Is Trish just unlucky or is she a born victim? We first meet Trish as a young stay at home wife who’s husband is presented with a demand from one of the executives that has him trembling in his shoes!
Trish’s Life
Is Trish just unlucky or is she a born victim? We first meet Trish as a young stay at home wife who’s husband is presented with a demand from one of the executives that has him trembling in his shoes!
Dinner with the Boss
"Harold Simmons?" asked the secretary.
"Yes," answered Harold.
"Mr. Grant would like to see you in his office. Please follow me."
"Mr. Grant? Why me? What did I do?" babbled Harold.
"Just follow me please," the secretary told him. Harold got up and stumbled behind the secretary. She was definitely 69th floor. He had never really seen one before, but he had heard rumors about them. Secretaries that could double for supermodels. They wore short skirts, skin tight shirts and high heel pumps. Harold followed her into the executive elevator. It was his first time inside it after working here for six years. He was scared shitless. Mr. Grant was VP of human resources and known as "the reaper" at the water cooler. Harold starred at the secretary as the elevator rose. He could now see that she wore no bra beneath her tight fitting top. Her nipples, poking through, also appeared to be pierced.
"See anything you like?" she asked.
Harold quickly starred at the floor. "Sorry. I'm just nervous." The elevator hit the 69th floor and the doors opened. Out walked the secretary and Harold followed her. She showed him into a large office and told him to sit down in the chair opposite the desk.
"Mr. Grant will be right with you." Harold sat waiting for about five minutes when Mr. Grant came in, he was tall, handsome, black, about 50, and dressed in a very smart blue suit.
"Mr. Simmons, I won't waste your time. Could you please tell me who this is?" Mr. Grant held up a picture of a woman.
"Why, it's my wife sir. That picture was on my desk. I didn't even know it was missing."
"This is a copy. Does she work?" asked Mr. Grant.
"No sir."
"Then it would be a shame if you lost your job, wouldn't it Harold? Now before you start groveling, let me say you are hanging by a thread. I am coming over to your house for dinner tonight. If I can find no reasonable cause to excuse your mediocre performance in the workplace, I will be forced to let you go. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir. Thank you for the second chance sir."
"And Simmons? Please make sure your wife dresses nicely. I'll be there at six." Harold scrambled out of the office and rode the elevator down to the 8th floor where his office was. He called home to his wife and explained the situation. Trish said she would try to make something special for dinner. Just before he hung up he asked his wife to wear her short black dress. She was about to question him about it, but the line went dead.
Harold was trying to think it through. Why would Mr. Grant have a picture of his wife? Harold had married Trish two years ago. They were home town sweet hearts. She was three years younger than him at 23. Harold worried about it all day and all the way home, until six o'clock.
At six, the doorbell rang. Harold answered it and welcomed Mr. Grant inside. "Yes, yes, Simmons. Where is your wife?"
"She's just finishing up in the kitchen sir. Right this way." Harold led Mr. Grant to the kitchen. "Mr. Grant, this is my wife Trish." Mr. Grant took a good long look at Trish and nodded in approval.
"Very nice. You could be 69th floor material with a little work." He put his hand on her back and ran it down to the bottom of her short black dress, then put his hand up her dress and felt her panties. "Cotton. I knew it." Trish looked startled towards Harold. Harold didn't know what to do. He couldn't lose his job. He didn't say anything and simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Harold, go fix your wife and I a drink," Mr. Grant told Harold. Harold left for the den to make some drinks. "Do you know why I'm here?" Mr. Grant asked Trish.
"For dinner?" asked Trish meekly.
"Fuck dinner. If you want your husband to keep his job, you had better just do what you're told tonight. Understand bitch?" With his last word he gave her long blond hair a sharp tug.
"Yes," whispered Trish.
Harold came back into the room carrying drinks. "Harold, finish cooking dinner. Your wife is going to give me a tour of the house."
"Yes sir," said Harold as his wife and Mr. Grant left the kitchen.
"Let's start upstairs. You first," said Mr. Grant. Trish led him up the stairs. As they climbed Trish felt Mr. Grant's hands groping her ass. "You've got a great ass bitch. We're going to have some great times."
Trish began to sob as she reached the top of the stairs. Mr. Grant walked past her and into one of the rooms. "The bedroom I see. Come in here bitch." Trish followed him into the room. "Now, I like your dress; it's very slutty. But you need to lose the underwear and the bra. Take them off now."
Trish whimpered as she pulled down her panties and then she nimbly slipped out of her bra. "That's better cunt. Now I can see and feel your nipples through the dress." He groped her tits through the dress.
"Let's see your slit. Pull your dress up to your waist bitch," he told her. Trish pulled up her dress to expose herself. "Oh, fuck. Look at the bush. We need to fix this right now. Come in here bitch." He led her into the ensuite. Mr. Grant found Harold's razor and shaving cream on the counter and said, "Here. Shave that thing right now."
Trish pleaded with her eyes, but Mr. Grant told her to quit stalling. Trish ran some warm water and soaked her bush with it using a sponge. Then she lathered in some shaving cream and began shaving. It got easier as she went, but it was terribly embarrassing with Mr. Grant watching her. Surprisingly, she found herself aroused at the site of her shaved cunt. She tried to remind herself what a degrading experience this was.
Mr. Grant began running his hands over her cunt as she stood in front of the mirror. "Doesn't that feel nice, bitch? Watch me pull you open," he said prying the lips of her cunt apart with both hands. She watch as he lewdly pulled her open. She found her arousal only increasing and her moans betrayed her. "Well, well. The cunt really does want it." He slipped two fingers into her wet slit.
"Oh god... Don't, this is wrong... Please stop," moaned Trish.
"You're pretty tight bitch. That husband of yours must have the world's smallest dick. Tell me what you think of this one," said Mr. Grant as he pulled out his cock to show her. Trish nearly fainted at the site of it. It was huge, and it was still growing. Trish guessed it was about fourteen inches long and as thick as the large end of a beer bottle. This made it about three times the length and twice as thick as Harold's.
"Oh my god! That can't be real, that's too big. Look at it!" was all Trish could say. She seemed hypnotized by it and couldn't take her eyes away.
"That's right bitch. Fifteen inches of solid cock, all real. And you're the lucky cunt that is going to get ploughed with it tonight," Mr. Grant told her.
"Oh no, I couldn't! Harold would never forgive me. I just couldn't fuck your big cock," Trish breathed heavily. As she stared at it, Mr. Grant brought his enormous dick up close to her face. Trish put a hand on it and could feel it throbbing. "It's so big... It's such a beautiful cock... Harold's is so small... Maybe I could just have a quick suck..." And she found herself cramming the head of the cock into her mouth.
"That's it bitch. Get a little taste of what's going to fuck your cunt," grunted Mr. Grant. But it was all Trish could do to get the first three inches inside her mouth; it was just too big. "Here let me help you," said Mr. Grant. He held the back of her head as he thrust his cock into her face repeatedly. At first Trish bean to gag and then she had trouble breathing. She began to feel light headed and thought she might pass out, but she suddenly realized that relaxing her throat and jaw muscles allowed the hue dick much freer access to penetrate her mouth. Soon, she had received about twelve of Mr. Grant's fifteen inches inside her. Mr. Grant continued to pound her face as she tried to let the cock slide further down her throat. She was just getting the last inch thrust into her when she heard Harold's voice from downstairs.
"Dinner's ready," he called.
Mr. Grant pulled his dick out of her face. "Looks like that shrimp dicked husband of yours would like to see us downstairs. What do you think we should do bitch?"
"I want to suck your big cock," moaned Trish.
"Yes my dear, there will be plenty of time for that. But let's go down to see poor Harold." Mr. Grant fastened his pants and turned to leave the room. Trish straightened her dress and followed. Downstairs, Harold had put dinner on the table. He had put the three place settings on three sides of the table. "Your wife afforded me a most accommodating tour, Harold."
"I'm glad you liked it sir. It's just a small house, nothing really special." Harold sat down across the table from Mr. Grant. Trish sat at the side of the table between the two men.
"Let's eat. Your wife was just telling me how hungry she is. She is very pretty; you must have battled many suitors to claim her," said Mr. Grant. Trish blushed.
"Well, not really sir. We came from a small town and grew up together. I guess it just seemed natural for us to get married," Harold told him.
"Aren't you afraid a hottie like Trish will be hit on by other men now that you're in the big city? She might be tempted away from you," suggested Mr. Grant.
"No sir. I know Trish better than anyone and I trust her completely," Harold told him.
"That's great, Harold. Oh, Trish? I've dropped my napkin under the table could you please get it for me?" Mr. Grant asked.
"Yes sir," said Trish and dropped to her knees to find the napkin. She found it quickly and was about to get up and return it to Mr. Grant when she noticed that Mr. Grant had pulled his cock out of his pants and it was sitting on his chair between his legs. Trish slid over to it and quickly popped it in her mouth. She quickly began working it in, deeper and deeper.
"You have to watch it Harold. Many wives turn out to be sluts that will suck any big dick that's put in front of them," Mr. Grant told Harold as Trish continued to pump her head up and down on his cock. "I've seen it happen to our employees. Sometimes the sluts will do it right under their noses."
"Well, I think I'm pretty lucky to have Trish sir. She's pretty shy when it comes to sex, so she'd probable just run away from any of those big dicks. Where is she? Trish, did you find that napkin yet?" Harold looked under the table and saw his wife on her knees near Mr. Grant with the napkin in her hand. "Good girl, now give it back to Mr. Grant and finish your dinner."
Mr. Grant reached down to take the napkin from Trish with one hand, while he held her head on his cock with the other as he pumped his load of cum into her mouth. "Thank you Trish," he grunted. Trish swallowed everything, crawled out from under the table and got back into her seat.
"Trish, honey? You've got some of the cream sauce on your face, you might want to wipe it off," said Harold. Trish reached up and felt a sticky wad of cum on her chin. She scooped it with her finger and licked it off.
When everyone was finally done with their meals, Trish offered to clear the table. "It's really good that you trust you wife Harold," Mr. Grant told him. When Trish went out of the room he continued, "You must really satisfy her. Is she good in bed?"
Harold blushed and stammered "Yes, she's good."
"She must give great blow jobs. She really seems to have the lips for it," said Mr. Grant.
"Well, she's never actually done that, but she's very good at other things," Harold told him.
"How about ass fucking? I'll bet she cums like a banshee. Does she have a tight asshole? " asked Mr. Grant.
"Oh no, sir. We would never do anything like that. Trish is very satisfied with our sex life. I am absolutely positive I have nothing to fear," Harold said. "Why don't we go into the living room for coffee and dessert?"
In the living room, Mr. Grant sat in a lounge chair while Harold sat on the sofa. Trish brought in a tray of pie and coffee. "Trish, you must be telepathic, because I was just thinking about having some pie," said Mr. Grant. "I also just noticed how much you resemble my niece. When she was little, we used to have so much fun together. She would sit in my lap and get pony rides. Come here and sit in my lap Trish, I'll give you a pony ride, just like my niece."
Harold watched Trish eagerly sit in the lap of Mr. Grant. The old man sure was peculiar, but at least he seemed to be having a good time. All the questions about sex had certainly surprised him, but it was obvious Mr. Grant didn't understand the type of wholesome trusting relationship he and Trish had.
As soon as Trish was in his lap, Mr. Grant leaned back, pulled out his cock and lifted her up slightly to maneuver the head of it to the entrance of her cunt. All this was masked to Harold by Trish's body and the front of her dress which she carefully held down. Trish began to rock herself forward, trying to get the massive cock started up her cunt. Finally, with a forceful shove from Mr. Grant, the first four inches entered her wet pussy. "OH!" she gasped.
"What's the matter Trish? Are you okay?" asked Harold with some concern.
Trish continued rocking and working more and more of the cock up her. "Oh yes... I feel fantastic... I'm so full..." she said.
"Yes, it was a rather filling dinner," admitted Harold.
"Would the little girl like the pony to go a little faster?" asked Mr. Grant. Trish had worked in the entire length by this time.
"Oh yes... It feels like a horse... Faster, faster..." she bounced up and down on his lap. Harold thought it was all rather silly, but Trish was certainly humoring the old man by showing some enthusiasm. He would have to thank her later.
Trish felt like she was being fucked for the first time. It was incredible. She didn't care if Harold caught on. She probably wouldn't fuck him anymore anyway. She could feel her orgasm building. It would be the first orgasm she ever had during intercourse. Harold had never satisfied her.
"Full gallop, coming home," puffed Mr. Grant.
"Yeah... yes... yes... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... Here I cum... OH GOD, YES!" squealed Trish. Mr. Grant blew his hot sticky load up her as she came.
"Well, that sure looked fun," said Harold. "Can I interest anyone in more coffee?"
"Actually Harold, could you go make me some decaf?" asked Mr. Grant.
"Oh yes sir. I'll be right back," said Harold
As soon as he was out of the room, Trish lifted herself off of Mr. Grant. "Clean me off bitch," Mr. Grant told her and she dropped to knees to oblige. When she finished, he zipped up his pants. "Well cunt, my work here is almost done."
"Please, take me with you Mr. Grant," Trish begged. "I don't want to stay here with this wimp. You can fuck me with your big cock anytime you want."
"I will fuck you anytime I want, but you're not coming with me. I'll just drop in and fuck you whenever I feel like it. Or maybe I'll have you brought to my office to fuck me and some of my big, dicked staff," he told her.
"But I want more of your big cock now," she whispered.
"And you'll get it. I still have to fuck that tight virgin asshole of yours before I leave tonight," he said.
"Oh my god! You can't be serious! That thing will never fit. Please don't make me do that," Trish begged.
"Shut up cunt," Mr. Grant told her.
"Ouch!" said Trish, pulling back from her coffee mug. "Damn, I got a splinter from that cheap coaster. It's a good thing there's no blood or Harold would probably faint."
"Really?" asked Mr. Grant. He got up and ran into the kitchen. "Harold! Your wife got a huge splinter in her hand and its bleeding. Do you have a needle I can use to get it out?"
"Oh my! Here you go," said Harold, passing Mr. Grant a large needle from a drawer. "Use the bathroom sink!" he called after Mr. Grant.
Mr. Grant went back into the living room and grabbed Trish, pulled her into the bathroom, and closed the door. "Bend over the sink bitch," he told her. She took a deep breath and did as he asked. Mr. Grant pulled up the back of her dress, pulled out his hardening cock and guided the head to her asshole. He applied some light pressure. "Tell me what you want bitch."
"Uh... I want your cock... I want that big cock up my ass... Fuck my ass..." she told him. He began applying real pressure. "OH GOD! IT HURTS! OH FUCK!! STOP! YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she screamed.
"Trish! Are you okay?" Harold's voice was outside the door.
"There's a lot of blood Harold. Come in and see, the door's not locked," Mr. Grant told him.
"Oh my god! Blood? Maybe you better take care of it Mr. Grant. I'm not too good with blood," said Harold. "Take good care of her."
"I'll do my best Harold. Stay close, I might need your help," Mr. Grant told him as gave another hard thrust. The head of his dick popped into her asshole.
"NOOO! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! IT'S TOO BIG!" wailed Trish. She buried her face in her hands and began whimpering. Mr. Grant continued to work his cock further in with repeated entry and exit to and from her ass. He had worked about five inches in when Trish began slowly pushing back. "It's so big... Fuck, it hurts... That's it..." she started moaning.
"Is it out?" Harold called.
"No Harold. I'm just getting inside. She's bleeding quite badly, but I think the worst of the pain is over," Mr. Grant told him. With Trish's help he had now buried ten inches of cock in her ass. Mr. Grant suddenly pulled out and sat down on the toilet. "Sit here," he told her, indicating his cock.
Facing Mr. Grant, Trish pulled her ass cheeks apart as she guided her asshole onto the massive prick. "Ohhh! Fuck! It's really big Mr. Grant! Let me do it," she said as she began to bounce up and down on his pole. Three minutes later, Trish was grinding her asshole on the hilt of Mr. Grant's cock. "Oh god! I can't believe how far it's in there! Look at it, it's covered in blood. It ripped me open," she panted.
Mr. Grant was breathing heavily too, "I'm almost there, jiggle it for me... Oh, yeah... There it is...Uh!" Trish felt his warm cum shoot up he ass.
"Are you done? Did you get it?" asked Harold through the door.
"Yes, we got it. We just have to clean up," said Mr. Grant guiding Trish's face to his cock which was coated in blood, shit and cum. She took it into her mouth and swallowed everything. Mr. Grant refastened his pants and Trish fixed her skirt. "All done Harold."
Harold opened the door and rushed in. "Are you alright sweetie?" he asked Trish. She held up a band-aid on her finger.
"Well Simmons, I have to be going. Rest assured your job is safe for the time being. You can thank your wife for that," he told him. He went to the door and put on his shoes and coat. "Trish, the pleasure was all mine," and he gave her kiss and he thrust his tongue in her mouth. When he was done he left.
Harold closed the door. "Sorry about that honey. He's a bit of a weirdo. He seemed to have sex on his mind tonight. Thank you for saving my job. You really humored the old guy."
"Anytime," she told him.
"I don't know what it is. For some reason, I'm really turned on tonight. Maybe we could light a candle and put on some romantic music tonight," Harold suggested.
"Not tonight dear. I have a headache," she told him. And she went straight to bed.
Of course eventually Trish kicks her husband’s wimpy ass to the curb and divorces him. She then finds a job as an office assistant at a big corporation and works her way up to executive assistant.
Remarried she returns from her honeymoon to find that her husband has been laid off and she has been asked by one of the executives to be his personal assistant, however, the position involves duties that she had never anticipated! She is degraded and humiliated by her black employer who then gives her to a brothel catering to a mostly black clientele that prefers young white pussy.
Sitting behind his desk at the Home Office of Denton Electronics, Artie Gibson was on the phone to one of his buddies, telling him "Damm, this has got to be the fucking life! Kingpin and all the white pussy I want! Yeah, that new secretary here, Trish - she sure gets my balls churning! I wonder how receptive she’ll be going on our first out of town trip!"
Listening to his buddy express his disbelief to his good fortune, Artie added "She just got back from her honeymoon a couple weeks ago!" Then knocking could be heard at the door to his office. "Hey, that’s her! Talk to you later!" he advised and hung up the phone. "Come in!" he yelled out loud enough for her to hear.
Opening the door to Mr. Gibson’s office, Trish Garland nervously entered, closing the glass partitioned door behind her approached her boss’s desk. "You asked to see me, Mr. Gibson?" she asked.
"Yes, have a seat, Mrs. Garland!" came the reply. She then moved to sit in one of the two chairs facing his desk.
Artie took in the sight of the beautiful young newlywed, dressed in a forest green dress, and burnt orange scarf, his balls churning at the thought of getting between her sexy white legs. “Damn, just married and recently back from her honeymoon! Got this out-of-town trip set up especially for you, Mrs. Garland! Bet you’ve heard the rumors of what’s expected when you go out of town! What are you going to tell your loving husband, sweetie?” he mused.
"Well, I’ve ***********ed you to go with me to the Chicago meeting next Thursday and Friday! We’ll be staying overnight!" he advised the young beauty. Shocked and nervous, Trish Garland could not believe what she was hearing.
Shivering with fear, voice nearly cracking with nervousness, Trish stammered "But Mr. Gibson ............I just transferred here about a month ago! I ...........I’ve just gotten back from my honeymoon! Isn’t there someone else who ........who’s more qualified?"
Having recently heard rumors circulating about the office, Trish shuddered in fear as to what would be expected of her. Slowly getting up from behind his desk, Artie could feel the strain of his hardening cock pushing up against the front of his pants as he moved around to the front of the desk, knowing the lovely blonde would be eye level with his massive hardon. Sitting at the front of his desk, he advised
"Well, Mrs. Garland, you knew the promotion to the Home Office staff required you to travel away from home when needed! If you can’t make the trip, you’ll have to let me know by tomorrow morning and I’ll have you “replaced”! All right?"
Trying desperately to think, knowing full well that “replaced” would not just for the trip but permanently, Trish swallowed deeply as she looked at and fingered her sparkling diamond ring. "Okay ................th ..........thank you, Mr. Gibson!" she replied.
Trish nervously got up from the chair and made her way out of her boss’s office. Sitting atop his desk, Artie rubbed his crotch as he eyed the little tight ass of the lovely blonde beauty as she made her exit. “Ohhh, you sweet little bitch! Gonna have ya screaming when I stick it to ya!” he muttered to himself.
In the bathroom of her home, Trish was deep in thought, wondering loudly “How can I go on this trip with Mr. Gibson? I knew the job required the secretaries to be able to travel and thought that’s why the job paid so much! But from what I’ve learned from the others, it’s either put out for him or you’re out of a job!
With Tim losing his job due to cutbacks, what’ll happen to us if I lose my job? How can I let another man touch me other than Tim? We’ve been married less than a month and he’s a black man!”
On the morning of the scheduled business trip, Trish dressed nicely in a beige outfit with blue print and black heels. Closing her suitcase, she said to herself “Tim, I’m doing this for us! I can’t put any more stress on you by losing my job too!” In her suit case, Trish had armed herself with several bottles of potent douche, knowing her lecherous boss would give no consideration to using a protective condom to keep her from getting pregnant. In fact, rumor had it that the secretary currently out on pregnancy leave had been knocked up by Mr. Gibson.
Entering the hotel room, Trish entered first with Artie Gibson immediately behind her. "Well, we’ve got about an hour before the meeting!" Artie advised as he took off his coat.
Trish thought it would be a chance to escape into the bathroom, saying "I guess I had better change for the meeting!"
She shivered in regret when her boss advised "Yeah, that’s a good idea! Peel off your clothes and give me a nice little striptease, Mrs. Garland!" Shuddering in revulsion, Trish had hoped that she could put off the inevitable but now the time had obviously come. Fingering her diamond and wedding ring, she dreaded having her demented boss ogling her bare body.
Worst yet, Trish knew he would not be satisfied by just looking, knowing that she would soon be allowing another man to touch her just a month after her marriage. Artie merely sat back on the sofa, seeing the lovely young wife going through the mental torment of deciding if she could actually go through with it.
He knew that once she had committed herself to accompanying him on the trip, she would be all his but he wanted to make her squirm. He smiled as he saw her hands go up to undo the top of her outfit, button after button to finally bare her soft sexy body, in matching lavender bra and panties, Artie couldn’t believe how stacked she was for such a tiny little beauty, big boobies always hidden from view by the outfits she wore.
Artie’s cock throbbed as he couldn’t wait to sample this sweet innocent little morsel. "Take off that top for me, Mrs. Garland!" he ordered, anxiously wanting to see the lavender bra removed from her swaying titties. Watching intently as one shoulder strap was drawn down, followed by the other, Artie smirked and taunted the beauty upon seeing her pink nipples come into view. "Hmmm, nice, Mrs. Garland! A newlywed, huh? And now you’re about to take your panties off for another man! How long have you been with the firm, Mrs. Garland?"
He saw the young wife blink back the tears as she responded. "I’ve been with the firm for just over six months! I ............I just got back from my honeymoon two weeks ago!"
Artie smirked as the young wife crossed her arms, trying to hide her bared breasts, enjoying the agony she was going through. Artie then added to her agony, asking "Does your husband know what’s required of you on these trips?" His cock twitched as he saw her shiver in revulsion.
She shook her head and softly replied "No!" She was such a sexy little beauty and Artie wished that her young newlywed husband were there to see her disrobe for another man.
"Take off your panties for me, Mrs. Garland!" Artie ordered. Sitting back he watched her hesitate, appearing as if to be making that ultimate decision as to whether or not she could go through with it. Finally, her arms came down, baring her milky white breasts and large pink nipples.
Then, her fingers slowly were inserted into the waistband of her lavender panties, easing the lacy garment down over her trim hips. Trish stared at her leering boss, sitting back on the sofa with his legs widely spread and his left hand rubbing the thick bulge in the crotch of his pants. She wished she dared kick him with her heel as hard as she could, right where it’d hurt him most, but that was just wishful thinking. Trish knew she dared not do anything that would cost her dearly.
"Come here, Mrs. Garland!" came the next order. The way her boss’s legs were spread, she stepped between them and instinctively knelt on her knees. "Play with me, Mrs. Garland!" her boss ordered. Swallowing in fear, Trish let moved her hands forward onto the large lump in his pant leg. Touching the bulge, Trish realized just how much bigger he was in comparison to her husband. This man was much more well-endowed in the manhood department, much thicker and longer than what her husband possessed.
Indeed, the power that Artie wielded through his job made him feel like the king of the world. Here was this beautiful young newlywed, recently back from her honeymoon, baring her charms and kneeling before him. "Mmmmm!" he moaned, enjoying the touch of her soft hand upon his pants. Eager to get the show on the road, he began unbuckling his belt as he ordered "Take it out for me, Mrs. Garland!"
Then, as her tiny hand fished out his lengthy black cock, Artie moaned "Ohhhh, yeahhhhh!" Artie smiled as she instinctively began to move her hand up and down his ever-growing cock. With her left hand on his cock, it was so damned exciting seeing the sparkling diamond and wedding ring that signified her belonging to some young punk.
The look of disgust on her pretty face made this jerking that much sweeter! "Put it in your mouth, Mrs. Garland! Suck me!" Artie ordered.
To his delight, Artie saw her cringe in disgust and stammer "I .............I’ve never done that before!"
"It’s time for you to learn something new, Mrs. Garland!" he chuckled. She was so beautiful, his throbbing cock held in her fist, he was tempted to let it cut loose right then, creaming her lovely face. Trish shuddered in disgust, wondering how any man could want her to perform such a depraved act.
Her stomach churned and she thought “It’d serve him right if I threw up on him right now!” The cock in her hand felt hot, its throbbing length so much more powerful that her husband’s. Resigning herself to her fate, Trish bent her head forward, sticking her tongue out to let it touch the thick cockhead.
"Put it in your mouth!" Artie ordered again relishing the disgusted look on her beautiful face as the young wife lowered her head to take his cock into her month.
"Ohhhhhhh! Yeah! Suck it!" Then, with his cock embedded in her sucking mouth, Artie taunted her "Oh, ya got a cock in yer mouth, Mrs. Garland! Yeah, suck it! Oh, baby, so good!" Artie was ready to explode
Seeing her shudder as she sucked on his cock, Artie knew that she was about to lose it and watched as she withdrew her mouth from his cock. She gasped for breath with that disgusted look on her pretty face, a drool of his thick precum and her saliva spilling over her pink lips. She caught her breath for a moment, then turned her head away, but Artie grasped her at the back of her hand and pulled her back to continuing her task.
"Hmmmm, yeah! Oh, suck it, baby! Shitttttt!" he groaned as he fucked his cock into her mouth. "Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Suck it, sweetie!" Artie crooned as the young woman went down on him. Then she pulled away once again, more of the mixture of his slick juices and her saliva spilling over her lips.
This time he pulled her quickly back on his cock, not giving her any time to recuperate, needing desperately to give the young beauty her first load of cum in her mouth. Holding her head firmly, Artie was not about to let her take her mouth off again, afraid that he might just end up spewing his hot load into the empty air.
"Ohhhh, baby, yeah! Suck it! Suck it, baby! Ahhhhhh, gonna cum! Gonna cum in your sweet mouth!" he groaned. As the sucking continued, Artie leaned back from the exquisite feel of her virgin mouth upon his cock.
When her head was finally released a bit, Trish lifted her head up to protest "But Mr. Gibson .................!" Her protest was cut short as her boss immediately grasped her by the back of her head and again forced her to continue the degrading act. "Mmmmmffff, mmmfffffff ...............!" was all that could be heard of her protest.
Trish could only shudder as she heard her boss’s voice from above "Ohhh, yeah! Suck it! Slobber all over my cock!"
“Oh, my God! He’s actually going to cum in my mouth!” Trish realized.
With her boss’s hand behind her head, she told herself that she was being forced to perform this depraved deed. But at the same time in her mind she was amazed the effect a woman’s mouth and lips had on a man and wondered if she would get the same response from her loving husband. How long would his staying power be if she sucked him like this, what would it feel like to have her mouth flooded with a man’s cum, what would it taste like.
Engrossed with the task being forced upon her, wondering what it feel like to have an man’s cock explode in her mouth, Trish did not realize that he had again removed his hand from behind her head. So deep in thought, she was actually performing this vile deed on her own. Then she felt the thick cockhead expand even further in her mouth and her boss groan loudly "Awww, gonna cum! Gonna cum! Awwww! Ahhhhhhhhh!"
Then the thick cock in her mouth did in fact explode, a hot gush of slimy spunk bringing her back to reality. Her attempt to lift her head off the thick cock had been anticipated and her boss held her head, "Swallow it, Mrs. Garland!."
Afraid to disobey, Trish swallowed a mouthful and her body shuddered in revulsion as the thick cum began slithering down into her belly. Unable to swallow any more of the gooey fluid, afraid she would throw up, Trish put her palm under her mouth so she could spit out the distasteful fluid. Body shuddering, face cringing in disgust, it seemed as if the spurting in her mouth would never end. Spurt after spurt of the thick fluid filled her mouth to the brim.
Lifting her lips off the thick cockhead, mouth full of cum, Trish had an odd feeling come over her. The feeling of immense power over a man with just her lips as she sucked the oozing cock back into her mouth. Still, she could not swallow any more of the horribly sticky cum, letting it drool onto her palm before mouthing her boss once again.
It was unbelievable that her mere lips and tongue could have this large man moaning and groaning, hearing him "Aahhh ..............ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Then her head was lifted up and her boss kissed her cum covered lips, telling her "We’ll finish this after the meeting! Better get dressed now as we ain”t got much time!"
Over the next few hours, as she sat in the meeting, Trish barely made out what was going on much less take any notes as she was supposed to. Her stomach was queasy from the mouthful of cum that had slithered down into her belly, worse was the horrible taste that remained in her mouth, the awful taste of cum. Mr. Gibson had not allowed her to even wash her mouth out before attending the meeting. Running her tongue about, Trish shuddered at the feel of the vile slimy film coating her mouth.
Following the meeting, an open-bar was held in the cocktail lounge for the group, making Trish thankful that it served to delay the inevitable. Upon their return to the hotel room, Trish nervously entered followed by her boss still drinking the beer he had brought up from the lounge. Dressed in a long black skirt, white top with spaghetti straps and a light white jacket, Trish dreaded what she knew was inevitable. She had already performed the grotesque act of sucking Mr. Gibson cock till it exploded in her mouth, now she would be allowing another man to possess her body that she had so recently pledged to her loving husband.
"Sit down, Mrs. Garland!" Artie told the nervous young woman, patting the bed next to him. He loved the way her ivory white complexion blushed to its pink state, enjoying the taunting torment that he was inflicting on her. Sipping on his beer, he reached over to caress her back, then with his free hand began pulling the jacket off her shoulders.
"Now, let’s get back to where we left off!" he advised. Trish could see the effects of the numerous beers her boss had consumed after the meeting. She shuddered as his large black hand began groping her, grabbing, and squeezing her breasts as if he was looking to buy a ripe melon in the supermarket.
Mr. Gibson got the spaghetti straps of her white top down, pushing the garment down to reveal her black bra. Touching her skirt, he ordered her "Take your skirt off .........slowly!"
First, pushing her top down over her hips, she then began to unfasten the clasp holding her black skit. A moment later, she stood before her boss clad only in her black bra, panties, and heels. Trish shivered at the thought that she was about to breach the marriage vows that she had so recently given to her loving husband but told herself that she was doing it for his sake.
"Take off your bra, sweetie!" she heard her boss order. Complying, she bared her breasts once again. Embarrassed, crossing her arms to hide her breasts, Trish turned away and shuddered as Mr. Gibson then ran his hand over her panty covered crotch. Artie stood up from the bed, needing to ease the tightness in his pants. Unbuckling his pants, then unzipping, Artie freed his throbbing cock. "You like working for the company, don’t you, Mrs. Garland?" he tauntingly asked, enjoying her embarrassed look as his cock waved before her face.
"Not ............not this kind of business trip!" came Trish’s stammering response as she stared at the wavering cock. With her boss putting his hand behind her head and pulling her forward, she knew without being told that he was seeking more pleasure from her once unsoiled lips.
Opening her lips wide, she allowed the thick cock into her mouth and tongued the flaring head of it. Instinctively, her tongue pushed itself up against his flaring cockhead and teased his pisshole. "Ohhh, baby! Ohhhhhhh!" Artie moaned from the young wife’s sucking.
He loved her humiliated look, knowing that he was degrading the innocent beauty by having her again performing such a task, one that she had never done for her husband. "Ahhhhh, yeahhhh! Suck it, Mrs. Garland! Practice yer cocksucking for your husband!" The young wife’s lips felt so good that Artie was tempted once again shoot his load into her mouth and beautiful face. Sucking in his breath, determined to hold his load, Artie managed to save himself for some freshly married pussy.
Getting her succulent mouth off his throbbing cock, Artie had her lie back onto the bed as he got into position to “ruin” her. Rubbing his fingers up her juicy slit, he shuffled up into position, rubbing his cock up against her tight slit. Pushing his cockhead between her tight pussylips, he heard her groan with pain, which only made him push even harder. Artie couldn’t believe how tight she was, feeling more like a virgin than a married woman, heer husband must not have had much of a cock..
Feeling the gripping cunt muscles around him, he groaned "Ohhhhh, baby! You’re so fucking tight! When was the last time your husband fucked you, baby?" Trish was regretting her decision to give in to his demands, his cock was so much bigger than her husband’s and it felt as if it was tearing her in two.
"Oh, please ...............stop! Oh, please .................it’s been two weeks since my husband and I made love! My ................my husband’s been to stressed from losing his job!"
Gritting her teeth from the pain, Trish couldn’t go through with it, she couldn’t let another man possess her. "Please .................stop! Stoppppppppppp!" she moaned loudly as her boss skewered her with his thick prong.
"Ohhhhh ...................ohhhhhhhhh!" Trish moaned as the big black bone was pushed deeper and deeper into her, stretching her as never before. She wondered how she would be able to explain why it would no longer difficult for her husband to penetrate her after being stretched in such a manner.
"Oh, stop .................please, stop ..........it’s too ................too biggggggggg!" she groaned, but there was no stopping as he lunged into her, burying his cock deep into her cunt. The pain eased as he partly withdrew but it was only a temporarily relief as he plunged thick cock back into her. Trying not to show any emotion, Trish gritted her teeth and desperately tried to steel herself from any feelings.
But as much as she tried, the thick cock slicing through her sensitive pussylips had her shivering, in pleasure. Never had her husband lasted this long, the cock slicing between her thighs was driving her out of her mind. Bent in two with her ankles on her boss’s shoulders, Trish unconsciously began squeezing her agitated pussy around the pleasure giving cock.
He moved up further, releasing her legs and Trish’s body betrayed her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Oh, Goddddd ................ohhhh ............so good ...............so gooddddddd!” she shivered, not believing how incredible it felt to be fucked by such a big cock. Wrapping her arms and legs around his large body, she arched up to get the full length of his cock into her. "Oh, yes ..................it feels so good!" she moaned loudly. "Oh, yes ..................so good! So good .....................it feels so good!"
Trish panted as her boss fed every inch of his thick cock into her aching pussy. “Ohhh, this is what it’s like to really be fucked!” she realized. "So good .....................it feels so good! Ohhh .................so good!" she shivered, humping back onto the thick prong.
"Oh, baby ...............so tight! So fuck”n tight!" Artie moaned as he stuck it to the innocent young wife, wishing her husband could see his newlywed bride right now, just weeks after celebrating their honeymoon. He loved the way she clutched at him, arching up to meet his thrusts, knowing she never forget this fuck.
"Ohhhhhh ....................ohhhhhhhhhhhhh .........................so gooddddddddd!" Trish shuddered as the orgasm of orgasms shook her young body. Never had lovemaking with her husband been as fantastic as this fuck session with her boss. Then the pleasure-giving shaft expanded in her and exploded its hot burning load, causing her body to convulse in yet another orgasm.
Then reality hit her, remorse setting in as her taunting boss gloated "Married only weeks and you’re already taking another man’s cum, Mrs. Garland!" With the young wife turning her face away from him, Artie smirked as he knew that she was now plagued with remorse at what had just taken place. Placing his hand upon her creamy white ass, he felt her body shudder in revulsion, which only served to give him even more pleasure.
Caressing her smooth ass, Artie wanted to humiliate the young wife even more as he splayed her thighs apart, taunting "Let’s see some of that hot spunk I shot in ya!" He laughed as embarrassed she tried to close her legs, but her clenching muscles caused a flow of cum to ooze out of her well-fucked slit.
Thinking that she now had been totally debased and soiled, Trish did not understand why Mr. Gibson was, positioning her onto all fours. Then she felt his fingers prying her ass cheeks apart.
“No ..............no .............he .............he can’t be that depraved!” she told herself. "Please .................please .............what ...........what are you doing?" she pleaded and flinched in pain from the physical answer that she got as Mr. Gibson roughly shoved a finger brutally into her asshole.
"Oh, baby ............you got a tight little ass! Soft and tight little ass! Oh .........beautiful!" Artie muttered as he shuffled up into position behind her.
"Please ..........please don’t! I ............I’ve never had it there before!" he heard the panicky voice of the young wife. Cock throbbing in anticipation, he readied himself to sodomize her.
"You’ve got to learn sometime, baby!" Shivering with fear, Trish sobbed and pleaded
"Please ..............please, Mr. Gibson! Please .....................please don’t .................please!" Steeling herself to the dreadful penetration, she shuddered as the thick cockhead was forced into her virgin ass.
"Owwww ................ohhhhhhh, stop! Owwww ...............stop please! Ahhhh ...........ahhhhhh .............ahhhhh ...........ow ......ahhhhhhhh!" It was a thrilling fuck for Artie, nailing this beautiful young bitch, first teaching her how to suck cock and now claiming her virgin ass. He knew that he was hurting her, especially the way she was sobbing and moaning, along with the way her taunt body fought to resist his penetration.
Withdrawing a little, he then began to ram his destructive cock further into the resisting asshole. Arite felt her body tense in response as she clenched her thigh muscles together, then heard a loud blurping sound from between their bodies. Withdrawing a bit to look down between their bodies, he smirked as he observed the large blob of cum that had suddenly overflowed from her flooded pussy.
“Fantastic ...................fuck”n fantastic!” he muttered to himself as he continued to ravage her cherry white ass. Her pleas for to stop, coupled by her whimpering in pain, had Artie beside himself as he fucked faster and faster into her ravaged rectum. "Oh, baby .......................you’re going to be employee of the month for this!" he gloated.
"No ............no ............I don’t want it!" came the plea as she begged him to stop.
"Baby ..............gonna cum .................gonna cum in your sweet white ass! Ohhhhhhhhhhh .....................this is your belated wedding gift, Mrs. Garland!" Artie slammed into her tight ass and flooded her with a hot balm.
Lying on her side, totally ashamed of herself sniffling in shame, Trish thought of her loving husband and wondered if all of this sacrifice had been worth keeping her job. She wondered if her horrid boss would ever be satisfied as she now felt his fingers delving into her ravaged cunt lips. Sticking his left index finger into her pussy, he scooped out a thick glob of cum and smiled knowing so much more remained up in her fertile womb. Artie then leaned over and added insult to injury telling her "Mrs. Garland, when you go home, be sure to give your husband a nice juicy kiss!" Then rubbed the blob of cum onto her pink lips.
Of course the abuse didn’t stop then. Trish had to sleep with him and woke in the middle of the night to his fucking her again. In the morning she had to give him a blowjob and the rest of the weekend went the same way. Trish arrived back home with both a sore pussy and asshole.
A few days, after returning from the trip, Trish was called into Artie’s office, told to shut the door, get on her knees and suck his cock, which became a regular occurrence. Occasionally Artie would demand she bend over his desk so he could fuck her from behind, demands that Trish was too afraid to refuse after the weekend in Chicago.
Trish sort of became complacent about being fucked over Artie’s desk until the day while she was still bent over the desk, he asked her which dick she preferred, the one that was inside her or her husbands. Still with her eyes closed, she said that her husband’s cock didn’t satisfy her anymore, that it was too small.
“Open your eyes Trish!” She did so to see Artie’s dick in front of her face, but there was still a dick in her cunt. Looking behind her Trish saw another black man, his cock impaling her cunt. She broke down sobbing in humiliation, she had been tricked into letting yet another black man fuck her.
After that, Artie regularly invited one of his friends to come to his office and had Trish suck both of them off or let both of them fuck her bent over the desk. Eventually, Trish became pregnant and when the time came went on maternity leave.
The baby, when it was born, was black. Shocked, her husband demanded to know how this could have happened. Trish confessed it all, how Artie had seduced her on the trip to Chicago then continued to demand sexual favors at the office, including letting his black friends fuck her. That there was no way of knowing which of the many black cocks that had penetrated her pussy was the one that had impregnated her.
Her husband reacted to the sordid revelations by leaving her, though not before informing her parents who disowned her. Trish gave up the baby for adoption and at the end of her maternity leave went back to her former company, only to find out that she had been replaced by a younger blond with bigger tits. In fact she walked in on Artie while her replacement was sucking his cock!
Left alone and penniless a desperate, Trish begged Artie for help, she had no husband, no money, her family had disowned her and she was being evicted. She would do anything, suck his cock, fuck his friends, anything! “Anything? Yes anything!”
Artie told her to wait while he made a phone call. After a time a large black man arrived and Trish was told to go with him, that he would take her to a place she could stay and there would be a job for her there. The man took Trish to a large house in an older part of town where he introduced her to an older woman he called Madam Xenia.
She was shown to a room that had a double bed, a wardrobe and a bidet and told that this would be hers. The large black man then told Trish to take off her clothes and get on the bed, resignedly she did as she was told. The man, who’s name she did not know then proceeded to fuck her while the madam watched.
When he was done with her, the madam told Trish to clean herself in the bidet then put on a flimsy robe that was hanging in the wardrobe. She then informed Trish that this was a brothel that catered to a mostly black clientele that liked white pussy, and that she was the brothels newest whore. Her room and board would come out of her earnings, she was expected to take on anyone who wanted to fuck her and as “fresh meat” she could expect to be very popular. The madam then escorted Trish to the lounge where the whores waited for clients to choose them.
Trish did find herself very popular and it was not long before she was back in her room with a black stranger between her legs, his cock plunging in and out of her cunt, the first of the many cocks she would take in her new career as a prostitute.