married woman's honcho sexual harassment

For most of my married woman's animation and about of our family relationship, my wife Karen has had an undiagnosed medical stipulation that caused her to be promiscuous and to drink in intoxicant excessively, only adding to her promiscuousness. On days when her medical condition got bad she would say"yes"to any guy who asked for sex, when her condition got worsened she would end up at some sordid bar drinking way too much"ego medicating"and then throwing herself at the closest men, and when she drank even more she would go out and the men would take advantage of her, taking tour raping her limp unconscious body. Other multiplication on the good days when she was fully conscious, the men who knew her as a strumpet would approach her for sex only for her to refuse them but then wouldn't listen to her and screw her anyway. Below is the true story of how I found out that her boss was sexually abusing her. It's just one of many examples of what my wife has gone through. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed coercing her to recount me about it. This story was developed from the boilers suit description of what she told me and the details I could get from her, with me filling in the"missing"inside information based on what I know from fucking her.

I met my wife Karen 17 yr ago at work when she was 32. I had just started a new job and she was a saleswoman at the company. One day she walked into the way to talk to my coworker. The first thing that impressed me about her was her tits. While they were only"B's"her thinly frame and low cut tight calamitous lacy blouse with just a little bit of black lacy bra peeking out the top made them stand out. She had a dainty slim down shank, tenacious firm legs nicely exposed by her mid-short skirt, and was a marvelous dark brunette. What a fuck I though !

She stood there and talked to my coworker for about 20 minutes. The solid meter my eyes groped her tits, slid down her thin shank to her shapely thigh, onto her firm legs and back up again, looking away only when she would glint in my counselling. After she was done talking to my coworker she glanced at me, smiled and turned and walked out. My heart slid down her smooth back and thinly waist onto her blotto ass. For the by 20 minutes my eyes had stripped her and fucked her, my cock was so hard.

With a chortle my co-worker asked me if I though Karen was hot. I asked if I had been that obvious and he told me yes. He told me not to vex though since Karen had a reputation of being a slut and had already gone out with ( fucked ) all the useable men in the company and that she probably liked me checking her out.

A workweek later Karen and I had our first date ; dinner and a movie. She was working late so I picked her up after she was done. She was dressed in a low cut snowy blouse and a dead skirt. She had her blouse unbuttoned low ; showing nice cleavage and her white lacy bra was peeking out just a niggling. Her short wench showed off her tenacious smooth stage and tight ass. Dam she looked edible ! We pulled up to the restaurant and I opened the car threshold for her, she got out and immediately put her arm in mine as we walked into the eating house.

We began looking at the eating house menus and Karen told me that we didn't have to go to the motion-picture show ; we could just go back to her apartment after dinner. A few seconds later she told me that we didn't have to actually suffer dinner and we could just go back to her flat ( to fuck was heavily implied ). Of class I agreed and drank the repose of my wine-coloured ( I only had the chance to drink about ½ of the glass to this point ) and told the waiter that we decided not to have dinner party. We left and went back to her place.

The instant we got inside her apartment she attacked me. She put her arms around my cervix and pulled me stringent to her, forcing her brim to mine and driving her tongue trench into my mouthpiece. My bridge player immediately went to her tits, groping and squeezing at first outside her blouse and then slipping inside. Then I groped her ass. She pushed me away, took off my dress then hers. We move to her sleeping accommodation where she pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to suckle my cock. She seemed to take great delight in satisfying me, it was although she had to prove to me she knew how to suck up pecker better than any other girl I ever went out with. After we were done I laid there and thought what an wanton adulteress fuck she was and how unbelievable the piece of ass had been. This description of our first screwing is rather brief on purpose since the best is to come.

Starting that dark I basically moved in, I lived a few miles away and she was only a block from the troupe, besides we would just go to her apartment right after body of work and shtup. That's pretty a lot all we did for a few weeks.

The second week I was fucking Karen I came"house"to her flat to find her laying front down on her bed, still in her study dress, crying. I lay down succeeding to her and asked her what was incorrect. She told me"aught ”. After a fiddling coercion she told me that the owner of the company wasn't a nice man, and that he did something"unfitting"to her. Of class I pressed her for exactly what he did and finally she told me he had touched her tits. My cock immediately grew hard ; it was a good affair that I was also laying front down on her bed. I asked her to explicate but she told me she had already told me too practically, that it was personal. I then pointed out that we had agreed to suffer sex only with each early and that I was upholding my end of the correspondence and so I expected her to be up front and dependable with me. With that she drooped her nous low, looked down at the mattress, seemed to palpate shamed and told me everything.

She told me that her boss told her to comply him back to the warehouse to discourse an upcoming job. He took her to a secluded corner of the filthy warehouse where he got behind her and pressed himself against her binding. He then took his will arm and wrapped it around her shank, pinning both her coat of arms firmly down at her sides. He then took his free people right hand and reached around to her figurehead and placed it firmly on her left tit. He began to fumble and gouge her tit through her blouse, one then the early and back again. She told me she tried to move away but he was too stiff and held her firm. She then told him to"turn back it"but he just told her she was a"fucking harlot"who fucked all the men in the company and that"she loved it ”. With that she just stood there and let him savour her tits. As he took his time feeling her tit she could experience his cock growing hard as he pressed it firmly against her loaded ass in slack gyrating bm. After feeling both knocker through the exterior of her blouse he expertly undid the following two release with his rightfield deal. With her blouse starting out unbuttoned provocatively low to begin with, these two extra button opened her shirt so her knocker in her bra were completely open to view. He then slid his hand down her chest of drawers, into her cleavage, and inside her bra. Her blouse being no use to keep on him out. There he felt, fondled, groped, and squeezed her nice full titmouse and played with her mammilla, pelt on skin, and enjoyed every second. days after this incident Karen told me that a cleaning woman becomes sexually aroused during a violation as a"self-defense mechanism ”, so I know that her nipple must have become intemperately with her honcho playing with them just like they do when I play with them. This solitary made Karen more ashamed of herself since she didn't want her boss to violate her sexually but her heavily nipples made him think otherwise.

After taking all the time he wanted to bring with her knocker he pulled his hand out of her bra and slid it down and around onto her tight ass. There he repeated the process ; feeling, groping and squeezing her ass through her skirt. A little while later he began pulling her wench up ; his rightfield handwriting pulling the material up a clenched fist full at a metre, in front and then the vertebral column and then the front again. Repeating the process until he had her annulus pulled up far enough, he slipped his hand under and up the back of her skirt onto her soft, affectionate ass. Karen wore thongs in those solar day and he felt, groped, and squeezed her compensate ass cheek skin to sputter. Karen felt his cock and squeezes growing even harder.

Finally her Bos slid his handwriting around to her front, sliding his hand over her warm pussy, with just the slenderize thong material between his fingerbreadth and her slit lips. I asked Karen if she was able to hold her legs clamped closed to deny him memory access but she told me that he told her to open her branch and that she"had"to. She obeyed and opened her legs just enough for her political boss to slither his hand in between the top of her leg, into her warmly genitals. There he played ; sliding his fingers up and down the entire length of her twat lips, all the piece Karen just stood there not being able to stop him. Her boss then slipped his hand inside the forepart of her thong and continued feeling her moist cunt sass. From this he knew that she shaved her kitty-cat leaving only a little spell of pubic hair at the top. A item she never had any aim on letting her boss know. Also from what she told me about how a woman's"self-defence"mechanism protects her during a assault, I now know that as her boss caressed the fully duration of her puss back talk that she became sexually aroused and wet and that her cunt slowly, over meter, opened for him. Her genus Bos took full reward of this and slipped his fingerbreadth deep inside her swampy wet cunt. There she stood, motionless, helpless, having to maintain her legs slightly open for her Bos, while he felt her up at will and getting off to it. He knew exactly what she was ; a fucking whore that no-one would ever believe even if she told person since she had already fucked every available man in the ship's company. At the end of her telling me this she added that she noticed some of the storage warehouse men peeking through the storage wheel and watching with smiles.

After she fully disclosed the sexual ill-usage her hirer forced on her early that day I asked her if this was the start prison term he had done this. She told me he had started saying and then doing"inappropriate"things to her about 1 month after she started working there. At the time she had been working for him for a little over 3 years. He started by doing something"inappropriate"to her and then saw how she reacted. She told him she didn't appreciate it but he just kept it up. After she finally gave up and stopped saying anything about what he currently was doing he move to the next footstep and repeat the process until he finally had her worked up to this point. He was now taking her back to the filthy warehouse and feeling her up 4 to 5 times a day ! I could see that this methodical structured approach paced over clock time had whittled down her self-pride which made her even to a greater extent of a target. I then asked her what she was going to do about it. She told me she couldn't do anything about it since he was the owner, we lived in a very minor townsfolk, and if she told anyone he would just fire her and then tell his other business organization owner buddies not to hire her since she was a problem maker. After that she would have no option but to come back to her boss and ask for her old job back. That would be much worse than it was now. She also pointed out that at every job she ever had that there was at least one man who would put her"in her spot"regardless of what she accomplished. She was use to it and she accepted it. With this information I told her that I never thought I'd ever say it but I agreed that she couldn't do anything about it and it would be best if she just let her stamp do whatever he wanted. She thanked me for being so understanding and told me she appreciated me listening to her. All the while I was listening to her I acted as though I was concerned and pretended that it bothered me that her boss would do such things to her, but inside I was picturing him forcing himself on her, enjoying every word she said and filling in the details in my mind. My peter was so incredibly hard.

After our niggling chat she fell deep asleep from relief of the days'severe sexual abuse tension. There I lay, face down on her bed next to her. A raging backbreaking cock and looking at her in her soft blouse and chick, the same outfit she had on when her Bos violated her sooner that day. I especially enjoyed running my centre slowly down her spine, onto her thin waistline, onto her tight ass, and then onto her soft, warm, shapely leg. Fuck this was driving me wild ! I gave her 30 minutes to get into a deep slumber and then I placed my manus on the modest of her spine. I felt the still curve of her back rising slowly up to her rigorous ass. I slid my bridge player up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a short, and then skid it further down onto the back of her easygoing, warm legs. I rubbed her wooden leg and ass for a bit, picturing her gaffer holding her still, feeling her nipple, ass, and cunt while grinding his hard tool against her ass crack. Finally I slid my hand down and grabbed the keister of her skirt and began pulling it up. It came up a little but then stopped from the weight of her laying on it. I sat up and with both hands pulled her doll up. I pulled it up above her ass, up to her cut waist. Her ass was now fully exposed, her raised annulus and thong not providing any cover song. I sat and stared at her ass for a bit before I got up and took all my clothes off. I then sat down on the bed future to her legs and picked up and spread one, then the other leg encompassing outdoors. She was marvellous and thin but anytime I moved her ramification while she slept it always felt like they were made of weighed down sandbags. I could now see up her branch, that exposed tight ass, into her fork, and her thong covered puss. I lay down between her legs and positioning my human face just below her ass. I took my fingerbreadth and began rubbing her snatch from keister, through her thong. I moved my face, my nuzzle, close to her twat and smelled her. I smelled the cunt that her hirer had violated with his digit earlier that day. That thought made my cock maturate even harder. I began softly humping the bed between her legs while I sniffed and felt her slit back talk. I could feel the insides of her ardent legs close to my cheeks as I sniffed her bitch. I could feel the hot moist odor from her pussy trapped against my look. I then briefly looked up and noticed that she was still sleeping soundly. I then slipped a finger under her thong and pulled it to the side, exposing that well used whore's cunt. I pushed my face, nose, and clapper into her genitals from behind, stabbing my wet hungry tongue deep between her slit lips. With this she moved just a little. I began lapping rapidly at her pussy, feeling the inside of her warm schmaltzy wet bedspread unfastened puss rim sliding on my cheeks as I held her G-string to the side with one hand while slipping the fingers of my other manus along and inside her desecrate snatch. The whole time I did this I kept picturing her foreman holding her still, taking his time and enjoying feel every percentage of her dead body that he desired. While she"had"to just stand up there and let him. Finally my lapping at her snatch became extremely speedy and deep and she awoke, raised her ass, spread her legs more, and began pushing her pussy up and down on my face. I sat up, grabbed her around her dilute waist, pulled her ass high gear into the air, and drove my heavy shaft deep into her lose, wet, whorish cunt, the whole time picturing her boss enjoying violating her. I came faster and harder than I ever had before.

In the weeks to come Karen, my future wife, would recite me about all the other things that her honcho had already done to her and the new things he would do as meter progressed. With every few pass weeks her boss pushed a little Sir Thomas More and never backed off. She began to trust me more and would entrust in me all the sexual abuse he forced upon her, appreciating that I was so caring and understanding. The whole fourth dimension I loved the description of every point I could get and whenever she would not, or could not say me about the bad thing he did to her I reminded her that I supported her 100 % and I expected her to be completely open and honest with me. With this I was able to get enough contingent to get a entire picture of what he did and I worked at her to keep open her working there for him and not doing anything to block off him. She worked for him for another twelvemonth and a half.

This is only one of many sexual experiences my wife provided me .