OWNING BETH

I work as a secretary for a large investment firm in New 
York. My name is Beth and I'm thirty four. Been married 
to a wonderful guy for six years. 

One of the girls, at work, wanted to celebrate her 
birthday. She invited me and some of the other girls, 
for a drink at the little bar not far from our office 
after work. I'd intended to have one drink then make my 
excuse and leave but, for the first time in a long time, 
I felt relaxed. I was having a good time.

I excused myself and walked outside to make a call on my 
cell phone. I   wanted to let my husband know that I 
would be late. He wasn't too pleased and became 
unreasonable. Irritated by his vile mood I cursed him 
and slammed the phone down.

"That's not the way to treat an innocent piece of 
equipment, Beth!"

 A deep voice, I would have recognized anywhere, 
whispered from behind me. "You!" I exclaimed, my voice 
sounding strange, as if I was hearing some other woman 
talking. 

My stomach lurched followed by a sinking feeling. My 
heart seemed to stop beating. I felt my toes curl. I 
started to perspire. I was having trouble breathing. 
Through my mind an image flashed of the way his thick 
penis had twitched, as he'd held it while urinating.

A week earlier the plumbing in the men's room had 
flooded and the men had to use our toilet. They were 
supposed to pin a sign on the door, if they were using 
it, but my boss must have forgotten because he was 
standing urinating, with the cubicle door open, when I'd 
walked in. 

I could not help but look as the biggest cock I'd ever 
seen blasted its content into the bowl. He'd turned his 
head and looked at me and had made no effort to hide 
what he was doing. When he finished he gave his cock a 
couple of shakes then used a sheet of toilet paper to 
dry it. 

He stroked it a couple of time and it grew and grew till 
it stuck out like a flagpole pointing at me. He was 
grinning evilly as he slowly put it away and calmly 
washed his hand before leaving the room. 

On the way out he casually pressed his hand against my 
sex and I collapsed against the wall as an orgasm swept 
through me. I'd had no idea that I'd been so turned-on 
by the sight of his man's penis.. From that day I was a 
wreck and kept blushing fiercely every time I saw my 
boss and he knew it and would smile knowingly.

So there I was in the Bar with only my boss in the 
passage. Before I could turn around he pressed his body 
against my back and pinned me against the wall. I could 
clearly feel his erection pressing against my buttocks. 
His hands held my hips so that I couldn't pull away. My 
breath caught in my throat. The head of his hard penis 
wedged itself between my buttocks. It pressed hard 
against my anus.

Because it was so hot, at work due to faulty air-
conditioning system, I was wearing only a dress and a 
tiny g-string. I'd taken my jacket off, after entering 
the pub. It felt as if there was nothing between us as 
the bulbous crown slowly moved up and down the cleavage, 
between my bum cheeks. I nearly passed out when I 
realized that the only way it could do this was if it 
was sticking out of his trousers.

His hands gripped my breasts. His fingers closed around 
my nipples, fingernails digging into the puckered flesh. 
The resulting pain was sharp and searing but strangely 
welcome; I gasped as it thundered through my body and 
came to rest between my legs. My pussy began to throb 
and I felt moisture begin to ooze out of my pussy.

My worst fears had come true I was alone with him and 
completely helpless. I was shocked rigid, that the man 
could be so brazen in a public place. I froze unable to 
move.

I should explain. My boss, who is black I might add and 
old enough to be my father, is very handsome and sexy. 
He's divorced and a letch and had been after me for ages 
but I'd always managed to keep him at arms' length.

 However the sight of his huge black cock had haunted my 
dreams ever since I'd seen it and now I was trapped 
alone with my nemesis. We were in a short passage, 
leading to the lavatories. I knew that at any moment 
someone could make their way to the toilets and see us. 
I silently prayed that no one would come while, at the 
same time, hoping that one of the girls would need to go 
pee. I figured that I could escape the man's clutches 
without too much fuss.

Sensing that I was helpless he became bolder. He kissed 
the nape of my neck. The touch of his lips caused the 
short hairs to stand up. A shiver sped down my spine. 
One of his hands lifted up the back of my short skirt. 
The only garment protecting my pussy was my tiny g-
string. The thong had been swallowed in the cleavage of 
my bottom, leaving my buttocks naked as I wasn't wearing 
anything on my legs.

I might have been in shock but my pussy was already 
reacting to his presence. I felt a bit of moisture 
between my legs. One of his hands slipped inside the 
front triangle, of my g-string. I felt the tips of his 
fingers slide easily along the slit of my pussy, making 
me realize just how wet I already was. His naked 
erection never stopped pressing between my ass cheeks 
almost as if he was trying to penetrate my smaller 
orifice, through my garment. 

Despite my efforts to stifle it a deep-throated moan of 
pure pleasure came from my open lips as delicious 
tremors of exquisite ecstasy swept through my body. A 
finger located my clitoris and started to strum it into 
a vibrating hardness, adding another dimension to my 
arousal. 

His tongue licked my ear lobe, one of my most sensitive 
erogenous zones. I felt my stomach knotting and my very 
wet pussy tingling wildly as overwhelming arousal 
flooded through my lower body.

Though my mind was scrambled, by conflicting emotions, I 
realized that he must have followed us and been waiting 
for this opportunity. I shivered with fear. I wondered 
how I could get out of the situation. I didn't know it 
for certain then but it was already too late!

He easily steered me into the men's room. The door, of 
the cubicle, had hardly closed behind us before he 
pushed me against the toilet. His eyes were hard, bright 
and cruel and completely mesmerizing. I started to 
protest but his mouth covered mine, smothering the 
words. 

His tongue dug deeply inside my mouth. I soon discovered 
how powerless I was against his strength, boldness and 
my own swift arousal. The hot burning in my pussy was so 
intense that it was almost painful.

He pulled my short skirt up to my waist. His mouth was 
still covering mine allowing no sound to escape. His 
hands slipped up my naked thighs leaving a trail of 
goose bumps on the skin. His upper body pinned me as he 
held his hips away from mine so that his hand could more 
easily slip under the flimsy triangle of material. 

His fingers combed through the curly tangle of my pubic 
hair. The other hand cupped one of my bare buttocks. His 
strong fingers kneaded the flesh, as if it was dough. 
Fingertips parted my pussy lips.

 His middle finger slipped all the way into my wetness, 
adding even more heat to my arousal. I felt my 
treacherous vaginal muscles swiftly clamping around his 
finger, as if to make sure it stayed wedged inside my 
wetness.

In a last ditch effort I tried to wriggle away. I tried 
to protest, once again, but his tongue was deep inside 
my mouth stifling any sounds. My strength vanished when 
his thumb found the tip of my clitoris and teased it 
expertly. 

I gasped into his mouth. I felt my taut body responding 
wildly to his expert touch. My love button was fully 
engorged and vibrating as he strummed it. My hands, of 
their own accord, gripped his shoulders. I felt an 
orgasm begin to swiftly rumble to life, somewhere in the 
depth of my womb.

 I couldn't remember ever having been so quickly 
aroused. He slipped another thick finger inside my 
quivering pussy, while his thumb continued playing with 
my clitoris. I was shocked, to the core, when I realized 
that the loud squelching sounds were coming from my 
pussy. It was incredibly wet from being fingered by a 
man who was not my husband and who I had no respect for.

Suddenly I began to cum and couldn't control my body and 
had to clutch him for support. My orgasm lasted for a 
long time as my vagina gripped his fingers like a fist. 
My clitoris was vibrating and the squelching sounds were 
even louder. Love juices were sluicing out of my vagina 
as if I was peeing and coating his fingers and palm.

The man had managed to make me climax, with his fingers, 
with consumed ease something no other man ever had 
before.

My orgasm began to fade and my body limply sagged. He 
removed his finger, from my dripping vagina. My legs 
were so shaky that, when I tried to stand unaided, I 
slid down and ended up sitting on the toilet. 

"You've been thinking about me since last week, haven't 
you, Beth?" 

My boss said as he knelt, next to me. "You've been 
thinking about my cock and how wonderful it would feel 
wedged inside that white married pussy of yours! I bet 
you could think of nothing else over the weekend, Mrs. 
Warner."

How did it know?

He slipped the top of my dress, down baring my breasts. 
I wasn't wearing a bra and his mouth clamped around one 
of my nipples and started sucking. His hands pulled my 
g-string all the way off. With the last obstruction out 
of the way his fingers were free to slip in and out of 
my wetness freely while his mouth never stopped sucking 
on my throbbing nipples, keeping my arousal at a high 
pitch.

Because some of the arousal had been a little doused, by 
the orgasm, I was able to think a little more clearly. I 
felt madly guilty that I'd allowed him to control me so 
easily. His use of my married name made me think of my 
husband and how beastly I'd been to him on the phone. 

Shamed by guilt I made another effort to extricate 
myself, from the dangerous situation. I managed to 
dredge up enough strength to get on all fours, intending 
to crawl away. It proved to be a mistake!

My short skirt was still bunched up around my waist and, 
without my g-string, my most intimate parts were 
completely exposed. His fingers gripped my hips and 
pulled them backward. My heavy breasts dangled so that 
the swollen nipples brushed against the floor. Reaching 
under me his hands cupped my orbs and kneaded them hard. 

He toyed with the hard nipples, rolling them between his 
thumbs and forefingers, until they felt as if they would 
explode. There was pain and there was pleasure and the 
two sensations blended into one. My nipples were very 
hard and throbbing wildly. The tips of his fingers dug 
into the elastic flesh as he pulled my breasts 
downwards.

My husband is a gentle lover and I'd always responded to 
his tenderness. Suddenly I realized that the forceful 
way this man was handling my body had awakened a dormant 
desire to be conquered by a virile man. I wanted him to 
dominate me and treat me like a slut.

I groaned with ecstasy as waves of exquisite pleasure 
raced through my body. My head sank down on my arms and 
my bottom rose in the air and I could feel the head of 
his black cock lodging between the damp lips of my labia 
being coated with my sex juices. 

Suddenly he thrust forward and lodged his rod deep into 
the heated moistness of my sex. I'd never been 
penetrated by such a huge cock before and I shrieked 
from the incredible pain of the initial brutal 
penetration. 

Fortunately it was swiftly replaced by incredible 
pleasure. Responding lewdly I rolled my bottom around 
massaging the pulsing flesh of his penile crown with my 
vaginal flesh, as it sank a little deeper inside me.

I'd never experienced anything like it. It felt as if a 
thick branch was invading my pussy, stretching it 
further than anything I'd ever envisaged. There was pain 
but there was also incredible pleasure. I also realized, 
to my dismay, that I was committing adultery!

I'd promised my husband, as a bride, that I would be 
faithful to him forever yet there I was, with another 
man's massive cock wedged deep inside my sex and loving 
the sensation. Guilt swept through me but strangely it 
added to my arousal, instead of dampening it.

Unaware of the emotional turmoil I was being subjected 
to my boss's hands freed my breasts and slid between my 
thighs. He stroked the lips of my wet labia and thumbed 
the hard and slippery button of my clitoris as he 
continued to press his cock deeper and deeper inside my 
pussy. 

He grunted with pleasure as I spread my thighs wide 
apart to make it easier for him to defile me. He pulled 
his cock back so that only the tip was still lodged 
between my sex lips. He gripped the base of his hard rod 
and rubbed it savagely up and down my pussy slit, 
lubricating the domed head with my copious sex juices. 

Without warning he slammed the head back between my sex 
lips, with a powerful thrust of his hips, driving the 
full length of his penis deep into my receptive vagina. 
I received his hard, throbbing black cock inside me with 
a howl of pain and ecstasy. My legs were jerking 
spasmodically as I felt the huge thickness of the shaft 
surge all the way up inside me, opening me up as I'd 
never been before.

 I never wanted it to stop. He skillfully used his 
considerable strength to pump his hard rod deep into me, 
again and again. He seemed to be striving to bury every 
inch of the hard cylinder of flesh deep into my 
receptive wetness. 

Reaching beneath my clenched bottom he dug his 
fingernails into my flesh, causing me to heave my bottom 
up with convulsive jerks, as he continued to spear his 
hard black cock into my pussy with short but very fierce 
strokes. The pain emanating from my lacerated buttocks 
blended with the ecstasy from my vagina.

I contracted the muscles of my vagina, squeezing his 
rod, as I felt the onset of another orgasm. All my 
senses and emotions were cantered on the thrusting rod 
inside my vagina. I felt shivers rippling up and down my 
spine. 

A sensation of hot, liquid heat bubbled deep inside my 
lower body. With an increased burst of energy my boss 
banged his pelvis against my bottom like a pile-driver. 
He was pumping his hard rod between the slippery walls 
of my vagina with shuddering thrusts causing my breasts 
to wobble all over the place.

I was fully complicit in my defilement as I heaved my 
ass up and down, grinding my pulsing pussy against him, 
squeezing his huge black shaft with my vaginal muscles. 
The pleasure was almost unbearable and, when it 
exploded, my huge orgasm was overwhelming. 

It flowed around the tumescent cock wedged so deep 
inside my vagina like a maelstrom. I was only vaguely 
aware that he was filling my pussy with his semen, at 
the same time. He kept his cock wedged all the way 
inside me and my pussy sucked up every drop of seed. 
Weak and dizzy, from the fierce climax, I collapsed on 
the floor and felt his cock slipping out of the sheath 
of my sex.

He knelt up as I struggled to sit up. My emotions were 
in turmoil but I knew one thing for certain. Something 
had happened to me and I knew that I'd given myself 
completely to him and now, in a way, belonged to him and 
would do whatever he wanted.

"Beth that was fantastic!" he said. 

"I knew from the moment I clapped eyes on you that you 
would turn out to be the most exciting woman I'd ever 
been with. From now on you're my property. I'm going to 
train you to become the best lover any man could hope 
for."

"Please don't! Please remember that I have a husband. I 
already feel so guilty that I've been so wicked."

"You are a married slut who's cuckolded her husband, 
Beth." He replied. 

"You've tasted pleasure and you will crave for more. My 
seed is filling your dirty married pussy, at this 
moment, my dear so you see you're mine and I intend to 
have you as often as I want!"

I started to stand up but he forced me to my knees as he 
ordered me to clean his cock with my tongue. I did as 
ordered. I took the semi-hard organ into my mouth and, 
using my tongue, cleaned it. 

Proudly I swallowed the combination of his sperm and my 
love juices. Strangely I felt privileged to be allowed 
to perform such an intimate act. I felt his sperm 
dribbling out of my vagina and trickling down the inside 
of my thighs. I think it was then that I realized that 
what he'd said was true. I was his to do whatever he 
wanted with.

Shakily I stood up. I started to wipe my pussy but he 
ordered me to stop and keep his sperm inside me so that 
I'd be reminded that I'd been conquered. Silently I got 
dressed. My emotions were in turmoil. I left first.

 Thankfully there wasn't anybody around to see me 
sneaking out of the men's room. On shaky legs I went 
back into the bar. I was intensely aware of the sticky 
sperm drying on my skin causing it to pucker. 

Fortunately the girls were too busy larking about to 
notice my flushed state. I sat there trying to sort out 
my emotions as I kept an eye out for my ravisher. 
Tremors continued pulsing inside my sex. I could feel 
that my clitoris was still swollen and ultra sensitive.

My boss must have gone out the back way because I didn't 
see him again, that evening. I felt as if I'd been 
abandoned. I prayed that he'd be waiting for me outside 
even if it meant having to debase myself again. He 
wasn't waiting. It's hard to describe my emotions as I 
made my way home.

My husband was angry, when I got home. How dared he when 
he'd neglected me for so long?

I told him to get lost and locked myself in the bedroom. 
I couldn't bear having him next to me. I'm sure that if 
he'd touched me I would have screamed. I took all my 
clothes off. I looked at myself in the mirror. My boobs 
were sore and I could see bruises on the inside of my 
thighs. My pussy was swollen and red-looking. I touched 
it and the lips flowered open. 

I could see sperm shining inside the open passage. I 
slipped my middle finger inside my vagina. When I 
brought it out it was gleaming with sperm. I lifted it 
to my mouth and used my tongue to lick it clean. 

As I swallowed another man's sperm I suddenly climaxed. 
It was so strong and so sudden that my legs gave way and 
I collapsed on the carpet. I squirmed and arched my 
back. My head was tossing from side to side. 

One hand was squeezing a breast as spasm after spasm 
welled up in my sex before flowing through the rest of 
my body finally fading and leaving me so exhausted that 
I fell asleep on the carpet. Throughout my orgasm my 
mind had been filled with images of my boss.

His words were not idle ones and my boss has indeed 
trained me to be his obedient slave. He decided that he 
was going to breed me and now I am about three months 
pregnant and starting to show.