Jeremiah Has His Way

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“Listen here, you piece of shit –” begins another day at the office. Not even eight a.m. and I’ve already been verbally assaulted twenty-some odd times. I suppose it comes with the territory of being a debt collector. I’m Eric Hughes, I’m 35 and this will be my third year on the job. I never really ended up finishing college, but luckily my beautiful wife Melissa pays most of the bills with the money she makes as an attorney. Don’t ask how I landed her, I’m not really sure. We’d never been able to conceive but it hadn’t ever really been an issue between us. We’d both accepted that neither of us really wanted kids. We lived a pretty decent life, and I didn’t really mind working a dead-end job to support us. Anyway, the day had gone by pretty quickly and it was already noon when I checked my phone again. I stopped for a quick lunch and returned to my cubicle. After a dozen or so dropped calls a woman answered. “Hello?” “Hi, is this Ms. Zelma Brynn?” I hear a brief pause and a click. Thinking she’d hung up I queued up another number on the line, but suddenly she responded again. It almost sounded like she’d put me on speaker. “Yes, this is she,” she said, giggling slightly. “I’m calling on behalf of West Street E.R., and in accordance with their recor…” “You sound like you’ve got a tiny dick, dude.” My face suddenly turned red, and I stammered, “What?” The voice on the other end laughed hysterically and hung up. I sat and contemplated, wondering how she might have guessed that I had a small dick. I was humiliated, yet my cock started to grow in my pants. Suddenly my manager appeared to my left and rested his hand on my shoulder. I attempted to cover my growing hard-on, but realized that it couldn’t have been visible even if I’d tried. I stood up and greeted him. He was at least half a foot taller than me so I still had to look up to make eye contact. almanbahis şikayet “Sit down. Please, I insist,” he said, patting my shoulder. “What can I do for ya’ Jeremiah?” I asked, a little worried since we don’t normally talk unless I fuck up. “Oh nothing, really. Just wondering when you’d be having me over for dinner?” Suddenly I remembered. I’d invited Jeremiah to dinner at our last office Christmas party, but that was practically a year ago. My wife and his girlfriend at the time had hit it off pretty well. I had been kinda drunk but I distinctly remembered the invitation. “Oh… Y-yeah I remember. For sure, is your girlfriend going to join you?” “No. Mandy and I broke up a few months back,” he said matter-of-factly. “Oh man, sorry to hear that.” “It’s no problem, Eric,” he said, laughing and patting my back. “So how does eight p.m. sound? Your place.” “Oh, uh… today? I mean I guess I can do that, I’ll have to ask my wi…” “Cool, cool. See ya there man!” He suddenly walked away, talking to a secretary. I was a little bewildered by the whole thing, and began to suspect and ulterior motive. I was a little envious of Jeremiah. We’d actually started out working together, but he got pushed through the ranks much faster than I did. He had a pretty high success rate, so he got rewarded. It probably helped that he was pretty ruggedly handsome as well. Standing at 6’2”, Jeremiah had dark brown skin, visible muscles, and broad shoulders. He was pretty much everything I wasn’t. I finished up at work and drove home. Melissa usually got home a couple hours after me so I called her up to tell her he’d be coming over. “Oh yeah, he messaged me on Facebook already.” “You’re friends on Facebook?” I asked, with a hint of jealousy rising up inside me. “Oh yeah, but who isn’t, right?” she explained casually. She said she’d bring home dinner almanbahis canlı casino and for me to get the house ready for a guest. I did the dishes, swept the floor, etc. The place looked pretty good, and around 7:30 I heard laughter coming up the stairs of the entrance to our house. “Hey honey, look who I found.” Melissa said excitedly as Jeremiah walked in closely behind her. I gave her a kiss and greeted him with a handshake. His grip was so firm, and the contrast of his huge black hand contrasting with mine gave me some imagery of how our other body parts would match up. I was embarrassed it had even crossed my mind. I reminded myself that it was just a stereotype. Melissa had brought home some sushi, and we sat around the table and drank some wine that she’d picked up as well. After a while I was feeling kind of tipsy, and I noticed Melissa and Jeremiah seemed to be feeling it as well. I would occasionally catch Jeremiah glancing at Melissa, and at some point he just stopped giving a shit whether or not I’d seen him doing it. I was a more than a little embarrassed so I got up and stepped into the bathroom. I know it was kind of cowardly, but something inside of me wanted to know what would happen. I stood at the door listening. After a minute I heard some muffled talking, so I opened the door a little bit. “Do you think he knows?” I distinctly heard Jeremiah say. “I told him we were Facebook friends earlier today.” My heart sank. Does this mean they’re having an affair? Suddenly a million images of Jeremiah pounding my wife flooded my mind. Suddenly, I heard a soft moan. I peeked out from the bathroom and saw Melissa with her head leaned back in the chair. I opened the door a little farther and saw Jeremiah reaching under the table. I stared as my tiny dick grew in my pants. Jeremiah suddenly looked up and locked eyes with me, almanbahis casino and I hurried back into the bathroom. Did he see me? I pretended to flush the toilet and wash my hands. Wouldn’t want them to think I saw him fingering my wife at our dinner table. I walked out and sat back down nonchalantly. They kept talking, pretending nothing had happened. Melissa was biting her lip unconsciously, and her cheeks were flushed. Every so often Jeremiah would look over at me with a kind of smirk on his face. I was getting pretty uncomfortable at this point, and the alcohol wasn’t helping. “How about we call it a night, huh?” I said standing up. “Eric, just sit down, bud,” Jeremiah said bluntly, motioning for my chair. And, for some reason I obliged him. “Here’s what’s going to happen, man,” Jeremiah began. “You’re going to watch me fuck your wife on this table.” I scoffed. “Oh really?” I said with heat rising in my face. “Calm down buddy, it’s just the way it’s gonna go,” he said in a calming tone. I looked over at Melissa trying to laugh it off, but she wouldn’t meet my gaze. “Melissa, this is bullshit, right? I heard you guys in the bathroom, but I didn’t actually think you’d fuck Jeremiah behind my back, right?” I said angrily, yet the boner in my pants raged on. “It just feels so good Eric. I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say,” she said, looking away. My heart dropped, and I looked back at Jeremiah in disbelief. “Look man, your wife just isn’t satisfied in bed. She’s told me about your problems, and honestly I’m just here to help you guys out. Make sure everyone has a good time, make sense?” I looked back to Melissa. “Is that true? I didn’t know about this, Melissa. Why didn’t you come to me?” “I have Eric,” she said, finally making eye contact with me. “It’s just that you don’t take the hint, and I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” “Is his cock really that big?” I said still in complete denial. “Would you like to see?” Jeremiah suddenly said, standing up. “Sure, why the fuck not?” I said, getting drunker by the minute. A cocky smile crossed Jeremiah’s face as he stood up, unbuckling his belt.

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