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The following story was received from a couple via e-mail. While I
have done some editing for them, the story (per Carol) is very True.
Hope you enjoy it!

 "Dave's Wife, Carol Becomes a Complete Slut to Her Boss" - PART 1

 My husband and I were married at a very early age against the advice
of our parents. I was only 18 and Dave was 19. We had been dating in
school and now that we were both out and because we were so much in
love, we didn't want to wait any longer to get married.  Maybe I
should say that we were in LUST, because we were having sex on a very
regular basis before we got married. I was virgin when I met Dave and
he introduced me to sex. To say it was like a duck taking to water
would be an understatement! I craved it, and even though I later
learned that Dave was not really very good in the sack, at the time I
loved the sex we were having. 

 Unfortunately, our sex live diminished rapidly after we got married.
Dave had no real skills and without a college education was forced to
take a low paying job as a construction helper. His job required him
to get there early in the morning to set up for the other guys and to
work late cleaning up the job site. Because he was working so many
hours and working so hard physically his sex drive curtailed
considerably. I was able to keep my mind off it to an extent by taking
a secretarial job.  Even though Dave was working long hours he was
getting paid so little per hour (barely over min wage) it was
necessary for me to get a job. To tell the truth I resented having to
get a job and that my husband was unable to make enough income to
support us. That plus the lack of sex created some friction between
us.  

 I guess that was why I was so open to advances being made by John,
one of my co-workers. He would often let his hands linger on me just a
little longer than was warranted as a fellow worker and in time he
actually began to squeeze my soft rump when we alone together in the
copy room. I know I should have rebuked his advances but as I said I
was not getting much attention at home and it was nice to know that
someone really appreciated me. I started to wear sexier cloths to work
and his interest in me perked up even further. One day he grabbed me
in the copy room and began to kiss me. I had anticipated it and was
not at all upset by his bold move. As a matter of fact I returned a
wet tongue kiss to him. 

 Unfortunately, Jack our boss, had picked just that time to run a copy
for himself (something he normally never did) and he caught us
necking. He brought John into his office immediately and the next
thing I knew John was cleaning out his desk. All day I was waiting for
the other shoe to fall but it wasn't until the next day that Jack told
me to come into his office. He had his calls switched to one of the
other guys and locked the door behind me as I came into his office
totalk to him. I felt for sure that I knew what was going to happen
and I was frightened to death. Dave 's hours had been reduced and my
job was absolutely necessary if we were going to survive financially.
I knew that if I got fired without any kind of recommendation that I'd
not be able to get a new job and in our state if your fired you cannot
even collect unemployment compensation. So, before he even started to
talk to me I begged him to allow me a second chance. 

 I ended the sentence with, "Please I'll get down on my bended knee!
I'll do anything you want... but I need this job." Naturally, I wasn't
thinking of sex as "the anything" I referred to, but my boss was. Jack
is about 50 and while he had made a lot of glances at me I never
thought that he wanted me sexually. It shows how wrong a young girl of
18 can be! He told me that yes He'd like me to get down on my knees
and beg some more. At first I thought he was putting me on but the
look in his eye and his hand gestured for me to get down told me he
was serious. I didn't know what else to do but continue to beg him for
mercy and that I'd do anything he wanted at anytime, etc. He said that
he would take me up on my offer and that what he wanted right now was
a good blow job. I was shocked but at the same time excited. 

 Jack is a very commanding man. It was easy to see how he became the
boss. He had a presence about him that made you take his directions
without questioning him. While I knelt there in front of him, somewhat
dumbfounded, he approached me and reached down inside my blouse and
bra and began gently squeezing my tits. Maybe I should have stopped
him but I was at a crossroads. I knew if I didn't stop him what would
happen, on the other hand I  knew if I did I'd  get fired and I had no
idea what I'd tell my husband. So I didn't do anything, I just kept
allowing him to message my tits and I never made a move as he removed
my blouse and bra. I didn't make a move as he dropped his pants to the
ground and brought out his fully extended cock. I was pleasantly
surprised at its size! It was much bigger than my husband's, not only
longer but it was especially thicker and I admit to having a sexual
thrill as he brought it forward to my lips. His only command was,
"Suck it, Bitch." I hesitated no longer, taking his manhood into my
mouth and licking it up and down like a lolly-pop before finally
taking the tip of it into my mouth for sucking. 

 Once I started it was wonderful. After all, I was being "forced" into
this I convinced myself and it was absolutely necessary. Once I'd made
that decision the rest was very easy for me. Jack had me suck him to
completion and then he laid me on his desk and mounted that big cock
inside my, by now, very wet pussy. He was amazing! He fucked me longer
and stronger than Dave ever had and I was brought to climax after
climax. When he finally shot his load into my cunt, he dismounted me
and told me that from now on I was his to do with as he saw fit and
that I would not only fuck him but whoever he wanted me to.  I know I
should have been angry, but the truth is I was really fulfilled for
the first time sexually in a long time and I was excited about the
prospect of being Jack's slut-slave. Even when he told me that from
now on I'd be wearing only very sexy clothing to work sans panties and
bra, I was putty in his hands. I simply answered, "Yes sir!  Will
there be anything else?" He told me not for the minute but I was to
address him as master and always lower my eyes when he was present and
that tomorrow he'd begin my sex-slave training.

 "Dave's Wife, Carol Becomes a Complete Slut to Her Boss" - PART 2

 In the next year, I indeed did become Jack's slut-slave. He had me
wear extremely sexy cloths to work. That was OK though because the
only ones in our office was myself, Jack and five other guys that
worked for Jack; and obviously all of them were glad to see me in my
sexy dress up clothing. Jack bought me a lot of the stuff that he made
me wear and I kept it in a locker at work and changed when I got to
work. Just an example of an outfit he'd make me wear was a
semi-transparent black blouse, short black leather mini-skirt, black
fish net stockings with elastic tops and 5" heels  - All without a bra
or panties of course. My skirt was so short that when I bent over to
go in the lower filing cabinets my the bottom of my ass cheeks could
be clearly seen by any of the men watching me. However, no one tried
any sexual advances (except Jack, of course) since they all knew that
John had gotten fired for fooling around with me. 

 However, it wasn't long before Jack decided to share me with my
fellow workers. As  a matter of fact, I became the monthly prize. The
guy who was highest in exceeding his quotas for the month was awarded
the prize of having a day off to take me  to the hotel of his choice
for a day of fucking and sucking. Wow did that ever pull up our
office's productivity. I have to admit that while at first I convinced
myself that I was doing all of this because I had to save my job, I
realized that I enjoyed it all. I liked being the queen bitch at the
office.  I enjoyed Jack's mastery over me and that fact that he could
elicit sexual thrills from me that I had never had before. I didn't
even mind when he started palming me off to some special clients and I
clearly became the office whore! 

 Naturally all this had an effect on my sexual relations with Dave. I
wasn't after him any longer to service me now that I was bring taken
care of by some really great studs at work. Our sexual outings
amounted to a quicky on a once a month or less basis and, frankly, I
was glad that was all that it was. My sexual activities at work were
keeping me very busy. Often Jack would have me meet him or some of his
clients in the Raddison Hotel after work and I'd come home to Dave
sometimes very late. Whenever Dave would question me about my very
late hours (sometimes I didn't come home until Midnight) I'd just
shrug it off and tell him that we were installing a computer system
that required me to work late. To tell the truth I didn't much give a
shit if he really believed me or not. 

 Finally about a year after I started being Jack's Slut, he asked me
what my husband thought about all my sexual activities at work. When I
admitted that I hadn't told him yet, I realized I had made a mistake.
Jack told me that better than telling my husband I was to demonstrate
what a slut I had become. He made me service him and two of the guys
in our office that very night. They fucked me with my cloths on by
simply pulling up my dress and slipping their hard cocks into my wet
pussy. Jack had them cum all over my face, my dress, my nylons and
even my spiked heels! When I went to go to the bathroom to straighten
up and apply new make-up, Jack told me that I wouldn't be allowed to
do that. I was to go home to my husband, Dave, looking exactly as I
looked then - in a word I looked well fucked and I knew there was no
way I could explain away my appearance to Dave.

 When I arrived home I was surprised at Dave's reaction to my
disheveled appearance. With dry cum on my face, my hair, my dress,
etc, I thought he'd be outraged. His only comment was a mild, "Where
have you been, darling?" My reaction to his gentleness was strange.
First I was relieved and then I was angry. After all, what real MAN
would allow his wife to come home looking like a well used tramp and
simply ignore it! I lost what little respect I had left for Dave and
became very ugly with him. The funny thing was the more abusive I
became the more he cowered before me, taking my verbal abuse, as if it
were he that had been the one fucking around rather than me.  I told
Dave that I had spent the evening fucking a couple of real men that
knew how to use me like the their slut. The more abusive I became to
Dave the meeker he became and something else strange happened! 

 I noticed as I was telling him just what a bitch in heat I had been
with Jack that a pole started appearing in his pants. It was actually
turning him on! Now, I knew I had him where I wanted him. I became
even bolder and told him to take his, "miserable little cock" out and
to play with himself like the jack-off that he was. When he did so, I
realized that their were probably no limits that I couldn't put him
through. I realized that Dave was a closet submissive and needed abuse
to get himself off. His cock was bigger and more blood engorged than I
had ever seen it as he jacked himself off to conclusion as I gave him
all the details of my slutty activities in that previous year. I told
Dave that from now on I was going to be his master and he my wimp
husband to please me. I made him suck out my pussy (and all the juice
still in it from Jack and the guys) to prove to him that he would do
anything I asked of him.

 All this happened about five years ago. I remained Jack's faithful
submissive slut for the next several years until he got promoted and
left town. However, I have definitely maintained my slutty ways and
even added to them in a large way. I have earned a great deal of extra
money over the years stripping at bachelor parties and fucking
everyone present on some occasions. I have also done gang-bangs in
front of Dave, some of which I had my husband arrange with his co-
workers. They lost all respect for him when they saw him jacking off
while his wife took on three or four of them at a time shouting
encouragement to them to fuck me even harder and stronger. 

 Hope you enjoyed our true tale Lust & Love from Carol

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