Cross Contamination Pt. 03

"I need to help you puppy, give you a hand if you know what I mean." He heard the sound of her knees hitting the floor in front of him. "You can't do it yourself right now, you're all tied up and helpless."

He felt the rough rubber gloves designed for cleaning run their way up his naked legs. "But I can't just touch your dick skin to skin with my innocent little hands, Mr. H." She said in a sweet voice. "Can you imagine it? My little teenage hands all over your gross old dick? Ewww!"

"But the friction on these gloves is a little too much," she said, rubbing them uncomfortably on his upper thighs to demonstrate, "so I was nice and got you a little something else to improve the experience." And as she said this, he felt a cool, light piece of fabric fall onto his erect cock.

"What? What is th-that?" His blindness seemed to enhance every touch. He could feel every nerve ending in his throbbing cock.

"What, haven't you ever masturbated with a lady's panties, puppy?" And suddenly she was gripping his dick, smothering it in the cool, soft fabric. "I've heard it can be really intense. Makes you feel a real connection with her." She moved her hand slowly, softly, massaging at this point rather than stroking.

"You're jerking me off with your p- with your panties?" His mind reeled at the image, the beautiful little tease at his feet, bottomless, hand busily working on his cock.

That earned him a hard slap on the leg with a gloved hand, although Renee sounded amused when she answered: "Gross puppy! Of course not. I found some lying around the house."

"But anyway, puppy. I don't want you to focus on me. That's not the point of this exercise. You need to focus on your wife. And my Dad." He heard the blips of the volume on the laptop being turned up, and couldn't help but listen.

Oh God. Now they were talking about him. Victor was making fun of him, talking about his cowardice. Speculating about his poor performance in bed. And his beautiful, faithful wife wasn't defending him. She was laughing. Uncontrolled gales of snorts and giggles as Victor laid his greatest insecurities and faults on the table in a joking voice.

"Heehee," tittered Renee, moving her hand, with the panties that were starting to get slightly slimy with precum, relentlessly on his dick, "You might not like this very much, Mr. H, but little Daren here likes it a LOT."

The silk shift tied around his face smelled just like Gina, images of her swam through his head. But instead of how he regularly pictured her, smiling, energetic, confident; he now saw her cruel, pointing at him, hanging on Victor's muscular arm as they both laughed at his expense.

He listened as Victor mocked his stutter, something that he had opened up to Gina about in a deep heart to heart. About how he used to be bullied for it, how it still made him insecure to this day. How when Charlie Brandt mocked it, it really got to him. And she had listened, and held him, and swore that it made him no less of a man. He listened to her snorts of laughter as his boss made a cruel mockery of his issue.

"Whoa there, puppy." Said Renee, giggling. She pulled her hands away from his dick for a moment. "Calm down, it's not time to cum yet." He realized what she meant, that he had been right on the edge. He let out a moan. A mixed sound of heartbreak and desperation to cum.

Renee's hands returned gently to his desperate cock, moving slowly and firmly.

"Let me tell you what we are doing here, puppy. Why I'm putting you through this." She was speaking in a gentle voice, soft enough that it didn't drown out his wife and boss's discussion of how poorly his penis compared to Victor's. He found his attention split between Renee and the audio feed. In his heightened senses from the blindness, the effect was hypnotic, almost subliminal. The sounds blended in his mind with the heavy scent of Gina from the blindfold, her sweat and perfume, and he fell into a trance of lust.

"Do you know why cuckold porn is popular, puppy? It's not because men picture themselves as the bull. No, no. They picture themselves as the pathetic, horny cuck. But why? Why not have a fantasy where they are doing the fucking, instead of having their loved ones fucked? Because of cavemen, cucky. I mean puppy (whoopsie!). Anyway, in caveman times, if a caveman with a better body and a bigger dick tried to steal your hot cavewoman wife, you're brain was programmed to make you suuuper horny." She started jacking him rapidly for a couple of beats as if to demonstrate.

Gina was laughing, and admitting that Victor's dick was much bigger. Gina's scent wafted from the silk shift, making him picture her wearing it, gazing at him with smoky eyes. He picturered her comparing his dick with Victor's in person. Pictured her look of amusement as she hefted his cock and Victor's one in each hand. Pictured her moving both hands over to Victor's.

"Are you listening, puppy? If your caveman brain gets horny enough, the hope is that it will motivate you to fight for your woman! To fuck her real good and win her back! That's why cuckold porn really does it for a lot of guys, our old caveman-time brains. So that's what we are doing right now with you! By making you super miserable, and jealous and horny, maybe we can pump you up enough to do something about my dad and your wife."

"So that's our mission here puppy. To reeeeally get your eyes on the prize, help you grow some balls. But we aren't quite ready to finish yet, so let's kill time with another little fact. Do you know why a cockhead is shaped like a mushroom?" She began focusing on his head, working it in tight, short strokes "It's so that your dick can sort of work to scooop your rivals' cum out of your woman's pussy. Seriously, it's a real scientific theory. I think your dick is just perfectly shaped. Not for pleasing a woman obviously, but for cumscooping. For scooping my dad's sperm out of your wife's used pussy. Of course, I'm not so sure it's long enough to reach all of the cum...

The words flowed over him, but he was also listening to the change of conversation on the audiofeed.

Divorce. It felt like darkness was swelling in his chest. In his brain. In his crotch. A huge orgasm was coming, but it scared him to be this turned on by this.

"P-please wait, Miss Cross."

"Mistress, puppy. Call me mistress right now." She wasn't slowing down, her hand was speeding up, the panties now soaking in precum. Gina was talking about how she had thought of leaving him many times. It was just what Gina and their marriage counselor had told him definitely wasn't true countless times.

"Please m-mistress. Stop! I don't want to cum to this!" If he came to this, to his own betrayal, to his worst fears coming true, what kind of man was he? But his dick was already twitching, the orgasm rolling unstoppably forward. Gina and his hated boss were discussing how she never planned to have another baby with him.

"Too late, so lets make it count, cucky." Said Renee, hands working at lightning speed, "Repeat after me: 'I love you, Gina!'."

He came so hard he saw stars in the blackness, filling the panties wrapping his cock with thick white slime. He came to his own destruction, as he moaned out "I-I love you Ginaaa!"

...

Conversation moved on to lighter topics, and Gina began to relax again. Victor could be a real charmer when he wasn't being a manipulative son of a bitch. She could see how he could be a good boyfriend. Not to her, obviously, but she was sure that he would make a lucky lady really happy someday.

It made it easier to relax that she was reaching the end of the date with no flaws at all in her act. She had played the role of pleasant date to a tee. There was no way that Victor could wiggle out of this one. She was going to secure her husband's position for him and never have to see Victor again.

But then she saw Xavier, that little asshole from her job, the one who wouldn't stop hitting on her. He was walking across the room, some bimbo on his arm. Shit. She tried to turn herself in her chair a little in the hopes that he wouldn't notice her, but it was already too late. He was walking towards her with a dopey grin on his face.

"Gina, I didn't expect to see you here tonight! This is Candy," He said, indicating the young blond woman on his arm. "And who is this?," He said, raising his eyebrows at Victor."

"I'm her date." said Victor, wiggling his eyebrows while he chewed the last piece of his veal.

"Oooohhh, you must be Daren," said Xavier, a look on his face spelling clearly that he hadn't realized that Daren was a large black man and was quickly revising some of his plans.

Victor threw his head back and laughed. "Of course not! Never compare me to that loser. I'm just the guy who takes his wife out for dinner."

Xavier was laughing too, and his dull, pretty eyes looked like they were doing a thousand calculations a minute.

"He's joking Xavier," said Gina firmly. The last thing this prick needed was encouragement in his doomed quest to get into her pants. "This is just a business dinner. We aren't on a date."

Xavier looked unconvinced. His eyes flicked back to Victor, looking for a man's confirmation that what she said was true. It made her blood boil.

"Now that hurts my feelings, honey." said Victor in a wounded voice, "I worked so hard to make this a special evening for my princess. I know why you might be ashamed of having a boyfriend when you are married, but that denial really cuts deep."

He reached a hand out to Xavier, who shook it with a firm grip. "Victor Cross, CEO of Cross Communications."

"Xavier Mason, lawyer at Feinman and Shultz. You have a fine taste in women, Mr. Cross."

Victor chuckled, "That I do Xavier, that I do. Here," he snapped open a small metal case from his pocket and handed Xavier an understated business card. "Get in touch Xavier, I have some ideas that I'd like to run by you."

"It's not true, Xavier." Said Gina as he began to walk away, "It's just a tasteless joke. I don't want you to get the wrong idea!" His only response was to wave over his shoulder.

Victor was leaning back in his chair with that old cocky grin plastered across his face.

"So close, Gina."

"No Victor, no no no. Come on!"

"I almost thought that my girlfriend was the part that you were born to play. Well luckily, it looks like you'll have a lot more opportunities to get comfortable with the role."

"It's not fair Victor! He was from my work!" Gina heard the little-girl whine creeping into her voice, but she couldn't stop it.

Victor shrugged playfully, "I don't remember carving out any exceptions, baby."

"So... So what then?"

"So now we're dating. I'm your boyfriend now."

Gina still couldn't believe that she had lost again. At a game that was so easy and rigged in her favor. It was humiliating. It was like she couldn't win against this man, like he was always above her, looking down with that smile on his face. Like no matter how she squirmed and strived, he would always be superior. She felt the burn of humiliation, compounding as she felt herself growing wet. "And what does that mean to you exactly?" she asked in a fearful voice.

"Not what you are imagining." Said Victor with a chuckle, "Unless, that is, you want to bring those fantasies to life." He reached across the table with his palm up again.

"No Victor," Gina said, without the firm decisiveness she had tried to inject the phrase with, "I won't. I'm faithful to Daren." But she tentatively reached her hand across the table and intertwined it with his.

"Fair enough, I understand." Said Victor lightly, his eyes sparkling like he was keeping a secret.

"In that case, this is what it means to me. You will give me your phone number and respond to my texts. No need for acting, just be yourself. But don't ignore me, that's bad girlfriend behavior." He said smiling and waving his finger back and forth. "You will also accept gifts from me. What girlfriend wouldn't?"

"And naturally," he said, squeezing her hand tight, "We'll go on dates. You don't have to say yes every time I ask you out, you're a busy woman with a lot going on after all. But I expect you to make time at least once a month."

Gina nodded, accepting his demands reluctantly. As long as she could keep him on the hook and interested, she could protect Daren's job and her family, she told herself.

"Would I need to tell anyone?" She asked seriously, "Because that would be a dealbreaker."

"No, that's fine," said Victor, "I get it, your reputation is important to you. You don't even need to tell Daren if you don't want to."

The meal was over, they got up and moved to the door. The attendant got her coat.

"I'm not dating you because I like you, Victor", Said Gina, grabbing him by the arm, "I'm doing this because I love Daren and this is the only way to help him."

"I believe that you believe that." Said Victor, moving close to her, invading her space with his. He really was a mountain of a muscled man. He knew how to make his dominant presence felt, just through shifting his stance. What did he mean by what he said? She felt intimidated by him, physically and mentally. It was hard to focus on the meaning of the words.

"Now, I don't think it's too much to ask my new girlfriend for a goodnight kiss, right?"

Gina opened her mouth to refuse, but he was so close. His presence overwhelmed her. His soft lips were already on hers, his strong arms around her body. His kiss was firm, forceful. His tongue flicked its way into her mouth, and she found herself gently, softly caressing the intruder with her own, appeasing... welcoming. It seemed to last forever, although it was just a moment. As he withdrew, Gina realized that she had been on tiptoes, her back slightly arched, straining into the kiss. Her nipples felt tight and hard against the confines of her bra, and her panties were hot and humid.

Victor opened the door for her and held it, gesturing to the private car which was already waiting for her.

"I'll be seeing you soon...sweetie." He said with a wink.

...

Daren came out of a stupor, arms aching, still bound to the dining room chair. At some point, Renee had removed the silk shift and tossed it on the couch.

Renee herself was still there, busily clicking and typing away on his laptop, tongue out with concentration.

She looked over at him with a smile when she saw that he was moving.. "Awww, look who's up! You know, I've heard some guys say that they came so hard they passed out, usually after I've texted them a few pics," She said with a wink, "But this is the first time I've seen it, puppy. I had to check to make sure you didn't have a heart attack."

"What are you doing on my computer?"

Renee looked up with a warning look. "I know you are a little out of it puppy, but be more polite."

"What are you doing on my computer, Miss Cross." He said in a contrite voice.

"Better. I am getting you all set up for our training program, puppy. She turned the screen around so that he could see it, and started flipping through the tabs. 'Wife Tamers' 'White Chicks, Dark Dicks' 'Cuck Diaries', everything you need." She waved around a credit card with a smile before slipping it back in her purse. "No more free stuff for you, I got you premium subscriptions to all the relevant sites I could find, my treat. I even got you this one, just as a palate cleanser." She quickly showed him the last tab "Naughty Daddy" before closing the computer with a snap.

"Now, I'm going to leave you this," she said, waving a sheet with neat handwriting, "It's every site I signed you up for. Luckily I was able to get the same username and password on each one. She held up the sheet so that he could see."

User: Puppycuck

Pass: <3MissCross

"Don't lose this, and for sure don't let your wife see it!"

"But wait. Wait. I don't need those."

"Weren't you listening when I was explaining to you puppy? Well, I guess you probably were a little distracted. We need you to jerk off to your pervy cuck fantasies as much as you can! I want you to be thinking about my dad and your wife doing the deed every other thought!, I want you wanking off your little dick to how you imagine they will fuck whenever you are alone! That's the only way we can pump up your horny jealousy to the level where you can satisfy your wife in bed, and maybe even make you brave enough to tell my dad to fuck off."

Daren shook his head. He wasn't totally convinced.

"I mean, tonight was a great start, puppy! Look at all the cummies you squirted out! You must have been soooo jealous and turned on." She pointed at his crotch, and he realized with shame and discomfort that the slimy, sodden panties were still wrapped around his now flaccid penis.

"You had better find a secret place to throw those out by the way, puppy." Said Renee with a disgusted grimace. "I can't imagine Cassie would be too happy if she found her panties that way."

Daren looked up in shock. "What did you say?! These are C-cassie's?"

Renee shrugged, with a confused look. "Yeah Mr. H. I just grabbed the closest ones I could find. It was just for the sensation. It doesn't matter whose panties they were, puppy, it's not like you were thinking about Cassie while I was using them."

Daren looked troubled. What she was saying seemed right, but he couldn't help but feel a line had been crossed there.

Renee walked over to him and unbound him.

"I have to leave, puppy, your wife will be back before long. I will be in touch soon. I found your cell number, wait for my text." She gave a flirty wave, and walked out the door, leaving him rubbing his wrists, and a few minutes later, peeling the slimy panties off his dick with distaste.

...

That night, when his wife returned, Daren had the first wild passionate sex with Gina that they had had in a long time. Daren was much more aggressive than usual, and Gina responded enthusiastically, moaning her way to orgasm before Daren came, joyfully and without dark feelings, deep in her pussy. It was a great moment for both of them, Gina mentally confirming to herself with smugness that losing to Victor again had changed nothing about her marriage, and Daren realizing with wonder that maybe Renee was on to something with her little training plan.

Both of them were wrong