The Boss Is Always Right - Sex Stories

The Boss Is Always Right

... bastard, of a–would be rapist in the hospital and then jail. I’m also old-fashioned – a man can’t hit a woman. Even if she is a mean dyke bitch. My eyes streamed with tears of pain – also I cried from the fear. Terror gripped me hard clutching my lungs, my heart and my stomach in a firm unrelenting hold. She didn’t blink she bore her eyes into me burning through my soul. Then Erling’s face softened and she laughed, a hearty, mean-spirited laugh. It was a none too subtle put-down. “You are fucking pathetic! A purely, lazy, feckless fool without enough backbone to control your wife or your job. As a salesman, you fell so far so fast, you are now ranked near the bottom – as a human, I consider you as foul as the scum that forms on stagnate water. My father, for some unknown reason, was fond of you. I want to puke every time I see you.” She rose from her position on top of me, straddling my face with one foot each side of my ears. My heart struck wildly in my chest while my cock throbbed in my pants. I thought I was going to die. Had a wild fear she would smash her sexy spiked heels on my face. In my mind, a saw some doctor standing over me. He talked to an associate about me being a good looking corpse. There I lay with one of those fucking sexy shoes attached to my forehead. But looking up I quickly lost that vision enraptured with the reality of a new vision. I could see straight up her skirt. Her pale blue lacy stockings appeared to be held in place by straps from a garter ...

... belt. Her pussy was as bare of hair as it was panties. “Still it is just possible you are salvageable, what do you think? Want a chance?” She moved downward slowly bending her knees. Erling raised her skirt up over her hips as she descended to me. Soon her beautiful pussy hung so close as to be nearly touching my lips. A glorious prize hovered just above me. She held herself there almost motionless, but teasingly, she let herself move in small controlled rolls. Occasionally her pussy lips touched my mouth. The scent was thick in my nostrils and I drank it down, like the aroma of a fine wine. She said nothing. I was afraid to kiss it or touch it. I was just as afraid not to, for I had no idea what the bitch wanted. Then she began to talk! “Do not consider this an invitation just sit there and listen for now. Your wife cheats on you and you do nothing. She flaunts her affairs and you act as if nothing is wrong. She has humiliated you even at parties here, questioned your manliness, and ridiculed your small cock.” “That’s a lie, she has never made fun of my prick, never in all our years of marriage.” She took my hair roughly yanking my nose up into her twat. “I said to listen now listen to me and keep your mouth shut. What have you done about her indiscretion? Bought her expensive baubles. Built her a beautiful house and treated her like a queen. So that is fine, a screwed up relationship but if you are comfortable with it who am I to question it?” She mashed her pussy tighter on ...