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Husband's Boss Ch. 01

By: spider007



Bobby and Heather Abbott got married right after college and have been married 17 years. Bobby has a slight build at 165 lbs and 5'-9". He works out regularly and keeps himself in top shape. He has an average penis of 5 inches. His job is a high-level operations auditor for a large construction firm; he hobnobs with top management at HQ but also travels a lot to various company locations.

Heather is a trim 120 lbs and 5'-5". She too works out and has maintained the same striking body she had in college. She has high cheekbones, long flowing auburn hair and deep green eyes. Her waist is a svelte 23 inches with 34-inch hips atop long shapely legs. Her breasts are a prominent 36D. Her 38 years easily pass for 23. While her overall look draws much attention, her breasts draw stares and drools. She modeled some in earlier years and now stays active in local volunteer groups and raising her high school senior daughter.

They are very much in love. The sex may have tapered off slightly but that is from 10-12 times a week when the first were married. Bobby still goes gaga seeing his luscious wife and she in turn loves being ravished by her virile husband. He helps all he can around the house and working with their daughter, a striking auburn-haired girl in her own right. Heather never complains about his work and in fact supports him and his career every way she can. This will soon lead to trouble.

School had just let out for the summer and the Abbotts were busy setting up the long-planned trip for their graduate daughter, Shawn. She would be spending most of the summer with her grandparents at the shore, and was very excited about it. Bobby and Heather were looking forward to a house all to themselves where they could lose all inhibitions and do whatever, wherever, whenever they wanted. They put Shawn in a cab to take her to the airport, waved lovingly as she drove away, and went back inside where Bobby threw Heather on the kitchen table, raised her short skirt, ripped off her bikini panties and laid his 5-1/2-inch dick into her with no fanfare like a man possessed. She responded, "Oooo, Bobby. Give it to me. Give it to me, baby," followed by, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" in time with his thrusts.

He pounded her for 10 minutes. He came just as she had her second orgasm. "This is the start of a very fine summer," he cooed. She enthusiastically nodded agreement. Maybe because of the newness of the situation, but, uncharacteristically, after the first lay on the table they got naked, and between Shawn's 2pm departure and bedtime that day Heather gave him two blowjobs and they screwed two more times. They drank their dinner. They fell asleep in a spoon with his hand on a tit and her hand wrapped around his dick.

Bobby's company was having a summer dinner for management this Saturday. It was not a formal affair but good dress was called for. The company rented a country club clubhouse for the evening. There would be a few short speeches but mostly it would be many hours of good food, drink, music, billiards, swimming for some, conversation, and dancing into the next morning.

Heather looked fantastic. She wore her tight little black mini dress cut seven inches above the knee, a plunging neckline with a red pushup bra that showed off her ample breasts. She had little makeup (she didn't need much), her hair flowed, her eyes sparkled, and she flowed like water as she strode in her five-inch red heels. She was easily the most striking woman in the clubhouse, and the thirty or so men extended their obligatory greeting with Bobby many times over, engaging both Bobby and Heather in animated conversation. Bobby was very pleased and Heather was happy she was doing all she could to help her husband's career. She was not bothered in the least if some of that "help" involved her breasts being ogled. In fact she rather liked the attention.

The dinner party was alive. Bobby and Heather freely mingled and conversed. They danced with each other and with others. Heather played a game of pool with Bobby's boss, the president of the company, Mike. She danced shoeless but wore her heels at pool and was quite a sight to behold bending far over the table to set up a shot, her skirt rising near her buttocks and exposing her red bikini panties, and the top of her breasts pretty much out in the open. Everyone made sure Heather's glass was never empty. As the party wore on Bobby mingled and Heather entertained a group of panting men that surrounded her everywhere.

Boss Mike invited her to play some more pool. It was approaching 2am when he asked her again. "Why, Mike? I've beat you twice already," she asked in a coquettish voice.

"Win or lose, you're such a pleasure to watch, my dear," he answered. "And I think Bobby would approve of my looking."

She finished her fifth extra dry martini and giggled, "Probably," and lollopped unsteady in her heels to the billiards room, Mike right behind enjoying the view.

Mike's shots seldom found the pocket but the queue ball ended up in the middle of the table. Almost every shot Heather took required her to stretch her body unnaturally across the table. Once, as she was stretched out and ready to shoot, Mike whispered in her ear, "Yes. You are really fun to watch. Ya know that?" She again giggled and finished the shot. When the game was over they checked the club.

It was now 3am and only a third of the partygoers remained, mostly feeling no pain. Some husband and wife couples were dancing slow and close with active hands, others doing some heavy kissing. Some men were getting quite friendly with other guys' wives. Some wives got their skirts quietly raised almost to their waist as they talked in hushed tones. Bobby was blotto with his head resting on the table.

Thirty minutes earlier Mike gave Heather her sixth martini; surprisingly she seemed awake and lively despite her trouble standing up. Mike challenged her to down her sixth martini and to another round of pool. Her fifth martini was working its magic. "You jes wanna watch me stretch on the table," she slurred.

"Yes, but you stretch so good," the still mostly sober Mike replied. "And watching you hold a cue out at arm's length gives me naughty ideas," he replied with a wink.

"Yur a dirty ole man," she chuckled. "Gimme a cue stick."

'Coming right up, cunt,' he thought to himself but said, "You got it. Babe!" They played another game of eight ball. "Wanna place a little bet?" he asked. She had no reaction. She wasn't even completely aware that instead of trying to leave the cue ball after a shot he brazenly just moved it to the center of the table. "Watching you stretch that super body makes me real glad Bobby works for me." She mumbled an assent. She was doing all she could to even strike the ball. "Bobby is lucky to have someone like you for his wife."

"Wha?"

"I mean you're gorgeous and you support your husband's work and career better than anybody. He's told me how supportive you are." A smile crossed her lips. "He said you'd do almost anything to help his career, isn't that right?"

"Uhh hhuuhh,"

"I know! How would you like to see the next big project he's going to be doing for me? There's a demo in one of the conference rooms."

"Uhh hhuuhh," she robotically replied.

"C'mon. Follow me," he said nicely and took her by the arm and led her down a long dark hallway to a conference room. They were in eerie silence far from the crowd. They entered the pitch-black room. He locked the door.

"I cand see anithin," she feebly protested.

He whispered, "It's not a project you see, it's one you feel." He stood behind her, reached around and grabbed both tits and jammed his groin into her ass. She started to screech. He handily pulled a ball gag from his pocket and put it in her mouth forcing it wide open but emitting no sound. "You don't see it, and you don't talk about it. But you know it well. The next project I expect your husband to do is you." She squirmed and tried to squeal. "That's right. It's you Heather. You and you body are my next project." She squirmed more. "You want to support you husband's career, don't' you? You want him to keep his job, don't you?" 

A quiet mournful, "uuuuuummmm," escaped her lips. He slapped her lightly on the side of her head. 

"I knew you do. Let's start keeping Bobby employed by looking at these wonderful tits." While he kept her pinned against a conference table his hands easily pulled both breasts out. Her hands shot up to fight. He grabbed one wrist and slapped cuffs on it, and in a flash pulled both arms behind her back and cuffed them together. "Now I can leisurely play with these." Both hands again worked on her tits, squeezing, rubbing nipples, pinching nipples, twisting nipples. He worked them over for five minutes whispering what great tits she had. She squirmed and hummed. "Tell ya what," he added. "So your tits don't get lonely one of my hands will keep them company while the other checks out your sweet cunt." If she could've squirmed more forcefully she would, but she couldn't. She couldn't do much as his hand lifted the hem of her dress, pulled her panties down to her knees, then snaked around in front under her ass and covered her pussy lips. "Oooooo! I knew you would have a perfect cunt. I used to watch you and say to myself, 'there's a perfect cunt,'" His middle finger entered went fully in her pussy. She wiggled her torso in revulsion. "That's right. You just rotate your cunt around in circles on my finger." She stopped in protest. Two fingers began to finger fuck her. She froze. "That's right, cunt. Just stand still and enjoy my fingers in your cunt while you think about hubby keeping his job."

She was still, bent over the table, a hand stretching a nipple and another finger fucking her at a steady pace. She began to realize in her stupor that she hadn't a choice and let the fingers, now three, do what they wanted in her pussy. This went on for five minutes and she tried to focus on anything else. Then the fingers came out, rubbed her clit, and rammed back in. She started to breathe heavier. Soon she was gasping with each thrust of his fingers. Another five minutes and, beyond her control, her pelvis started fucking back. Moans were added to her gasps. "I knew a hot slut like you would help her husband in his career. Am I right?" he whispered. There was a pause, and an ever so slight nod.

He turned her around and reinserted his fingers. "I thought I saw a nod but aren't sure. I want to see a big nod that you'll do whatever I want to help Bobby. Let me see it." She didn't move. He slapped her on the cheek. "That's what happens to sluts that don't help their husbands. Are you going to nod that you want to help Bobby now or do you want more persuasion?" She nodded strongly up and down. "That's good. Bobby will be pleased. And you'll have the satisfaction of helping him keep his job." His hand didn't return to her pussy but to his zipper, which he opened and fished out 8" of cock. "And the best way to help Bobby is fucking me."

"Uuuuuummmmmppphhh," she groaned through her gag. Four inches of cock entered her. "Uuuuuummmmmppphhh," she repeated.

"Now nod big that you want to fuck me to help Bobby." She froze. He slapped her hard. "Nod, cunt! Nod yes now. Quick. Before I slap you silly!" Wide- eyed her head gyrated in an exaggerated nod yes. "I'm going to love fuckin' your sweet cunt," he sneered. All 8" bottomed out.

"Aaaaaarrrrggghhh!" she mumbled through her gag. Then in slow full 8" strokes he began pistoning in her pussy. Within a couple of minutes her, "Uh, uh, uh, uh," kept time to his fucking and she was snorting in air through her nose. With her upper body laid out on the table and her feet on the floor, her pussy was protruding and vulnerable. His 2-1/2" inch-wide cock was putting heavy pressure on her clit.

He knew he would make her cum and started talking down and dirty. "Your cunt is made for this cock. You like my cock in you, huh? You love to get fucked, like the dirty slut you are. Make lame excuses like helping Bobby when all you want is some hard fucking. You want me to fuck your tight little cunt with my monster cock, don't ya? Nod your head yes, slut. Nod it big and I won't beat your sorry ass!" She nodded profusely. He fucked her profusely.

Soon her grunts turned to, "Um, um, um, um," and her bottom instinctively started humping back. After six minutes, horrified, she came like a rocket. She couldn't stop it. Her ass didn't stop humping for almost a minute.

He pulled his dick out. "You're as good as I thought. I love it. I knew you would give me your body to help your husband. I can tell a slut a mile away. Bobby can keep his job... at least for awhile." He pinched a nipple hard. "Don't you tell a living sole, if you know what's good for you. Ya hear?" She meekly nodded. He undid the cuffs, held her down on the table, put one of her hands on a tit, the other laying on her pussy, told her to hold her head up, and took three pictures with his smart phone. "If Bobby sees these he'll know you were totally willing," he snarled. "Now put yourself together and get both your sorry asses home." He put his dick back, zipped up, ran fingers through his hair and left.

Heather staggered out and down the darkened hall. Fortunately she passed a ladies room and was able to make herself halfway presentable. Thoughts formed. "What the hell happened? That sonofabitch actually raped me! And I can't do anything about it." Still half smashed she stumbled into the dining hall. It was near empty. There were two or three couples half out of it, half hanging on each other, and mostly undressed. She spotted one couple in a far corner fornicating on the floor. Bobby looked like a sack of potatoes strewn on the table, unconscious. "How would they get home," she muttered to herself. Then she saw Mike coming from the men's room and strutting to Bobby's table. "How can I face anybody? What a nightmare," she thought.

Mike was all the gentlemen. "Don't want you guys getting in trouble trying to drive home. I'll drive you home in your car and take a cab back for mine." He didn't let her respond but motioned for her to help pick up Bobby. They half carried, half drug Bobby to the car. Nary a word was spoken for the 20-minute trip though Mike seemed wide-awake. They got home and the two drug Bobby inside. Mike politely said, "I'll help you get him to bed so he can sleep it off." Heather didn't know how to agree or disagree and before she knew it they were in the bedroom with Bobby sprawled all over the bed. In total calmness Mike said, "I'll get the tops, you get the bottoms." He began removing Bobby's shirt; Heather automatically began removing shoes, socks, and pants. Bobby was out like a light, oblivious to anything.

"I have to call a cab," he whispered and added, "But first..." In a flash his dick was out and his hands were on her shoulders forcing her to her knees. She froze, horror-stricken. "First I need my cock sucked by my little slut while we watch my little slut's husband sleep it off. Now you don't want to wake him so let me hear only loving slurping on my cock."

"Oh! God! This is a goddamn nightmare!" she yelled quietly to herself. "But I thought..." she started to protest.

"You thought you would save Bobby's job by fucking me. You were right. But that was yesterday. If you want to save his job today get my cock down your throat and suck me off." She found herself dropping to the floor. Here eyes teared up as Mike's cock disappeared in her mouth. He grabbed a fistful of hair and face fucked her, not 12 inches from her husband's face. She gagged and coughed. "You don't have even five inches of cock in your throat yet." He forced his cock deeper.

"Aaaawwwwwwwkkk!" she gagged loudly.

"Good!" he sneered. "I'll try to wake Bobby by shoving my cock in your gullet. He'll be so proud of his cock suckin' wife. You try to keep him asleep by getting me off as fast as you can." She didn't hesitate. She grabbed his shaft with one hand, covered his cock with her mouth and put her ample sucking skills to work. She tightened her lips as she bobbed on the head and rim, licking the underside and his peehole on the backstroke and jacking the shaft in sync with her mouth. He was impressed and refrained from forcing all his 8 inches into her mouth. "Hhhmmmm. Good cock sucker," he cooed. Within four minutes she gagged slightly when four streams of cum hit the back of her throat. "Hold my cum so I can see it. Swirl it around and show me." She pushed his cum to her lips and looked up. He shoved his cock back in her mouth. She now had her head looking up with a monster cock stretching her mouth out of shape with cum spurting out the sides. That's when he snapped the picture. He spread his cum on her face and got a couple more good pics. He told her lick it clean, put it back in his pants, and said, "I'll call my own cab." He went downstairs to call, then outside to wait and have a deserved cigarette. Heather needed to cry out but knew she shouldn't. She gritted her teeth and shook uncontrollably. She couldn't believe she had just been raped the first time in her life, and then raped again by the same sonofabitch. She was mad and frustrated beyond belief but had no clue what she should do. She went downstairs and sobbed herself to sleep in the dark.

For the next three weeks things got almost back to normal. Heather was in a bit of a funk and barely accomplished one fuck a day, let alone four. But she was coming around and almost felt clean again. Her understanding husband let her be herself. That Friday Bobby got home from work and announced, "Babe, there's a really big project that's falling apart in Nashville and my boss says I have to go rescue it."

"When do you go?" she asked apprehensively.

"I leave Monday afternoon from the office. I'll be gone at least two weeks, possibly three, maybe four. It all depends." He noticed her abnormal reserve but said nothing. The next Monday Heather had the whole house to herself. She made sure everything was locked up whether she was there or not. She was anxious but the week progressed with nothing out of the ordinary or untoward. Bobby called every night and they had long talks, getting a little dirty at times. Heather's nightmare was diminishing.

Thursday she came home mid-afternoon from grocery shopping. She unlocked the door and carried in two bags of groceries. She came to a startled stop when she saw Mike sitting on the sofa smoking a big cigar and sipping a martini. "What are you doing here? How the hell did you get in?" she yelled without thinking.

"Is that any way to greet your husband's boss?" he laughed. "I suggested and Bobby agreed that my having a key might be helpful in emergencies while he's away. And why am I here you ask? I have a craving to eat some pussy... then fuck some pussy. And I'd say it's an emergency that you haven't had a cock in many days. Finish bringing in the groceries and then while you take your clothes off I'll fix you a big vodka tonic."

"You can't do this! You can't do this anymore! I'm calling the police!" she screamed.

"Oh, but I can dear Heather, my slut," he replied. "Two ready-to-go text messages say I can. The first one fires your husband. The next one sends him a great flash photo of your dreamy-eyed face looking into the camera with one hand on your tits and the other pleasantly massaging your well-fucked cunt. Both will be sent from me. Now, unless you want those sent, get your ass in gear 'cause I'm horny and want a big piece of it." She paused. "I'm being nice here. I'm letting you go out to the car and get the groceries and then take your clothes off. A couple of seconds from now you'll have to get naked first then head to the street, retrieving your groceries and putting on a show for our neighbors and then hoping I let your bare ass and tits back in." 


Husband's Boss Ch. 01



Totally dazed, perplexed, and frustrated she headed for the car. The groceries were put away, she took her clothes off, and Mike handed her this giant tea glass of a drink. "Now, my dear, drink half of this glass at one time. You can do it yourself or I can force it down your throat for you." She couldn't think of anything to do or say. She raised the glass to her lips and began swallowing. It burned like crazy but she managed to down half the glass. Mike felt her pussy lips. "Hasn't got to your pussy. Drink the rest of it." It took a whole minute but she finished the glass. She just drank eight ounces of vodka in less than three minutes. It hit her like a ton of bricks.

Mike grabbed a bottle of red wine and led her to the bedroom. He pushed her legs back and raised her hips. "I want eating your pussy to be worth it," he grumbled as he filled her pussy with wine.

"Noooo. Don't do this!" she cried. 

He paid no attention and crawled between her legs and covered her pussy with his mouth. He ate with gusto, tongue fucking and clit sucking. He sucked wine out, swallowed some and kissed her and fed her some. "Nothing better than cunt wine," he chortled. She whined but was too stoned to sob, and let him have his way. He was an experienced muff diver. Beyond her control she soon was responding with moans and grinding her pussy against his mouth. He brought her to the brink then backed off. He did this for twenty minutes. Between the vodka and pussy eating she was getting hysterical. She came in a loud thunderous scream with an orgasm that lasted a minute.

While she was still in the throes, he scooted up, shoved 8 inches in her cunt, and began fucking her without mercy. She couldn't help herself. Her first orgasm didn't let up and another and then another followed it. She was panting, moaning, undulating, and thrusting back to meet his cock. Over the next ten minutes she had four more orgasms accompanied with screeching and cursing to God. She hated him and herself but couldn't help it.

He got up, kissed her on the cheek, told her he'd be back, and left her still writhing on the wine soaked bed. "Oh, God! How do I get out of this mess?" she asked herself out loud. "What's wrong with me!? The bastard rapes me and I can't control my goddamn vagina!?" She hated how he watched her cum.

Saturday afternoon Mike quietly let himself and carried a large box. Heather was shocked though not surprised when she spotted him in the kitchen opening a beer. "What are you doing here? You can't just barge in anytime you want!"

He ignored her. "Brought you a present. Jus gonna drop it off and leave you alone today." She was taken aback and speechless. "Go ahead, open it." She opened the box and stared wide-eyed. "Bought you some new outfits," he offered as he helped empty the box. There was three blouse shirts of various bright shades clearly 2 or 3 sizes too small and missing half their buttons, three matching tight miniskirts with wide contrasting belts that at best draped one inch below her buttocks, four pairs of deep golden bikini panties, a pair of pastel yellow Softspots loafers, and a pair of bright red 5" heels. There was also a long gold chain necklace.

"What is all this about?" she yelled.

He spoke quietly, "These are your outfits for when Bobby is out of town on business. Every day you'll put on a blouse, a skirt, and panties but no bra. You can wear the chain whenever you want. When you're around the house wear the loafers. When you go out wear the heels."

"You must be joking!' she continued yelling.

Mike continued in a soft voice, "No joke. It's what I want so it's what you'll do. As soon as I leave you pick out the outfit you want and change. Then you'll wear nothing but these for the next few weeks. I'll pay a sneak visit to check on you, and I have some assistants who will be keeping track. Take my word for it: you do not want me to catch you wearing anything else." He approached her. His left hand got a tight chokehold that went almost fully around her neck. He squeezed it hard, and his right hand slapped her hard twice on the side of the head. 

"Stop it! Stop it!" she screamed.

"I hate to have to do that, but sometimes a bitch needs a bitch slap. Don't forget this is all for your husband. You're helping him tremendously by being my slut. As long as you're a good slut and do whatever I say you won't need a bitch slap... and your hubby keeps his job. You got the picture?" With tears rolling down her cheeks she nodded. "You gonna give me any shit?" Her head shook violently, no! "That's good. Now, bitch, get your sorry ass dressed, and I'll see you later." He left as quietly as he came in.

Heather was in a fog. She had no idea where to turn. She desperately wanted to wake up from this dreadful nightmare but returned to earth and said to herself, "I'll be damned if he's going to boss me around like this." She threw the clothes back in the box and went about her household business. She grabbed a bite about 6pm and went to watch TV waiting for her Bobby to call. All of a sudden reality wafted across her face. Despite her hope, this was not a dream. Mike loomed seemingly twice Bobby's size. She knew that he could easily fire Bobby and beat the crap out of her. She reluctantly went upstairs with the box and spent the next thirty minutes picking an outfit to wear. She was angry the whole time. Though in a second of reverie while checking herself in the mirror she thought she looked really hot.

She returned downstairs to find Mike, who had quietly let himself in, checking her out. "Jesus Christ, did I luck out," she thought to herself. Mike looked her over, had her twirl around, lifted her skirt to check the panties, and grabbed a bare tit to know she was braless.

"You look marvelous," he admired. She automatically blushed. "Go make us a couple of colossal martinis and we'll celebrate your still being alive," he chuckled as he winked. He stretched out on the sofa. She returned with two 16 oz daiquiri glasses filled with martinis. They sat mostly quietly. Mike would offer conversation but Heather would answer curtly if at all. Even as the martini worked its magic she stayed quiet and brooding. Mike finished his in twenty minutes then watched her for another twenty finishing hers.

"Wanna 'nother?" she slurred. 

"Not now sweetie. I'd rather you suck my cock." She was dazed. "Go ahead. Don't make me force you. Get on the floor in front of me between my legs, fish that baby out, and make love to it with your mouth. Go on..."

She started hesitantly but soon the actual situation left her consciousness and she went on automatic pilot. She was an excellent cocksucker and in her mind she was blowing her lover husband -- other than this cock was twice as big. Mike controlled the action and for 15 minutes Heather administered to his dick. As he was about to cum he whispered, "Spill any and you'll have to lick it off the floor." He blasted a large load in her mouth. Only a drop escaped her mouth but she quickly licked it up. "Get it nice and clean," he commanded and she spent another minute licking his penis.

Mike sat back to watch TV but told Heather to stay on the floor between his legs. For the next hour Mike watched TV and Heather stared blandly at his crotch. Then Mike said, "Lead me to your and Bobby's bed." She froze. He yanked her head back by the hair and snarled, "When I tell you to do something, you don't hesitate for one second. You snap to immediately. Unless you want more convincing with a bunch of bitch slaps." She got up immediately and led him to the bedroom.

At his command she removed her clothes and then his clothes. With a chuckle he made her unzip his pants with her teeth. He took pictures of her, standing nude, squeezing her own tits, and spreading her pussy lips with her two hands. Then he took a couple of portraits, one with her holding his dick and another close-up of her face stuffed with his dick. He lay on his back on the bed and said, "Climb on my lovely." She was in a world of her own, seething with hate on the inside and dutifully obeying on the outside. She straddled him and got a long close-up view of his penis. It was the biggest thing she ever saw. Fear joined her hate as she slowly lowered herself onto his dick. He got a tight grip on her nipples and growled, "Fuck me, slut. Nice and slow."

She gingerly and slowly let her vagina stretch more than anything she could remember. It felt like a watermelon. She began bouncing up and down on his cock. He told her to push her ass back so her clit felt more pressure. She did as told and slowly gyrated her ass up and down. He made her go slow because he, "want to fuck you a long time." His cock rubbing against her clit was doing the same for her and she was losing control, losing her hatred to the raw tingling flowing in her clit and vagina. Her mind focused on the copulation and she started to pant and moan. She fucked him for ten minutes and she, but not he, was caving into her own dark world working up to a frenzy. Then the phone rang. "I bet that's your husband," he chuckled. "Answer it!" 

It was Bobby. She froze as she answered the phone and greeted her husband. But Mike's hands left her nipples, grabbed her ass cheeks, and got her bouncing on his cock once more. She began talking with her husband but her breathy voice was not helping. In the middle of a sentence she would, "Oooh... oooh... aaah..." Bobby would ask if anything was wrong and she would mumble something about just exercising and was out of breath. Mike kept up her movements and put more pressure on her clit. Heather was losing control, starting to talk gibberish when she blurted into the phone, "Sompins burnin' ... kitchen. Gotta cum..., I mean go....," and slammed the phone down. Raw sex now blinded her to anything except the telephone pole reaming her pussy. Her ass pistoned up and down in a blur. She came so hard she vibrated and screeched. "God damn!" she muttered. "Shheeeiitt," she growled. That was one of the strongest orgasm she ever had.

She began to purr as Mike, still under control, slowly returned to fucking. She purred and made guttural sounds. Coming off a giant orgasm it was just another three minutes when her body shook and vibrated once more. Mike humped her full stroke but still slowly. She was in an uncontrollable frenzy cursing non-stop, "Fuck... Jesus... Oh, God... shit... fuck me!... fuck it!..." Mike, always in control, fucked her steadily for another 20 minutes, a total of almost 35. She lost track of orgasms. Over the 35 minutes is was six, or maybe 26. Nobody could tell. Mike filled her uterus with cum as she screamed to a distant God.

They lay on the bed, she purring and he chuckling. The phone rang again. "Probably your husband again," offered Mike. "I'll answer it and tell him you're too fucked out to talk right now!"

"NO! NO! NO! Let it ring!" she mustered an answer.

Mike chuckled, "Good. I like my sluts to keep their cucky husbands at bay." Reality returned for just a moment and Heather couldn't believe the sonofabitch just did what he did. But her hate quickly vanished and she went back to humming and purring.

It was next Tuesday evening when Mike politely rang the doorbell. Heather answered, luckily for her wearing a gold skirt that barely covered her ass and tits barely hidden under a white blouse that was all but not there. "Get your heels on, babe. We're going out."

She returned in her 5-inch heels within two minutes. "We can go out through the garage and take my car,' she offered, as much defensively as helpful.

"And have the neighbors miss out?!? No fuckin' way. My car's right out here." 

As soon as she exited the porch she saw his car parked three houses down. "Bastard," she grumbled to herself. He grabbed her arm and walked her very slowly to his car. In 20 minutes they entered this posh bar-nightclub -- but one heavily favored by the young set. They drank martinis in the noisy club for a couple of hours. Mike made comments on how much hotter Heather was than the other "bitches." "Oooops! There's a ho hotter than you! Can't have that!" he yelled above the din as he unbuttoned a button, leaving only one above her skirt buttoned. 

Numerous guys asked her to dance. She always turned to Mike with a tinge of anxiety. Half the time he would make excuses, the other half give permission, usually with a smarty remark like, "Don't wear her out; I need her later!" Halfway through the evening they ate a sandwich and then left about 11pm. As soon as they were in the car Mike took his dick out. "We'll be home in less than 20 minutes. See if you can get me off before then." She froze for an instant. "Would you rather get on your knees and suck my cock under that streetlight?" Like a beaten puppy she laid across the seat and engulfed his cock. She blew him for 20 minutes and he managed to hold off. They walked to the door. To her horror Mike had kept his dick out of his pants pointing the way. She prayed it was too dark for anyone to see. They went inside. Mike walked them straight back to the backyard patio where he laid her over the table and fucked her from behind, holding her head up by the hair making it hard to breath as he slammed into her. She prayed the neighbors were asleep. Her face was straight on the neighbor's bedroom window. "If you see a face, show them how happy you are saving your pencil dick husband's job," he hissed, "Give 'em a great big dirty slut smile, huh?"

Mike grunted loudly in time with his hard thrusts. Using his well-honed sexual expertise he fucked her for 20 full minutes. Cussing herself, Heather lost her self-control to the heat in her loins. Her continual "Ugh... ugh... ugh... ugh" in time with his grunts got louder and louder. She bayed like a wolf at the moon with her first orgasm. Two more orgasms and she was near screaming. "Yeah, wake 'em up, Heather, baby. You're starting to act like you'd love to spread your pussy around, and I bet your neighbors would love a little piece of your ass. I like that in my sluts." He filled her pussy with a tremendous load. She came down fast. She hated the bastard. But the prick's massive prick felt really good. As she came down to earth his cock was right in her face. "You don't have to clean it tonight," he intoned, "Just get up close and thank it for a good fuck, and say it so's I can hear it."

"Thank you for the fuck," she said in a clear voice, still panting from it.

Thursday noon Heather answered the door again. It was Mike and a neighbor boy, who looked to be 18, carrying a large travel bag. "Thought I could finish the project sooner if I didn't have to leave all the time," he winked. He told the boy to leave the bag and handed him a one-dollar bill. "All I got on me at the moment, son. But you come back this evening and if you can keep a secret I'll give you a good tip." The boy glanced at Mike then Heather, gulped and left. "I decided to work out of my new home for a while. Unless I decide to extend his trip, your husband will return in a couple of weeks, and me staying here will let me get a lot more fuckin' from my slut. Now here's the rules. Unless we go out so I can show you off, you'll fix us breakfast, lunch and dinner. I'll set up shop in the family room. You go about your business but every hour sharp you ask me if I need anything. Whether it's pen, paper, calculator, or a blowjob, if I ask for it you get it for me. You'll wear those outfits I bought you but during the day. Come 5pm you'll fix us a drink and remove your clothes. Now unpack my case!"

"You can't do this!" she protested. "What if my husband comes home for a short visit?!?"

"That won't happen, babe. Your pussy's too sweet for me to share it with him. He might have to stay away much longer."

"But he might just make a quick overnight trip," she continued to protest.

"Yeah, possibly. Let me think. Yeah, I'd just add to his work assignment. He could help me fuck his pretty little wife. He could hold you down. He could guide my cock into your pussy. Hey! He could even use his mouth to get me hard so I can fuck you good! And if he does a good job maybe I'll give him a bonus and let him fuck his wife. Sounds great, doesn't it?" He laughed. She felt her anger rising to the boiling point. But she also felt like a whipped puppy.

She cowered and meekly said, "But I don't have space for your things."

"Look, bitch. It ain't that hard. Throw your husband's stuff in a pile and put my stuff where his was. Got any more problems?"

She paused and in a quivering voice mumbled, "There's always some chance my daughter, Shawn, might come home early. That would be a real problem." 

Mike thought silently for a moment. "Hey, that's not a problem. I bet she takes after you and to me that's just one more sweet pussy. You're strong enough to hold her steady while I fuck her. Would I bust her cherry? No, no problem there! In fact sounds like a great idea. Give the tart a call and have her come visit." Bug-eyed, silent, and with a hateful horrified look, Heather lugged his bag upstairs. He got carried away and yelled after her, "Even better, with daughter and husband here together, Bobby and I could take turns fucking the both of ya and then Bobby could suck on my cock while I watch her eat our cum outta your cunt. Then she could suck both our cocks while you eat her pussy!" 

Heather was on the verge of tears listening to Mike's perverted barrage and slammed the bedroom door shut behind her. She emptied the closet of her husband's things and put Mike's things away and then sprawled out on the bed uncontrollably shaking and sobbing over her fate. She lost track of time until Mike's voice brought her back to reality. "Would you come down here for a minute, Mrs. Abbott?" 

That was very odd. She returned downstairs with some trepidation. There was Mike with the neighbor boy from earlier, though he looked like a strapping six-foot man. They both had big smiles. "He came back for his tip," Mike announced. "I promised him a really big tip -- a blowjob from the hottest housewife in the neighborhood!" He whispered in her ear, "Get over there on your knees, get his pecker out and stick it down your throat. And you'd better look and act like you love sucking cock."

"But he lives in the neighborhood," she protested in a low voice.

"I swore him to secrecy. He'll keep quiet. But if he can't help himself it would just mean a lot more neighbor cock for you to suck. Now get your ass over there with a happy face and suck the cum out of 'em." She forced a smile, knelt in front of the boy-man, took out his dick and put it down her throat.

"Jesus H. Christ!" the boy hissed. Heather sucked. The young stud shot his wad in her in less than two minutes. She quietly returned upstairs.

Mike put a hand on his shoulder. "Good tip?" he smirked. The boy nodded profusely. Mike gave his dick a little squeeze. "Put this thing away before it gets cold. You keep this to yourself and maybe I'll invite you back." He gave his dick a couple of jacks. "Looks like your cock enjoyed it!" The boy left with a giant shit-eatin' grin.

Get you bloomin' ass back down her," Mike hollered. When she entered the room Mike commanded, "Get your clothes off. Then suck my cock. Then make me a sandwich for dinner. Then your going to have a cum dinner and suck me off again. Mike controlled it so she sucked on him for 20 minutes. Over the next 90 minutes he ate his sandwich and had a few beers with Heather unhappily curled at his feet. Then he face fucked her for another 20 minutes and fed her the third load in less than three hours. "I trust you had enough to eat," he cooed. "If not I'll have to walk down the street and round up a few more guys with excess cum in their balls. Have enough?" She nodded a definite yes. He turned on the TV and she puttered around not knowing what to do.




Husband's Boss Ch. 01



At 11 he dragged her upstairs, laid on the bed and told her to straddle him. "I want to see your ass moving like an engine piston, long strokes, hard, and fast. Don't stop 'till I say." With his normal control and just getting off twice he seemed to last forever. She fucked him in a frenzy for 20 minutes already and was getting worn out. If she slowed down he smacked her cheeks -- either ass or face, whichever was handy. He finally bellowed and filled her pussy. She felt like she had just run a marathon. It had been 60 non-stop minutes.

Friday it was a morning fuck, two mid-day blowjobs, and an evening fuck.

Saturday, a morning fuck and two mid-day blowjobs. That night he took her bar hopping in her top slut mods: 6" heels, no panties, and a new semi-transparent blouse/sash that didn't even have buttons -- just draped over each breast and tucked into her skirt with a bare back. She was the hit of every bar, and was quite embarrassed by it but held her tongue. No song went by that didn't produce 2 or 3 invites to dance. About every 4th one Mike gave a thumbs up. At the third bar she was on her fourth martini and getting loose. Her anger began to give way to a feeling of appreciation from all the male animal attention she was getting. It crossed her mind that being a hottie isn't all bad.

This bar was not as crowded. One guy was more attentive than any of the others. He danced with her four times. Mike invited him to join them for a drink, bought him one and her fifth. They had an animated conversation heavy with double entendres and hints, though instead of looking at them the guy kept his eyes glued to her chest. "You must like what you see there," Mike hinted. The guy smiled ear to ear. "C'mon. You can have a good look." They all walked out to the car at the back of the parking lot. Mike got behind Heather and easily slipped the sashes off, exposing bare tits. Heather was in a total fog and oblivious. "Go ahead. Get a close look. See how they feel." The man's eyes were within an inch and his fingers tweaked her nipples. His lips kissed them. Heather giggled. She was out of it.

"That's not the best part," Mike went on. He twirled her around, laid her over the hood face down and raised her skirt the two inches needed to expose her pussy. "This is her best part. Go ahead, see how that pussy feels wrapped around your dick." His cock was out in a flash and drilling her pussy in two flashes. She was feeling no pain but knew she was being fucked and instead of resisting humped back and meowed. "Make it last. She deserves it," Mike chortled.

It had been five minutes and the grunts and moans attracted a couple of guys. In ten minutes there were five men and two young women, all smashed and cheering the fuckers on. After 12 minutes she was working on her second orgasm and he creamed the insides of her pussy and pulled out. She groaned in subconscious disappointment. "Any of you guys -- or gals -- want to finish her off?" he asked. They embarrassingly indicated they'd like to but couldn't, and left. Mike cooed in her ear, "Don't worry, my slut. I won't leave you hanging." He took his cock out and slid it into her well-lubed pussy. While the first stud watched in amazement, Mike fucked her hard for three minutes until she screamed out loud and her body undulated on the hood in a massive orgasm. The two men shook hands and after taking a few pictures dumped her into the back seat. 

The days consisted of Mike working, Heather puttering around, eating a meal or two, downing two or three martinis and some wine, a couple of fucks, and a couple of blowjobs. Bobby called al least every other day in the evenings when Heather was bare-ass naked. Mike would always tease her and make it tough while she talked by fingering her pussy or her asshole, fucking her with his cock or a cucumber, tweaking her nipples, whacking her ass with his belt, and once snapping clothespins on her nipples and stretching them as far as he could. She struggled mightily but muddled through the calls with her secret. Eventually she got good at it. Maybe it was the challenge or the unknown of it, but oddly sometimes she would get smoking hot while this was going on. Once she hung up abruptly, pulled Mike's cock out, backed him against a wall, climbed up his body, and with her legs wrapped around him fucked him with gusto and grunts. Mike cooed, "You're a rabid cockhound. I like that in my sluts." She responded with a yell and cumming in a torrent all over him. That's when Mike knew he owned the bitch.

Wednesday evening following the car hood action the doorbell rang. Mike told Heather to answer.

"But I'm naked," she complained.

"Do I look like I give a shit?" he asked pointedly. "If you're embarrassed hide behind the door." She reluctantly opened the door standing behind it. "Willie!" Mike cried out. "C'mon in, man!" The 235lbs, 6'-3" black man glanced at the naked Heather, smiled a greeting, and walked in to greet Mike. Heather stood there dumbfounded. "Heather, come in here, honey," Mike commanded. She hesitated, her arms wrapped across her chest with her legs crossed. "It's OK, baby. He's someone I want you to meet. He's seen naked women plenty of times." She stood still. He lowered his voice and gruffly ordered, "Heather. In here. Now!" 

She slowly shuffled in. Mike intoned, "I want you to meet Willie. He's my Chief Operating Officer. 

Willie politely shook her had and said, "Nice to finally meet you, Heather. I know your husband, Bobby, well. He's a good man."

She was perplexed. She wondered what he must be thinking staring at the naked wife of an employee. The best she could do was a muffled, "Hhuuuuummmmmmmff," then, feeling foolish, managed a mumbled, "I'll leave you two to your work."

"Don't bother, honey," Mike replied. "He's not here to work. He's here for some pussy." She looked aghast. "You'll like him, babe. His cock is bigger than mine and he can fuck for hours. Come over here, take it out and see for yourself." She froze. He slapped her ass with his palm then walked her over to Willie and placed her hands on his zipper. "Whadda think of Bobby's little wife?" he asked Willie.

"Ya know I'm high on Bobby, but this ho wife of his looks better." He helped her remove his clothes. She gulped. His cock looked 6 or 7 inches and it was still soft! Willie laid her out on the dining room table, finger fucked her for a minute, lined up his now 9-, maybe 10-inch cock and as fat as a baseball bat, spread her pussy lips and rammed it home.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH! GOD DAMN! OOOOOO! IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT!"

Willie knew he had crashed into her cervix and got a big smile on his face. He pounded her full stroke. She was screaming and blubbering and asking for mercy. Mike whispered, "Told ya you'd like it. Isn't that the best cock you've ever had?"

"OOOOOOWWW! UUUUUMMMMPPHH! SHIT! OH, GOD!" was her response.

"Get used to it, babe. There's a lot more just like it." Willie pounded away. After a while she wasn't as frantic and AAAHHed and made guttural sounds in time with his thrusts. She was losing herself in the raw sex. His monster black cock worked its magic and gave her one orgasm after another. Mike was getting a good video, especially after Willie turned her over for doggie style fucking and Mike could film close ups of her bouncing starry-eyed face and gaping mouth, emitting moans and cries, with the black monster in the background pounding away in her pussy.

"Man, this ho really cums, don't she. I love hos that cum," Willie commented as he fucked her silly. "My bros are gonna love this tight honky ho." The fucking went on and on. Mike was right, Heather thought; she had been fucked hard and non-stop for well over an hour, and while she had cum more than she could count she didn't detect that Willie was anywhere close to stopping. She was beat. Mike directed the action and moved them around: spread on the table with her feet on the floor; on the table with her legs back over her head; doggie style both on the table and on the sofa; Willie on the floor with her straddling his cock; him standing with her legs wrapped around and pistoning her ass in and out. Mike even had Willie fuck her face for a few minutes to give her cunt a rest. They both had a good laugh watching her struggle to breathe. Finally, after ninety minutes, Willie unloaded: two streams in her pussy and two streams in her face. They had lost track of her orgasms but there had to be close to a dozen. Heather had never felt so used, so tired, so worn out, so cummed out,.... so well fucked.

"No rest for hot sluts," Mike cooed. He draped her again over a sofa arm. He explained to Willie, "Hard to believe but she hasn't taken it in the ass yet, but she's going take it now. Get an Oscar-winning video of it, OK?"

Heather interjected, "Ooooohh nnoooooo! You'll kill me. Bobby has never done this! You can't!"

"Shut up, cunt," Mike ordered as he spread cunt juice all over her asshole. Then as she babbled and cried out Mike reamed her ass. After a while she just blubbered with an occasional oooww. Mike was not at par with Willie but managed to fuck her ass solid for 25 minutes when he filled her rectum. He pulled out and said, "Whaddaya think Willie? Can you get it up and give it another go?"

"I can always get it up, but don't know if I have any cum left," Willie answered.

"All the better!" Mike exclaimed. "Maybe you can fuck her ass all night long," he chuckled. Mike set the video cam on a tripod, watched as Willie stuffed his 9+ inches up her ass, then fed his cock to her, growling, "Lick your shit off my cock my lovely sex slave." As she cleaned Mike's cock the next four minutes, he slapped the side and top of her head. Willie reamed her asshole for the next 45 minutes and smacked her ass the whole time. She was in a semi-conscience state and had little idea what was happening. But she bucked in a big orgasm -- her first ass cum in her second ass fuck. Mike chortled, "Oooo. You do like your ass fucked, don't ya?" Willie managed to cum again. He pulled out, shoved her off the sofa arm and she fell in an inert heap on the floor grunting incoherently. If anybody else would have been there they could have done anything they wanted with her and she had no ability to resist, but her constant moaning and panting told the men she might not have wanted to.

The next two days were double fuck and double blowjob days. Heather was in awe of Mike's stamina. Deep down, below her consciousness, she was forming an admiration for him. Saturday afternoon Willie stopped by again. Heather was tipsy when he arrived. Mike took them upstairs, laid Heather on the bed, tied her wrists to the headboard, bent her legs back and tied them to the headboard, too. She was drunk enough that when she saw his monster cock for the second time she just stared and Oooooohed. She screamed in pain when he started but the alcohol dulled the pain and after five minutes her cries of pain abated and after ten she had her first orgasm. His magical cock gave her another shortly afterward and that began a continuous orgasm. This put her over the cognizant edge, deliriously shouting, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Gimme that nigger cock! Deeper! Harder! Ream my cunt! Aaaah! God! Shit! Fuck! Fuck the pussy you black bastard! Harder goddamn it!" Like her cums her litany was non-stop for 15 more minutes. Then Willie pulled out, climbed forward, and shot what must have been 3 ounces of cum over her face and tits.

She remained tied up, soaking the bed with cunt juice, while they nonchalantly chatted. Willie: "Yeah, I agree. She'd be a great addition to our board meetings. All the board would go along for sure except of course the two gay guys. We could assign her a small private room and the guys could just go in for a fuck or a suck whenever they wanted. Think she'll go along?"

Mike: "She'll do anything I tell her to save her pencil-dick husband's job. Great idea. Let's do it. Hey, maybe we could assign Bobby as executive assistant at the board meetings... keep his slut wife in line!" 

"Yeah," replied Willie. "Or maybe you could have him service the two fags." They both laughed. Heather groaned.

"Another thing," Willie continued. "I'd like her to meet some of the bros. Tomorrow's Sunday and the place won't be crowded. It might be a good time to break the ho in. That is part of your plan, isn't it? How about I pick her up tomorrow evening and take her down to the hood?"

"Good plan," Mike replied. He whispered in her ear, "Wanna go to the hood with Willie tomorrow, meet some of the bros and their 9-inch cocks?" Her mind tried to resist but her body was still floating, too fucked out to respond. Images of big black cock danced in her head. She always loved to fuck Bobby and couldn't get enough of his dick even if it was only five inches. But now she will get maybe tons of 8-, 9-, and 10-inch cock through Mike and Willie. She was beginning to like her new life as Mike's slut. She wasn't too keen -- if she heard right -- with Bobby sucking off homo board members, but she was reaching a high that blocked out that thought. 

The next evening Mike and Heather got in Willie's car and headed for the hood, Heather in the front seat between the two men. Willie told Heather she was the hottest woman he'd ever seen. She wore heavy ruby red lipstick, her white bareback unbuttoned transparent sash, a tight black leather mini-skirt with no panties, and 6" bright red high heels. She looked in a fog. She was apprehensive. She had angrily fought what Mike forced her into and she still occasionally wished him dead. But she knew she was starting to like it, and thanked Mike (to herself) for giving her a new exciting life. One worry was if she could ever be exclusively with Bobby. She loved him deeply and cherished their fuck time. But she also knew she had to continue her new life as Mike's slut. What made her hot as they drove was the thought of not just a slut but maybe a honky ho -- fully aware what ho meant. Two months ago she would have been sickened by the idea of servicing a bunch of black brothers. Thinking about it now sent shivers up her spine and electric shocks through her nipples and pussy. She was excited and looking forward to tonight though she wasn't sure what exactly to expect. She discarded her reservations and inhibitions, turned to Willie and cooed, "Am we going to a gangbang?" 

"Um huh," he smile, "though not so much we as you!"

She tried to picture the evening and turned to Mike, "Willie says you're taking me to a gangbang. Is that right?"

"It sure is, my lovely slut, and I guarantee you'll love every minute of it," Mike answered quietly. She squeezed his hand, leaned over and kissed his neck, laid her head on his shoulder, and rested her hand on his cock, squeezing and pumping it through his pants. "I've never been to a gangbang," she mused and squeezed Mike's cock harder. "Will you show me how?"

They walked into the hangout. It was miles out of town but well kept and well furnished. Heather counted about a dozen black men, all casually but neatly dressed, and all over six feet with broad shoulders and chests... and prominent packages bulging their pants. There were also two black sisters, both clean but only one neatly dressed. The other wore only a too small push-up bra trying to contain a couple of E cups, and a thong. Everyone was holding drinks and by the empty glasses sitting on the bar they weren't their first. There was a giant out-of-place white guy working the bar. Heather thought maybe the sisters are waitresses.

"This is Heather," Willie announced. Then he walked her around to each person for a personal introduction. The two women just sneered, but the men shook her hand and were extra polite. That caught her off guard and standing in front of these powerful looming hunks acting like gentlemen was making her hot. After meeting the last man the nice preliminaries were over. One man announced, "I think we're ready. Let's head to the room and get the fuckfest started."

The room was clean but sparsely furnished: a couple of small tables, a few chairs, a pool table, a mattress on a platform, and a saw horse. The men had formed a circle and Willie walked her into the middle. Ten hands were immediately on her removing her clothes. All they left were her heels. Things progressed quickly. The evident leader said, "We don't want your ass cold, so we're going to warm it up. Get on your hands and knees." As she got on the floor she saw that the men had already formed a line with about three feet separating each one. "Now, honey, you crawl between the legs of each man in the line. Just before each guy you reach up and give his package a little squeeze. Then slowly crawl between his legs and as you do he's going to warm your ass." She looked confused. "You heard me right. Now get your ass moving or you'll get more of this!" A pool cue stick crashed into her butt cheeks. With a yelp she hurriedly crawled to the first man, squeezed his covered cock, crawled through and got her ass smacked good and hard. Each man got at least six whacks in, some as many as 15. A couple of wise guys used their belts. It took her 15 minutes for her to traverse the line because the guy next up would hold her shoulders so she couldn't crawl away while the guy in front beat her ass. Her ass was red and sore. But halfway down the line her pussy started to tingle. She was getting hot squeezing those giant cocks and being the center of sex attention even if -- or maybe because -- they were beating her ass. She was beginning to understand how a woman could get hot serving a bunch of dominant horny studs.

"On the table, honey! Fuck time!" the leader hollered. She was quickly helped on her back lying on the pool table, legs dangling over the edge. She wasn't even settled when this dark baseball bat of a cock got it started and stretched her pussy lips and rammed into her cervix. They fucked her one right after another with no let-up. She had her first orgasm with the third man, and as usual, began orgasm after orgasm. She had never felt so good. She always loved fucking Bobby's five-incher as much as she could. Now she doubly loved being fucked over and over with these monster cocks. She never really worshipped Bobby's but she was starting to idolize these wondrous cocks. She reached forward grabbed her own legs and pulled them back so she could more easily fuck back. She got her ass humping up and down as fast as the cock was humping her pussy. Her moans and aaaaah's were loud and continuous. She was fucked 17 times over two hours. There were 15 brothers, Willie, and the bartender. Mike was busy videotaping and taking pictures. In her state he easily got her to comment for the video saying how much she loved fucking black cock and wishing she could do it forever. Mike thought it would make a good DVD to send to Bobby if need be.

"The bros are taking a 15-minute break, but you're not," the headman announced. She didn't know what that meant until she saw this large black pussy squishing her face. "You eat my cunt real good, you honky bitch, and maybe I won't piss in your mouth." This whole new level startled her. She had never eaten pussy before and didn't like it much. But if it was the price to pay for being fucked silly by these virile niggers, no problem. Plus, if she had to choose, she'd much rather eat black pussy than drink a ho's piss. She tongue fucked and clit sucked as best she could, being her first time. She must have done it OK because the sister came in a torrent of cunt juice after six minutes. "Still have 10 minutes," she heard some say immediately before the second sister was grinding her pussy in Heather's face. This one rose up a little on her haunches to make Heather work by raising her head to reach her pussy. This allowed Mike to get some great video of cunt juice covering Heather's glowing face as she stretched her tongue into a black cunt. 




Husband's Boss Ch. 01



With no fanfare Heather was draped over the sawhorse and was immediately impaled doggie style. They took longer this round. The first two fucked her for 25 minutes. The third man opened her asshole. The fourth in her cunt. Her string of orgasms returned and she was becoming hysterical with sex. The black cocks were doing their magic like no other. Plus in this position, stretched over a sawhorse, she felt totally subservient, under their total control, and ecstatic. She was falling in love with domineering black men with giant cocks. Uncontrollable invectives left her mouth. "Gimme your big black cock. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck the pussy. Ram that cock in my cunt. Make it hurt you sons of bitches. Aaaaahhh! Aaaaaahhh! More! More cock! Goddamn that hurts -- I love it!" The men stood around with their cocks out waiting their turn. If one was anywhere near her face, like a woman possessed she yelled, "Gimme that cock!" and reached out to grab it and shove it in her mouth. She was fucked another 17 times over three hours, about 11 in her cunt and 6 in her asshole. Plus, even though it was slipshod, she sucked off three cocks. 

To Mike's pleasant surprise Heather yelled, "Anyone want their cock cleaned? I'll clean it and I don't care where it's been!" About 10 lined up and she began mouth vacuuming their cocks with gusto.

Willie commented to Mike, "I've been here many times before watching a bro gangbang. The ho has always been totally spent and worthless after two rounds of these pricks. Your ho seems like she wants to do it more, a lot more. Man, I'm impressed!"

Mike and Willie walked her out, still buck-naked. She grumbled. "You OK?" Mike asked.

She paused then said, "I could use more... I think I like gangbangs... "

Willie added, "You can be gangbanged by the bros anytime you want. Everyone one of 'em think you're the best ho they've ever fucked."

Willie parked at the curb and they slowly walked naked Heather into the house, each holding an arm so she couldn't cover herself. "Shit!" she said. "Don't do this. The neighbors will see and tell Bobby!"

"They won't tell," Mike reassured her. "But some may want a piece of the action, and, if you're nice to me, I might just let you give 'em some of your fine pussy. Besides boys never keep secrets about sex and the guy that helped me move in I'm sure has told the whole neighborhood what a good and willing cocksucker you are." Willie chuckled. Heather blushed. She wondered what the neighbors would think about two hunks escorting her cocksucking naked body with the cum rolling down her legs and splattered all over her face and tits.

Inside Mike quietly commented, "I like the way you obey me, my lovely little slut. Makes it easier for me to give you orders." Heather looked at him inquisitively. He became stern and growled, "There are things you'd best not ever forget. First and foremost, I now own you; your ass belongs to me. If you ever give me any shit, three things happen: Bobby loses his job. Two, Bobby watches a DVD of his lovely bride getting fucked in her cunt and in her ass by one big black cock after another and your tongue trying to snake into a sister's cunt, ending your marriage. Three, you make your living fucking winos in alleys at $5 a pop. So, tell me you understand and who owns you?"

After a short hesitation she lowered her head and whispered, "I understand. You do, Mike. You own me."

"I'm giving you a private cell phone that can call only my private cell phone. If I want you to do something, I'll send a text and you do it. Or if you want permission for something, you send me a text. You no longer fuck anyone without my permission, including Bobby. I'll let you fuck your husband a lot, but you have to first get my OK. Now for a little test." He smiled at Willie, "Watch this!" He gave her a sheet of paper. Swear and avow to everything on this paper. Speak clearly and loudly so I and my witness Willie can hear."

Heather cleared her throat and spoke slowly in a clear, "I belong to Mike." "I belong only to Mike." "Mike owns me, my cunt, my ass, my tits, and my mind." "I'll do anything he says and obey without question." "Mike owns my cunt. More than that, I am his cunt." "I am his slut." "I am his whore." "I am his slave."

Mike again asked Willie, "Want to see her pass a real test of obedience?" 

Willie nodded with a broad grin and opined, "Ya know, boss, I'm a bit envious. I wish I had my own slut and ho."

Mike pondered for a minute, "I got an idea. There is one possibility that I can help, just maybe."

"I'm all ears," Willie panted.

"Heather's daughter, beautiful, great tits, yet won't land you in jail." 

Willie lit up like a Christmas tree. "Think you can pull that off?"

"Dunno. Her slut mother just promised to do anything for me. It's possible."

Heather recoiled for a fleeting moment. But she was too focused on passing Mike's test and showing him how well she can please him to think about anything else. Making Shawn Willie's young slut and whore was far from her consciousness.

Continued in My Husband's Boss, part 2