Serpena the Cock Charmer (Ch. 1)

Story by Soul in Shadow

Serpena, the Cock-Charmer

Ch1.

Sid Mitchell was not what you'd call a very strong man. Sure, Sid prided himself on his rather noteworthy physique; an almost-daily workout regimen ensured his body would remain trim and in top form, and, by Sid's own estimation, he more than measured up when it came to his more...personal parts. Sid's weakness, however, had nothing to do with any kind of physical impotency, rather, Sid's was a wholly intrinsic lack of straight willpower.

Sid was vaguely aware of his shortcoming, though arrogance forever disallowed him from owning up to it personally. Instead, he hid it behind a facade of bravado and aggression, from his attitude at his workplace, Regency Motors, to his treatment of his cowerkers, and even his attitude towards his wife, Angela. The majority of people found Sid to be a decent enough fellow, though slightly grating at times, but even these accepting individuals were hard pressed to explain how an ass like Sid ended up, and managed to hold on to, a catch like Angela.

Angela's part in this sordid tale, however, comes later. For now, Sid's weakness must take center stage, for it might later be argued that if Sid had been any stronger of a man, any more faithful of a husband, the events of this tale would never have taken place. Alas, this evening found Sid persuing an activity entirely undeserving of his wife's devotion and affection.

The rain fell had on the city streets; the weathergirl had predicted at least another day or two of non-stop downpour. The gray weather was merely another of the small annoyances that currently pressed on Sid Mitchell's frazzled mind as he maneauvered his month-old, black SUV down yet another dim alleyway in the heart of the city. Recently, his boss had been on his ass about how his "attitude problems" were causing increasing tensions at work. "Fuck the old man, he wouldn't know an attitude problem if it shoved itself up his ass," Sid thought darkly, as the headlights of his SUV lit upon yet another street sign. Checking the directions he'd scrawled on a small yellow post-it note, Sid made a hard right, not bothering to signal or check to see if someone was coming the other way. In his state of mind, Sid could have cared less.

The attitude problems his boss so carefully referred to had to do with a recent complaint the new girl at the office, Sandra, had filed against Mr. Mitchell. She claimed he had made improper and lewd suggestions to her over the course of her first few days on the job, and that she would press charges if the attention continued.

Sexual harassment, that was a laugh. The tawdry bitch had been all but rutting against him from the minute she'd arrived. Decked out in her too-short skirts and tight blouses, she'd flaunted herself at Sid nearly constantly. Not that he'd minded at the time though, and like any other man in his position would have done, Sid had propositioned the little minx for some extra-curricular activities.

Sandra, like the slut she was, was more than eager to fool around with Sid behind his wife's back...for a little something in return that was. Of course, that part had come later, after the messy blowjobs and hot fucks the two had shared in Sid's private office, and Sid had been absolutely furious. For one, his pride had been a little scarred by the encounter; Sid was vain enough to believe that his prick, impressive though it was, could have any woman hopelessly addicted with just one fuck. It was why, he believed, Angela stayed so devoted towards him; she was so completely cock-whipped that she had little choice.

Whether Sid's understanding of his marriage was accurate or not, Sandra had needed a little more...green...out of their relationship, and when Sid had turned her down, she turned him in. The sexual harassment charge looked bad enough, but what was worse, she'd left him a note that claimed if he didn't pay up, she'd take the news of his infidelity to his wife.

Sid was furious, but for now he had no alternative but to pay the devious little whore. Though Sid had fooled around behind Angela's back before, it had always been on the annual business trips he took to view new car models, and always with a paid hooker. Sid justified his actions every day, simply by looking at himself in the mirror. Such a perfect example of manly studliness, he reasoned, could never be satisfied with just one woman. And so long as he came home every night, paid his trophy wife the lip service of his love, and kept her screwed senseless, no harm would come of it, right?

Sandra, it seemed, was going to prove him wrong, which brought Sid to his current predicament. Not without his own level of cunning, Sid had done some quiet background checks on the tempting Ms. Sandra, and his investigations had soon borne fruit. It appeared that, in addition to her job as secretary at Regency Motors, Sandra had a second source of undeclared income. As par for course, Sandra happened to work as a hooker on the wee

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