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Archive name: BossMan.txt (mf,inter,humil,voy, preg)
Authors name: Pervitron@Hotmail.com
Story Title : "Tammy and the Boss Man"
PART TWO OF TWO
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"Lighten up, man." He was so cool, calm, "You know, I
can do whatever I want. The law says I can't 'harass',
well, let me tell you, the law applies only to chumps
like you." There was a flash in his eyes. "Fact is, I
can pick up this phone and be talking to the Governor
in about two minutes. Think you gonna tell me about
the law?"
He started back in: "What was that word, 'harass'.
Well that means unwelcome, but let me tell you chump,
your woman has needs, she be givin off all kinds of
signals, hints like, you know what I mean?" He fell
into an insolent, easy jive, I could feel the blood
rise in my cheeks as I watched his smile start again -
"But no you wouldn't know, sorry-ass wuss like you get
no signals no time, ha, ha, ha!"
The door opened, and one of the most beautiful women
I'd ever seen walked in. She walked like she was on a
runway, with a smooth rocking motion to show the form
of her legs and the lift of her high heels. She was
carrying a tray of drinks, and when she turned to set
them on the low credenza, she bent low, and I saw even
more of her smooth, sexy legs. My eyes were locked on
her, there was a certain charge in the air, and even
though I was sick with fear I felt desire stir, knowing
that the feel of her against my body would comfort me.
But she was his, I knew it. I watched her leave the
same way she'd come in. When I looked back at Brock,
he was staring at me. I knew he never even glanced at
her the whole time, even though the show was for him.
He didn't need to, because his dick probably knew every
sweet fold and crevice of her body. He was staring
hard at me. A line had been crossed.
"Its a great country ain't it?" He was toying with me
now, enjoying the upper hand, the way a cat plays with
a cornered mouse. "Guy can really make somethin of his-
self here, all you need is a pair of big balls, but
then again, guess you wouldn't know bout that!"
He rose and walked over to us, and stood over me. I
was sitting low in the sofa, he seemed like a giant
glowering down at me. "C'mon, get up. What you waitin
for, boy. Your lady, here, she be thinkin you don't
care about her. C'mon, make me stop hittin on her!"
Tammy was watching me, watching with the same stare she
had been wearing ever since we entered the office. All
last night she had been quiet, letting me build myself
up, talk big, even though she knew what I was getting
myself into. A word from her would have made me hesi-
tate, but no, she let me go on, let me talk myself into
it. And then I knew what that look was. She was lay-
ing low, waiting, ready for the winner.
"Lily-ass punk, I'm gonna kick you outta my office."
He reached down with his big hands and pulled me up off
the couch by the collar. My heart was beating like a
rabbit, I was fighting for breath. My feet were lifted
off the floor, and he must have done this with one
hand, because the other hand was drawn back in a fist.
I could see the flash of his gold rings on thick wide
knuckles. I couldn't look away because the rings had
sharp points, jagged razor-like edges, made to tear up
the face of a victim. I felt like I would throw up,
and I began to feel dizzy with the stress and fear.
Tammy went up to him, put her hands on his big
shoulders, and said, "Please don't hurt him." That's
what I was reduced to. He threw me down on the couch
like a sack of shit. My pants were wet. Tammy looked
at the wet spot on my pants and I saw a momentary look
of disgust, of revulsion, on her face. With a look
like, that, I knew she was gone. Brick looked at Tammy,
pointed down at me and said, "Thinks he's gonna tell me
what I can't do."
He walked over to her, and said softly, "Why you wast-
ing your time with this loser?" She had no answer.
"You need a man to take care of you, protect you, not
the other way around." He walked slowly, easily over
to his desk, completely unconcerned that he was turning
his back on me. He opened a desk drawer, and took out
a long dark box, and then came up to her and said,
"Here. This is for you." As she opened it, he was
standing behind her, caressing her shoulders. I could
see that his big hands had long, sensual fingers. She
opened the box, and her mouth opened in a small "Oh,"
as she saw his gift. I could see the jewels in the
necklace and a look of joy in her bright eyes. He drew
it from her hand, and then, slowly, moved behind her,
and with smooth, languorous, almost reverent movements
draw it tight around her neck. "A fine lady needs to
wear fine jewels."
It didn't matter that he probably had a drawer full of
these things, ready to charm whatever piece of ass
walked into his office. What mattered was that it
probably cost two years of my pay, and she never had
anything so nice before, something to show her friends,
a symbol of a mans devotion. As he closed it around
her, he kissed her on the neck. She wasn't drawing
away, just looking off into some distant, inner land-
scape. He kept planting small kisses all along the side
of her neck. When he put his lips into her ear, and
started whispering to her, she rested her head back
against his shoulder.
She broke into a bright smile as she heard his
whispers. One of her hands was absently feeling the
necklace on her neck, and she reached back with the
other hand and caressed the side of his face. The
bitch!
It was like I wasn't there anymore. He was moving on
her like an expert, kissing her neck, and as he moved
from her neck up her ear, her head tilted bach, showing
her pleasure. Then all of a sudden he reached into her
dress and started squeezing her breasts. Biting softly
on her ears, whispering. I could make out a few
phrases: "...make you feel real good...", "...deep in-
side...", and, as he slid his hands down towards her
crotch, "...feel that fine, soft pussy..." When his
hands got there, she closed her eyes, and bit her
lower lip. "...want a real man to give you a baby..?"
her chest heaved.
She turned toward him and put both arms over his big
shoulders. She stood high on her toes. She was whis-
pering back to him now, and while she nuzzled her face
against his cheek he was pawing her ass. She drew back
and started to undo his tie. She turned and looked me
straight in the eye. So bold, so hot she was. The
smirk was gone, here was a woman who had found what
she needed. For months I was trying to get her like
this, trying to break through her reserve, and even
though her creamy pussy didn't want me; the sight of
her like this got me hot. His silk tie made a whistling
sound as she pulled it off. When she undid all the
buttons of his shirt, and spread it open to expose his
torso, I could see the excitement on her beautiful
face. His body was spectacular, all lean, tight
muscle, chiseled like polished black granite.
He took her hand and pushed it down in his pants, and
I could see the interest on her face as she felt his
big tool. I could see her hand moving inside his
pants. I was stunned now, in shock from a sort of
sensory overload. A part of me was trying to estimate
how big his prick was, by inspecting the range of
motion of her hands, and a part of me wanted to commit
murder. She reached her other hand down, and opened
his belt, and then got down on her knees to pull his
pants down.
The man had reason to be proud. It wasn't even fully
erect yet, but it was already much larger than any
other dick I've seen. And very wide. My wife was
kneeling now, just a foot or so from it, and I involun-
tarily wondered how much of it she could take.
"Suck my cock, baby!", and slowly, slowly she brought
her lips closer to it. When she finally touched it, and
started to draw the length of it inside her mouth, I
felt an electric surge move through my body. The push
of that big, black Johnson into her mouth was hot
stuff to watch. My cock surged against my wet pants,
as I saw her lips stretching, watching her resist the
impulse to gag as she took as much as she could in her
throat.
She never did that for me. For months I was bringing
her along slowly, respectfully, being careful not to
sully her with my carnal needs. I knew now that I was
a fool - what she really wanted was a man to take her
without asking. She was going down eagerly, working
like a coke whore on the biggest, meanest guy I had
ever seen. He was getting the treatment, the silky
lip, soft tongue, careful slow suck that is the wet
dream of every man. Every few minutes she would slide
him out of her mouth, and then lower her face so she
could tickle first one ball, then the other, with her
long, wet tongue. When she would do this I would hear
him murmur, "You are one fine bitch." Then she would
slide him back into her mouth, and then stare directly
at me. My cock was burning, and my mind was spinning.
Once he draw her up, and then whispered something in
her ear. I saw her nod, and he walked back over to me.
"Get yo ass up off my couch!" I got up sheepishly; My
beautiful wife took her skirt and panties off and lay
back on the couch, lifting her legs high and wide, ex-
posing her wonderful cunt to us. But no, it wasn't to
us, it was to him. He undressed, slowly, savoring his
conquest, enjoying the opportunity for some more in-
sults. "Here, hold these," handing me his pants and
shirt.
I just stood there, unable to move, but not really
wanting to anymore either. I wanted to watch it
happen, I wanted to see him do Tammy. My excitement
showed, Brock noticed my hard cock inside my wet pants.
"Tammy, get a load of that little thing there, all
ready for action!" They both laughed, and as I stood
there, holding his clothes, as he climbed on top of
her.
I could see her face beneath his hard back and
shoulders. She was all red, her lips were flushed
with passion, and she stared up at him as she reached
for his big thick cock and positioned it at her moist
gate. He pushed the tip in, and he said, "C'mon girl,
put your legs up over my shoulders."
From my position I could see his ball sacs and the long
fat prick pushing down into her.
The air was electric. He started pushing in, and her
face jumped, I could almost feel the sharp pain, "No,
Brock, you're hurting me!!!"
"Guess you ain't used to real meat, bitch!. Man, you
tight like a teenybopper, ain't really been done yet!"
He wasn't stopping, he continued to drive in, slowly,
even though she was crying out in pain. It seemed like
he was being deliberately slow, enjoying the feel of
breaking her wide open. It seemed like an eternity,
watching the length of his Johnson plunge into her,
spreading her out underneath him, settling his body
full on her wide open ass.
Finally, he was all the way in, and he stopped a moment
and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. "There now,
it only hurt cause you ain't used to me, but you be OK,
you're mine now."
She just looked over at me, glassy eyed. He held her
tight by her shoulders, she was pinned under him as he
started pumping. She was helpless, but it really
didn't matter, because I could see she was over the
edge, that sweet spot where the pain turns into sur-
render.
"Oh, Brock!" Now she was digging it, enjoying the stab
of his love tool deep down inside. Her mouth was pres-
sed against his hard shoulder, she was giving him lit-
tle love bites. "Oh, God, that feels good! Fuck, that
big cock feels sooo good!!"
"Man, Tammy, you be one sweet cunt! So nice and tight!"
Oh, I loved the sight of her, watching the way she
gasped with every thrust, watching her being carried
to the edge, hissing her pleasure like a wild animal.
She was looking up at him, and I could see her cheeks
were wet. They were tears of pleasure.
Brock stopped for a moment, Just when she was ready,
just at that moment when he knew she was right there,
almost ready to explode inside, he stopped thrusting
and looked at her. He knew just what to do, how to
use this moment, this ache he aroused in her.
He looked into her crying eyes, and brought his face
down within an inch of her, and gave her the sweetest,
gentle little kiss on her lips, and whispered, "You
like this, baby?"
"Y-y-y-yes,", softly, like a prayer.
And he answered with a soft wet kiss. "You'll be my
girl from now on?"
"Y-y-y-yes," loving what she heard.
"You be my bitch?"
"Y-y-yes, I do, I want that."
I thought I'd burst from passion, I felt like I was
witness to some dark, sinful intimacy. I loved it too,
feeling a vicarious pleasure at the treatment the man
was getting from her, watching the smooth way he played
her. I started to rub myself as I listened, forgetting
the humiliation, caught up in the sparks that flew be-
tween them.
"I like my bitches be always there, case my dick get
hard, need some sweet lovin, some o dat there sugar you
got inside."
"Oh, Jesus, I want to be the one you come to, oh,
Christ, Brock, I love feeling your big dick inside me!"
He was hearing what he wanted, and he started moving
again, slowly pulling and pushing that big thing inside
her.
"Gonna shoot you full of my baby juice, your belly be
full of me!"
"Ohhhhh, Brock, I want your baby, oh you mean stud,
pump it deep inside me, I want your baby!!" She was
coming, I saw a big smile of satisfaction on his face
as she let loose. I came at the same time she did,
loving the sight of the big man in action.
-=*=-
That was a long time ago. He still comes over to our
house every so often. My job is to keep his son quiet,
because Brock gets pissed off if his cries disturb
their lovemaking, and all I have to do is feel my den-
tures with my tongue to remind me of what he's like
when he gets upset.
When he calls and says he's coming, I help Tammy get
ready for him. I brush her hair, and help her put on
the jewelry he's bought for her. I now give expert
pedicures. I make sure dinner is almost ready when he
arrives, the table is set, and the crystal is polished.
When he arrives, I meet him at the door, wearing an
apron.
When I bring them their drinks in the living room,
she's already wrapped in his big arms. My abuse is
now part of their foreplay, he loves to tease me and
she loves to watch him do it. Its a long drawn out
scene, he starts slowly, talking about how silly I
look, and criticizing the way I keep "his" house.
He'll ask Tammy if I've made any moves on her since
he was there last. And even though I wouldn't dare,
she always lies, she turns to him and whispers in his
ear about some indiscretion I've committed. Whispers
while she's looking right at me, and I see a little
smug smile on her face. Brock will smile too, almost
laugh, he knows its a lie, but its his cue to get
physical.
He gets up and grabs me, holding me with one hand
while he bitch-slaps me with the other. He'll slap
me until I cry, Tammy laying there all happy inside,
her juices flowing at the sight of her man in action.
All night long I sit with his son, hovering nearby in
case he wakes. But sometimes, when he's in a deep
sleep, I slip away, and walk towards "our" bedroom. I
wait outside and listen carefully, and some sick in-
stinct in me makes me stroke myself as I listen to
them. I can hear her deep breathing, and I imagine
the scene in my mind, the bulk of him on top of her,
the shudder of pleasure on her face as the big man
drives into her. She's not religious at all anymore,
it seems all she wants is that big dick pushing into
her, stretching the soft skin on her insides, filling
her with his precious seed.
I love the mornings best of all. When I wheel their
breakfast in, more often than not they're still at it.
As I push the bedroom door open I can see her red nails
on his big black ass, urging him deeper into her. Her
hands urging him in, even through she screams like
she's in pain. "Oh Christ, Brock no!" He loves that,
loves to feel like his woman can't take him. I know
their games, I've heard every shout and gasp of their
lovemaking, and I'm rock hard as I listen and pour
their coffee.
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