Bitch of a Boss
by
Black Demon
(m/f, i/r, cons)

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Standard Disclaimer!
This is a fictional story intended for Adults only!
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Appearing to be in her early 40's, Mrs. Sheila Daniels' appearance belied her true age, attractive but stern looking made her seemingly always to be in control or command of the situation.  Always nicely dressed in business attire, Sheila had started off as an apprentice some 20 years earlier and was now senior vice-president of a large biotech firm.  An 'A' type personality, able to make decisions and back them up with her knowledge and articulation, no one could match her capabilities. 'My God, aren't there any real men these days?  Only woosy-pussies ...............each one calling himself a 'man' .................but all of them ain't got no fuck'n balls!' was what Sheila thought of the opposite sex these days.  It hadn't always been that way, especially after marrying Ben some 29 years ago, as he appeared to be quite a 'man' and was certainly the bread winner at that time.

For the first several year of her marriage and employment with the company that she still worked for, Sheila was happy to stay in the background, letting her husband be the 'man' of the house and allowing co-workers to take the credit even when it had been her ideas in the first place.  But things took a turn when her husband had been laid off from his job when the economy tanked, with her income being the only source of income, and now she was the bread-winner of the family.  It had been a struggle back then, with Sheila saying that 'enough was enough', no longer willing to let the men she worked with take credit for what was rightfully hers and telling her husband that he had to carry his weight by at least doing the housework and some cooking while she was busy at work.

In charge of the regional office, Sheila had to assess the new hires who had made it through the interviewers and human resources department, which indicated that new-hire had the smarts for the job.  For some reason, Sheila found very few women desiring a job in her field, as many looked to traditional jobs like teaching or going into the nursing field.  And for the batch of recent hires, all were men, which was quite noticeable to Sheila on reviewing their files as she thought 'All men again ....................probably like the last batch of new-hires ................got the smarts but no fuck'n balls on them to make a simple decision!'  In Sheila's mind, the best way to decipher whether a new-hire would be any good was to give them an account to work on, go out with that person on the next scheduled visit and see if he handled himself with confidence and how much product knowledge he had. 

Behind of the wheel as Ms. Daniels instructed him to drive an hour, Tyson saw his boss pull out her cell phone, then was told that "I'm going to make a quick phone call to my husband!  It'll be real quick!"  As he drove, Tyson couldn't help but listen in on the one-sided conversation, which went the likes of: "Alan ............it's me!  Did you get those paint samples for the guest room?  A blue ............didn't I tell you to get samples of various colors for me to choose from?  Well, you go back to the store tomorrow and get what I asked for!"  Then the call ended abruptly as Ms. Daniels hung up on her husband, after which Tyson heard her utter out "Men ............so damn useless!", which made him realize that 'She's even treats her husband worse than the guys in the office!  No 'I love you' .......................not even a lousy 'goodbye'!  She jist needs one good fucking!'

'Jeez, she reminds me of Mrs. Mathews .....................some ten years ago ......................when I was entering high school!' Tyson thought, recollecting the events that had led up to the fucking of the first woman far older than he was at the time.  He had been sixteen at that time, back to when he was a freshman in high school, when his buddy Billy on the baseball team never seemed to be able to please his mother.  His buddy was white and his mother quite attractive, but Mrs. Mathews was seemingly always on the 'rag', bitching about this and that with no let up.  It happened by accident when Mrs. Mathews was in the garage yelling for her son to give her a hand with carrying a heavy box, but Billy was helping Tyson out by checking the underside of his car at the time, so Tyson told him that he'd go and help his mom out with the box.  Going into the garage, Tyson was greeted by the shapely ass of the beautiful woman who was bent on over.    

When Mrs. Mathews had straightened up and turned around, she had emitted a loud gasp upon seeing him there, then Tyson noitced that her eyes had drifted downwards and were glued to the front of his tented shorts. Seeing her lips parted some as if she wasn't even breathing at the moment, Tyson reached on forward to take her left hand in his, toyed with her diamond ring and wedding band ............................then drew her hand to the front of his shorts!  Moments later, after she had been stroking his boner through the front of his shorts, Tyson got bolder and told her "Take it out fer me, Mrs. Mathews ...............then git down on yer knees .....................and suck it!"  Helping her up from the floor a bit later, he lifted her petite body up onto the washer that was in the garage, the perfect height for which he could walk his jutting cock into he slick slit.  A couple weeks later at baseball practice, Billy told him "Gosh, I can't believe how my mom's attitude has changed over the past couple of weeks!  She's actually pleasant ................doesn't yell at me or my dad any more!"  Tyson just smiled upon hearing that, for he knew the answer hung right between his legs, for he had been dicking Mrs. Mathews every other day since then. 

From when Mrs. Daniels had made the phone call, Tyson had reached into his coat pocket to turn on the cell phone's recorder, thinking that the guys at work would be interested in how the bitch talked to her own husband.  Assessing the situation at hand, Tyson concluded that 'She's jist a bitch that needs a good fuck'n!  Jist like Mrs. Mathews!  She needs a 'man' to put her in her fuck'n place!'  Although Tyson thought that he has made the right assessment of his female boss, being wrong could or would cost him his job if he even brought the matter up, and it certainly wouldn't look good on his resume in lasting six weeks on his first job.  Seeing the sign that said 'Campgrounds Turnoff', Tyson saw that it was basically an unpaved rural roadway that had a lot of bushes lining it.  His sudden turn had Mrs. Daniels looking about and asking "Where are we going?  Why'd you turn off the main road?"  "Tell me, Mrs. Daniels ................do ;you always treat your husband that way?  Acting like a real 'bitch' on the phone ....................with not even a lousy 'goodbye' when hanging up!" Tyson inquired of his stunned female boss.         

"How dare you talk to me that way!  You can consider yourself fired as of now and you can clean out your desk when you get back, young man!" Sheila advised at the confident smirking new hire.  "I wanted to talk to you, Mrs. Daniels ...................to find out why yer such a fuck'n bitch ..............that's all!  I think all ya need is one good fuck!" was the response that she got, to which she angrily responded "Don't you dare touch me!  You lay a hand on me and I'll go to the police ...................and you'll be spending a lot of years in jail!"  "Ain't gonna happen, Mrs. Daniels!  I ain't gonna touch ya ...............unless ya want me to .................and I've got my phone on recording the last five minutes to prove I ain't touch ya .....................yet!  Now I's gonna put it on video record and put it up on the dash so the cops will see that I didn't touch ya at all .....................that is, until ya begged me to!" Sheila was told, watching as the young man took his cell phone out of his coat pocket, putting it on the video record mode, then it was set up on the dashboard facing them. 

Breathing hard, Sheila was at a lost for words, for never before had she been confronted in such a manner nor by such a confident male.  Blinking her eyes as she tried to comprehend things, that it was really happening at this moment, being told "Now Mrs. Daniels, we can head on back right now so you can fire my ass .......................or .................you can take off that coat and start getting naked for me!  And you can start by unbuttoning your blouse!"  Heart thumping in her chest, Sheila just couldn't find any words, and then her hands came up so her fingers could undo the coat button.  Pulling the lavender blouse out of her skirt, she then began undoing the buttons down the front of it.  Sheilas was now sitting across of the confident young man while only partially dressed, then obeyed as she was told "Cup them titties and show me what I'm gonna be sucking on soon!"  Then told to take her bra off, Sheila was once again cupping her breasts, only this time it was her bare breasts she was showing off to the young man.

"Stretch yer legs out ................put them on my lap.....................I'll take them heels off fer ya, then ya can git leave yer skirt on but take off yer panties and pantyhose, crawl into the back between the seats!" Sheila was told, then proceeded as told by lifting up her legs and gently laying them atop of the young man's lap.  Reaching up under her skirt, she hooked her fingers into both the waistband of her pantyhose and panties, pulling them down her legs and stripping them off her feet.  A moment later, she was crawling over the console and into the backseat of the SUV.  Told to stop right where she was, Sheila found herself straddling the console, her hands resting on the rear passenger seat while her ass remained over the console in the front of the car.  Turning her head some, Sheila saw the confident black male getting out of his clothing, and then she was asked "Do ya want me to touch ya, Mrs. Daniels?" 

"Yes ..................y-e-s ...................I want you to touch me!"  "Ya want me to touch yer ass ...................to feel yer ass up?" was the next question poised to her, to which Sheila panted out "YES ......................y-e-s .........................touch my ass .....................feel my ass up .......................do what you please with it .........................I want you to touch me!"  "Now that's how I like ya dressed fer me, Mrs. Daniels .....................with yer tits hanging out and ya ready to bare yer ass fer me!  Now lift that ass of yers up cause Im gonna fuck ya like a bitch!" she was told and obeyed that order.  As nothing happened during that next moment, Sheila looked back at the smiling bastard who told her "Ya gotta tell me what ya want, Mrs. Daniels ..............cause I's don't want ya to go screaming 'rape' later on!"  "Fuck me ...................fuck me like a bitch .........................I want you to fuck me like the bitch I am!" she panted out from her position in the backseat. 

After rubbing his hands of her soft and very shapely ass, Tyson then grabbed hold of his fuckstick and ran the bloated tip up and down the length of her slick slit, and his size apparently scared her as she panted out "Please be gentle ....................I've never had anything that big!"  "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" he growled, knowing that his keeping command of the bitch was essential till he brought her down a couple notches with his 'Mighty Tyson'!  Hands on her trim waist, cock having been placed in position, Tyson then gave a hefty lunge on forward!  "Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ......................oh, God ........................oh, God ......................oh, it's too big ...........................it's too big .........................stop, it's too big!" came the please from his female boss.  Cock buried some 6", only half the way there, Tyson reared on back an inch or so and then lunged on forward once again.  "Eieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" came the piercing cry as he buried his boner up to his balls.      

Keeping his cock still for a moment, letting her get adjusted to his size, Tyson knew just when she had accepted his size and was read for him to resume the fucking.  He finally felt her body relax, her cunny squeezing on his boner, he then expanded his dick in her and advised "Yer my bitch now, Mrs. Daniels!" Holding her trim hips firmly in his grasp, Tyson then proceeded to give her the fucking that she needed so badly.  While fucking her, Tyson wanted to degrade and humiliate her even further, ordering her to "Tell me what ya want, Mrs. Daniels!  Tell me or I's gonna stop and pull my cock out if'n ya don't!"  He saw her clenched fists, knew that she was fighting it, but then she panted out "Fuck me ......................fuck it to me ...................fuck me with your big black cock!"  

Slicker and slicker the fucking got, from the feel of it Tyson knew from her shuddering that she had creamed a couple times already, and he was intent on giving her the orgasm of all orgasms.  But first to degrade her even more, asking "Ya got yer tubes ties already, Mrs. Daniels?  Cause I's ain't wearing no rubber and I's ain't shooting no blanks!  And if'n I's can't shoot off in ya, I's gonna pull on right out and zip up so's I's can go an git me something to eat ....................I's ain't wasting my fuck'n time if'n I can't git on off in the end!  So's, this is yer last chance bitch, cause I's ain't pulling on out from here on in!"

"Don't pull out .....................don't pull out ..................I'm so close!  I'll take the chance .............I'll take the chance!  Just don't pull out ...................fuck me ..................you can cum in me ....................I don't care ........................cum in me!" came her frantic response.  Tyson had no intention of pulling on out anyway, that was just to break her down even further, putting her in place and making her know who the boss really was in this matter, hissing out to her "Okay, bitch ..............jist don't say I's didn't warn ya about my baby-maker ..................cause I's gone and knocked up over a dozen bitches thus far!"  With just over an inch of his cock, Tyson began jogging his cock in and out of her sopping wet pussy, knowing that she was now far beyond the point of no-return.   

"Now tell me, bitch ..................tell me ya want my little black bastard!" Tyson demanded by giving her a deep hard thrust and then withdrawing this only his cockhead remained enveloped and keeping totally still.  With his hands firmly on her hips, this time to keep her from moving backwards to fuck herself on his jutting boner, he then heard her frantic pleas for him to "Fuck me, please ........................please fuck me ..........................cum in me ............................fuck your little black bastard up in me ...............I don't care ........................knock me up with your little black bastard!"  Tyson then gave her what she want, sliding his rigid boner back up deep into her, starting like a locomotive pulling out of the train station, building up to jackhammer speed  and then all hell broke loose as they both climaxed simultaneously.  Exhausted and drained from the fantastic fuck session, on exiting the fucked out bitch, he saw the outpouring of his seed from her widely stretched pussy.  Tyson then added to her indignity by advising "Damn, Mrs. Daniels ................yer leaking all over the fuck'n place!  Ya git it on my suit and I's giving ya the fuck'n dry cleaning bill!"  

Having gotten dressed as his bitch of a boss was still fucked up in her head and barely moving, Tyson got into the driver's seat and started up the SUV, advising "C'mon, let's get a move on it .....................we can check in already!  Better git yer fuck'n clothes on before we hit the open road!"  Tyson gritted his teeth to keep from laughing out loud, for he could see Mrs. Daniels on the floor of the backseat trying to locate all her clothing.  Reaching down as he kept one hand on the wheel, he picked up one of her heels, then tossed it over his shoulder into the backseat.  Seconds later, he reached down once again to grab her other heel, then also tossed that on back to her.  Tyson pulled up to the front of the hotel where a valet awaited, and it did appear that he was mere a chauffeur as Mrs. Daniels was seated in the rear next to the passenger door, only she had finished dressing when he turned onto the driveway that led to the hotel.  Once inside the lobby, Tyson leaned over to whisper in her ear "Although we're only gonna be needing one room fer the night, better get two adjoining rooms to make it look good on the expense accounts!  Ya go and git our rooms while's I relax in the lobby!"     

Up in Suite 1010, after their luggage had been delivered, Tyson advised "Hang my clothes up on the right side of the closet ........................any put my stuff in the suitcase in the top drawer!  I'm gonna take a nice cool shower now!  You can take a shower in the adjoining room .......................and leave all yer cosmetics there ........................I like a nice clean bathroom!"  Disappearing into the bathroom, Tyson chucked in hearing the closet door opening as his bitchy boss was doing his bidding.  Then he heard the dresser drawing being opened and he knew that he had called in right in that 'All she needs is one good fuck!'  When he got out of the shower, he heard the water running in the adjoining room as the connecting door was left open.  Dressed in only his jockeys and trousers, he awaited for her return, and knew that he should be prepared for her to try and resume command.  He was indeed correct as Mrs. Daniels reappeared in s neat business suit, trying to look superior once again.  

"Tyson ................let's go and have dinner now ...............then we can go over our presentation for tomorrow!" Sheila advised, trying to regain her authority and some form of control.    With her subordinate shirtless at the time, Sheila sucked in a deep breath when the young man came towards her while undoing the front of his pants and pulling down his jockeys while advising "Got yer dinner, boss!  Maybe not dinner but got ya a tasty appetizer!  Right here ............................best to eat it while sitting here before kneeling down on yer knees!  And it's finger food ...................grab it with yer fingers to guide it right into yer mouth!  Nice and juicy, filled with lots of protein fer ya!  We'll have dinner up at the 5* restaurant on top of this hotel later ...................and ya can write it off on yer expense account!  Now come here and eat yer appetizer, bitch!"  No will-power to object to this 'man' who was obviously in control, Sheila got up from the chair to kneel before him, reaching up with her right hand, grasping the pulsating rod with her fingertips, then guided the bulb-sized head to her lips.  Opening her mouth wide, Sheila bent forward to clamp her lips just beyond the rim of the fleshy helmet, then heard "Now lick my pisshole with the tip of yer tongue, Mrs. Daniels .......................and soon I's gonna feed ya some hot goodies to tide ya over!"         

Seated up in the fine-dining restaurant atop of the hotel, Sheila's stomach felt a bit queasy, which she knew was due to the foreign substance churning about in her belly  Just prior to taking the elevator up to the restaurant, she had swallowed two mouthfuls of Tyson's slimy goo, then was made to lick any residue of his cock.  Sheila could still taste him in her mouth, the slipperiness coating her mouth, as she had been prevented from washing her mouth out and told "It'll make your glass of wine taste even better!"  And when the hostess came to take their drink order, before she could order her normal 'scotch on the rocks', Tyson told the hostess "I'll have a gin and tonic and the lady here will have a glass of your top of the line Chardonay!"  Although she didn't care for wine, Sheila did not express that nor put up any type of fuss.  And upon delivery of their drinks, Tyson extended  his glass to hers for a toast, saying "To a successful meeting tomorrow!"  After clinking glasses, Sheila took a sip of white wine, at which time she was told by her dinner companion "Swoosh that white wine about in yer mouth .....................that goes real good with all the cum ya jist had!"  After doing that and swallowing, she was then asked "Well, was I right?", to which she blushed and nodded her head 'yes'!      

Normally a subordinate would wait for her to order, as what she ordered would be the guideline of the price range in which to choose from, but not with Tyson as he spoke up when the server came saying "I'm gonna have that steak and lobster combination that you have.  Of course, Tyson's order was the most expensive item on the menu, which came after the Escargot for appetizer and Caesar's salad.  And when handed the wine list, he ordered an expensive bottle of champagne to celebrate the special occasion.  Midway through their dinner, a slight buzz could be heard coming from Mrs. Daniels' purse, to which she stammered out "It's just my husband calling!  He checks in with me a t 9 p.m. whenever I'm on a business trip to see if I need anything special done while I'm away!  He knows I'm busy if I don't answer and that I'll call him back when possible!  I'll just call him back later!"  "When you talk to your husband when he checks in with you, do you always put him down the way you did on the drive up here?" Tyson inquired.  "Well, I don't think I put him down .....................it's just the normal way we converse with each other!" was the response from his female boss. 

As the company always sent its staff to this luxury hotel, it was a big customer and the hotel was quite accommodating when reservations were placed, such as in this case here.  With meetings to take place involving a customer in the area, the reservations had been made for two rooms on Friday and Saturday nights, with the possibility of an extra night depending on the business situation.  From the way things had gone on Saturday, the scheduled meeting for Sunday would basically be a handshake on the verbal contract that would be followed with a written in the next week or so, concluding with a nice luncheon and then bidding each other a fond farewell.  As it was time to call the main desk to tell them they'd be checking out or staying another night, Mrs. Daniels didn't make the decision as she'd normally do, but instead deferred to Tyson by asking "Should we ............................do you want to stay over another night?"  Confident that he had her right in the palm of his hand, Tyson replied "Well, we pretty much got business wrapped up here but the accommodations are great and food is fantastic!  If'n we do stay, let me warn ya ...............................I intend to make you scream by fucking you up that stuck up ass of yours!  So, you can make the decision to stay or not!"  Seconds later, Tyson watched as Mrs. Daniels picked up the phone and dialed for the front desk, the she advised "Front desk?  Yes, this is Mrs. Daniels .....................................we'll be extending our stay for another night!" 

The Sunday morning meeting went exactly as expected, followed by a nice lunch, then the cordial goodbyes.  Once they were back in the hotel room, Tyson could see Mrs. Daniels fidgeting a bit, wondering if and when his promise to bugger her would come.  Knowing that she was fully under his control at this point, Tyson growled "What are ya waiting fer, bitch!  Git outta them clothes and up on the bed ..........................on all fours ........................cause I's gonna fuck that ass of yers good!"  Tyson watched as she looked down to the floor as she stepped out of her heels and began getting out of her business suit.  With her up on all fours on the bed, Tyson could see her crook her neck back to watch as he got out of his suit.  Once out of his clothes, Tyson put on a show for the bitch panting on the king-sized bed, taking the barrel of his jutting cock in hand, shucking it to even stiffer firmness.  Moving towards the bed with cock in hand, he growled out "Git ready, bitch ..........................cause I's gonna rip ya a new asshole!"

As he knelt up on the bed, causing the mattress to sag under his weight, Tyson smiled widely as mature beauty was starting to freak out as she panted "Please ....................please be gentle .................I'm scared!"  'Whack!' was the sound of the loud slap he gave her on the ass, followed by a gruff "Shudafuckup, bitch!"  Shuffling up some with cock in hand, he pressed the fleshy dome of his rigid boner up against her tight little asshole.  Cockhead still pressed up against her to keep it in place, Tyson then reached forward with both hands to get a good grip on her trim hips.  Then, with further adieu, he rammed on forward up into her tight little ass and he was rewarded with "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww .......................ohhhhhhhhhhhhh .........................ahhhhhhhhh .................it hurts .....................oh, it hurtssssss so baddddddddd!"  With half his cock up her tender ass, Tyson reared on back once again, slamming himself forward once again and this time burying his boner all the way up into her rectum.  Tyson knew that all she felt was pain, wanting to keep it that way for her to remember him by, then he proceeded to shag her ass and would keep it up until he gave her a nice hot enema.

Sheila winced from the pain in her ass as she tried to get dressed for dinner, though she would have preferred to just rest and recuperate, but her young demanding 'master' was hungry for a lobster dinner.  Prior to their leaving the room, Sheila was instructed by Tyson to 'text her husband, telling him 'Call me at 9 p.m. as I should be available then!'  At the end of the meal, Sheila looked at the dinner tab that was much higher than the norm, for Tyson had started off with cocktails and then the most expensive dish on the menu to be followed by dessert along with after dinner drinks.  Having given the waiter her credit card, Sheila was puzzled as to why Tyson had made her text her husband earlier, then listened as Tyson told her what he expected of her when they got back to the room.     

Back up in their hotel suite, as the intimate kiss ended with the young stud grabbing her ass, Sheila panted for breath as she went to get the cell phone ringing in her purse.  "Hi, honey!  Thanks for calling ...................perfect timing as I done with dinner!  Oh, you got the painting samples .......................honey, I was thinking ..........................you've got a great eye on colors ....................let's just go with the blue paint that caught your eye yesterday!" was the beginning of the conversation with her husband, who naturally was quite taken by the sweet tone of her voice and her calling him 'honey'.  All this change was due to Tyson's instructions to her over dinner, and now she was looking at the young man who was making some hand signals for what she was to do next.  While still conversing sweetly on the phone, Sheila got down on her knees as being instructed, swallowing deeply as her young 'master' stepped towards her while unzipping the front of his pants.  Then she saw him silently signaling to her as to what she was to do next .................................lick his cock while talking to her husband on the phone!

Two things were instilled in mind over dinner, that she had to be pleasant throughout the phone conversation with her husband, to remain on the phone till Tyson gave her the signal at which time she was to tell her husband 'I love you!'  Sheila had no idea as to what Tyson had in mind, daring not question the reason for fear of upsetting him, but she told herself that she must obey his orders.  Looking up and seeing the smile on the young man's face, Sheila realized that the devious bastard was getting his kicks hearing her talk nicely to her husband on the phone, all while down on her knees and licking at his erection.  Seeing the flaring of his pisshole, sticking her pointed tongue out to lap at it, Sheila then saw the pumping action of his cock fisting speeding on up.  As it thick bulb was not being pushed between her lips to suck on it while she conversed with her husband, she then realized that the young bastard was intent on shooting off in her face while she was on the phone call.         

Humiliated beyond belief, Sheila could not believe that she was allowing this to happen, yet here she was knelling on the floor while talking to her husband on the phone.  Still in her heels and dressed nicely in the business attire that she had worn to to the classy restaurant for dinner, she looked up at the young man who had put her in her place.  The sudden gush of hot goo hitting her square in the face had made her gasp loudly, to which her husband inquired if she was okay, at which time Sheila saw the signal given to her that she could bring the phone call to an end.  Sheila continued looking up to see even more of the hot white cream spurting out at her, and then she responded on the phone with "Oh, I'm fine ..............just wasn't full prepared ....................the SPA was still open so I'm having a facial!  I love you, honey!  I'll see you tomorrow!"  Slapped hard on the face by the thick fleshy cudgel that was wielded by the young man, Sheila remained kneeling there was that fleshy stick was now being used like a paint brush on her face, spreading the slimy goo all about, and then she was told to lick it clean.      

Back at work that following Monday, still at his desk and certainly not fired, Tyson had earlier seen Mrs. Daniels talking with some of the bosses and then later saw her entering her office and closing the door behind her.  With his fellow workers all at their desks, Tyson figured that it'd be good time to test his power over 'the bitch of a boss' as referred to by all his co-workers.  Holding his cell phone beneath his desk, he then sent Mrs. Daniels a text message, telling her to come to the door and gruffly call for him.  Moments later, the door to Mrs. Daniels' office open, and in accordance to the text message she gruffly announced for all to hear "Tyson .......................I need to see you in my office!"  "Oh-oh, nice knowing ya, buddy!" a nearby co-worker advised, which was followed by a lot of chuckling from others nearby.  "Nah, don't worry guys, she jist wants to suck my dick!" Tyson quipped as he headed towards their bitchy boss, who was standing at her doorway waiting for him with a stern look on her face.

With his coworkers' eyes all focused towards the boss's office, they saw Mrs. Daniels step aside to allow Tyson to enter, then they observed the door being closed.  What took place in the office immediately after went unseen, that of Mrs. Daniels dropping down to her knees to undo the front of Tyson's pants.  Her manicured fingers then made their way into the opening, searching for the opening in his jockeys to grab hold of his hardening penis, then fished it on out into the open.  As per the instructions on the text message she had received, Mrs. Daniels immediately mouthed the fleshy dome, closing her lips around the rim, then used the tip of her tongue to tease at the flaring pisshole.  Soon Tyson's thick fingers were wound about in her long silky hair and he began to literally fuck her face, with no intent of letting up till he popped his nuts off in her mouth.  Tyson's coworkers all looked up when the door to Mrs. Daniels' office reopened, with Tyson closing the door upon his exit, and their eyes were on their coworker as he returned to his desk.  "What happened?" one guy asked, to which Tyson merely replied "Ahhh ..................she jist wanted to git down on her knees and suck my cock off!"  That had everyone getting a good laugh, not realizing that Tyson had just spoken the truth as he had just gotten a fantatsic blowjob from Mrs. Daniels.

Tyson knew that he had his bitchy lady boss under his thumb at this point, that she couldn't do without his dick, and that she'd do whatever it took to keep him interested in her.  'Now to cinch the deal ......................make her desperate so that she'll do any fuck'n thing I's ask of her to do!' he figured, trying to decide as to the next step in which to degrade and humiliate her further, all while in his presence.   Thinking it over some, Tyson smiled at the idea he had come up with, then made the call to his bookie to see if he was game wiping off his losses in exchange for some nookie.  Having secretly taken a short video of Sheila Daniels the other day, while she was chastising an underling, Tyson sent it over to his bookie knowing that he'd just love putting a bitch like that in her place.  Once that deal was set, Tyson sent a text message to to his 'bitch', telling her 'Drinks after work Friday night ...................and tell hubby not to wait up !"   

Late Friday afternoon, Tyson emailed his boss to give her address of the bar where they were to meet, a location miles away where there was a motel adjacent to the parking lot of the bar.  In his email to Mrs. Daniels, Tyson made it seem as if he was thinking of her reputation, saying 'Best for you to meet me there!  That way no one will see us together and gossip won't spread!'  With a reservation made at the motel and key in hand, it would be just a minute's walk from the bar to the motel room, and Tyson's bookie would already be bat the bar and waiting for his signal before joining them in the booth.  Malcolm James was his bookie, a big muscular black dude who stood some 6'4" tall and weighed some 285 lbs, looking meaner than the worst thug you'd ever meet up in a back alley.  Tyson wanted to see the look on Mrs. Daniels' face when she learned that she was too be 'nice' to his bookie in exchange who would then be writing off the losses incurred on the bets recently placed. 

As they were finishing their first drink in the booth, Tyson held up a motel room key and told an excited Sheila Daniels that "I's rented a motel room at the No-tel Motel located right across the bar's parking lot.  His holding up the motel room key was the signal for Malcolm Johns to come on over to their booth and join them for a drink.  Introductions were made and they were enjoying a drink together, with Tyson purposely holding his boss's petite hand under the table, for he wanted to feel her trembling when told that she was to be 'nice' to his bookie.  And with Malcolm just a real ugly bastard, her fear and disgust would easily be detected, at which time Tyson planned on pulling her hand over to the bulge in his pants and then leaning over to whisper in her ear that "I's gitting real excited at the thought of seeing ya and Malcolm together ....................in bed .................sucking and fucking!"   

As they exited the bar to make their way across the parking lot to the motel, Tyson smiled widely and nodded his approval, for the trembling Mrs. Daniels turned to look towards him as Mr. Johns had put his hand around her trim waist to pull her to him and was obviously feeling her up as they walked.  As they neared the motel, Tyson proceeded ahead with key in hand, opening the door for the unlikely couple to enter, then followed and closed the door behind of him.  The small refrigerator had been filled with beer ahead of time, from which Tyson retrieved two bottles for he and Malcolm to enjoy, while a nervous Sheila Daniels began taking off the business outfit that she wore.  "Damn, Tyson ..........................yer purty boss must sure like ya alot ...............................doing this to cover yer gambling losses!" Malcolm commented, loud enough for Sheila to hear as she turned to glare at him while she stepped out of her heels.   

Smiling in return, whispering over to his bookie who put down his beer and stood up from his chair, then Tyson told the heavily panting and now naked Mrs. Daniels "It'd sure be a turn on fer me to see ya helping Malcolm here git out of his clothing, then ya gitting on her knees to lick his big black dick!"  A moment later, with Malcolm bare chested and his pants being undone, Tyson watched as his boss pulled down his bookie's pants, then she was down on her knees reaching up to pull down the black bull's jockeys.  Tyson saw his bookie's cock swing upwards upon being released, nearly hitting Mrs. Daniels right in the face, then her manicured fingers were gripping the swollen muscle as his boss turned to look for his approval.  Tyson smiled and gave her a nod 'yes', then his superior turned back to the task she had been performing, bending on forward with lips open to take the black bull's throbbing cock into her mouth. 

After several minutes of Mrs. Daniels down on her knees licking and sucking on Malcolm's dick, Tyson told his boss "Okay, now git on up and take Malcolm to the bed and continue sucking him there!  It's really turning me on watching ya suck his cock ........................and when I's tell ya ......................I want ya to straddle his cock ride him ....................cause I's gonna butt fuck ya at the same time!"  A moment later, Malcolm was resting his head in his hand watching as Mrs. Daniels went about sucking on his dick, at which time Malcolm advised "Shit, Tyson ........................now I's seen it all!  Yer boss is yer bitch and does anything to cover yer losses!"  "Yeah, gotta admit ................she's the best fuck'n boss ...................ever!" Tyson responded, then addressed his boss with "Time to git up in the saddle, Mrs. Daniels ............................cause I's got myself a fuck'n hardon and wanna shove it up yer ass!"

It was 2:30 a.m. when Sheila parked her car in the garage and used the remote to close the door behind of her, remaining in her car and just sitting there to compose herself, recalling how wonderful it was to have her young lover skewering his cock up into her ass while she fucked herself on his bookie's cock!  Most of all, she loved it bast the last hour, after Mr. James had departed to leave them alone in the motel room ...............................at which time Tyson ordered her up on the bed, on all fours so he could fuck her like a bitch!"  Closing her eyes, Sheila recalled how she began creaming when the young stud rubbed his bloated cockhead up against her pulsating snatch, and then when he slid his cock up into her ...................................she had the orgasm of all orgasms as it rocked her entire body.  In summary, it had all been worth the while for Sheila as she eventually got to be alone with her young lover in the end, and she knew very well that she'd do whatever it took to keep Tyson interested in her in the future.  She was hooked on Tyson's big black cock, dreamed about it in her sleep, and couldn't stop dreaming and creaming about in the daytime.

That following week, Sheila had itch in her pussy sated twice, each on a supposed ride-along with the young black stud.  A one hour stop at a motel across town and Sheila got the fucking that she needed so bad, but she long for more time with Tyson and was now looking forward to Friday night as he had whispered to her following the staff meeting "Meet me for drinks after work Friday .....same place and time!"  She had wanted to inquire if it'd be just them alone this time, but off he had gone and she couldn't chase after him without people in the office noticing.  Sheila was hopeful that Friday night, meeting up with Tyson at the bar, but as she feared they were soon joined in the booth by another man.  The man's name was actually 'John', who extended his hand out to her, saying "I'm John ..............................and I'm gonna have the pleasure of being yer very first 'John'!"

Seeing $500 exchange hands, Sheila snuggled up to Tyson and whispered "I'll give you the money .....................the $500 ..........................don't sell me to him!"  But soon they were in the motel room across the way, with the fellow named 'John' taking his time undressing her and running his hands all over her body.  Naked on the bed and joined there by the naked 'John', the paying customer exclaimed to her "Damn ....................I's couldn't pass up being yer first 'John'!"  As 'John' proceeded to trace the length of her slit with his stiff bloated cock, she panted out "Tyson ...............please ..................I don't want to have sex with him ..........................only with you!"  To her dismay, Sheila heard Tyson's reply "But I really enjoy seeing ya with other guys, Mrs. Daniels!  It really turns me on!"  "Oh, Goddddddddddddddddddddd ...........................................ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she squealed out as 'John' slid his big black boner up into her.        

Two hours later, given a nice tip by her first paying 'John', Sheila was happy as Tyson began shedding his clothes as it was time for them to be alone together.  Then she was getting the fucking that she desperately needed, the kind of fucking that only Tyson could give her.  "Oh, Tyson ..................ohhhhhhhh ...............................give it to me ............................good and hardddddddddddd!" she panted out as the young stud buried his bone all the way in inside of her.  "Oh, yes ......................................yes ................................yesssssssssss!  Oh, so good ............................so good .............................oh, keep fucking me!" Sheila wailed out as Tyson pumped in and out of her sloppy cunt.  This is what Sheila had been craving since their last quickie during the week, all that she could think about during the business day and in bed at night.     

Suddenly her young stud stopped mid-stroke in her cunny, causing Sheila to clutch at his asscheeks in an attempt to pull him back in all the way, and she then panted out "Why are you stopping?  Don't stop ..........................don't stop fucking me .............................keep on fucking me!"  Unbeknownst to Sheila, the devious Tyson had set up several hidden camcorders to record all the events that started when the motion detector kicked things on with the opening of the motel room door.  This was the insurance policy in the future for Tyson should he ever need it to keep her in line and to continue to do his bidding.  Told that he'd continue the fuck that she needed so badly but only if she told him what he wanted to hear.  Upon hearing each question being whispered in her ear, Sheila panted out loudly "Yes ........................yes ................I'm a bitch .........................I'm your bitch!";  "Yes ..................you can pimp me out again ..............................like you did tonight ...........................anytime you want!"; "I'll fuck your bookie again ..............................like I did last week!  I'll pay off your debts with my body!"      

As she knew her place and didn't give him any lip, after meeting up at a distant bar, Tyson would tell her "Let's get in your car and go!" for now she was basically his chauffeur and taking him wherever he wanted to go to.  After work on this Friday night, at the bar they'd frequent a distance from the work place, Tyson advised "Finish your drink and let's get going!  I want you to meet someone important!"  Following the directions that he gave her, Tyson knew that this was unfamiliar territory to the uppity bitch, for this was always referred to as 'the other side of the tracks'!  Car stopped and parked where he instructed her to go to, Tyson advised "Okay, this is it!  Let's go in as I want you to meet someone important!  I called him earlier, so he's expecting us!"  Tyson had called Jake Johns ('Tiny') earlier, telling him that he had a surprise for him ..................something special for having taken care of that asshole  giving him a hard time the other week!  'Tiny' was not all there in the head, a retard as some would phrase it, but he was a friend with muscle to have when needed and the guy was loyal to you to the end.      

Tyson wanted to laugh aloud as his bitch of a boss was visibly trembling with fear at the sight and size of 'Tiny", at which time he advised "My pal Jake helped me out of a jam, so I'd like ya to be real 'nice' to him tonight!"  Having told 'Tiny how to dress for their arrival, with just the skimpiest of jockey shorts available, the look on Mrs. Daniels' face was just priceless, and she knew what it meant of being 'nice' to his friend!  Her hand clutching onto his arm, fingers digging into his flesh, told Tyson just how scared she was of taking on 'Tiny', which only served to give Tyson a raging hardon at the thought of watching them getting it on together.  As she gripped his arm even tighter, Tyson could feel her trembling with fear, then told her "Go and sit on 'Tiny's' thigh ................and he'll really like it if you start milking that whopping monster that's hanging down between his legs!"

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