Good Man [Slightly surreal, random acts of blowjob][polite free-use][‘Sex positive feminism’][non-monogamy][cuckqueaning]

Violent rape and other serious sexual assaults are inflicted, by a minority of men, on women, not because the men in question do not know any better, nor because the victim did anything at all to deserve it. They do this because they have antisocial tendencies, and, quite simply, do not care. This group will henceforth be referred to as ‘Antisocial Men’.

Lesser sex pests, who cause the majority of sexual Discord, such as excessive ogling, wolf whistling, drunken fondling, and so on, which is unwarranted, and causes discomfort to (most) women, is perpetrated by men who are ignorant, selfish, impolite or otherwise temporarily suffering from diminished capacity – due to intoxication, stress or excessive focus on their own lustful, wishful thinking (colloquially known as ‘thinking with their dicks’. Some men persist in this state of existence due to lack of experience with positive male role models, or sexual experience with women. This group will be known as ‘Nuisance Men’.

It is the natural state of typical/common, well adjusted, heterosexual men to lust after women. To desire sexual congress with women they barely know. They may well on occasions DREAM of what Nuisance or Antisocial men actually do, but they would never seriously consider inflicting such injustices on an actual woman. These are ‘Typical Men’.

To clarify, our issue, as women, is not with typical male sexuality per se. Libido differs from man to man, but there is no appreciable clustering or significant difference in degree of Desire for the ‘business’ of women between Typical, Nuisance and ANtisocial men.

The end goal of any sex positive feminist collective that honestly strives to improve the circumstances of women WITHOUT gonna war with men as a whole should be to encourage more men to live up to their best selves – to encourage Antisocial and Nuisance men to at least adopt the socially acceptable persona of so-called Typical Men, and to never drop this mask, for fear of grievous consequences. To encourage typical men to live up to the best version of themselves, to become IDEAL men.

Antisocial men will Abuse/’Game’ any culture, free or repressed, or any system of sexual customs or mores. True reform of antisocial men is not efficient. Appeals must be made to their self-interest.

Nuisance Men will at all times offend, in their ignorance, until educated, or until they outgrow their immaturity.

These three groups, and members within any group, do not, excepting small collaborations, collude to attain the affection of women. There is no ‘Myrmidon’ class of Male enforcers that keep women in line through threat of Rape and other violations.

We honestly believe that what is needed to improve this situation, to make women safer, and both men and women happier, is a ‘Sisterhood’. A rationally designed, collaborative, unified front that takes into profile the variable nature of women, and the true nature of men, and why they do us wrong.

Some women, the majority, honestly do not desire unsolicited sexual attention, or casual sexual contact. Some women can be truly happy in committed, monogamous relationships, with just one man. Other women have specific needs, which are never gonna ‘Organically’ align with the needs of the men in their life. Some women desire wilder sexual escapades – from flattering attention, to ‘Rape-Baiting’.

Human sexuality is complicated and wrought with ‘frozen accidents’ and other relics of evolution, that, if un-managed, would leave men and women at odds, and almost uniformly unsatisfied.

What We propose is a three-pillared re-organisation of female sexual justice:

A reporting system, that any woman can use, to report men who have treated them well, in methods that are noteworthy, as well as offences, also both small and large, that would not soon be addressed through the traditional, male-dominated legal system.

A council of women, who can evaluate these reports, and make recommendations as to rewards or sanctions to be visited on the men in question.

An ‘Army’ (the Male Constructed term really is the most apt), of sluts. When WE say sluts, we speak of the reclaimed term. A positive label, for any woman who truly embraces/’owns’ her sexuality, warts and all, and strives to exercise it in a healthy manner, and to direct it at men who are truly deserving.

It is our honest, fervent belief that, such a system, properly implemented, would be a net positive for men and women, as well as human society as a whole.

–Excerpt from Gender integrated Society and its future, AKA ‘The Sarah Spice Manifesto’

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It was a Tuesday, my work from home day, Mid-morning, just as I was about to get up to make my second cup of coffee, that I heard the doorbell ring.

Fuck!”

Who could it be? A sales person? A God-Botherer? Someone looking for a lost Dog?

I threw on a t shirt, and shuffled down stairs in just that, and my pyjama pants, deciding that anyone rude enough to show up unannounced could do without my best dress. The door-bell rang a second time just as I got my hand on the knob. Whoever this is means company, and I am no less puzzled when I fling open the front door, still slightly irked at the interruption, to discover a young woman, blonde, hair in plaits, tied with pink ribbons, wearing a floral print summer dress that showed off just a little cleavage, and cork wedge heels. She stares at me, her eyes widening, then slips on a mask of calm.

“Roy Hackett?”|

Her voice is soft, mellifluous, yet with a hard edge, that I suspect she put there, on purpose. I simply nod, to indicate that she has my name right.

“Husband, and lover, to Jane Hackett?”

Whoever this is does not come across as a God-Botherer, and is odd for anyone, let alone a pet-owner. I wonder what she has to sell. I nod again, not wanting to break the poor girl’s flow, as she seems nervous, while trying not to be, and at the same curious as to where this will go.

“I am an acolyte of Sarah Spice, or, as commonly called, a “Service Scout”. My true name is not important. You may call me ‘Slut’.”

My eyes go wide, and I am truly speechless. My irritation is all gone, replaced with a whole raft of other emotions. Nothing to sell. No lost Dog, and more interesting than any regular God Botherer. A most likely harmless nutter, from the newly formed ‘Underground Social Club’, as it is called by those not overtly against it, and a ‘Cult’, mostly by those from other cults, who don’t want to be made to look bad, or maybe just don’t want the competition. I didn’t know what to expect, or when, if ever, I SHOULD expect to encounter a ‘slut’ in the wild. But this was the last thing I expected to happen today.

“How can I help you, young lady…I mean, Slut?”

She grins, as if excited to have come so close to a chance to chastise me, I suddenly suspect. Then she launches into her ‘pitch’, speaking with confidence, more than just a moment before, it seems. Must be a relief for her, to be over the initial introductions.

“Several days per week, you buy coffee, and are most often served by a young Barista named Carly. She dresses the way she dresses, and this prompts many male customers to ogle her excessively, even flirt with her, and disrupt her work, and her day. You are one of the few men who treat her like a human being, not simply fuck-meat to be pursued. You keep the ogling to a minimum. This small gesture means a lot to her. She made a report to the Council of Unified Niceties and Treatment Systematics. They have rules that, in light of your inoffensive, femme-friendly existence, you are worthy of Positive Reinforcement.”

She pauses, and collects herself, seemingly pleased that I listened attentively, then delivers the punchline.

“In light of this, as a proud Slut, devoted to living life as a Paragon to other women, and in a way that Sarah herself would approve of, I have, of my own initiative, volunteered to visit you today, to suck on your cock until you cum inside my mouth.”

My jaw drops, and she pauses for just a moment, as the words wash over me.

“May I come in?”

“I….I…I Can’t..I..Don’t..My wife.”

“You wish me to raise the stakes, Sir?”

She lifts her dress, as she stands at my front door, revealing a smooth, waxed pussy that, I see, while trying not to stare, seems to already glisten with excitement.

“Your wife said I should encourage you in this way. She said you would appreciate the view, and that I should remind you of her ‘Terrible Tuesday’.”

She drops her dress back down, and stands her ground.

“Sir, may I come in now? This is the second time I am asking. I am only supposed to ask thrice. Please, Sir. I am nervous too.”

Her voice has taken on a slightly scared, demure tone.

“You can let me in, and you won’t be obligated to accept my favour. Please.”

I take her hand, and almost pull her across the threshold, closing the door behind me. I remember one of the few things about Sarah Spice, the elusive ‘Goddess’, that stuck in my mind – she appreciated men who took charge, at just the right moment.

Putting my hands on her hips, I place her gently to one side, and look into her pretty eyes.

“Wait there, and hold still. I need to call my wife, sweet little slut.”

“Yes, Sir”. I can hear what sounds like the beginning of a Swoon in her voice.”

As I pull out my phone, she stays where I put her, but does not exactly hold still. Instead, the Slut lifts her dress, and begins to gently butter her muffin, while bringing up her other hand, raising one long, pink-painted nail, and holding it to her lips, indicating that I should keep quite about this.

Jane picks up on the third ring.

“What’s up, hon? Am about to go into a meeting…..”

“There….There’s a girl here. She wanted to come inside, and she is, she…”

“Is she offering to give you a blowjob, hon?”

“Yes, that’s right, A blowjob. How did-”

“Oh great! I told them to send her before lunch, since you would probably jerk off in the afternoon, given I didn’t put out for you this morning.”

“Wait, you’re really OK with this?”

“Of course! You earned it. I’ll be more upset, and puzzled, if you keep me from my meeting, and keep that poor girl waiting. Enjoy it! And don’t feel guilty. I WANT you to do this.”

“I love you so much. You’re the best wife a man could hope for. I want to give you-”

“Gotta go! Love you too. Tell me all the juicy details tonight.”

As I put my phone down, the Slut lifts her dress, shaking and wiggling her hips a little more than she needs to, but I don’t mind. She reveals a stunning body. Juicy, thicc, curvaceous, almost dangerously so. A nice, firm pair of tits, and once again, that freshly waxed pussy.

She leans against the wall, putting her arms up, relaxing against it, showing off her body.

“Are you now satisfied, Sir, that I am not some crazy, home-wrecking little whore?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s OK, sir. I understand. Most committed men don’t bother to check in, once they know they have a willing Slut. Now come here. Touch me, wherever you like. Kisses are allowed. Encouraged even. Just treat it as a friendly greeting, and remember, I am not here to deliver you Pussy. The Blowjob is the main event. Everything else is just foreplay.”

Not needing to be told twice, I step in close to the happy, playful slut, and get my hands all over her, sliding my left up to fondle her tits, finding an excited, erect nipple that I brush over my palm, and sliding my right down between her legs, exploring, probing at her her sopping wet, juicy, excited little cunt. She gasps and moans softly as I touch her.

“OH wow, you really ARE happy to be here, aren’t you?”

She just nods, and grins, and then bites her bottom lip, as I get more…enthusiastic, with both my hands. After a moment of this, she starts to gasp and moan a little more intensely. She closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them, staring at me, with a look that suggests I have been a very naughty boy, then brings her left hand down, and reaches into my pyjama pants, pulling out my stiff, excited, dripping manhood. She strokes it gently, as she speaks up, doing her best to stay composed, as I continue playing with her pussy.

“You REALLY would like to fuck me, wouldn’t you?”

I can only gasp, as she puts on expert pressure with her hand.

“I’ll take that as a yes. It’s OK to want it, but you wouldn’t violate a sweet, kind slut like me, would you? You can…You can..AH! Keep touching me like this, and I might give in, and let you. But I am REALLY, really! only supposed to suck your cock, then leave.”

She puts both hands on my sides, and gently pushes me back. I take the hint, and step back, hard cock now hanging out.

She bats her eyes.

“You wouldn’t want to get me in trouble, would you?”

“Of course not!”

She holds out her hand to me.

“Great! I knew you were a good man. Now take me somewhere comfortable, so I can suck you dry.”

Taking her hand, I walk her, slowly, not wanting to make her stumble in those heels, as willing as I am, down the hall. I stop at the stairs. I could take her to bed. To the bed I distribute with my wife. To have this Slut, this ‘Other Woman’, in our Marital Bed, as ‘Forbidden Fruit’ as it would be, feels like a step too far.

So I lead her into the living room. Dropping my pants, I sit down on the three seater, spread my legs wide. I relax, and try to stop my head from swimming, try to get my head around this surreal encounter.

The Slut unstraps her wedges, and climbs up on the sofa, laying across it, on her side, chest down, draping herself over me. Her mouth just inches from my erect cock. Momentarily, she tilts her head at an odd angle, to look up at me.

“Ready?”

“Yes. Please.”

Without warning, not hesitation, the Slut wraps her loving lips around my cock. Sliding it all the way into her mouth in one smooth, slow, practiced motion. She uses no teeth, Just the right amount of tongue, and works those perfectly dick-sucking lips up and down my shaft. Not knowing where to put my hands, I put one on her head, and start, gently, affectionately, to stroke her hair.

My breathing quickens and it feels wonderful beyond belief, as this sweet, shy, demure little Slut sucks my cock like a thousand dollar an hour escort.

This goes on for what feels like a lifetime, before she slides her lips up, gripping my shaft tightly all the way, letting them basically fall off over the tip with a faint sucking, plopping sound. She turns to look up at me.

“I enjoy this. I get OFF on sucking cock. That’s why I came her. Feel free to get rough. AS tough as you think I can handle. It probably won’t be enough for me. You can fuck my MOUTH as hard as you want.”

Gobbling my knob again, I lay hands on her head, gripping it. Pulling her hair a little. I work her mouth up and down over my cock, causing her to get a little sloppy, make the most amazing noises. AS I do this, she shifts her lower body, spreading her legs just enough to get a dainty hand between them. She rubs her pussy as she sucks my cock. As she lets me use her mouth like a fleshlight.

Soon enough, the sucking, slurping, gagging sounds are mixed in with groans, and gasps. Then she shudders, briefly. I slow down, but she keeps working her lips up and down my cock as she comes to what looks like a subdued orgasm. But what would I know?

I slow down, staring at her pussy, as she idly rubs it. I work her head up and down over my cock, slowly steadily. Then, remembering the deal, I look away from her pussy, and focus on the blowjob. She pushes her head up, resisting my downward pressure, and even tilts her head, and my cock, while keeping it in her mouth, to look up at me. There is the strangest, most wonderful look of longing in her eyes. I let go of her, and she slide her lips up my cock, gasping for air, taking a moment to catch her breath.

She gets down on her knees, so she can comfortably look up at me.

“You are SUCH a gentleman. You have no idea. I want to make you an offer.”

She bites her bottom lip, suddenly all coquettish and shy again.

“I KNOW you want to fuck me, and I am ready to do. I really, really want to let you. But the ticket said blowjob. No-one would know, if we didn’t tell, but I would FEEL terrible. But, maybe, if you let me go at my own pace. If you just close your eyes, think whatever happy thoughts, about whatever woman you want, and keep your hands down flat on the sofa, if you do all that, and let me just work my magic on you, and you can last through five minutes of that….”

She climbs up on me a little, resting her pussy on my thigh, her face inches from mine.

“Maybe THEN, if you keep your eyes closed, I could sit on your lap, and ride your cock, And you could finish up inside my pussy.”

Impulsively, she reaches out and pecks me on the lips.

“Deal?”

Beyond words at this point, I can only shut my eyes, and put my hands down flat on the couch, where they won’t cause any trouble.

I feel those loving lips of a slutty, beautiful angel around my cock again. I begin to think of the women who made this efficient. Thursday tomorrow. Stacy will most likely be in Yoga pants, when I go on for my morning coffee. A tight top, and a smile. She put in a good word for me. She WANTS me to cum. Maybe this is all a test? Maybe she will let me pull those yoga pants down, and have her Golden, angelic Peach? No! She doesn’t want that! that’s the whole point of this! And my wife. What is she thinking right now? Is she jealous? Feeling betrayed? What will tonight be like? I feel like it will bring us closer. I don’t figure out why my wife is letting me have this, But she WANTS me to be happy, SHe loves me. I think of tonight, when I will make sweet, sweet love to her. Then I think of Stacy, on the sofa, here, rubbing HER pussy as she sucks my cock. NO! She doesn’t want that?

*Maybe she wants women*?

I am suddenly picturing Jane, and Stacy, naked, making out, touching each other. Stacy sits down on the bed, spreads her legs, and my loving wife kneels, puts her mouth to Stacy’s lips, and starts eating her out. It wouldn’t be a threesome if I didn’t join in, so I stand behind my loving, lovely wife, and, as I watch the girl who makes my coffee roll her eyes back in pleasure, and fondle her own tits, lost in bliss, as if this is what she at all times wanted, I plunge my cock into Jane.

It’s a little hard to keep count at that point, so I only last about 10-20 strokes before blowing my load inside the sweetest, most wonderful little Slut I have ever known, who takes it in stride, keeping her lips halfway up the shaft, to catch every drop of cum. BY the time I come back down to earth enough to remember where I am, and to have the presence of mind to open my eyes, the Slut has not only swallowed the lot, but suck and milked me cock dry and clean. She stands, ever so slightly shaky on her feet, and smiles down at me, fully naked, not a hint of self consciousness.

“You did great, Sir. You’ll get a glowing report from me. You got what you deserve, now I’ll see myself out, you just relax.”

By the time I hear the door close behind her, I am resting my eyes, doing my best not to doze off. As I do, I think of the ten things I wanted to ask her.

I wake a couple hours later, my phone on the ground, where it fell. It’s blown up with notifications – texts, missed calls. From Work. From Jane. And elsewhere.

Helluva time for a nap, but I had no choice. Being a good Man really takes it out of you.

NSFW: yes


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