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Authors name: Cindy (my10acup@hotmail.com)
Story title : A Boss Gets It

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A Boss Gets It (MF, MM, ws, nc, work)
by Cindy (my10acup@hotmail.com)

***

A boss gets what's cumming in him, for being a using 
kinda guy...

***

I doubt there is a sight as heart tearing and gut 
twisting as watching the face of your wife, seeing her 
emotions, while someone else is shagging her.

That thought crossed my mind as I was humping my 
neighbor's wife, whom I love dearly, watching her in 
the dresser mirror. All I could see was her chest, 
shoulders and neck. I watched the expressions of 
pleasure cross her face as her orgasm built, then I 
caught her eyes in the mirror, and we watched each 
other's faces as we climaxed together. Her eyes 
clenched with each squirt of cum I poured into her 
womb, then a wave of pleasure crossed her face as she 
ground her own orgasm out on my cock.

She climbed off and flopped down next to me, and 
drifted off to sleep, cum slowly seeping its way from 
her sex.

I lay there thinking.

I had a lot to think about. There were rumors at work 
there would be lay-offs, and union rules say last 
employed, first fired. I had only been there three 
months, so was sure to go, if they happened.

My Boss has a gorgeous ginger haired wife, and he fucks 
around behind her back. If my woman looked half as 
good, or was half as loyal, I would ever do anything 
like that to her, but he had no principles.

The next couple of days at work were real quiet, and my 
boss had me doing errands for him, including pick up 
his family and drop his kids at school, and his wife 
down town. I didn't object, I liked his wife, and 
enjoyed the opportunity to spend time with her. Later 
that after noon, The phone rang, and as my boss was 
elsewhere, probably knocking off one of the office 
girls in the store room, I answered it, it was his 
wife, she needed to be picked up with her shopping. I 
gladly obliged.

I pulled the company car up at the curb and helped her 
load her goods into the trunk, all except one smallish 
bag that she held onto, and wouldn't let me see at all. 
I was a bit curious, but said nothing, looking down her 
top at her ample cleavage was enough to keep my mind 
busy for now, it was certainly entertaining helping her 
load the trunk. We chatted as we drove, nothing much, 
but as we neared her house, she asked me directly 

"Have you got a girl friend?"

I thought hard and fast, I was 19, but looked 17 or 16. 
In all the stories you read, a woman asks that when she 
thinking of screwing you, so I decided to lie.

"No, I don't, but I sure would like one," I looked at 
her hard, "I'd like her to look like you "I added 
quietly.

She said nothing for a while; a tinge of color came to 
her cheeks. We pulled up at her house, and I helped her 
unload her goods and carry them inside. It seemed as if 
I could see down her top a lot more than usual this 
time, I wondered about that, but decided not to 
question a good thing, just enjoy it.

When we were done, she asked me in for a cool drink. I 
gladly accepted. We chatted some more, and then she 
asked me a question.

"If I asked your opinion, would you give it to me 
honestly?"

I looked at her, then answered, "Yes Maam, as honest as 
can."

"Would you keep it... um, confidential?"

"Sure, for you, anything," That was no lie at least.

"What it is, why I ask you that is, I um... I bought 
some, well undies." She was blushing now. "And I want 
to know if they look, well, I want to know if I look 
sexy n them, but I don't want to look silly in front of 
my husband."

My eyes opened wide and I stared at her, my mouth 
dropped open, and I couldn't say anything. She reached 
out with a shy smile and gently closed my mouth, 
smiling as she did.

"I'll change now, before I change my mind." She said 
and picking up her little bag, she skipped off.

I was surprised, to say the least by this turn of 
events, but I was looking forward to seeing her in her 
'sexy undies' so much I thought my heart would jump out 
of my chest it was banging that hard.

I sat there, with a hardon from anticipation, sipping 
nervously at my drink, thinking of the absurdity of the 
situation. 

Me, in my bosses house, alone with his wife, who is 
drop dead gorgeous, and she is going to show me her 
knickers, If anyone walked in, it wouldn't look good.

"Are you ready?" she called out, her voice had the 
faintest tremor in it, she was as exited and nervous as 
I was.

"When you are Maam," I answered.

She came into sight down the hall, wearing a 
transparent mesh bra and g-string, the garments hid 
nothing, her hard nipples clearly visible as they 
pushed out against the light gauzy fabric, and her 
light ginger bush showed through her panties, her pussy 
lips also clearly visible.

I stared, she was as good as naked, She was even better 
than I dreamed, in my wettest dream, her skin flawless 
milky white, her hair more gold than red hanging over 
her shoulders contrasting splendidly.

She turned, then stopped, a little clumsily, nearly 
tripping, causing one breast to pop out of its flimsy 
restraint momentarily.

I sat and stared, mouth open again, heart in danger of 
exploding.

"You ...look... more than sexy," I stammered out

"You really like it?"

"Y--yes, wow, you're beautiful."

She walked toward me, and placed a hand on each 
shoulder, and looked me in the eyes, I looked at her 
breasts, feeling the warmth of her body, so close now 
to mine. She ducked her head, and grinning put her face 
in front of mine.

"Thanks, I value your opinion." She hugged me. 
Squeezing her body against me, I stood there for a 
second, then returned the hug, feeling her naked back 
under my hands, her warm smooth baby like skin, I ran 
my hands over her back, to her g-string, over her bra 
straps, along the sides of her soft breasts, trying to 
slip my hands under the bra cups to feel her breasts 
properly.

She pulled back from me, and gripped my hands, grinning 
at me.

"Will you do something else for me?" She asked again, 
holding my hands.

Breathless, I nodded.

"Good, I bought something else, and I want you to model 
it, for me." She led me by the hand back up the hall to 
their bedroom, she walking backwards, me staring at her 
gorgeous near naked body.

I was entranced by her, the sway of her barely covered 
boobs, the way one pussy lip disappeared after the 
other as she walked backwards. I had never played 
around like this with another woman before.

She kicked the door open and led me into the room, 
motioning to the bed, he said, "Try this on for me?"

I looked down and saw a little bag; I curiously opened 
it, and inside was a miniscule g-string, for a male.

I looked up at her, a questioning look on my face.

"I bought them for Michael, it our anniversary 
tomorrow, I wanted it to be special, but I want to know 
that they don't look silly, either."

I shrugged, and started to shed my clothes, She watched 
me unbutton my shirt, then she slid it down my 
shoulders, taking it off me, and folding it, before 
placing it on the bed. Then she grinned at me, and 
started to unbuckle my belt, I helped her undo my 
jeans, then she slid them down my legs, brushing her 
face against my stiff cock as she did.

I stepped out of the jeans, and she stood and folded 
them to, putting them next to my shirt, and she stood 
in front of me, hands on my briefs, my cock poking into 
her belly through them. She slid them down, watching 
them dragging my cock downwards with them, until it 
sprang back, released from its confinement.
She dropped the briefs with the other clothes, and held 
the g-string out for me to step into.

I did, and she pulled it up my legs, pulling the string 
firmly between my arse cheeks, and then knelt in front 
of me, She considered my erection for a moment, then 
she gripped it, and tried to tuck it into the pants, it 
would not fit, springing back to point at her face. 

Giggling, she stood back, and looked at me. I felt more 
naked wearing my bosses g-string than I had when I was 
wearing nothing.

"I feel, well, naked," I said.
 
"You have a bigger, um, thingy than Michael," She 
observed, "Turn around for me?"

I turned on the spot, feeling a bit silly, cock 
sticking straight out, on display.

"Yep, it is sexy, real sexy, I like it... except... 
come here a moment," She said.

I approached, and she hugged me again, I felt her bra 
covered breasts warm an soft against my chest, then my 
cock was pushing against her soft belly, She squeezed 
me against her, her hands roaming over my back, along 
the g-string, over my bum cheeks, then I jumped as she 
slid her finger the full length of my arse crack.

"I'm just seeing how it feels," She explained. 

I stood still, my cock feeling as if it would burst, 
then she fondled my balls. I wasn't going to question a 
good thing, just enjoy it, I closed my eyes as he ran 
her fingers lightly over my cock, then my belly, I felt 
giddy, and sat back on the bed, nearly pulling her over 
on top of me.

She giggled and pushed me back onto the bed, so I was 
lying down, then she lay next to me, saying as she lay 
down, "You look like you wouldn't mind testing these 
things out properly."

She shifted so she was astride me, my cock resting 
along her bum crack, She pulled her knickers aside, 
then in a smooth movement, she mounted me, slipping my 
cock over halfway inside herself, then she stopped, and 
looked at me for a second. 

"Are you OK?" I managed to gasp.

She nodded, "Your thing is just... so much bigger than 
Michael's, I wasn't expecting, well, so much!" Then she 
pushed steadily down, taking the rest of me into 
herself.

She stayed there a second or two gently rocking, then 
she slowly lifted herself up, until I nearly slipped 
out of hr, and then dropped her whole weight against 
me, forcing my full length inside her at once, her face 
was a picture of pleasure and delight. Like a little 
girl who found a new toy.

I looked around the room, seeing her dresser mirror; 
she was reflected in it, down to her waist. I watched 
her making love, as she humped and ground out her 
pleasure on me, the delight on her face when she looked 
down at me, and realized once more, it wasn't her 
husband, but another man, a boy, who as far as she knew 
was loosing his cherry to her. 

I watched the intense waves of pleasure cross her face, 
as they grew in intensity, then as she rapidly humped 
into her orgasm, then ground it through, taking me into 
her as deeply as she could, grinding our pubic bones 
against each other, then as she looked down at me, 
invisible in the mirror, and felt me shooting my cum 
into her. I could tell that she felt each squirt, her 
eyes flicking as I poured my seed into her hot wet 
womb.

She collapsed onto me, breathing heavily. "Did you like 
that?" She asked.

"Yes Maam, I liked that, and any time you want to try 
out new clothes again, or even old ones, I'll gladly 
help."

She sighed, "I don't... I've never done this except 
with my husband before, I don't do it with anyone..."

"I won't tell a soul, I promise," I looked into her 
eyes and saw this meant a great deal to her, that it 
remain secret.

I kissed her, the first time, just a peck on the lips, 
then again, deeply, She kissed me back, and I felt my 
cock harden inside her again, she felt it too, and I 
rolled her over, until I was on top, and started to 
make love to this woman, my bosses wife, deeply, and 
seriously, Her breasts, warm and soft under my hairless 
chest propped me up so I could look into her eyes as I 
worked my cock into and out of her soft body, I knew I 
was deeper insider her than anyone had ever been 
before, and this turned me on even more, knowing that 
although she was married, and had a daughter I drooled 
over regularly, I was touching parts of her with my 
cock that had until now remained untouched.

I relished the sensation of my cum inside her too, 
making her even slipperier than her own juices ever 
could, I felt the tension building in my balls then at 
the base of my cock, I pumped into her deeply, grabbing 
her arse cheeks, and pulling her onto me with them, my 
fingers meeting on her arse hole, as I came in her, I 
pushed both index fingers into her arse, steadily 
pulling it open then feeling my cock through her inner 
tissue.

I have never cum so much before in my life, I seriously 
thought I was going to die, my life force leaving me in 
huge squirts through my cock, and I couldn't have been 
more happy to do just that.

When I finished, I collapsed onto her, feeling her 
lovely breasts squashing under me. I realized my 
fingers were still invading her arse; I explored her a 
bit there, then slipped my semi hard and slick cock out 
of her pussy and slid it into her arse.

She clamped her muscles hard onto me, her eyes wide, 
until now she had been lost in her own orgasm, but the 
sensation of a long cock entering her back passage 
bought her out of quickly.

I lay there, wondering at the feelings her body 
produced in me, her arse seemed to be gently swallowing 
my cock, it was tight, extremely tight, in a ring of 
muscle, then a nice firm caress inside her body along 
my shaft.

I lay there, feeling her bowels milk my cock dry, and 
as it went totally limp, it slid out, a faint smell of 
shit in the air.

We looked at each other, and quietly said, "Wow," 
together.

"Happy Anniversary," I said as she played with my cock.

I looked at the clock next to the bed, and noticed it 
was near school out time, I got up from the bed, and 
she Michaels soon to be anniversary gift, it was wet 
from our juices. I headed for the bathroom to clean up, 
where she joined me.

"You made my arse a bit sore," she said, giggling a bit 
from her post-orgasmic high. "You made me sore inside 
too, a little bit." We cleaned each other, and then 
dressed.

As we headed for the car she spoke again a little 
reflectively, "You realize, I'm going to need you now, 
regularly."

I stopped and looked at her.

"I will," she said again. "I've never been so, so, 
full... inside before," her hand unconsciously rubbed 
her lower belly. It won't ever be the same with 
Michael, he never could... satisfy me like you just 
did."

She was nervous; trying to express things she had never 
in her wildest dreams felt or thought before.

"If you need me, just call me, I'll be there for you."

She nodded, and blushing, we got into the car to pick 
up her daughters from school.

As I dropped them off at the house again, she took my 
hand, and holding it gently, she looked into my eyes, 
and said, "Thanks, for ... well, everything. I will 
want to see you again, soon."

I nodded, and she left.

I drove back to work, and walked inside, just in time 
to be collared by a puffed and red-faced boss, his 
clothes were creased and he generally looked as if he 
had run a marathon. He had a grin on his face like the 
cat that got the cream. He pulled me aside and panting 
told me, "That Tracy, man her hubby's got a wild cat 
there!" Then he stumbled into his office.

I looked into the reception area, and sure enough 
Tracy's hair was a little awry, her makeup smudged a 
bit, her clothes a bit creased.

I walked up to her, pissed off she let Michael fuck 
her. She was a doll to look at, and a personality to 
match. She was also naive and trusting, too trusting by 
appearances.

"Hiya Tracy, Michael told me what you been doing..."

Her head snapped up from her work and she blushed beet 
red, "What!"

"He told me that you're a wildcat, and that your 
husband's a lucky man to have a great cock sucker like 
you."

I lied about that bit, but the smudged lipstick gave it 
away, along with a single pearly bead of semen in her 
raven black hair. Her face fell, her shoulders slumped, 
she was ashamed.

"He said you let him cum inside you and, and with no 
rubber, nothing." OK I lied about that too, but I knew 
he wouldn't have used a rubber.
 
"Shit, oh shit, now Clint will find out, oh shit he'll 
kill me!"

She was one worried girl now, and not likely to let 
Michael into her pants again for a long time to come. I 
hated that man.

"You just gotta be more careful who you open your legs 
for, you know. Once you're branded a slut, that follows 
you, like the wet spot of Michaels cum that staining 
your skirt right now."

Her hand dove under her skirt, the look on her face 
told me I was right, she had leaked, and it was 
showing. The shamed, crestfallen appearance of her made 
me feel sorry for her. And, incredibly horny, I was 
remembering Michael's own wife, a few minutes ago, as I 
went back on my own slops for seconds.

"If you head for the ladies, I'll follow you there so 
no one notices it, and you can clean up a bit."

She flashed me a smile as if I had rescued her from 
death, and I followed her to the ladies restroom, and 
headed to the security room, to check the tapes.
Our company has CCTV in each room on the premises, 
although not even our boss knows about it yet, because 
I put them in, and hid the cameras. I did it initially 
because my lunch was getting nicked on me, but soon 
found that spying on the other employees made 
interesting entertainment. And the steamier subject 
matter I sold for a profit. And recently I've made a 
nice little bundle on black mail.

All told, I make enough cash money from the activities 
of the co-workers; I don't really need to work, except 
I wouldn't have access to the cameras, and now my boss 
was firing me. That meant an end to my sex videos I 
sold. He had to pay.

I Thought about this a lot, as I flicked through the 
tapes, finding the one, Michaels favorite room, the 
room we used especially for sales and meetings, it had 
the only locking door in the building, apart from his 
office.

Tracy was lead into the room, reluctantly, at the start 
of lunch break, according to the time on the recording, 
Michael dropped his [ants and offered his cock to 
Tracy, who looked at it and then went to move away. He 
got mad and grabbed one of her large breasts, and 
twisted it hard. She knelt and sucked. When he pulled 
out of her mouth after thirty seconds or so, and shot 
his cum in her face, he told her to bend over.

She looked reluctant, but he grabbed her breast again, 
and she complied, lifting her heavy denim skirt. He 
pulled her panties aside, and slid in, pounding away at 
her for a full minute, (No wonder Michelle said she 
wouldn't be satisfied by him again, should have called 
him 'Two Stroke') then he went frenzied, and stopped, 
pulled out of her, and wiped himself clean on her 
skirt, slapped her backside and walked out of the room, 
leaving the door open while she tried to fix her 
clothes.

In my opinion, Tracy was raped. I ran a few older tapes 
through the machine, and chanced across one, three 
months old, where Michael and Tracy were drinking in 
the room, rather she was, he looked like he was, but 
wasn't, Tracy passed out and Michael wasted no time 
opening her clothes, she had great tits, awesome, heavy 
pearl white globes, tiny nipples, pink areolas, ginger 
brown pubic thatch, and best of all, big fat bald pussy 
lips. I watched as he got out a cheapo Polaroid camera, 
and snapped a few pictures, then wanked himself hard, 
and holding her pussy open, slid in, and snapped a few 
'penetration' pics.
 
He put the camera down, and fucked her, just held her 
tits, and fucked her, until he came, he pulled out of 
her, and squirted his cum onto her pussy, all over 
those lovely fat pussy lips of hers, and then took some 
more pics. He paused a moment, wanking himself hard 
again, he couldn't do it, he managed only a half one, 
and laid his cock inside her open mouth, and snapped 
some more photos. That done, he dressed, and left the 
room, with the door open.

I thought that was the end of it, she would wake up, 
get dressed, and go home, the time on the tape showed 
well after 7 pm, so it was obviously after work. The 
tape flickered as the motion sensor cut the recording 
(It saves wasting tape on an empty room.) Then the 
picture came back, the janitor was in the room, looking 
at the still unconscious girl, naked and obviously 
recently used.

He checked her breathing, then tentatively touched one 
of her splendid breasts, she didn't respond, so he 
started to grope her in earnest, squeezing his cock 
through his pants as he did. Then he stopped, pulled 
his cock out of his pants, and moved between her open 
legs, and lined up the fattest cock I ever saw with her 
open pussy. It took him several attempts to get it 
totally inside her, but he did, and he could fuck, he 
pumped away at her for nearly half an hour, before 
pulling out of her, and cumming all over the table next 
to her. 

He cleaned up the room, made a halfhearted attempt at 
fixing her clothes, and left. 

Shortly after, Tracy regained consciousness, she sat on 
the table a while, holding her head and tenderly 
rubbing her well stretched pussy, then got up and left, 
she walked slightly bow legged now.

I was hard as a rock watching her being raped. 

Don't get me wrong, I am dead against rape. But these 
were two people I work with, and one I don't, he just 
happened by and used her.

It sickened me, and exited me.

I grabbed as many tapes as I could fit into my jacket 
pockets, and left my secret alcove.

As I walked down the corridor, I bumped into Tracy, 
literally.

She squealed as the edge of one of my video cassettes 
jabbed deeply into her breast.

"What the hell have you got in your coat?" She asked, 
rubbing her breast
I thought fast, her husband was still out of town, I 
was losing my job, she would most likely lose hers now, 
if she didn't quit after what I had said. I made a 
decision.

"I've got the tapes of you and Michael, security tapes, 
you might like a look, there's more to it than you 
think, and you aught to know."

She flushed deep scarlet, from the bottom of her neck 
to the roots of her hair.

I spoke again, "I'm not going to black mail you like he 
is, Ill give the tapes to you, but you have to come to 
my house first, and I need to talk with you."

She gasped, at the mention of black mail, but nodded 
her agreement. She would come.

I left early, she left on time, because she arrived at 
my house nearly an hour after I did.
 
I don't have a TV; I have a laser projector, bought 
with my ill-gotten gains, that uses a whole wall as a 
screen.

I raced around the house, throwing out old pizza boxes, 
beer cans, booze bottles and the usual debris found in 
a teenage kids house, getting it ready, as if it was a 
first date.

Tracy pulled up at the front; I let her in before she 
could knock.

"What is this about?" was her first question.

"You should know, I've got every room at work under 
surveillance, so I know what goes on."

Her eyes widened, "How... Why?"

"Some one was knocking off my lunch, and I wanted to 
find out who," I said with a shrug. "But I found out 
more than I thought, and I sell some tapes now and 
then, it pays for this," I waved my hand around the 
room.

I motioned to the living room, "Come in, sit down, have 
a drink, whatever you like, I'm putting on the tape." I 
walked to the projector to start it, she headed for the 
drinks fridge, pulling out a UDL, a premixed bourbon 
and cola, and came to the only seat in the room, I 
started the tape, and we sat down side by side to 
watch.

She gasped as the tape started, startled to see her 
self, twice as large as life, entering the sales room 
with Michael. She drank deeply on her can.
She watched as Michael went about his business on the 
film, stripping, raping, posing, then left her naked 
and open on the table. "The bastard," she kept 
repeating under her breath.

The tape flicked, and the janitor appeared in the scene 
now. Tracy choked on her drink as she watched him maul 
her unconscious body in the film. There were tears 
freely running down her face as she watched the cleaner 
feeding is oversized cock into her, and pound away. For 
the whole time, all she did was mutter curses and 
threats of vengeance against the men. The tape flicked 
off. I got up, gave Tracy a straight shot of bourbon, 
and changed the tape, putting in today's effort.

We watched in silence as she was again forced into a 
nonconsensual sex act. When she saw the expression on 
Michael's face as he was wiping himself clean on her 
skirt, she threw her drink at the wall, it hit where 
his head was in the film, the and screamed.

"You bastard, you using, uncaring SHIT!"

Then she sat down again, and curled into a ball, 
sobbing her eyes out.
I moved toward her to comfort her.


"Get away from me you perverted shit, you filmed this, 
you are as bad as he is!"

I let it go, and got her another drink, I held the can 
out to her, figuring if she threw the can, it would do 
less damage than another of my shot glasses.

"I want to get him for what he did to you, if you give 
that tape to the police, and tell them about what he is 
doing to you, hell go to jail, for sure, that's 
outright rape."

Tracy stopped her crying, and looked up at me.
 
"He told me... he said I got drunk, and... I loved it."

I sat down again.

"He said... he said I asked him to take the pictures, 
to prove how big his cock is in me."

I let her tell her story.

"I didn't know the cleaner... did it... too. I thought 
it was all Michael."

I held her hand as she talked now.

"You know," She looked up at me through her tears, "I 
always wondered why he never felt that big, and why I 
was so sore after that night. The freakin cleaner..."

"You want to tell me what exactly went on?" I asked, 
getting up to turn the lights back on.

"Yeah, OK, It was after I sold that big J. Grant 
account, I made the company a cool half a million, 
Michael asked me to stay back, he wanted to celebrate, 
he had something special for me."

"He sure did, by the look of it," I added.

"Yeah, after, he showed me the photos he took, and 
threatened to show them to Clint, my husband, if I quit 
my job, I was offered a better one, but he wanted to 
keep me here. Then it started to be sex too, then he 
made me suck his stinking cock as well."

"And now he brags about you to everyone" I added

"I used to love sucking Clint off, now I cant face the 
thought of seeing his cock near my face."

I looked at her, a picture of helplessness, venerable, 
young, learning the hard way, and suffering for it.

I took a deep breath, it was now or never, I asked her, 
" Will you help me pay the bastard back, before we give 
the tapes to the cops?"

"Just tell me how!" Tracy agreed readily.

We talked way into the night, discussing, rejecting 
plan after plan, until we agreed on one. A simple plan, 
it would involve a bit of camera know how, but it would 
make an impression on Michael he would carry to his 
grave.

At two am we got up from the couch, well drunk, wobbly 
legs. Tracy fell against me, her soft breasts pushing 
into me. I steadied her, and suggested she stay the 
night. She agreed, and I showed her to the bedroom. 

"You don't have a spare bed?" She asked.

"There's plenty of floor," I offered.

"What the ... I got nothing you haven't seen already," 
she stripped off, and flopped into bed. I stripped and 
joined her.

We lay there, I cuddled her from behind, gently roaming 
my hands over her luscious body. She smelled of soap, 
and booze. I played with her breasts, and she moaned 
gently. 

"Mmm, I like that."

I groped her openly now, squeezing and pulling her 
breasts, feeling their weight, pulling her tiny nipples 
gently, making them stand out hard from her soft body.

She rolled over in my arms and wrapped a leg around me, 
pulling her bush against my belly. I slid a hand down 
between her open thighs, feeling her fat pussy lips, 
parting them, and tugging tenderly on her pink inner 
lips, making her hips buck against me.

I guided my very hard cock into her wet ready sex, 
feeling her lips part to accommodate me. 

Tracy rolled over now, pushing me onto my back, and 
sliding the full length of my pole into herself at the 
same time.

"Mmmm, a girl could use this a lot" She cooed softly as 
she worked herself up and down, back and forwards, 
grinding into my pubic bone.

I could feel the entrance of her innermost parts, her 
womb, as it rode on the tip of my cock.

I filled her perfectly.

I couldn't last long, Id been hard for half a day 
nearly, and been screwing the rest it seemed.

Tracy came before I did, barely. I felt a tide of goose 
pimples climb her skin, starting at her hips, and 
rising up her body, over her breasts, making them lift 
and harden, up to her face, as she orgasamed.

Then I came, deep inside her, jetting my seed directly 
against her womb.

She sat atop me, black hair framing her face, panting, 
looking into my face.

"You know, you're the second man I ever made love to, 
in my life."

"Yeah? Really?"

"Yeah. Clint was my first, when we were fifteen, then 
Michael raped me, so that doesn't count, I never wanted 
it with him, ever, and now you. I wouldn't kick you out 
of bed, you know, you're pretty good."

I grinned in the early morning light.

"Its five am, you got three hours before work, you want 
to sleep?"

"OK, Mr. Sensible," Tracy lay gently on my chest, my 
cock still embedded inside her, her big soft breasts 
against my chest, and we slept. 

We woke early, Tracy cleaned herself up and got off to 
work, I called in sick, and took off to visit a friend 
of mine, Craig. His father owned a funeral parlor, and 
it was rumored he got off on corpses.

I wasn't sure about that, but it was believable.

He was a huge man, I stand six foot seven, he towers 
over me. He also has three stainless steel teeth that 
make him look evil, his hair does nothing to help 
either, the sides of his head are shaved, and he rest 
is pulled into a waist length pony tail that hangs 
between his shoulders.

Craig is the best friend I ever had. I flogged him 
once, when I was drunk, and aiming at suicide. He 
respect me now, and I him.

I called on him, and told him of the plan Tracy and I 
had agreed on. He got really wound up at the thought of 
it.

We went back to my house and set up a couple of 
cameras, hooking them into a direct feed line to the 
laser projector.

We organized rope, a soft cloth rope, one used for tent 
guys, and a couple of ball type gags, big ones. Last of 
all, we ran around like mad digging up as many digital 
cameras as we could get our hands on.

Finally, we were ready.

Tracy just had to do her bit now, and I had no doubt 
she would. She was going to invite Michael, Michelle 
and the Janitor over to my house, for a night of 'going 
over old times', a 'company celebration'.

Evening fell, Michael and Michelle arrived, I let them 
in, gave them drinks, we sat and talked, listened to 
some music, and waited for the others.

Tracy arrived, and shortly after, the janitor. This 
surprised Michael, to see him show up, but he said 
nothing. We were getting comfortable, Michelle was 
obviously interested in me again, being her first 
'fling', she wasn't too subtle in her intentions, but 
Michael, totally trusting her to be too stupid to have 
her own mind, didn't notice.

I waited for her to go to the kitchen, and got up 
slightly after to follow. I flicked the outside light 
switch as I went past, a signal for Craig. I heard the 
front door open as I closed the kitchen door to give 
Michelle and I some privacy. I wrapped my arms around 
her and we kissed, deeply. I pushed her back against 
the sink, lifting her red cocktail dress and sliding my 
hands under her underwear to finger her wet sex.

She wrapped her arms around me, and opened her legs a 
bit wider for me.

I heard the sounds of scuffling in the living room, and 
knew it was time to sneak her outside and take her 
around to my bedroom, we would go in by the French 
windows.

I did exactly that, after first opening her dress 
totally, so she would pay less attention to any noise 
Craig was making inside.

We slipped inside the bedroom, after a giggling dash 
through my back garden, Michelle's boobs were exposed 
all the way, and she was horny, we stopped to kiss and 
fondle twice on the way, I removed her gown the second 
stop, so she was clad in skimpy underwear as we snuck 
into the room.

I made an excuse, and left to see that everything was 
going OK in the living room, I got there to see Craig, 
wearing a balaclava, with the Janitor and Michael tied 
up and Gagged, laying on the floor. Tracy was sitting 
in the corner of the room, listening to the music, 
calmly drinking her soft drink.

I made the OK sign and they both smiled.

Craig lifted Michael up and bodily carried him to the 
sofa, dumping him belly first across the back of it, so 
his bum was in the air, and his face was on the seat. 
Tracy grabbed some cushions ad put them under his chin, 
so he could see the wall better.

Craig went to work on Michaels clothes with a knife, 
cutting them from his bound body, running his huge 
gnarly hands over Michaels flabby white body as he 
exposed it. Michael tried franticly to struggle free, 
but was quieted with a massive blow to his kidney area.

He gasped in pain around the ball gag.

Tracy followed me to my bedroom, waiting outside until 
I gave her another prearranged signal.

I went in, and smiled naughtily at Michelle, "The boys 
are busy for a while, we wont be disturbed." I hugged 
and cuddled her, like a long lost lover, the thrill of 
what we were doing was arousing her.
 
We stripped each other, and I produced a blindfold.

Michelle balked.

"What is this for?"

"I thought, since Michael is out there," I indicated 
the other room, "You might like to say honestly, you 
saw nothing, ahhh, untoward."

Michelle giggled, and I slipped the blindfold on.

I opened the door to let Tracy in at the same time. 

She came in, armed with a video camera, the one 
connected to the laser projector. I slipped on a satin 
mask, and lay Michelle gently on the bed. I kissed her 
lips, and then her breasts, Tracy started the camera, 
and I knew Michael was seeing is wife now, willingly 
giving herself to someone else.

I whispered " Tell me, how it feels, am I better than 
Michael?"

"Oooohhh God yes," I kissed her lower belly, at the top 
of her bush. "OOhhh yeess, like that, please, kiss me 
there please."

I did, she opened her legs, Tracy focused the camera 
only on Michelle, on her face and upper half of her 
body. Michelle squirmed and wiggled as I tongued her 
clit, and sank into her sex as far as my tongue would 
reach.

I rolled over pulling her on top of me. She rose up on 
her knees, reaching between her thighs to guide my 
rigid pole into her sex, totally unaware of Tracy's 
presence, or the fact that by now, Michael was 
watching, and himself being penetrated by Craig's 
massive tool, Craig would also be telling him how good 
he would look in the pictures he was taking, with his 
cock wedged in Michael's arse. 

Michelle sank onto me, fully, taking my shaft in one 
slow stroke.

"OOohhh lover, you're so much bigger than Michael. You 
touch me where he never could."

I wanted to hear that, Michael was watching and 
listening to this live, larger than life, on the wall 
in the living room, while he himself was having his own 
backside reamed. Literally.

I quietly encouraged Michele to vocalize, to tell me 
what she felt, how she liked it, that she wanted this.

Michelle willingly complied, as her passion and 
pleasure built, so did her noise, until she screamed 
through her orgasm. Tracy focused on Michelle's lower 
parts now, as Michelle came, and my balls contracted as 
I unloaded my seed inside her.

I lifted Michelle off, and Tracy filmed the cum sliding 
from her open sex, then she quietly shut of the camera, 
and left the room. I gave Michelle a spiked drink, to 
make her sleep for the rest of the night. 

As she slept, I dressed, removed my own mask, and 
slipped out.

Tracy met me outside, and kissed me passionately. 
"That's so you remember who is better in bed," she 
whispered.

We walked out to the living room together.

Craig was still sawing away at Michaels soft pudgy 
arse, obviously enjoying himself. He paused as we 
entered the room. 

"Already?" He asked I nodded.

"It's got to happen sometime," I said.

Craig laughed softly, and a chill ran up my spine, it 
was a sound of pure evil. Straightening up, he pulled 
is member from Michaels backside, His cock was huge, 
Tracy gasped at the sheer size of it.

"Forget it lady," Craig said with a hint of humor in 
his voice, "this is for men only."

With that, Craig flipped Michael over onto his back, 
then he forced his legs open again, and started to 
force his oversized cock into Michaels battered arse 
again.

As he did, he grasped Michael's cock, surprisingly, it 
was erect.

"The bastards a closet gay, you knew, look at this," 
Craig wiggled Michael's cock,  "he's loving it!"

Tracy dropped her skirt and panties now, and moved 
astride Michaels face, she lowered herself onto it, and 
started to grind her sex, unwashed since we made love, 
so a bit on the nose now, into it. At first she moved 
timidly, then as she replayed the visions of her own 
rape through her head, she moved more vigorously, until 
she was grinding into his face violently, her own face 
screwed up into an ugly mask of passion. 

Craig was further aroused by watching her and wanked 
Michaels small cock as he rammed his own oversize 
member into him.

Tracy achieved her climax, and sat on Michaels face, 
recovering. She had cum so hard she was piddling on him 
as she sat there. She realized what was happening, and 
stopped the flow with an effort getting up to reveal 
Michael's now very battered face, and a bloody nose 
from her efforts.

Tracy walked over to the still bound Janitor now, he 
was facing away from proceedings in the rest of the 
room, he was only secondary to this, and deserved no 
enjoyment from watching Michelle's pleasure, or 
Michaels torture.

Tracy stood astride his body, he lay in the fetal 
position, and she pissed on him. When she finished, she 
moved around behind him, and kicked him in the balls, 
not just once, but repeatedly. I watched, feeling a bit 
sorry for him, but he had taken advantage of the girl 
while she was helpless, so it was only fair she have 
her turn.

"Oh man," Craig half groaned. "Oh man, girl, don't 
stop, you're my kind of woman, why don't you shit on 
him now? you're going to make me cum!"

Tracy looked up at Craig, and grinned.

She moved astride the prone janitors form, and squatted 
over him, and screwing her face up with effort, started 
to squeeze out a turd onto his head. Its smell filled 
the room, it landed on his head with a wet thump sound. 
She wiped her backside on his clothes, and walked off 
to put her clothes back on, and returned with a fist 
full of tissues. Kneeling, she wiped the shit all over 
the janitors face and neck.

When she finished, she stood up, and after tucking the 
tissues into his pocket, walked off to the bathroom.

I heard the shower start running, then Craig grunted.

"Ungh ahhh, oh man, wow, that is one hot babe you have 
there man, better than the one we watched on the wall."

He stopped his pumping into Michael's now bloody arse, 
and after taking a deep breath, pulled out, his cock 
dribbling cum as he did. He held it so he dribbled cum 
all over Michaels open arsehole, then, he snapped a few 
pictures with the digital camera.

Then he rapidly worked his fingers up and down on 
Michael's erection, making him ejaculate, and snapping 
photos as he did.

"OK, that's the job done, I got the photos, I busted 
his lily white arse, and loved every second of it."

"Thanks man, Thanks a lot, I appreciate it," I told 
him.

"No man, thank you! I got his arse forever now, or I 
post his pictures all over town. I got a video that is 
dynamite, and man, his arse gave me such a sore cock, I 
want him again, now!"
 
I looked down at Michaels slimy, bloody face, and saw 
the tears running from his eyes as it slowly dawned on 
him exactly what had happened.

His wife was belonging to me now, and his arse would be 
getting a regular reaming by Craig and whoever he 
wanted to lend it to.

His life of using others was over, as of now, and from 
now on, he would be used.

I left to join Tracy in the shower, Craig would clean 
up the others, and I figured he would be taking them 
down to the gay bar to raise a little spending money. 
He often rented out men there, poor sods who he was 
teaching a lesson to for some reason or other.

He rented their bodies, used them as male whores.

Michael would have a long, long night ahead of him; the 
janitor, Craig and the devil would be the only ones who 
would know.

I opened the bathroom door and was greeted by the scent 
of shampoo, and woman, and the sight of Tracy naked. I 
dropped my clothes, and joined her. 

As I did, I remembered, I still had Michelle on my bed.

I never was one to question a good thing, just enjoy 
it.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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