wife's boss intimate torment

For most of my wife's living and to the highest degree of our relationship, my wife Karen has had an undiagnosed medical experimental condition that caused her to be promiscuous and to booze alcohol excessively, only adding to her promiscuousness. On days when her medical consideration got bad she would say"yes"to any guy who asked for sex, when her condition got worse she would end up at some sordid bar drinking way too much"self medicating"and then throwing herself at the confining men, and when she drank even more she would pass out and the men would take advantage of her, taking crook raping her limp unconscious body. former fourth dimension on the commodity Clarence Day 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 have a go at it 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 representative of what my wife has gone through. I hope you enjoy reading it as practically as I enjoyed coercing her to tell me about it. This taradiddle was developed from the overall descriptions of what she told me and the details I could get from her, with me filling in the"missing"details based on what I know from fucking her.

I met my married woman Karenic 17 age ago at workplace when she was 32. I had just started a new job and she was a salesgirl at the company. One day she walked into the room to babble out to my coworker. The first thing that impressed me about her was her breast. While they were only"B's"her cut anatomy and low cut tight fateful lacy blouse with just a little bit of bootleg lacy bra peeking out the top made them endure out. She had a dainty slim waist, long firm legs nicely exposed by her mid-short annulus, and was a tall iniquity brunette. What a piece of tail I though !

She stood there and talked to my coworker for about 20 transactions. The whole time my oculus groped her pap, slid down her thin out waist to her shapely second joint, onto her firm legs and back up again, looking away only when she would peek in my direction. After she was done talking to my coworker she glanced at me, smiled and turned and walked out. My eyes slid down her placid back and thin waist onto her tight ass. For the past 20 minutes my eyes had stripped her and fucked her, my cock was so hard.

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

A week later Karen and I had our inaugural date ; dinner and a flick. She was working late so I picked her up after she was done. She was dressed in a low cut white blouse and a short circuit bird. She had her blouse unbuttoned low ; showing prissy cleavage and her ashen lacy bra was peeking out just a little. Her short skirt showed off her long placid pegleg and sozzled ass. Dam she looked edible ! We pulled up to the eatery and I opened the car door for her, she got out and immediately put her arm in mine as we walked into the eating place.

We began looking at the eatery menus and Karen told me that we didn't have to go to the motion picture ; we could just go back to her apartment after dinner. A few seconds later she told me that we didn't have to actually have dinner and we could just go back to her flat ( to sleep together was heavily implied ). Of trend I agreed and drank the rest of my wine-coloured ( I only had the chance to fuddle about ½ of the meth to this item ) and told the waiter that we decided not to have dinner. We left and went back to her place.

The instant we got inside her apartment she attacked me. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me tight to her, forcing her lips to mine and driving her knife deep into my mouth. My hands immediately went to her tits, groping and squeezing at kickoff 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 bedroom where she pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to soak up my rooster. She seemed to take cracking pleasure in satisfying me, it was although she had to prove to me she knew how to wet-nurse cock better than any early female child I ever went out with. After we were done I laid there and thought what an easy slattern fuck she was and how incredible the fuck had been. This description of our first roll in the hay is rather brief on purpose since the best is to come.

Starting that night I basically moved in, I lived a few miles away and she was only a cube from the company, besides we would just go to her apartment right after work and piece of ass. That's pretty much all we did for a few weeks.

The endorse calendar week I was fucking Karen I came"domicile"to her apartment to receive her laying front down on her bed, still in her work clothes, crying. I lay down next to her and asked her what was improper. She told me"nothing ”. After a slight coercion she told me that the owner of the company wasn't a nice man, and that he did something"inappropriate"to her. Of course I pressed her for exactly what he did and finally she told me he had touched her tit. My cock immediately grew hard ; it was a good thing that I was also laying front down on her bed. I asked her to explain but she told me she had already told me too a good deal, that it was personal. I then pointed out that we had agreed to accept sex only with each other and that I was upholding my end of the agreement and so I expected her to be up presence and honest with me. With that she drooped her foreland low, looked down at the mattress, seemed to feel shamefaced and told me everything.

She told me that her boss told her to follow him back to the storage warehouse to discuss an forthcoming job. He took her to a secluded quoin of the filthy warehouse where he got behind her and pressed himself against her spine. He then took his left arm and wrapped it around her waist, pinning both her arms firmly down at her sides. He then took his gratis mightily handwriting and reached around to her front and placed it firmly on her pass on tit. He began to fumble and embrace her tit through her blouse, one then the other and back again. She told me she tried to move away but he was too solid and held her firm. She then told him to"stop it"but he just told her she was a"fucking prostitute"who fucked all the men in the company and that"she loved it ”. With that she just stood there and let him enjoy her tits. As he took his meter feeling her tits she could feel his cock growing hard as he pressed it firmly against her tight ass in slow gyrating movements. After feeling both tits through the outside of her blouse he expertly undid the next two push button with his right handwriting. With her blouse starting out unbuttoned provocatively low to begin with, these two extra clitoris opened her shirt so her tit in her bra were completely overt to catch. He then slid his hand down her chest, into her segmentation, and inside her bra. Her blouse being no use to keep him out. There he felt, fondled, groped, and squeezed her nice replete mamilla and played with her mammilla, cutis on skin, and enjoyed every moment. Years after this incident Karenic told me that a charwoman becomes sexually aroused during a ravishment as a"self-defense mechanism ”, so I know that her nipples must have become hard with her chief playing with them just like they do when I play with them. This only made Karen more ashamed of herself since she didn't want her boss to rape her sexually but her heavily tit made him imagine otherwise.

After taking all the time he wanted to dally with her tits he pulled his hand out of her bra and slip it down and around onto her tight ass. There he repeated the process ; tactile sensation, groping and squeezing her ass through her skirt. A footling while later he began pulling her skirt up ; his right hired man pulling the fabric up a fist full at a time, in front and then the spinal column and then the front again. Repeating the procedure until he had her dame pulled up far enough, he slipped his hand under and up the back of her annulus onto her voiced, warm ass. Karen wore lash in those day and he felt, groped, and squeezed her veracious ass cheek skin to skin. Karenic felt his cock and squeezes growing even harder.

Finally her boss slid his hired hand around to her front, sliding his hand over her warmly pussy, with just the cut thong stuff between his fingers and her cunt lips. I asked Karen if she was able to keep her legs clamped closed to deny him approach but she told me that he told her to open her legs and that she"had"to. She obeyed and opened her ramification just enough for her political boss to slide his handwriting in between the top of her legs, into her affectionate crotch. There he played ; sliding his fingers up and down the full phase of the moon distance of her pussy brim, all the while Karen just stood there not being able to kibosh him. Her party boss then slipped his handwriting inside the front of her thong and continued feeling her moist twat back talk. From this he knew that she shaved her pussy leaving only a low patch of pubic hair at the top. A detail she never had any intent on letting her chief know. Also from what she told me about how a woman's"self-defense"mechanism protects her during a rapine, I now know that as her boss caressed the good duration of her bitch lips that she became sexually aroused and wet and that her cunt slowly, over time, opened for him. Her gaffer took wide-cut reward of this and slipped his fingers oceanic abyss inside her slipshod wet cunt. There she stood, motionless, helpless, having to keep her legs slightly unfastened for her boss, while he felt her up at will and getting off to it. He knew exactly what she was ; a piece of ass whore that no-one would ever believe even if she told someone since she had already fucked every available man in the troupe. At the end of her telling me this she added that she noticed some of the warehouse men peeking through the storage racks and watching with smiles.

After she fully disclosed the intimate ill-treatment her boss forced on her earlier that day I asked her if this was the inaugural time he had done this. She told me he had started saying and then doing"inappropriate"thing to her about 1 calendar month after she started working there. At the metre 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 proceed to the side by side stair and duplicate the appendage until he finally had her worked up to this period. He was now taking her back to the filthy warehouse and feeling her up 4 to 5 time a day ! I could see that this methodical structured attack paced over metre had whittled down her self-esteem which made her even more 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 pocket-sized township, and if she told anyone he would just fire her and then separate his other line proprietor brother not to hire her since she was a hassle Maker. After that she would give no choice but to come back to her Bos and ask for her old job back. That would be much big 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 place"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 boss do whatever he wanted. She thanked me for being so sympathy 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 political boss would do such thing to her, but inside I was picturing him forcing himself on her, enjoying every discussion she said and filling in the details in my judgment. My hammer was so incredibly hard.

After our little chat she fell deep asleep from respite of the day'severe intimate abuse stress. There I lay, front down on her bed succeeding to her. A raging severely shaft and looking at her in her soft blouse and skirt, the same outfit she had on when her boss violated her earliest that day. I especially enjoyed running my eyes slowly down her back, onto her lose weight waist, onto her squiffy ass, and then onto her soft, warmly, shapely branch. nooky this was driving me gaga ! I gave her 30 minutes to get into a abstruse eternal sleep and then I placed my helping hand on the small of her spinal column. I felt the liquid bender of her dorsum rising slowly up to her fast ass. I slid my hand up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a little, and then slue it further down onto the back of her easy, fond legs. I rubbed her leg and ass for a bit, picturing her boss holding her still, feeling her pap, ass, and slit while grinding his firmly cock against her ass crack. Finally I slid my script down and grabbed the prat of her skirt and began pulling it up. It came up a little but then stopped from the weight unit of her egg laying on it. I sat up and with both hands pulled her bird up. I pulled it up above her ass, up to her slender waist. Her ass was now fully exposed, her raised doll and flip-flop not providing any cover. I sat and stared at her ass for a bit before I got up and took all my apparel off. I then sat down on the bed side by side to her legs and picked up and spread one, then the former leg wide open. She was tall and thin out but anytime I moved her legs while she slept it always felt like they were made of heavy sandbags. I could now see up her legs, that exposed tight ass, into her crotch, and her thong covered cunt. I lay down between her legs and positioning my fount just below her ass. I took my finger's breadth and began rubbing her pussy from behind, through her G-string. I moved my expression, my intrude, closing to her pussy and smelled her. I smelled the cunt that her boss 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 cunt backtalk. I could feel the insides of her warm branch close to my cheek as I sniffed her cunt. I could experience the hot moist odor from her snatch trapped against my aspect. I then briefly looked up and noticed that she was still sleeping soundly. I then slipped a digit under her thong and pulled it to the side, exposing that well used whore's cunt. I pushed my face, nose, and lingua into her crotch from behind, stabbing my wet hungry clapper deep between her cunt mouth. With this she moved just a lilliputian. I began lapping rapidly at her pussy, feeling the interior of her warm kitschy wet spread open pussy lips sliding on my nerve as I held her thong to the side with one bridge player while slipping the fingers of my early bridge player along and inside her violated cunt. The entirely time I did this I kept picturing her boss holding her still, taking his time and enjoying feeling every constituent of her body that he desired. While she"had"to just place upright there and let him. Finally my lapping at her cunt became extremely rapid 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 thin shank, pulled her ass high into the air, and get my arduous cock deep into her lose, wet, whorish puss, the unharmed time picturing her honcho enjoying violating her. I came faster and harder than I ever had before.

In the workweek to follow Karen, my time to come married woman, would assure me about all the other things that her boss had already done to her and the new things he would do as time progressed. With every few exit week her boss pushed a lilliputian Sir Thomas More and never backed off. She began to trust me more and would confide in me all the sexual vilification he forced upon her, appreciating that I was so handle and realize. The totally time I loved the verbal description of every particular I could get and whenever she would not, or could not separate me about the bad things he did to her I reminded her that I supported her 100 % and I expected her to be completely spread and honest with me. With this I was able to get enough details to get a full phase of the moon word-painting of what he did and I worked at her to prevent her working there for him and not doing anything to stop him. She worked for him for another year and a half.

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