Creampie Contest
(Bathroom Stall Stories #3)
Amanda Charvi and Sophie Solange
Published by Amanda Charvi and Sophie Solange at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Amanda Charvi and Sophie Solange
Cover Image by Sophielouise/Dreamstime
Porn Prose by Porn Pros.
Edited by Sophie Solange
All characters are 18 years of age or older.
This work is for adults only.
All contents copyright 2012 of Amanda Charvi and Sophie Solange. All rights reserved.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and situations are solely the creation of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, places or situations is purely and completely coincidental.
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What are Bathroom Stall Stories?
Bathroom Stall Stories are quickies.
They are short stories.
Bathroom Stall Stories have a purpose. The purpose is to get you off quickly.
We have a dream that you are at work.
You’re bored.
And you’re horny.
You need to get off.
You need something perverted to read.
You need that fix.
B.S.S. are that quick fix.
You need material to rub out to sometimes and we hope B.S.S. will fill that need.
Two couples spend a night in a mini suite in Atlantic City. The boys propose a bet that the ladies are willing to take on. Each woman thinks her man will win the contest. But there can only be one winner. Or is there actually only one loser?
Creampie Contest
Anything for my Jimmy. Those are words I lived by.
“So what are the rules again?” asked Melissa.
“Babe, there are no real rules. We’re doing this just for the sake of doing it. Plus it will be hot.” replied Melissa’s husband Tom.
“Hot for who?” said Melissa.
“I think it will be hot for all us!” I said.
“Yes, I agree.” concurred my husband Jimmy.
We had booked a mini suite at a hotel in Atlantic City. The boys wanted to gamble and Melissa and I wanted to shop. It was a perfect night so far. The only thing that seemed odd was that Jimmy looked a bit upset. It seemed he was upset with Tom. I asked him if everything was O.K. and he assured me everything was going to be fine. When Jimmy says everything is going to be O.K. I don’t worry one little bit.
“I think the only winners will be the boys.” said Melissa.
“No, that’s not true. There will be three winners. The boys and one of us. Either you or me Melissa.” I replied.
I don’t think Melissa was understanding how this game was going to work. I guess she wasn’t good with rules. Melissa wasn’t too bright.
“Are you sure you are O.K. with this honey?” asked Jimmy. He was always so sweet and thoughtful. Jimmy always thought of me first and himself second. My poor Jimmy. He never wanted to burden me with his troubles. There have been several instances when my poor Jimmy was being taken advantage of and he shielded me from the pain. I felt so sorry for him.
I am a homemaker and Jimmy makes the income that supports us. I am still not sure what an advertising executive does but I know my Jimmy works hard. He is always coming home late and usually he looks very disheveled.
It was maybe one year ago that I decided to make a trip into the city and bring my Jimmy lunch. His secretary was not outside his door, so I took the liberty to walk in and surprise my Jimmy. Unfortunately his boss, Jessica, was taking advantage of him. The poor thing. He was sitting at his chair. The chair in his office is a big hulking monster chair made of leather. Jessica was straddled over him with her button down shirt open and she was bouncing up and down on him like a cowgirl. She was also pulling on his tie while she bounced. He looked like he was in pain. His face was grimacing while she bounced. A few times her large breasts hit him in the face. My poor Jimmy!
I yelled at Jessica, “Get off of him right now you harlot!” I did feel a little bad being so mean in calling her a harlot but I had lost my composure. I couldn’t believe men were still being abused at work like this by women. Women should know better. They were both startled. Jimmy looked so frightened from the abuse he was taking. He started to cry. I can only surmise that it was relief. Relief that the abuse was finally coming to an end. Jessica buttoned up her top, pulled down her skirt and rushed out of his office without saying a word.
Jimmy filed a complaint with the human resources department but we never found out what disciplinary actions were taken against Jessica. I am sure Jimmy will get to the bottom of this! Jessica was able to keep her job so far. His company needed a restructuring of their human resources department. They aren’t looking out enough for their employees.
Another time my poor Jimmy was taken advantage of was when our former babysitter decided she wanted a new MP3 player. Amber, our former babysitter, had concocted a scheme whereby she was going to blackmail my poor Jimmy by making up lies regarding his fidelity. She planned to call me and tell me fake stories about Jimmy using his penis with other women. It was unbelievable. She threatened Jimmy, that if he didn’t do as she said, she was going to make up these lies and try to ruin our marriage. Little did she know that I would NEVER believe that my Jimmy would be unfaithful.
I came home a bit early from work because I was feeling under the weather that day. When I walked into the room she was on all fours with Jimmy’s penis in her mouth! I don’t know what that nineteen year old girl thought she was doing. My Jimmy wants a woman not a nineteen year old girl! She was delusional. But she had blackmailed him into putting his penis in her mouth.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw it. Jimmy’s head was tilted against the back of the couch. He looked like he was in pain. He later told me he tried his best to not get an erection. But I don’t blame him for getting one. Poor thing. She ran out of there screaming like she should have. Jimmy is still going to therapy sessions every Friday night. I hate that his psychiatrist schedules appointments at 10:00 p.m. but there is nothing I can do. Jimmy needs those sessions. I wish I could support him there but Jimmy says there is a privilege something or other that prevents me from attending.
And the last time my poor Jimmy was traumatized was two months ago. I came home early from a shopping trip to find Jimmy having sex with one of our neighbors, Samantha. Coming home early, unexpected, was starting to traumatize me as well.
I screamed because I was so frightened when I entered our bedroom. I didn’t understand what was going on until Jimmy figured things out and explained it to me. After Jimmy explains things I understand a whole lot better.
See, what had happened was, that Jimmy and I live in a community where all the houses look similar. They are all Victorian styled homes that were built shortly after one of those world wars. Samantha lived a few houses down from ours. Samantha had been gardening for several hours when she decided to take a short walk. She became disoriented and felt she needed a nap. She opened the back door to a house went upstairs and fell asleep. Jimmy came home early from work that day and headed upstairs to change.
What had happened was that Samantha had gone into the wrong house! Jimmy thought I was in the bed and not Samantha. He slowly made his way onto the bed with her thinking it was me and started having sex with her in the spoon position. Samantha had been so disoriented from the heat that she didn’t realize what was going on. She thought her husband was having sex with her. And poor Jimmy didn’t realize it wasn’t me in the bed! He must not have felt around to her breasts because Samantha’s breasts are very small and mine are D cups. Nevertheless Jimmy figured out what had happened and explained the situation to the both of us. Samantha barely realized what had happened but she apologized profusely. I asked them both if we should tell Samantha’s husband John, but they both insisted it’s better if he didn’t know about this little snafu, since he has a bad heart. It was a terrible situation. Samantha needed to work on her gardening skills because her backyard looks atrocious. And she should really stay hydrated. It wasn’t even that hot outside on that particular day and look what happened!
And now here we were about to have some fun with our long time friends.
“I am totally fine with this little contest babe.” I said to Jimmy.
“O.K. whatever the fuck you guys say. You guys are all full of shit. What are the rules already?” asked Melissa.
I figured I would jump in and explain how this was all going to work to Melissa.
“Jimmy is going to have sex with me on our bed. Tom is going to have sex with you on your bed. Whichever guy climaxes inside his wife first is the loser. The husband that is the loser then has to eat his wife’s vagina. When the winning husband climaxes inside his wife, the losing wife then has to eat the cum from the winning wife’s vagina.”
“Your totally fucking confusing me. Maybe it’s the liquor. If Tom cums in me first he has to eat my pussy that is full of his cum. Then when Jimmy finishes I have to eat your pussy full of Jimmy’s cum?” asked Melissa.
That was the gist. I hadn’t been with another woman since college. Jimmy had asked me on occasion to have a threesome but it never worked out. Jimmy asked me to take part in this little contest when he returned from playing some table games with Tom, and as I always say: “Anything for my Jimmy!”
“Honey,” Melissa said turning towards me, “Tom takes forever to cum. You’re going to be eating his cum out of my pussy.”
Suddenly things got very competitive.
“We will see about that Melissa. Jimmy can hold out a long long time.”
Jimmy seemed nervous but I had total faith in him. He could hold out longer than Tom. Jimmy wanted to do this because he had lost a bet with Tom at the poker tables. But that was O.K. My Jimmy was a winner and he was going to win this contest!
“Baby doll let’s do one more shot of tequila to get ready.” said Melissa.
“Sure.” I replied.
Tequila always tastes horrible to me. We did the shot and Melissa started to touch me.
“We have to help each other get out of these clothes. Plus we have to give these boys a show so they can get hard.”
“I am O.K. with that.” I said.
Melissa is greek. Or are her parents were Greek? I couldn’t remember. She has beautiful black hair and stands about five foot three inches tall. She has a very pronounced rump. Her tits are maybe a B cup. I am a blonde bombshell towering over Melissa since I am five foot eight. My parents are both from Germany. I have blue eyes, a great rack and a small tight bottom. I wish it was a tiny bit bigger but it worked great for buying clothes. I never have a problem. Melissa on the other hand must have a problem getting jeans on with a bottom as big as hers.
The boys were seated at a small round table in the corner of the room. Melissa and I started to dance together between the two beds. I was facing the direction of the boys.
Melissa and I had talked about what we were going to wear before going out tonight. We decided on slutty casual attire. We both had black skirts on with halter tops. My halter showed cleavage. Jimmy liked my breasts to be on display. He didn’t mind it, which was good since Tom had been staring at my breasts most of the night. Melissa’s halter didn’t show any cleavage.