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Chapter 14
With a straight face that disguised his disgust, Jimmy sat on the carpet licking his lips.
Red smirked down at the wimp and shifted in his favorite easy chair. "How's my cum taste this morning, pansy?"
"Um, delicious, sir."
"As usual?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Ah, yes, that's my little faggoty pansy." Red scratched his balls. "Now, hand me that newspaper over there — as we say in the lumber business: I gotta go drop off a few logs, and I can't shi-t without reading the paper, you know."
Jimmy stood and retrieved the copy of the Millville Daily Record from the foyer. The old man snatched the paper from his subordinate and ambled toward the bathroom whistling 'Molly Malone.'
The taste of Red's spooge was still strong, even after Jimmy had worked up all the saliva he could to try to wash it away, so the wimp headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. When he opened the door, he flinched when he encountered the gaunt woman who'd briefly poked her head through the entranceway a few weeks earlier.
The dirty-faced creature was busy at the stove, and when she saw Jimmy she also recoiled. "What ... what are you doing in here? P-please, sir, you need to leave — my brother will ki-ll me."
"Your brother?" Jimmy searched the woman's sad eyes. "Um, Red's your brother? What's your name? I'm Jimmy Dombrowski."
"You need to go, please, I'm begging you, before my brother sees us talking."
"S-sorry. I'll go. Um, nice to meet you."
The woman said nothing in return so Jimmy eased the door shut and skulked back to the living room. Something about the lady had scared the shi-t out of him; she was so pitiful, so downtrodden, so scared. It was like looking into a mirror.
As soon as Jimmy had regained his spot on the carpet near Red's chair, the old man called from the bathroom: "Hey, pansy — get your pimply-faced, ugly little ass in here if you want to make some extra moolah for that beautiful wife of yours."
With a sigh, Jimmy headed toward the sound of Red's voice, wondering what demeaning new act the perverted mogul had cooked up this time. When he got to the bathroom he found Red bent over the sink, wiggling has fat ass back and forth.
"I just took a shi-t that would sink the Lusitania — there's an extra two grand in it for ya if you lick me bunghole clean."
Jimmy staggered backward. "I-I ... s-sorry, sir, I can't do that, sir."
"Oh, well, that's not good news, now is it? Is the wifey home? I think I'll give 'er a ring — she'll be wanting to know that you're turning down a chance to make a quick two thou."
"S-sir, why are you doing this? W-why do you always want me to ... to do all these nasty things?"
"Nasty?" Red arched an eyebrow. "I take offense to that, pansy. You ate my boogers — who's the nasty one?"
"I-I don't know, sir. I mean, I come here every Saturday and do whatever you want. Why ... why do you have to keep hum-iliating me like this?"
Red's eyes twinkled. "Because you need to learn who you are, you ugly little shi-t. I'm so disappointed in you. Here, you had been making so much progress, and now you start with all this blarney. Why am I so mean to you? Because you're a pansy, and you deserve it. Now, what should I do here? Should I go ahead and wipe my own arse and call the missus — or are you gonna do your duty and lick me booty?"
"S-sir ... I ... p-please, I—"
"Ah, I get it. You still think you have dignity, when we both know you don't. What did I tell you, pansy? Your problems come from when you run from your true self. Has your marriage been better since you've accepted who you are? Has it? Has Nicole ever been happier? Your mom was right, you know — if you don't make your wife happy, you're nothing but a miserable piece of shi-t."
Jimmy's jaw dropped. "Did ... did Nicole tell you about my mom?"
"Nah, pansy, haven't you figured it out by now?" He chortled. "Red knows about everything — including the time when you were nine when you walked in on your mom and that big, mean man in the bedroom. And they both laughed at you because you pissed your pants."
Jimmy gasped. "How ...? I-I've never told anyone about that — even Nicole."
Red clapped one hand over his left eye. "I have the vision, you little shi-t, that's all you need to know. Now ... are you gonna lick my ass clean like a good little pansy, or do you want to go back to square one — with your life, your marriage, everything? Because your wife is NOT gonna be happy when she finds out you turned down five thousand dollars."
"F-five thousand?"
"Yeah, I upped the ante, just for you — because you're so special to me, Jimmy." Red leaned over the sink and shook his ass again. "Come on, pansy. Use that little silver tongue of yours to soothe Red's tired, ol' bunghole."
Hating himself from the depths of his soul, Jimmy knelt behind the lumber baron, closed his eyes and conjured up images of the previous World Series, when Oakland had defeated Los Angeles. As his tongue touched fetid flesh, Jimmy tried to think about home runs and stolen bases. It didn't work — after just three licks, he gagged, bolted across the bathroom and puked in the toilet, which hadn't been flushed. Being so close to Red's fe-ces made the little wimp retch even more violently.
Red threw his head back and cackled. "I guess we can go ahead and count that — although you're gonna need a stronger stomach, pansy." He unrolled a wad of Charmin, finished wiping his ass and stuck the shi-t-caked toilet paper to Jimmy's forehead before strolling out of the bathroom whistling "If I Only Had a Heart" from "The Wizard of Oz."
Jimmy stayed on his hands and knees sobbing for a good ten minutes before flushing the toilet. He washed the po-op off his forehead and gargled five times with the Listerine Red kept on the shelf under the sink. Gritting his teeth, he stared into the mirror.
"Nicole's going to be so happy. Nicole's going to be so happy. Nicole's going to be so happy. She might even let you lick her pussy. Don't think about Red, dude — think about five thousand dollars. Five fucking thousand dollars. Plus, the other five hundred. Fifty-five hundred, fifty-five hundred, fifty-five hundred ... Nicole's going to be so happy. Nicole's going to be so happy. Nicole's going to be so happy ..."
After working up the courage to exit the bathroom, Jimmy approached Red, who was kicked back in his chair reading the Daily Record's financial section.
"Did you have a nice conversation with my sister, pansy?" the old man asked without lifting his eyes from the newspaper.
"I ... uh, I ..."
Red frowned. "Well, I hope it was worth it, because you just licked my ass clean for nothing. You're not getting a dime. I'm sorry to say, but I'm done with you, Jimmy. I was mistaken — you're not the pansy I was looking for, after all. You can leave now, and don't come back. The money train's over."
Icy panic shot through Jimmy's arteries. "Sir, I ... I'm sorry. I was thirsty and went to get some water—"
"And you talked to Shannon. You shouldn't have done that. Now, LEAVE!"
Wondering how he was going to break the terrible news to Nicole, Jimmy took two steps toward the door before stopping in his tracks. With tears streaming down his cheeks, he turned around, sank to his knees and clasped his hands in front of him.
"Sir, please, I'm begging you, PLEASE let me keep serving you. I ... I didn't mean to talk to your sister, and I promise I'll never talk to her again ... um, sir. Please, sir, I'm begging you."
Red tittered. "I like to see a little pansy on his knees. So, you really want to serve ol' Red, do ya?"
"Please, sir, yes. I ... I don't want to go back to how things were. Please, sir?"
The old man rubbed his chin with one eye closed for a full minute before breaking his silence: "Tell you what: I'll go ahead and give you the five grand for cleaning me bunghole, plus your usual five hundred — but you gotta give me a freebie." He picked his nose for several seconds before his forefinger emerged from his nostril with a huge, slimy booger attached to it. Red wiggled the dirty digit. "Beg for it, pansy."
"Uh, please can I eat your booger, sir? Please sir? I ... I love the taste of your boogers, sir."
Red flashed a smug, satisfied smile. "Sure, thing, pansy — it's good to have ya back. Bon appétit!"
Jimmy sucked Red's finger clean and managed to croak, "T-thank you, sir."
"No problem, pansy. Now, grab that coffee can off the shelf there and bring it to ol' Red, would ya?"
Fighting the urge to puke a second time, Jimmy complied and watched Red peel the plastic top off the Maxwell House can, revealing what appeared to be tens of thousands of dollars in cash. Red counted out fifty-five hundred bucks and tossed the money on the carpet.
"Before you pick that up, look me in the eye and tell me you're a little pansy bitch with absolutely no self-respect whatsoever."
"Um, sir, I'm ... I'm a little pansy bitch with no self-respect, sir."
"Are you a booger-eater?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you lick shi-t out of people's assholes if the price is right, pansy?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Did you let Mike take over your marriage? Does he fuck your wife anytime he wants to, while you feel lucky that he lets you lick her pussy and clean his cock when he's done? Do you get turned on by it?"
Jimmy bowed his head. "Yes, sir," he whispered.
"Are you a little toady who does whatever his wife and her boyfriend tell you to do?"
"Um, yes, sir."
"Does it make that tiny little dick hard when you think about being their slave?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do they treat you like shi-t? Like you're their inferior?"
"Yes, sir."
"And yet, you say you don't want to go back to how things were." Red chuckled. "So, tell me — what does that make you?"
Jimmy knew what the old coot wanted to hear: "I-I'm a pansy, sir. I was born a pansy, and it's my job to be everybody's little bitch, sir."
"Hot dog! It's soooo nice to have you back, pansy." Red nodded toward the door. "You can go now. Not a word about Shannon to anyone — you hear?"
"No, sir, I won't say anything, sir."
"You better not, you ugly little piece of donkey shi-t. I'll know if you say anything — and if you do, I swear before St. Patrick's testicles and Molly McGuire's diseased pubic hairs, I'll not only cut off your money supply, I'll pay a hitman to have your skinny little ass snuf-fed out. You hear me, pansy?"
"Um, y-yes, sir, I promise, I won't say a word, sir."
"You better not. Bye, now. Toodeloo!"
Jimmy stumbled out of the crazy man's mansion toward his Gremlin, trembling from head to toe. On the drive home, he couldn't bring himself to look in the rearview mirror, because he knew if he got a glimpse into his tor-tured soul he'd break down sobbing and possibly wreck the car. Instead, Jimmy focused on how happy Nicole was going to be when he brought home more than ten times the amount of cash she was expecting — but then, as always, he realized he'd have to explain why he'd earned the extra dough.
"What difference does it make? It's not like she has any respect for you anyway. Dude, she watched you cum without touching yourself while Red was fucking you in the ass — anything you tell her isn't going to make her think any less of you than she already does. Now, try to focus on the positives: Things have never been better between you and Nicole. You might even get a chance to lick her pussy soon. You've never had such a fulfilling sex life, have you? Of course not. You get to lick her three, four times a week, sometimes more. Think about that, man — forget about Red and his crazy shi-t. Put it behind you."
Jimmy's thoughts then drifted to the sad woman in the kitchen.
"Red said her name was Shannon. What is it about her that makes you feel so fucking icy inside? And why is Red so weird about her? It's like he doesn't want his sister to even exist. Dude, just stop, okay? Stop thinking about that lady — Red obviously doesn't want you having anything to do with her, so you'd best put her out of your mind if you don't want to fuck up this gravy train. Concentrate on the positive. You've already made more than thirteen thousand dollars in a little more than a month. You've got more than enough for a nice downpayment on a house now."
As hard as he tried, Jimmy couldn't confine his thoughts to positive things.
"How the fuck did that asshole know about the time I peed my pants? Only three people in the world knew that — my mom, her boyfriend, James, who died a year later, and me. Maybe Red really is the devil. Who would've thought that Satan would turn out to be some fat, gay, Irish factory owner with no manners and a freckle on the end of his dick?
When Jimmy pulled onto Marlene's street, he saw Mike's Corvette in her driveway, as usual. With his excitement mounting, Jimmy parked and hurried into the house — and was greeted by the sight of his wife and her lover necking on the couch with their clothing half-removed.
The amorous couple untangled when Jimmy walked into the room, his little boner stirring in his pants.
"Everything go okay at Red's?" Nicole pushed a strand of hair from her eyes.
"Um, yeah. I, um, got a bonus" Jimmy mumbled. "Uh, f-five grand."
"Oh, my gawd, five GRAND!?" Nicole pumped her fist. "Fuck, yes! Fantastic job, Jimmy! You're really raking it in!"
Mike smirked. "Uh-oh, Pee-Wee — what did the old pervert have you do this time?"
"He, um, he ..." Jimmy shuffled his feet and jammed his hands in his hip pockets. "He had me ... lick his butt clean after he ... um, crapped."
"Ewwwwwww!" Nicole and Mike screeched simultaneously. They glanced at each other with disgusted-but-amused expressions, then turned their attention back to their wimpy servant.
"I hope you used mouthwash." Nicole curled her lip.
"I ... I did. A bunch of times. With Listerine."
Wordlessly, Nicole held out her hand, palm facing upward. Jimmy knew what his wife wanted so he dug in his pocket and produced the money he'd earned. The smirky wife took the bills from her hubby and counted them with a glint in her eye.
Mike grinned. "Nice job, Pee-Wee. Red's giving you all these bonuses — sounds like you're really keeping him happy."
"T-thanks. He, uh, seems to be pretty happy." Jimmy purposely didn't say anything about the flap over Red's sister — and he didn't plan on mentioning Red's sister at all, because he knew the clairvoyant bastard would know if he did.
"You're really doing great, Jimmy," Nicole said.
"T-thanks."
Mike pointed. "Aw, look, babe — the little guy's got another boner."
Nicole sighed. "Well, I'm sorry, Jimmy — Ma want shopping with Dottie, so we were gonna have you join us downstairs. But not now."
Jimmy's heart sank. "B-but ... w-why?"
"Are you kidding?" Nicole sniffed. "You just licked Red's ass after he took a shi-t — no offense, but I don't want that tongue anywhere near me. Not for a couple of days, anyway."
Mike chuckled. "Sorry, Pee-Wee, but I agree with Nikki. You can do your little cleanup thing in a few days after the germs are all gone. Why don't you go ahead and wash the Vette while me and Nicole take care of business downstairs? M'kay?"
Jimmy gulped. "Um, y-yeah, okay. Sorry."
"That's all right, you did good," Nicole said. "I don't mean to be a bitch, but that's just nasty. You know?"
"S-sure, Nicole, I understand. I'm sorry." Jimmy bit his lip, trying to hide how crestfallen he was that he wouldn't be allowed to participate in their romp.
Mike stroked Nicole's hair. "When you're done washing the car, go ahead and get to the bar early — they're delivering Hamm's and Black Label today, so you can get those cases to the basement early before the Saturday night rush."
"Um, okay," Jimmy murmured.
"Have fun, Pee-Wee!" Nicole giggled as her downtrodden hubby plodded from the room.
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Chapter 15
Missouri's tax code contained tricky language although Jimmy noted with a smile that Illinois offered tantalizing loopholes for franchises.
After spending hours poring over microfilm and other reference material at the Millville Public Library, the Sitting Bull Bar & Grill executive assistant learned more than he'd ever wanted to know about out-of-state ordinances and statutes. He took copious notes before driving to his boss's condo to report his findings.
Mike answered Jimmy's knock wearing only gym shorts, putting his muscles on full display. "Hey, Pee-Wee, what'cha got?" He sauntered to the couch and plopped down. "Are Missouri and Illinois going to work?"
Jimmy stood before the reclining bar owner and read his report aloud. When the wimp was finished, Mike scrunched up his eyebrows.
"So, Missouri's code is that confusing? Shi-t, I was hoping we could put a Sitting Bull in the St. Louis market."
"Well, yeah, Missouri is confusing but not impossible to figure out." Jimmy shrugged. "You just have to take a couple extra steps when you get started, and then stay on top of things, because there are all kinds of changes you have to do, depending on how much profit you make each year."
"Well, that's where you'll come in, Pee-Wee." Mike grinned. "You're doing a great job — and not just with the bar stuff, either."
"Uh, t-thanks."
"Seriously, Nikki says she's never been happier in her life."
"Um ... me neither, to be honest."
Mike nodded. "Yeah, it's a strange little thing we've got going here. I never thought I'd end up in a relationship like this, but life's funny sometimes, huh?"
"Um, er, yeah." Jimmy adjusted his pants so Mike wouldn't see his growing boner.
The alpha male didn't notice — he was too busy frowning at his messy condo. "Listen, Pee-Wee, why don't you spruce this place up a little before everyone gets here? Grab me a brewski first."
"Um, okay."
Mike smirked at his subordinate. "Is that how you're supposed to address me in private, Pee-Wee?"
"Um, sorry — yes, sir!"
The eager little sub hopped into action, serving Mike's beer before flitting around the condo cleaning while his master chilled on the couch watching TV.
Jimmy was on his knees scrubbing the toilet when Nicole, Marlene and Mike's mo-ther Dottie filed through the front doorway lugging armfuls of bags from their shopping excursion.
Marlene spotted Jimmy and scoffed. "Looks like you've found your true calling, Numb-Nuts — cleaning toilets. Out of the way, I need to get in here."
Nicole snapped her fingers. "See what everyone wants to dri-nk and then take the tags off everything. I want ice water."
"Yes, Ma'am," Jimmy replied as was now required whenever they were alone or 'among family,' per Red's suggestion that Nicole and Mike solidify their dominance over their slave by requiring such formalities. The war hero and his lady were eager to please their rich benefactor so they immediately implemented the rule.
After serving dri-nks, Jimmy sat on the floor at his wife's feet going through each bag and removing tags from garments while his superiors relaxed and chatted. When Jimmy pulled a red negligée from one of the bags, Nicole snatched it from him and held to her bosom before turning to her boyfriend flashing a smoldering pout.
"What do you think, baby?" She batted her eyelashes.
Mike whistled. "Damn, girl!" He scooted closer on the couch and kissed his lady.
Marlene chuckled. "Get a room, you two."
Dottie lit a cigarette. "Pee-Wee, I still don't understand what you're getting out of all this. I mean, ain't it kind of embarrassing? Your wife cheats on you, and instead of trying to stop it, you follow them around like a little puppy-dog?"
"Nah, he likes it." Nicole waved her hand. "I don't really understand it, either, but like Red always says, some people are just meant to be ... you know —"
"—little bitches," Mike finished, prompting laughter all 'round.
Dottie took a drag from her Kent. "Well, I don't get it. Where I come from, men fight for their women."
"Fight?!" Marlene jeered. "This little twerp couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag. Look at your s-on — he'd kick the shi-t out of him."
"Be nice, Ma." Nicole chortled.
"Nah, I'd never hurt Pee-Wee." Mike leaned down and ruffled Jimmy's hair. "We're best friends, ain't we?"
"Um ... yes, sir."
Nicole fired up a Virginia Slim. "Tell Dottie what you get out of this, Pee-Wee."
Jimmy squirmed. "I ... I dunno."
"Well, I know." Marlene sniffed. "You're a little Nancy Boy who gets off being treated like a bitch."
Dottie blew smoke toward her s-on's supplicant. "So, are you one of those guys who likes being tied up and whipped?"
"Um, no, Ma'am." Jimmy cracked his knuckles. "I-I don't know. It's just ... well, I love Nicole, and I know Mike loves her, too, and this way she doesn't have to choose—"
Nicole sneered. "Bullshi-t, you're not just doing this for me — you love this! Tell Dottie how you came in your pants without touching yourself when you were holding the antenna."
Dottie tittered. "Marlene told me about that. So, you actually like being treated mean? Instead of getting turned on by fucking a woman like most guys do, you get turned on when people are mean to you?"
"Um, yes, Ma'am, I guess so."
"Well, then, shi-t, come on over here." Dottie held up her cigarette, which had a long ash. "Cup your hands."
"The hell with that, Dottie — put it in his mouth," Marlene suggested.
Dottie smirked at her old friend. "Seriously?"
"Sure, he'll love it — won't you, Numb-Nuts?"
"Um, yes, Ma'am."
"Then get your skinny little ass over here," Dottie said. "Bend down and open your mouth."
Jimmy complied and Dottie tapped the ash down the little wimp's gullet. Overcome by the power rush, the old lady spat down Jimmy's throat, causing her companions to bust out laughing.
"Damn, Dottie, you always were a crazy one," Marlene snickered. "Imagine telling the girls at Bingo about this stuff."
"What can I say? It's fun being mean to the little bastard — since he likes it anyway." Without warning, Dottie slapped the shi-t out of Jimmy, who staggered backward holding his cheek.
An uncomfortable silence hung over the room for a few seconds, as though physically assaulting the wimp had perhaps crossed the line — until Marlene hooted and pointed at Jimmy's crotch.
"Look — the Nancy boy's got a little bumpy!"
Jimmy squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered as a wet spot formed on the front of his pants.
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Chapter 16
Nicole and Mike reclined on the sofa playing footsie and watching Jimmy scurry back and forth in the kitchen.
"Did you use that provolone you bought?" Nicole called.
Jimmy popped his head through the doorway. "Yes, Ma'am, and I made sure to pack the mayonnaise separately, too, just like you said, Ma'am."
"Good." Nicole crinkled up her nose. "I hate soggy sandwiches."
"Yes, Ma'am, these will be nice and fresh."
Mike's hand snaked down his woman's back until it rested on her jean-covered ass. The alpha male gave it a squeeze. "Hurry up, Pee-Wee, I'm getting hungry."
"Yes, sir, sorry, I'll be done in just a minute, sir." Jimmy backed away and double-timed it.
Nicole and Mike unlocked limbs and sat up when their servant emerged from the kitchen a few minutes later carrying a picnic basket in one hand and a large bag in the other.
Mike snapped his fingers. "Grab my shoes, Pee-Wee."
"Yes, sir."
Jimmy set the picnic gear on the carpet and retrieved his boss's Converse All-Stars. When the little guy approached with the sneakers, Mike lifted his left foot and cracked his socked toes. Jimmy dropped to his knees and fitted the shoes onto his master's size 13 feet.
Nicole giggled. "You're such a little slave."
"Careful, hon," Mike said as he watched Jimmy tie his shoe. "If you keep teasing him, he's gonna have another accident in his pants."
Nicole scoffed. "I've never heard of anyone who can cum like that without even touching himself."
"It's like he's having wet dreams — and that's proof that he loves being our little bitch, just like Red says." Mike sneered down at Jimmy, who was tying the second shoe. "Do you love being our little bitch, Pee-Wee?"
"Y-yes, sir."
In response, Mike grabbed Jimmy's hair and pulled his face toward his crotch. After swiping the supplicant's nose across the front of his jeans several times, the war hero shoved his charge away and snickered.
"What do you say, bitch?"
"T-thank you, sir."
"No problem, Pee-Wee, you little faggot."
Nicole grinned at her boyfriend. "Watch, I'm gonna make him cum in his pants." She turned to the still-kneeling Jimmy. "If I smack you like Dottie did, are you gonna cum for me, too?"
"Uh, Ma'am ... I don't know; I can't really, um, control, uh, when I—"
SLLLLLLAAAAAAAPPPPP!!!
The blow whipped Jimmy's head to the side and he bent over holding his cheek.
Mike howled. "Damn, girl, I think Red's rubbing off on you! You're mean!"
"You think that's mean? Watch this." Nicole slipped her left tit from her shirt while pinching Jimmy's earlobe with the sharp fingernails on her right hand.
"Ow, ow, please, Ma'am, ow, it hurts!"
"What do you say, Pee-Wee? Does my boob look sexy? Does it? DOES IT?"
"Ow, yes, Ma'am, ow, please, ow, y-y-y-yes, m-maa-m-m-maa-m-maa-maaaaaa'mmmmmm—"
The sight of Nicole's sexy breast combined with her cruelty and Mike's haughty amusement proved too much for Jimmy — with a groan, he shuddered and squirted in his pants, drawing cheers from the two-member audience.
"He shoots — he scores!" Mike slapped five with his lady while smirking down at the red-faced sub. "You're lucky, Pee-Wee — Nikki would've been jealous if you were able to cum for my mom but not her!"
"Um, uh, t-thank you, sir," Jimmy replied as he massaged his ear.
"Don't change clothes," Nicole instructed with a sneer. "We're going to the woods anyway; nobody will see you. Sit in your own cum."
"Damn, girl, you are MEAN!" Mike repeated.
"Like your ma said; it's fun being mean." Nicole tilted her head back and kissed her lover. "But the meaner we are, the more the wuss loves it. Don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Nicole chortled. "All right, Pee-Wee, fun's over, let's get going, I'm hungry too."
With the front of his pants soaking wet, Jimmy rose from his knees and followed his masters out of the house to the new Chrysler Imperial LeBaron Nicole had recently purchased with the money her husband had earned being Red's sex slave. She handed Mike the car keys. "Here, baby, you drive."
Jimmy was blown away by his wife's gesture — there was no way she'd have ever let him drive her car, let alone one she'd just bought home from the lot. It hammered home Nicole's subservience to Mike, the exact opposite of how she'd always interacted with her simp of a husband.
During the trip, Jimmy sat in the backseat amid the picnic gear, stewing in his own spooge, rubbing his throbbing ear and feeling sorry for himself — and turned on at the same time. Mike drove toward the outskirts of town with his hand resting on Nicole's thigh while she leaned her head on his muscular shoulder. Sitting in the back pining for his wife while she cuddled with her lover up front made Jimmy feel both left out and horny.
When they arrived at Cobb's Point, a remote, scenic area overlooking the Golden River, Mike found a parking spot in a clearing. The trio hiked through the woods, with Nicole and Mike holding hands and chatting while Jimmy trailed behind lugging the picnic basket and bag. When the alpha male saw what he deemed the perfect secluded picnic spot, he started barking orders.
"Lay out everything, Pee-Wee and hurry up — I could eat a damn horse. Not there, dumbass — put the blanket in the shade. No, stupid, farther back; that damn shadow will be gone in ten minutes. There ya go. Now, hurry up with that food."
Nicole sidled up to her lover and the couple embraced as they watched their little toady scramble around getting lunch ready.
Jimmy passed out sandwiches before joining his masters on the blanket. The threesome enjoyed a relaxing picnic, discussing various topics that included the pending Sitting Bull expansion. The bar's executive assistant felt important as Nicole and Mike paid close attention to his breakdown of various states' tax codes, and the advantages and disadvantages of putting bar franchises in each market. They asked him several questions and he provided answers that seemed to impress them.
Then, after lunch, things got hot and heavy — and Jimmy was put right back in his place.
Nicole and Mike cuddled on the blanket while the subby hubby stowed the uneaten food. It wasn't long before the amorous couple was making out under the clear blue sky while their servant sat at the foot of the blanket, awaiting further instructions and getting hornier by the minute, despite having just had a no-hands orgasm before leaving Marlene's house.
Mike maneuvered his hand toward Nicole's crotch but found the jeans too tight against her waist to move further. "Pee-Wee, come take these off," the boss-man ordered.
Jimmy hopped up and within seconds he was wiggling his wife's jeans from her hips.
"Panties, too," Mike said between kisses.
Jimmy pulled Nicole's undies down to her knees before she pushed his hands away and finished the job herself. With a giggle, she pulled her panties over her husband's head, adjusting the crotch so that it rested on his nose.
Her eyes twinkled. "What do you say, Pee-Wee?"
Jimmy blinked at his wife through the leg-holes. "Um, t-thank you, Ma'am."
"Tee-hee, he's getting another boner." Nicole pointed.
"Who cares about that little wimp? Come here." Mike pulled his woman onto the blanket and stuck his tongue down her throat. She spread her legs to accept her muscular war hero, and with his jeans still half-on, he sank his cock into her sopping-wet pussy. She rolled her eyes mewed into her lover's mouth.
After breaking their kiss, Nicole hissed at her husband: "Take those damn things off your head and come lick my tit."
With a song in his heart, Jimmy removed the panties and got busy. As his worshiped his wife's nipple, his head rocked back and forth in time with each of Mike's thrusts until the man-mountain released a bellow that echoed through the trees as he shot a massive load of spunk up his girlfriend's birth canal.
The lovers lay on the blanket holding each other and panting for several minutes while Jimmy continued gently licking Nicole's tit. After catching her breath, she stroked her husband's hair. "Get down there."
Within two seconds, Jimmy's face was between his wife's legs. Shuddering, he supped sloppy, salty sex soup.
"How's my cum taste today, Pee-Wee?"
Jimmy lifted his head long enough to say, "wonderful, sir, thank you for letting me eat it, sir."
Mike snorted. "What a little brown-noser."
After Nicole was cleaned up, Jimmy licked Mike's genitals until all the residue from the afternoon picnic fuck resided in the wimp's stomach. Everyone rested for about twenty minutes before Mike suggested they call it a day and go home.
"I've got to pee first," Nicole said. "Jimmy, are there any napkins left over?"
Mike grinned. "Shi-t, just have him lick you clean. In fact, why don't you make him dri-nk it?"
"Ew, you mean pee in his mouth?"
"Sure, why not? Pee-Wee won't mind — will you, Pee-Wee?"
Jimmy gulped. "N-no, sir."
With an impish smile, Nicole ordered Jimmy to lie down in the grass. She squatted over his face and started pissing, spraying his hair, face, neck, chest and shoulders. When she was finished, she lowered her pussy to her husband's mouth. "Lick," she ordered.
Jimmy obeyed while his little peter did The Hustle inside his tightie-whities.
"Did Red ever make you dri-nk his piss?" Mike asked when the milksop was finished licking.
"N-no, sir," Jimmy spluttered, sitting on the grass wiping his face with his hand.
"Well, if he ever does, make sure you get extra money for it." Nicole pulled up her jeans. "That was fun." She waved her hand. "Get all this cleaned up, Pee-Wee, and let's go."
Jimmy policed the picnic site and then followed his masters back to Nicole's LeBaron. The wimp took his place in the backseat while his wife and her boyfriend hopped up front.
Nicole sniffed the air. "Ew, what's that smell?"
Mike chuckled. "It's Jimmy. You pissed on him, remember?"
"Ugh." Nicole turned and shot her husband a glare. "I'm not smelling piss all the way home — you ride in the trunk. And then I want that trunk scrubbed out and disinfected as soon as we get back. You hear?"
"Yes, ma'am," Jimmy mumbled.
Mike shook his head. "Damn, baby, Red is rubbing off on you. Poor Pee-Wee; you put up with a lot of shi-t, don't you, buddy?"
Sniffling, the little guy croaked, "um, yes, sir."
"Enough talking, it fucking stinks in here," Nicole snarled. "Get the hell out — if I puke in my new car, it's gonna be your ass."
"Y-yes, Ma'am." With a sad sigh, Jimmy slid out of the car and plodded toward the trunk, which popped open after Mike hit the button. The little wimp crawled in next to the spare tire and pulled the trunk shut, plunging himself into darkness.
The bumpy ride rattled Jimmy up, down and sideways. He cried all the way home, nursing a lil boner.
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