A Happy Family Predicament Ch. 02

Becky opened the door for Marcus and led him out of the break room. She felt just a little embarrassed about confessing her fantasy to him, but it was true she wanted to experience being a prostitute for one night. Marcus had looked at her like she'd lost her mind. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything.

She felt Marcus put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

Becky turned around to face him, "Look sweetie just forget I said anything to you about it. It's a dangerous fantasy. Besides what price could I fetch anyway... I'm well past my prime." she said looking down at the floor.

Marcus smiled and placed a finger under her chin to make her look at him, "SHIT! At thirty eight you're not past your prime mom. You're still a very foxy lady." he laughed and she blushed at his compliment.

"So I guess this means you'll help me?" Becky asked.

Marcus shrugged, "I'll see what I can do. I mean I still have a few connections and I'm sure I can find a cub or two to take on a sweet cougar like you, mom."

Becky looked at Marcus confused, "Cubs? I'm confused. I thought they were referred to as Johns."

Marcus laughed and rolled his eyes, "Yeah but cubs are younger guys who like to fuck older women."

Becky's blues eyes went wide and she shook her head, "No Way Marcus they have to be at least eighteen years old. I'm not into kids."

He chortled, "Relax mom I got this. You just put your sweet little ass in my hands and I'll take care of everything."

She smirked and raised up on her tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek, "I think I've done that already, Marcus." she chortles.

Marcus lowers his big hands to her ass and and squeezes it firmly. "Hot damn woman your making me want to take you back in that..." Suddenly the door to Ross's office opened and Ross stepped out shaking a man's hand, causing Becky and Marcus to quickly back away from each other.

"I guess their meeting went well." Becky whispered. The man who'd been shaking Ross's had turned and walked out the door. Then Ross looked over at Marcus, "What are you doing here?"

Before Marcus could reply Becky took his hand, "Honey, Marcus is here for an interview."

Ross groans, "Well that's news to me, son." then he looks down at Becky, "I didn't know we were hiring." he says smartly.

Becky puts her hands on her hips and looks at her husband dead in the eyes, "Marcus wants his old job back Ross."

"What?! He walked out for no good reason, Becky! Why should I hire him back?"

"You're going to hire our son back Ross and you're going to pay him double his hourly wages this time!"

Ross's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped, "The fuck I will!"

Becky got right up in his face and glared at him, "The fuck you want! He has a degree in accounting and our firm will honor all the hard work that he's put into getting it."

"He got it in prison, Becky!" Ross snapped.

Marcus shook his head, "Look I'm not begging for a job here." he said and turned and was about to start walking to the door to leave but Becky spun on him and grabbed his arm, "You wait just a minute, son." with that she turned and grabbed Ross by the front of his shirt and raised up to whisper in his ear. Ross's eyes went wide and the corners of his mouth pulled up into a grin and he nodded. Then he looks at Marcus and sticks out his hand, "Welcome back, son!"

Marcus shook his father-in-law's hand, "Thank you sir. I promise I'll..."

Ross didn't let him finish before he's suddenly taking Becky by the hand and literally pulling her into his office. He kicks the door shut, leaving Marcus standing there with his hand still poised in the air.

What the hell was that about, Marcus wondered. What was Ross going to do to Becky? Was she taking some deranged punishment for helping him? Fuck that! He reached to open the office door when he suddenly heard his mother-in-law start giggling.

Marcus shook his head and laughed and then turned and left the office.

Becky smiled and slapped Ross hard across his ass and then stepped back to view her handy work. She had tied him up nicely, just the way he liked it. He appeared the very picture of submission with him naked and bent over the desk with his wrists bound tightly behind him.

She calmly walked around the desk and he looked up at her with anticipation and begging in his deep brown eyes. "Don't look at me you little sissy!" She slapped him on the cheek and he quickly hung his head.

Becky used to be hesitant in giving her husband this particular fantasy. I mean what sane man begs to be pegged by his own wife. None that she's heard of that's for sure. It had worried her at first making her wonder if her husband was turning gay. But he wasn't because he was fucking her on a regular bases. She had stopped wondering about it long ago. Everyone has their fantasies, right?

Becky put the thought aside and opened the bottom drawer of the desk and took out the black velvet bag and laid it on the desk. Ross turned his head to look at it. She slapped the back of his head, "Eyes straight!"

"Yes mistress Becka!" Ross quickly cast his attention back to the floor.

Becky smiled ruefully she enjoyed it when he called her Mistress Becka. Becka had been her mother's nickname for her when she was growing up. She also liked the authority the name gave her. Mistress Becka... it had a nice ring to it.

She took the strap-on from the bag and ran her finger tips over the rigid black cock. It looked and felt a whole hell of a lot like Marcus's cock. She smiled to herself as she strapped on the thick, twelve inch apparatus.

Becky was going to give it to Ross as rough just as Marcus had given it to her. But first... she was going to make him suck it. She stepped in front of Ross and gripped a handful of his hair and pulled his head up. "I want you to suck my dick Rossy!"

"No Mistress Becka. I don't want to... please!"

Becky smiled, he always says no. "Ahh what's wrong baby? You certainly sucked it the night you got your ass beat in the parking lot." she chortled. "They used you like a little prison bitch and you enjoyed every second of it." Ross had never confessed to being used that night but he'd certainly walked around bow legged for a few days afterwards.

She could tell Ross was enjoying being razzed and she knew he was getting turned on by it. Her petite husband was such a little twat.

Becky pushed the bulbous head of the dildo against his lips and he obediently opened his mouth and sucked on it and licked it like a good little slut.

"That's right baby. You suck it before I put it in your ass." She began pushing her hips to the rhythm of his mouth. "Yeah get it nice and wet!"

Becky let him suck it for a little while until it was literally dripping with his saliva. As he suckled, took a small glass vile from the top drawer of the desk along with a tube of Strawberry delight lubricant. She opened the tiny vile and placed it beneath Ross's nose and he inhaled deeply. It was a sniffing popper. His eyes rolled back in his head and his body nearly went limp He turned his head letting the cock fall from his mouth. "Oh my gawd!" he moaned.

Becky giggled at her husband's reaction to the liquid popper. She knew it was relaxing his sphincter muscles. "Do you want another hit Rossy?"

He shook his head, "No Mistress Becka once is enough." he giggled. "I'm so ready for your cock! PLEASE!!!"

Becky smiled, she liked how he begged for it. The popper always put him in such a euphoric state and she knew the muscles in his bung would be so relaxed and ready.

She popped the cap off the lube and squirted it into her hand and rubbed it up and down the full length of the black dildo until practically glistened. Then she squirted a generous amount of the sweet smelling liquid between his buttocks and rubbed it in.

Ross groaned, "AHHHhhhhh yesss!"

She smiled and slapped him across the ass, making him yelp. "You little sissy twink!"

Becky laughed and she grabbed his hips and pressed the head of the dildo against his little pink asshole.

Ross spread his legs as she began to push into him, "Oooo shitttt...!" he gasped.

She gritted her teeth and with one quick thrust, slammed the dildo all the way to the hilt.

"AHHahhhhh..... Oooooo..... FUCKKKK!!!!" Ross screeched.

Becky instantly pulled out and rammed it back inside and she did it without mercy. Fucking him hard and fast.

"Yesss... Ahhhh YESSSS babyyyy!!!" Ross was squealing like a woman in heat.

The large mahogany desk jolted beneath them as she slammed into Ross viciously. Fucking Ross gave her such a power trip.

Ross suddenly screamed, "OHHH FUCK I'M CUMMMINGGGG!!!!!" He pushed up on his arms and threw his head back. "OHHH GAWDDDD!!!!"

Becky felt her husband's body shake and convulse against her and she knew that he was in the throws of one of those prostate orgasms he so loved.

Slowly Ross collapsed flat on top of the desk breathing hard, "Ahh fuck!"

Becky pulled out of Ross and unstrapped the dildo and tossed it on his back, "You better get cleaned up. Your next client will be in soon."

Ross groaned and nodded but didn't move.

She reached down and grabbed his sagging balls and squeezed them.

"FUCK!!!" he gasped.

"I said get a move on you little slut!" she hissed.

"OK!" he yelped.

Becky chortled and released his balls then she turned and walked out of his office.

She heard him say, "You bitch!" as she closed the door behind her.

Tate Davidson was standing by her desk when she stepped out. He smiled and lifted a cup of coffee to his lips. She strutted over and sat down behind her desk.

"You must have really torn his asshole up. I'm glad I wasn't with a client, you had him screaming like a little girl." He laughed.

Becky smiled up at him, "Can I help you Tate?"

He walked around to stand over her and pushed his cock against her shoulder.

Becky giggled and pushed him back, "Get off me you masher."

Tate laughed and walked back to his office.