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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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WARNING. contains homophobic and well as gay content.
I was sick of my fucking wife.With her Karen Millen dress, Prada bag,and and her plastic tits.O.K. they werent plastic, but they werent real either.Real nice though,lol.Everybody stared at them.My friends,her friends,even that gay little prick that came once a month to give her a massage.Well.I left him a little prezzie.I was on my way out the door for a round of golf, but paused long enough to fuck her up the ass.(see separate story,"massage with extras").He can have my jizz for lunch,the little faggot.I hate queers.Anyway.Time for golf.Golf my hole.I was going to play around all right.With my tasty secretary Svetlana.Yummy yummy.She was a tasty little east european chick that started in my restaurant a few months back.She was fucking gorgeous.Tall,slim,with great tits.Not as nice as my wifes,but...she could fuck.I seen her fuck.She was cock mad.Her boyfriend worked for me first.Until I came back and found them screwing in the storeroom.I had wanked off watching them.Watched as she took his long skinny cock in her mouth.Watched as he took her doggy style.It was classic.She opened her eyes and saw me.My cock in my hand.I put my finger to my mouth to tell her to keep quiet.She gasped."Oh god,oh my god she cried out"."Yes Svetlana,you like that, yes ?", her idiot boyfriend asked.He took his cock out,Im not sure if it was in her wet pussy,or her tight ass.Then he fired his load over her skinny little ass.The next day,I fired his ass,lol.I fired her too.But she cried and pleaded with me.They were already struggling to pay the rent,and were on the verge of being evicted.Im not surprised they were low on cash.I was paying them below the minimum wage.Fuck them.Over here taking our jobs.She said she would do anything to keep her job.And she was telling the truth.We came to a little ...arrangement.So here we were.In the back room where I checked and counted the takings.The weeks takings were still there.I would take it home,after i had taken her.The little tramp.I had parked my Audii TT around the back out of sight.After a while I saw heard her crappy 10 year old micra pull up out front.Bitch.I told her to park out the back.Well.I was going to make her pay for that mistake.I didnt know if she had got her ass fucked before,but she was gonna get it fucked tonight. I wondered what my cunt of a wife was up to with her fag masseur.Did I mention I hate queers?. Anyway.In walked Svetlana.Christ she looked hot.Low top,short skirt,and high heels.Yummy yummy.Tonight was gonna be fun."Strip", I said."But leave your high heels on"."No,tonight,I am the boss",she said.She ordered me to strip.I did.My cock was rock hard in anticipation.I stood there as she took control.She ordered me to bend over the table where my takings were stacked in neat piles.Just over ten grand.I might throw her a twenty for petrol if she was as good as I hoped.I heard her open her handbag.A knock off prada bag.I laughed.It looked like my wifes.Only cheap,poorly made.She slapped my ass hard.No laughing she said.You are a bad man,must be punished.I laughed again.Then she took a pair of handcuffs out of her bag.I stopped laughing,and felt my cock get even harder.This was going to be even better than I hoped.The kinky bitch.I let her restrain me,and wondered what she might do.I didnt mind if she hurt me a little.She was gonna get the pain back many times over."Gonna fuck your ass bitch",I said.Mistake.Big mistake.I hadnt heard the door open.But when some one roughly forced some kind of gimp mask on me,covering my mouth.I knew it wasnt Sweets.Her boyfriend walked around into my line of vision.Oh god.This was not going to end well."Hello boss",he said.I tried to scream,to shout,but couldnt."Someone IS going to get it up the ass boss,but not my Svetlana", he said,and released his cock from his trousers.What the fuck.This couldnt be happening.I looked at Sweets.She was picking up my money and shoving it in her poxy bag.No...no no no.He disappeared behind me.I could hear him take his clothes off.what ? What the ...?. No. This was some kind of wind up.Svetlana walked over to me,and caressed my cheek,like a lover.So gentle.Then she hit me.With her fist.Hard.Very fucking hard.I could feel blood coming from my nose.She walked over to the door and blew a kiss.At me? Him ? "I will wait in the car," she said,and left.I heard him whistling behind me.A familiar tune."You think that hurt..BOSS, he said.Then, I felt a pain like I had never felt before,as he pushed his cock in my ass.I screamed.Or I would have,if I hadnt got my mouth stuffed with his gimp mask.This couldnt be happening.He couldnt get his cock in far.My ass had clenched up.I heard him spit on his hands,then he lubed his cock.Still whistling.Still whistling.Then more pain.And more pain.And humiliation.If I got out of this, I knew I wouldnt be reporting it to the police.I couldnt.Then I recognised the tune.From that Tarantino film I hated where some dickhead cut off a cops ear."Stuck in the middle with you"."I jumped as he started singing.His cock sliding in and out of my ass now.I was like some sorta queer.I sobbed.And I heard the verse he was singing.I would hear it forever.If I ever made love to my sweet wife again,I knew,I just knew I could never fuck her ass again.I listened to his sweet voice as he sang,and as I sobbed.
Well you started out with nothing,
And you're proud that you're a self made man,
And your friends, they all come crawlin,
Slap you on the back and say,
Please.... Please.....
Hope you enjoyed my latest story,obviously completely fictional.
Love to hear comments in forum.
Thanks,Jack.x
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