Excerpts from Erotic Tales Of Derring-Do (1931)

Sir had invited us to one of his after-school lessons in the West Wing, after supper. I heard all about it from Jenkins.

"Something about a new game he wants to teach us, is what I heard." Jenkins explained.
"Well, do you know anything about this game? Are there any rules?" I asked.
"Well, I did hear something about, well, all the boys have been invited. Even spotty Chesterton, what I heard. Anyway I heard this rumour about a woman being involved." Jenkins replied.
"A woman? I thought they weren't allowed!" I ejaculated.

Jenkins scratched his head.

"That's all I know, I'm afraid." stated Jenkins.

Jenkins seemed rather perplexed. His usual, calm Welsh nature just wasn't apparent at all. We would usually have lots of jolly fun at Sir's extra lessons, but this was much different. A woman! In a boy's lesson! It was completely unheard of!

Needless to say, there was much excitement about tonight. I spoke to Carrington, the very tall, skinny Prefect who regularly loitered around, picking up on hearsay from all places. Carrington was the font of knowledge, about all kinds of secrets.

He told me what he heard, round the back of the old bicycle shed, as we shared a Woodbine cigarette.

"It's rather an odd thing that's going on. I must say, all the boys know about it, but the absolutely queer thing about it all is that nobody knows quite what Mr. Bennison has planned for this evening! Believe me, I'm always first to know, and not knowing something like this is quite perplexing to say the least!"
"Did you know Sir is bringing a woman along?"
"I do. As a result, I'm not going. I don't see what's so special about bringing a woman along. Anyway, me and Parkinson are coming back here for a spot of fun later. And Parkers managed to smuggle in a bottle of French brandy, clever sod. You're welcome to join in, if you want. Our big boys club."

Carrington, as a school Prefect, had his responsibilities to attend to, but regularly tended to rebel against authority. He would frequently disappear off school premises, without a shadow of a trace, and with complete gay abandon! Heaven wonders what this alternative version of fun would entail, and what would I end up getting as a result.

"Thank you, Carrington, but I'm just too intrigued at what Sir has planned for us all. I have to go!"
"That's such a shame, old boy."

Hours passed. Later on, we had a recital of "As You Like It" in the afternoon, which made the time fly a little, thank God, but tonight was still on everybody's lips.

We heard another rumour during the day. Battersby, a boy who was ruddy of complexion, rotund of shape and red of hair, told me via Jenkins, that Sir had passed him a note with a specific instruction to adhere to.

You see, last week, Sir caught Battersby pleasuring himself, indulging in a session of onanism, or as we like to call it, masturbation! And Sir's note to Battersby kindly reminded him to refrain from such activities for a few days.

Maybe this was something to do with tonight!

"Battersby's having such a tough time keeping his hands at bay. I'm afraid he could explode at any moment!" ejaculated Jenkins.
"That would be unfortunate." I said, concernedly, "I do wonder what this all means."
"Needless to say, I'm rather excited myself!" grinned Jenkins.
"But a woman though? We've never needed one before. We get on fine without one." I said.

Anyway, soon, it was time to go and see Sir with all the other boys. On the way, in the West corridor, we saw Battersby. The other boys were surrounding him, laughing, so I had to investigate.

"Don't laugh, you horrible, horrible bastards! Fuck off now!" Battersby spluttered.

I pushed in through the other boys for a good peek. And what a sight it was!

Battersby stood there, half bent, covering his groin with his hands.

"What is going on? I demand to know!" I demanded.

Farroukh, one of the boys we had here from Morocco, explained.

"Batty's squelched himself. He's wet all through!" he sniggered.
"He's been wanking? In the corridor?" I enquired.
"Oh no, nothing like that, he was walking round pitching a tent. You could see it a mile off! And then he just came, like that. Oh God, I saw it, it pulsated! And I saw it soak through the fabric like an ink spot!"

Poor Battersby must have been quite embarrassed by all of this. Out of sympathy, and for his honour, I handed him a handkerchief and be allowed to have a private moment to clean himself up a bit.

I had a brief talk with old Battersby. He was too embarrassed now to come in to Sir's Lecture Theatre in the West Wing and, on that thought, I had a spiffing idea.

"Battersby. How would you like to go on a little... espionage mission for me?" I asked.
"After saving my bacon back there? How could I refuse? I will espionage for you any day, old chap!" he spluttered.
"Right-o. This is what I want you to do. Listen closely. Carrington and Parkinson are having a little get together round the back of the old bike sheds, I should say around Eight O'Clock. So clean yourself up, obviously, and wear dark clothing. The darker the better. Black clothing would be best. I want to see what they're up to." I ordered.
"OK. Will do." he replied, affirmatively.

As curious as I was about Sir's private lecture, I had to know what Carrington and Parkinson were up to. I hoped Battersby would be alright on the night.

Anyway, we took our seats in the theatre. Sir, nor his guest were here yet. I was a little late, talking to old Battersby, but Jenkins kindly kept a spot for me on one of the middle rows.

"Poor old Battersby!" remarked Jenkins.
"I should cocoa. I would not want to have been in his shoes!" I remarked back.
"Where is he? Is he coming?" Jenkins enquired.
"I've sent him on a mission." I stated.
"A mission? Whatever for?" Jenkins asked, looking puzzled.
"Carrington and Parkinson aren't coming. They are having a get together on their own, the sneaky rebels. Lord knows why, I mean, I wouldn't miss this for the world! Sir's brought a woman. Surely any boy couldn't turn that down!" I replied.
"Maybe they're just not interested. Maybe they just wanna do something different." Jenkins insighted.
"Not interested?" I spluttered, "What are you insinuating, Jenkins?"
"I don't know. I couldn't really say. Tis a bit nippy out too, as well." Jenkins replied.

Sir entered the theatre from the left entrance, becloaked, charming as ever, with the air and grace of the most wondrous teacher imaginable. Even as a middle-aged man, he had that youthful charm on his face, even with his whitening and receding hair.

"Good evening, all. Well, shall we begin?" announced Sir.

We all hushed to silence.

"You may want to know what tonight's surprise is all about. Well, I let slip the rumour that I've invited a real live woman to the school. Now, I know women aren't usually allowed here, what with you red-blooded boys here lurking around, but as well as the usual fun we have here in these special get-togethers, there's the culture aspect you need to have knowledge of. Now, I know two weeks ago, we all had a bit of fun when I passed around those pornographic photos. Some of you still have them, I see, safely tucked away for a bit of naughtiness in the late hours. They were some great pictures though, I mean, phwoar! Anyway, I would like to invite you to meet our new lady friend, I would like to welcome Kimiko. Come in, Kimiko!"

I turned to Jenkins, as the applause began.

"Kimiko? Is that a woman's name?" I asked.
"It might be." Jenkins replied.

A woman entered. She was stunningly beautiful and she looked like one of the women in Sir's photos we had the one time, taken far over in the Far East. My word, she wasn't Chinese, though. What was she, though? Oh my word, she was a Nip!

She wore a black robe around her, which I guess didn't leave much to the imagination underneath. My word, if Battersby had come, he would have certainly filled his underwear right now.

"Cor! Wow! Sir's really outdone himself this time!" I ejaculated.

"OK, silence, please, silence!" Sir boomed, "Now. Kimiko here is a woman who hails from the Empire of Japan, and she is here to help with tonight's task."

Kimiko took centre stage and gazed at us all, confidently.

"Konbanwa! That is-a 'good evening' in Japanese! I feel very-a wercome to your estabrishment tonight."

Sir joined Kimiko at the centre stage, behind her, loosening the straps of her gown. Kimiko then disrobed herself, letting the gown fall to the floor, revealing a fully naked form, with, I must say, a rather cracking set of pert breasts, I must say. I really must say! She was a work of art!

"Right. Now, the rules of tonight's game. It's a bit like the game of Soggy Biscuit we like to play, except, well, Kimiko here plays the part of the, well, biscuit. And no unfortunate punishments for the boy who comes last, well! This Japanese game has a name, back in the Empire of Japan. Boo-cacky? Is that right?" announced Sir.
"It is-a pronounced Bukakke. And I rove Bukakke very much!" corrected Kimiko.

Battersby was quite good at Soggy Biscuit, he never lost a game! School champion, I must say. Rather a shame he was missing out on this, though. I, on the other hand, only last April, had to eat a rather salty jism-topped McVitie's digestive biscuit for my supper, garnished with Jenkins' own cream topping, who finished just before I did.

Well, at least there wouldn't be any losers tonight!

"Right, knobs out, lads! Let's show Kimiko the best of British!" boomed Sir.

Control (Part 6)

I reached for my mobile. She ran to attack me, jumping and grappling me to the ground. And then, she was straddling me.

I felt a little dizzy. Hard floor. Must have hit my head. I couldn't move for the moment. The phone must have been knocked out of my hand. She had me.

"You bumped your head? I know what will make that better. I've got some pussy medicine that can take care of that."

She stood up, removed her panties, and tossed them casually aside.

She knelt down to put her pussy to my face. It was so warm, I could feel the heat irradiating my face. And that smell, oh well. Maybe this meeting had turned her on even more.

"I wasn't joking when I said I was wet. Lick it. Lick that pussy."
"I can't believe you're doing this."
"Lick me. Lick that pussy."

It was hard to breathe amongst her humid pubic hair. And I had to somehow catch her off guard to get out of this.

I had to have her believe I was compliant, so I licked her. I licked those wet pussy lips and tasted her pussy juice. She was well lubricated and she tasted good.

"Put your tongue in there. Put your tongue in my pussy."

I did. I inserted my tongue into her wet hole. She liked that, and she moaned with pleasure.

"That's good. Mmmh. Oh yes. Are you enjoying that?"

I thought she would check my cock to see if this was turning me on. So I focused on getting stiff. I could feel her hand reaching round to my groin, and she stroked my hard shaft through my trousers.

"Mmm, you're a big boy. That's a big dick you have there,  Mr Hayes. Your wife must be proud."

I think I had her distracted now.

I twisted my head to the right and bit as hard as I could into her pussy.

She jumped off me and staggered back, screaming. Just enough time to scramble for the phone.

I got it. Unlocked it. Dialed security.

"Chris Hayes. Security to Meeting Room 6! Emergency!"

She wasn't going anywhere, she was a crying heap on the floor, clutching her sore vagina. And I think I drew blood. I could taste a little in my mouth.

And that was that. An escort out of the building, a formal charge given to her for assault, an interview with the Police and a date to turn up to the Crown Court to be a witness. They gave me a week off work too.

Jenny was supportive. I told her all about it and she didn't think less of me, probably all due to the fact I didn't give in to this girl's demands and did what I could to escape. Though Jenny couldn't kiss me whilst she could still smell Chloe's scent on my face. I understood.

So, anyway, that leaves the time I told Jenny about Bal-Shaggaroth. It had to happen.

I wanted to find the perfect time to talk to her all about this. Some time where nothing else was going on. And when I wasn't still affected by this Chloe incident.

I left it until Saturday night. No work, no worries, the ideal time.

After Jenny put the kids to bed, and after a light meal of carrot and coriander soup (home made, yum), I told her there was something I wanted to talk to her about.

"What is it?"
"Jenny? I love you, and I want to be the man who makes you happy."
"I'm happy. You make me happy. I don't understand."

She looked confused. In hindsight, I could understand why.

"There's one part of our life which needed some help. I know what we've got is good, don't get me wrong, we have a great house, a great family, and we work well together as a couple, but, as a man, I felt like I've been letting you down. I'll get to the point - it's about the premature ejaculation thing."
"I thought the doctor said there wasn't much you could do but try and cut out the stress. You're not being a guinea pig for work again are you?"
"Oh no oh no, definitely no. OK, this is gonna sound weird, but just hear me out. I've been given something by someone to help me with this problem."
"A thing? What, like an implant or something? Chris-"

I could see she was getting worried. So I got it out. The stone.

"This is it. Have a look."

I handed over the stone and she studied it.

"It's a pebble. Does it have something inside it? Chris, what have they done to you?"
"It isn't from work. This is gonna sound weird, but it's magical. No drugs, no implants, just magic."
"Chris, you're acting really strange. What do you mean, magic?"
"I was on the way home one night. There was this... genie in the back of the car and he gave it to me, said it would cure me. You know how much this thing bothers me, right, so I said yes."
"Chris. It's a rock. You found a rock somewhere and you're being really weird. I don't want you to have counselling again."
"Look, I'll prove it yo you."

I got up, unloosened the belt of my jeans, unzipped and dropped them, then I pulled down my boxers.

Jenny stared at it. Then at my face. Then back to it.

"Chris. What's happened to your cock?"
"It's bigger. I had to prove to you I wasn't lying. If you pass me the stone, I'll show you what it can do."

Jenny didn't pass it to me. She held onto it and started crying.

"Why are you crying?"
"I wish you'd told me, Chris. What have you done?"
"I wish I could have told you. Look, I know it's difficult-"
"Well how do I feel about it? You've done something to yourself, Chris, and I don't care whether it's 'magic', or something else, but you've gone and changed yourself."

I pulled up my boxers and trousers back on, and sat down beside her. She shuffled away from me.

"Jenny."
"What?"
"I only did this for us. And I wouldn't have done it if I knew it would have upset you like this. Look, I'll make you a drink. I know it's all of a sudden, all of this, but when we're ready, I'll tell you everything about it. I'm sorry."

She sniffled and reached for a tissue to blow her nose.

"I'll have a tea."
"I'll get you a tea."

A tea later and she had calmed down a little, and she told me she wanted to know more about what I had done.

Control (Part 5)

She held out her hand for me to shake it. I did, obligingly. Even though meetings like this never seemed to go well, on average, it was good to start on a friendly footing.

Even though I had presided over quite a few sackings in my time, this was never easy. In fact, these were pretty awkward.

"Chloe, isn't it? Chloe Dolan?"
"Yeah."
"Chris Hayes."

She sounded just like Jenny too. But what was that, a bit of a Birmingham accent there? I'm firing a brummie. A brummie that looks like a younger photocopy of my wife. I may have found it difficult to read her emotions, she seemed as if she wasn't fully aware of what was going to happen here, or she was hiding it well.

"Do you want to have a seat? Do you want a coffee, or some water, or anything?"
"No thanks, I'm fine."

We both sat down at the table and I opened up the proceedings.

"OK, Chloe. I don't think met you before? Sam's your Team Leader, isn't he? I am Sam's manager. First of all, did you get here OK?"
"Yeah, fine, I've been here a couple of times before for training and that."
"I'm sorry Sam couldn't be here. Normally, Sam would have been here, but he's on a course himself today. Did he explain why we're having this meeting?"
"I know what it's about. I know what happened, but you say your bit and I'll say mine."
"Well... I can't really put myself in your shoes, I can only see this from my point of view, from the company's point of view, that's why I've asked you to come here, so we can have, you know, a bit of dialogue over this matter. As you may know, something happened which was actually quite severe for us, that the company has to go through the process of dismissal. Even so, we need to have this talk to come to some understanding over the matter."
"Wait... what? You're actually giving me the fucking sack over this? Hold on, no, no no no no, Sam never told me you were gonna fucking sack me! I thought this was just a disciplinary or something. You bastard!"

She was quite angry. I hated seeing Jenny angry and seeing her like this reminded me of arguments me and Jenny used to have.

"Chloe. Please-"
"Don't Chloe me, you fucking bastard! I've driven all the way over here just so you can tell me I ain't got a job no more? Why?"
"It's... company procedure, that we have to have a review of your employment. And... I am actually interested in hearing your side of the story, in case we have the wrong understanding. We never dismiss anyone without just cause."
"OK. Whatever."

I could feel she wanted to lash out - physically - and she was trying to keep herself calm. She gave herself a moment to compose herself, then carried on.

"Could you tell me why I'm being sacked then, please?"
"There was a complaint about one of your calls to a client, and this complaint was so significant that we've had to take action over it. I know.. I know you know which call this was, but I have to play the recording of it now and explain what happened next, just to put you in the loop."
"OK."

I took the iPod from the dock and browsed through the tracks to find the recording of the call, then put it back. The call began.

"Hi there! My name is Chloe, I'm calling from PharmaX, the pharmaceutical company. Am I speaking to Mr Amit Parekh?"

"Speaking."

This call started well.

"Hello, Mr Parekh. Are you able to spare a few minutes of your time today?"
"Well, it depends on what you're calling about."
"Mr Parekh, all I want to do, if you have some time free today, is to see if PharmaX is able to save you money with our range of pharmaceutical products. Do you have some time free, Mr Parekh?"
"Look, I don't want to be rude or nothing, but I'm getting calls all the time from people about this sort of thing. I run a small chain of pharmacies and I tend to look for cheaper suppliers myself."
"Exactly, Mr Parekh, all we want to do is just to see, really, if we can help reduce the hassle of you doing this."
"Well, how exactly would you do that?"
"What I could do, Mr Parekh, I can arrange for one of our specialist advisors to come and see you at your convenience, to discuss what we can offer you."
"Well, look, I like the sound of your voice, I know this is your job and that you have sales targets to meet though, Chloe, isn't it?"
"You like the sound of my voice? Mr Patel, you're not so bad yourself."
"Where are you from? Are you West Midlands way?"
"Walsall, originally, moved south ages ago though."
"I've got a cousin near Walsall. It's alright there. Might go up there sometime again."
"I sometimes go back there too. Might bump into each other."
"Heh heh. We might do."
"So anyway, what are you up to, Mr Parekh?"
"Call me Amit. I'm just here on my own, catching up on a bit of finance work, am a bit behind on it, to tell you the truth."
"Oh I don't want to intrude, Amit! Well, maybe I could pop around sometime and help you out."
"Heh, I could do with a little help. Well, anyway, well, you've got something to sell me, haven't you?"
"I do. Only I'd have to send someone else over to talk about this and that. I've been training to do the Field Sales side, so maybe I could come over, if it would help."
"Hmm. Maybe. Yeah."
"If I come over there to you, who knows what might happen?"
"Heh. I'd like that."
"Maybe you'd take us up on something, and, I dunno, something extra?"
"Something extra?"
"I like the sound of you, Amit, I could have ways of, you know, closing the deal... hehe."
"Sorry. I'm sorry. What? Are you coming onto me? I wasn't flirting with you, yeah?"
"What?"
"You're coming onto me. I was just being friendly. Do you have a manager or someone there? I want to speak to somebody higher up."
"Hey, I thought we were just talking-"
"No, I want to talk to a manager now!"
"I wasn't trying to come on-"
"For fuck's sake, you're trying to do phone sex on me. Is that what your company does for sales? Is this call recorded?"
"No, no, no. Oh shit."
"I'm going to write to your chief executive. Don't bother giving me his name, I'll Google it. It'll be on Google. And don't even think I want to buy your company's stuff, I'll go somewhere else. I have connections as well. I'll tell them all about your company and the dirty sluts they have."

The call ended rather abruptly.

"Look, he started it! He started flirting with me first!" bursted Chloe, pointing frantically at the iPod.
"Chloe. Whether he started it or not is not the point. You're here to do a job, not to proposition clients."
"If he wasn't going to be a prick with me, I could have had a sale out of that!"

"Chloe. You went too far with this one. You crossed the line and what happened after that was unforgivable. I have to tell you what happened."
"Go on."
"Mr Parekh wrote a three page letter to the Chief Exec, and sent copies to major newspapers. Luckily, none of them wanted to go with the story. I can't describe in words how pissed off the boss was, basically, and we've all had a telling off. Peter, my boss, got shouted at, and it's all cascaded downwards. Mr Parekh told his contacts, and we've lost them. Because of what you said, we've lost a major amount of income from this, and the damage has been done."
"It sounds like you've already made up your mind, to be honest. You guys put targets on us and tell us we've got to do what's necessary to get them, else we're in the shit. So this is what I've been doing.

And this is where Peter's favourite word came in.

"We at this company have to maintain our... integrity, it's central to everything we do. If we let things like this happen, we look bad in the marketplace. That can have the knock on effect of people losing jobs and things like that."
"Well I definitely won't let it happen again. And I'll beg if I have to. You've just got to give me one more chance! One more chance."

I could see the determination in her eyes. She wanted to fight this.

My god, she looks just like Jennifer, right now. But she isn't her. I've got to sack her. She did such a bad thing.

"Chloe... it is with regret that-"
"Right. I know what you men want. And if what I do next lets me keep this job..."

She lowered the straps of her dress down, and pulled it down to reveal her bra, which held some remarkable assets, good sized breasts.

"Let's face it. You've got a job to do, but you've got a certain amount of leeway. I've seen the way you looked at me when I came in."

And she was right. Shit.

"I thought it would come to this. I fingered myself in the car before I came in. I'm so wet. Come on, Mr Hayes, people do this sort of stuff all the time."

My god. And this.

"And nobody's gonna hear us."

She got me. I was speechless for once. I may have had a staggering boner, but thanks to Bal-Shaggaroth, it just wasn't there.

"Chloe, I know what you're trying to do. I'm a man of integrity, I don't do this. I'm a married man."
"It's OK, I've got condoms. You don't have to fill me with your spunk if you don't want to."
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I'm giving you a warning, and I may have to call Security."

Part of me really didn't want to ask her to leave. She was ready to go. I could actually do with a good fuck. But I stood up and walked around the table. She got up too and blocked the door.

"I want you to fuck me. All I want is for you to fuck me and then you can go."

She was desperate, and I don't know what she would do if I resisted. I could reach for my mobile and call security, but she would come for me. And I can't find it in myself to hit a woman.

I could fuck her, but that- no, that's unthinkable. Was it? She'd bring me down with her. I could keep her job, but she'd have a dirty secret.

"You could finger my wet pussy, at least, Mr Hayes."

This is madness. I had to end this right now.

Control (Part 4)

After I had cleaned myself up in the sink, I made my way up to bed. Jenny was fast asleep. I wondered what she would make of my new cock. I hope she liked it.

I lay there, imagining all the things I could do, and will do, now I have these super dick powers at my command. No more premature ejaculation, no more disappointment, just lots and lots of good stuff!

And just to be sure, because stranger things have happened in the night, the Stone of Bal-Shaggaroth went under my pillow. You just don't leave anything like this to chance, that stone would never leave my possession, ever. If the kids came into the bed at night, I didn't want them near it.

Anyway, I slept well. I got up, grabbed the stone, had breakfast and coffee, showered, shaved (while keeping my eye on the stone) and got dressed. Today was a sacking day, so I wore my pinstripe 'don't give a fuck' suit. Because when I wear it, I don't give a fuck about other people's problems. People feed off the badass attitude it gives off. It had pockets big enough for the stone. In it went.

I had a bulge now, in my trousers. A noticeable bulge. I wonder if Jenny notices. She was upstairs getting the kids ready for school while I caught up with a few daily news stories on the iPad. A murder, someone's cat story and more boring stuff about how my tax is spent and that. Upstairs, I could hear Jenny keeping things under control.

Jenny was so good at keeping the house in order while I got on with other things. I can reward her well now. Oh yes.

I looked at the time on my watch. Got to get to the office. Managed to say goodbye to everyone before I got off, amidst the havoc of half-dressed boys. It was time to get down and get out to work.

Jumped in the Merc and hit the road.


I should tell you about the line of work I'm in. I work for a company called PharmaX. We develop, manufacture and sell medical products, drugs and equipment. I was drafted in, headhunted from a successful company selling double glazing windows, I didn't know a thing about medicine at the time, but I knew how to get other people selling stuff, how to hit the right notes with the customer and get those pound signs flying in.

And when the guys don't sell enough, or do something wrong, I'm the guy who tells them their number is up and they have to pack up their things and get out.

The sacking was at 9.30am, in a small private office. I'd have an assistant with me, to take notes and that, but she was caught up in traffic.

It was a girl I was sacking. Never met her, she was one of our telesales team based in another office. Went a bit too far with her sales techniques and we had a massive complaint as a result. She got a bit too flirty with one of our clients. The sale wasn't going too well, and she decided, in desperation, to promise to meet him and see what would happen. Of course, he took offence at that and kicked off, big style.

Before the meeting, I had a quick chat with my boss, Peter Marklew, the Director of Sales and Marketing, about this one.

Peter was a serious chap, never cracked any jokes, and a stickler for following the rules to the letter. Never raised his temper, always stayed calm. His nickname behind his back was 'the android'. He was a wiry, old chap with spectacles at the end of his nose.

We met briefly in his office.

"How do you feel about this one?" he asked me.
"She seems a bit of a promiscuous one, from these notes. She usually gets a bit flirty with the clients, which is OK, but she went too far this time."
"Well, here's how I view this sort of thing, Chris. Flirting, yes, it can come across well, I look down on it, because there are better ways of building a rapport with the customer. I am advised to tolerate it, but this is a case in hand, and it strikes a fair point. Chris, in my time, I've dealt with a lot of very ambitious people, eager to make a lot of money and get to the top. But, there's one thing they lacked, Chris. Integrity. Have a sit with her, talk to her about this. I know sometimes you have a change of heart meeting these people face to face, but this one crossed the line of no return, so do the right thing and dismiss her. And after that, we can deal with this whole flirting issue as a general thing within the company. We can start a company-wide clean up to build our image back. Are you alright with this?"
"I'm fine with that."

Integrity was one of this man's favourite words. And I can't blame him. This guy had no skeletons in his closet, nothing seedy about his past that anyone could use to bring him down. He was getting on a bit, he was 62, but his mind was still as sharp as anything. He could lecture me on anything to do with sales, how to get it right, and how to avoid getting it wrong. Definitely my mentor, and I looked up to him a lot.

Anyway, off I went to the meeting with this employee. I didn't even know what she looked like. A quick piss, a quick freshen up in the mirror. Ready to knock 'em dead.

I sat down in the meeting room a few minutes before half past, just to have a quick read through of the notes. There was an iPod on the table, docked into a mini stereo, with a recording of the offending call.

The meeting room was small, a bit cold and bit out of the way from the rest of the office. Basically, this was called the 'sacking room' as there were some heated arguments and outbursts from time to time they didn't want the rest of the building to hear. All the dismissals, disciplinaries and difficult meetings went on here, a lot of bad energy.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." I announced.

In she came. Oh my god.

She looked almost exactly like a younger version of Jenny.

She's dressed for the meeting too. A black 'fuck me' dress that left little to the imagination.

I knew where this meeting was going. What twisted fate was landed in this lap, you may wonder.

Control (Part 3)

I had felt it briefly in the car, but merely holding the stone gave me a sense of power, like I could achieve almost anything. It gave me confidence and energy.

I picked up the scroll, untied the ribbon, and opened it up. The handwriting on it looked as it if were written in an ancient style. It read:

For whomsoever wisheth the power of the Stone of Bal-Shaggaroth to be bindeth to their very soul will chanteth this incantation whilst holding the Stone in their left hand.
Thou shalt be warned, thou whom hast been given this stone as you shalt sacrifice thy soul in payment to receiveth the powers of the Stone and thou shalt be bindeth to the Stone until death.
The incantation must be chanted as follows in the ancient tongue of the lost tribe of Kazrak who first receiveth the Stone.

'O hambri Bal-Shaggaroth,
Ekh mhadrabi me duai,
Du trarhtri Bal-Shaggaroth,
Se tran tuan ye brai.'

'O powerful Bal-Shaggaroth,
My soul is forfeit,
Be one with me Bal-Shaggaroth,
Until the day I die.'

Thou shalt feel the Stone to be bindeth to you and henceforth thou shalt be one.

I did the best I could to mouth the words of this ancient tongue whilst holding the stone in my left hand. I gripped it tight.

"O hambri Bal-Shaggaroth,  Ekh maddab. Bollocks. Right. Try again."
"O hambri Bal-Shaggaroth,  Ekh mhadrabi me duai,  Du trarhtri Bal-Shaggaroth, Se tran tuan ye brai."

As soon as I had chanted the last word, a searing pain, like lightning, coursed up from my left hand up my arm and through my body, followed by a surge of energy. I felt more alive than ever. Wow.

Down below, I felt a squirming and pulled down my underpants. My cock was growing in size, bigger and bigger. I felt more attached to it, like I was the master of it.

I never felt so good. Well, not for a long time, anyway. I wanted to test my new cock out.

I didn't go to fuck my wife, she'd be asleep now and I would definitely need to explain this to her. This is a different dick.

I thought of getting an erection and my cock jumped up immediately, all nine inches of it. It just rushed up. My dick was thicker too. I thought about it going down and in a few seconds I went back to being limp. Then hard again. This was so unnatural, but it felt great.

I needed to test all of this power. So I holed myself in the downstairs bathroom. Here, I could listen for anyone coming down the stairs and could do whatever I wanted to in peace.

The door was locked with a sliding bolt. I was safe here.

I got out my cock and made it hard. I was in sheer disbelief at what I saw before me. It looked huge, and it felt rock hard, like hot steel.

I masturbated. I could feel more sensation as I rubbed myself backward and forward, slowly increasing the frequency of strokes. It was difficult to accept that this was my own cock.

After ten minutes I felt the desire to cum steadily increase, but at the same time, I was easily able to hold it back. A bead of pre-cum appeared out of my peehole.

I switched to using both hands (whilst still holding the stone), which I could easily do now, gripping the shaft and vigorously beating myself off. This was more intense than I was used to, and I would usually have blown my load ages ago by now.

But this was just a test. I felt that I could have kept going for a long, long time, it felt, but my wife might notice I hadn't come to bed. Sometimes, when I'm working late, she'll come down to check, just to make sure I'm OK. And yes, she did once catch me panting and wanking one night. That was awkward. Never again.

I concentrated on cumming. And it happened, right on cue. A fair bit pumped out, which must have been about twice the normal amount.

Wow. And again.

I kept on cumming, orgasming on command every time.

It felt more intense than my usual feeble pumps. I was out of practice, and I was dizzy with delight.

I was in control. I could fuck forever, yet, I could empty my balls at a moment's notice if I wanted to. My balls ached now.

Control (Part 2)

The genie looked as if he was fumbling around, in his pockets.

"You should see this. This artifact will sort you out. This, human, this is the Stone of Bal-Shaggaroth."

He produced a shiny pebble, with alternating dark and light grey bands. It glistened. It was the size of a small egg, only slightly flattened.

"What does it do?"
"Start driving and I'll tell you all about it. The guy behind you is waiting to get to the pump."
"Oh yeah, alright."

I pressed the start button and pulled off, to go back onto the motorway. As soon as we were back up to speed, I asked this genie about the stone.

"OK, so what does this Stone of Bal-Shaganoth or whatever you call it, do?"
"It's called the Stone of Bal-Shagganoth and you'd do well to remember that. This artifact deserves your respect. There is a lot of history, a whole lot of history associated with this stone."
"Alright, Bal-Shagganoth. I want you to give me the lowdown. Pitch it to me."
"You like fucking, right, you like sex, but you cum too early. And it makes you feel like you suck. Well, when this stone is binded to your soul, not only can you get an erection at will, you only cum when you focus your energy on the stone. Theoretically, a man can fuck forever until he dies of old age. Actually, heh, someone actually did. Oh and your cock gets bigger too, as an added bonus."
"I like the sound of that. I've got another question. What happens if I lose the stone?"
"You DON'T lose the stone. You simply DO NOT lose the stone. You must keep it with you at ALL TIMES. You NEVER let it out of your sight. Because - if you lose the stone, it's still BOUND to you until death. And you DON'T let it fall into the wrong hands, either."
"What happens then?"
"If you let another man get the stone, they basically get control of your cock. And you really don't want that to happen. They can make you go hard or soft, and make you cum or not cum at their will. Basically, you'd better hope they do make you cum. Since this stone turns you into a sex god, you start to produce more and more sperm, you can work out what happens next if that cum doesn't come out."
"How big does my cock get?"
"It all depends on how big you are now."
"I'm six and a half."
"Jesus fucking christ, you don't have to lie to me. I'm a magical fucking entity. Your pecker is five and a quarter. But if I bind you now, you'll be.. about eight and a half."
"How about nine?"
"I forgot you were a sales guy. OK, nine. I mean, I still get your soul anyway, but yeah, guaranteed, nine inches of hot pleasure."

I thought about this for a few seconds. This was one of those once-in-a-lifetime opportunities and I'm a goddamn winner. This would square everything off and more. This was, like, my only weakness.

"I'm in."
"Good. I knew you would see sense in taking this most holy, precious item. You will not be disappointed."
"Am I bound now? I don't feel any different."
"Whoa there, pal. There's one more thing. That's the incantation ritual. All you have to do is just read the incantation on this scroll I'm about to give you and the magic will begin. Just take your clothes off, go somewhere private if you have to, read out that scroll and watch that dick grow before your very eyes. You're gonna be a lucky man. You can find both the stone and scroll in the glove compartment."
"What?"

The genie disappeared in a puff of smoke. The smoke made me cough, and I had to open a window. It smelt like a fucking eggy fart.

When I arrived home, I checked the glove compartment and there they were. The Stone of Bal-Shaggaroth and a cream paper scroll, neatly tied with a black ribbon. I snuck them into my briefcase.

At home, I greeted my wife and boys as normal, had my evening meal (steamed hake, new potatoes and veg, glass of Pinot Grigio) and settled down for the evening. In the back of my mind, I thought over and over about the journey home. Was this real? It seemed real, but so unreal too.

My wife wanted to get to bed at around ten. I told her I wanted to stay up. Some made-up story about a report I had to file for the Board, and some paperwork for someone I had to sack tomorrow. She took the bait.

It was a sort of a lie. I did actually have a meeting tomorrow where I'd be terminating someone's employment.

I carried on with some work on the iPad until she got herself off to bed. Soon after she had gone, I went to my suitcase to get the stone and the scroll.

Control (Part 1)

This is what my problem was. And despite her protests, I could tell just be looking at her that she wasn't happy. And this seemed to happen every fucking time we had sex. We'd have some good foreplay, I'd try to not let her touch me, but I'd just blow way before I needed to. I don't know what was causing this, I must have just worked myself up and blammo - It was all over before it had begun.

Don't get me wrong, I love sex, and so did she. But it just wasn't working any more. My cock had a mind of its own and wanted to be finished before we'd even begun.

Last night, feeling good, George and Tom (my two young boys) were asleep, Jennifer (my wife) was sitting in the lounge on the leather sofa, reading whatever book was on everybody's lips at the time. I was sitting next to her, finishing off a piece of work on the iPad, just some sales figures for the Board.

They can wait until the morning.

I turned to her. She didn't notice, or at least she wanted me to think she didn't. I lifted her tumbling dark brown curls and kissed her neck. She didn't flinch, she didn't push me away, she let me keep on kissing that warm, soft skin.

I could hear her breathing increase. I love that. A little pant, now. I think I had her attention. Trashy novels can wait.

Down went the book. I definitely had her attention now. And she turned to me.

"What are you after, Chris?"
"You know what I'm after."
"Alright then."

We kissed and I wrapped my arms around her on the sofa, pulling her in tight to me. In my mind, this was good, and I could already feel stirrings in my cock. I pressed it to her to remind her I was serious and wanted to fuck.

She responded and gripped me as hard as she could, and I kissed and nibbled down her neck, down to where her shirt was unbuttoned to her chest. She groaned in pleasure, she couldn't help herself.

I unbuttoned her blouse. I was eager. This was so hot, I had to try and hold myself back more and more. My dick was struggling inside my trousers, eager to break free and stick itself inside her warm pussy. Stop thinking about her pussy, Chris. I had mental images, something so gross to hold me back.

She took of her bra, showing me those wondrous breasts to bury my face in. Fuck it, we just got undressed right there on the sofa, so quick I hardly noticed, apart from me pulling her panties from her, revealing what I craved.

My dick was rock hard now. And tingling.

And cumming.

Jennifer looked at me, disappointed.

"Oh, get a tissue, Chris, for fuck's sake."

And that was that. Luckily for me, the sofa was easily to clean.

That wasn't the worst of it, and sometimes we did actually did fuck, I mean, we managed to make two kids. I wasn't always like this. Years ago, I could fuck for longer, and we would do it in many different styles and places. But it just changed, and I kept blowing my load before we even started.

Sometimes, I'd just eat her pussy and she did nothing to me, but I still finished way before she did.

It was a problem, and it was affecting me. Jennifer didn't seem too bothered about it, but I could feel it. Maybe it was me being paranoid that I wasn't satisfying her. But we had a lot of things going good for us, I had a good job, an Area Sales Manager, looking after teams of sales reps, making sure the company's products were getting noticed in the right way, and getting people to buy them. She was happy playing the housewife, looking after the kids, being a domestic goddess and all that. A meal on the table every night - something I missed when I was stuck in a hotel room far away from home.

Apart from the sex issues, life was good. But not perfect. Perfect was what I wanted. I just wished things were different.

Fate was to change that entirely.

Fate visited me the next evening, on the way home from the office.

I needed to fill up the car, so I pulled up at a service station. The company gave me a nice new Mercedes CL. I loved it. Always felt superior to the everyday plebs in their Japanese runabouts or bashed-up pieces of shit. I fucking owned when I pulled up.

I went into the shop to pay for the petrol. Grabbed me a bottle of Evian.

When I got back to the car, I was just about to turn the engine on when...

"Hello!"

Something greeted me from the rear seat that made me jump.

"What the fuck!" I shouted as I switched around.
"It's ok. Calm the fuck down." replied the gravelly voice.

It looked like some evil thing, leathery skin, long red beard, short and compact. It's piercing eyes looked back at me.

"What the fuck are you?"
"I'm the fairy fucking godmother. Now shut the fuck up and listen. I wanna do you a deal. You interested?"
"How did you get into my car?"
"Well, that'll either mean you didn't lock the doors when you went to pay, or I'm a fucking magician. But you did lock the doors, so work that out."
"What do you want?"
"This is the deal. I'm a fucking genie. You wished for something so hard, you brought me into your world! So in order to repay the favour, I can grant you a wish. At a price."
"You don't look like a genie."
"I'm not a fucking Disney character, you prick. Let's cut to the chase. I know what you want and I know how to give it to you. All I want is your soul upon death. It's not as if it'll have any other use now."
"Why do you want my soul?"
"Keeps me alive so I can grant wishes for others. Genie food. Goes to waste else. There's no Heaven or Hell, your soul just vanishes into the ether. Except if its promised to me. Anyway, let's cut to the chase, you're fed up of what the scientists call 'Premature Ejaculation'. I have an artifact that binds to you, and turns you into a sex god, and I'm giving it to you for free! Are you in?"