair, clipped his finger and toe nails, and helped me get dressed. I put a small apron on my naked body and cooked meatloaf and mashed potatoes with steamed broccoli for dinner.
Tommy worked in the field again the next day. I cleaned the living room and kitchen. I made Tommy a sandwich for lunch. I knew Tommy was walking towards the house so I got in our bed and lubed a large toy up. I pushed the dildo inside of me and let it vibrate. It felt good pulsing inside of me and I moaned as my little girl cock stood at half mast. Tommy walked in the door and shook his head.
“What are you doing?” Tommy said.
With a grin I said, “Masturbating.”
“Are you supposed to pleasure yourself without asking permission?” Tommy asked, annoyed.
I turned the vibrator to max and said, “No.”
“I got a lot of work to do today, Jesse. And now this?” Tommy asked as he took off his belt and sat on the edge of the bed, “Come on. You know what to do.”
I pulled the toy out of my rectum and laid across Tommy’s lap. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans. The belt came down across my little ass hard with a loud bcrack.
“Ow!” I shouted.
“Oh there’s more of that coming, baby.” Tommy said.
Tommy was still doing his best to be more dominant in our relationship. It wasn’t a natural fit for him, but he improved each day. He had the spanking part down great. He enjoyed being dominant. He enjoyed me as a submissive. I enjoyed being his submissive. He and I, together, were both learning and becoming more comfortable in our roles.
The belt swat me two more times. “What’s the count?” Tommy asked.
“Three! Sir!” I screamed.
The belt crashed again on my tender cheeks, causing me to yell, “Four! Sir!”
I received thirty hard lashes that day. Tommy placed a chastity cage on my little cock and forbid me from having an orgasm until the next night. The punishment excited him. He had me suck his cock until he emptied his balls in my mouth. I couldn’t wait until when I could finally cum. Being spanked and controlled by Tommy had me the rest of that day and all of the next. Tommy toyed with me and teased me. He drew it out as long as he could before he relented and pounded an earth shattering orgasm out of me the next night.
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