Take an asshole over-achiever for a husband, one who always tells you
that you would be nowhere without him, add a large portion of desire to
prove him wrong, mix well, simmer for a while and you end up with a
mess.
I can't even remember why I married Don now. I suppose it had something
to do with his good looks, his confidence in himself, the way he kissed
and the way he made me feel at the time. But now my fondest wish is to
drive a stake through his fucking heart. Well, that's not really true,
but it is the way he makes me feel at times. Our plan was always to
get married and he would go off and make our fortune while I stayed
home and raised babies. It didn't work out that way. We tried for
years to have kids and could never get the job done. Don began to
accuse me of being infertile and he blamed me for the fact that he had
no son to carry on the family name. I didn't know if it was true or
not and I tried to get him to go in and get tested to see if the
problem was with him. That of course was a deliberate slap at his
manhood and he absolutely refused. After a year of being accused I
finally decided to find out on my own.
I love anal sex and Don loves to take me anally, but for reasons that I
have never understood he won't do me there unless he has a condom on.
I decided to use that against him. I waited until a night when we had
anal sex and when he had cum and pulled out I rolled over, took the
rubber off him, tied it off and then dropped it on the floor. After we
had finished making love I pretended to pick it up and go to the
bathroom and flush it away. The next morning I took it to my doctor
and he sent it into a lab to be tested and a few days later I found out
that Don's sperm count was so low that there was no way he could ever
father a child. Could I take the results and show them to him? No
fucking way Jose. So, since motherhood was out I decided that I might
as well go out and get a job and that's when the trouble started. "You
going to work? Don't be silly. What could you do, mop floors and
clean windows? No, you just stay home and take care of my house. We
don't need another bread winner in the family."
Never the less I did go out job hunting and I found a job on my first
day. I started out as a file clerk, took some night classes at the
community college, got moved up to secretary and by the end of three
years I was the office manager. Every step of the way Don demeaned my
accomplishments and it wasn't until later, much later that I realized
that every step I moved up in my job made him feel less and less of a
man. I kept getting promoted and even though he got periodic raises
and bonuses he was still in the job that he had started in. Add to
that his failure to produce an heir ate at him and I was the only one
he could vent on. The straw that broke the camels back was that I went
up for promotion to regional manager at the same time Don went up for
promotion to section manager. I got mine and he didn't get his. To
make matters worse I was now making more money than Don. From that
point on our relationship wasn't worth spit.
Don's attitude toward me gradually got me to the point where I hated to
be around him so I worked late, took weekend assignments, anything to
keep me from going home to be around him. This just gave him more
ammunition, "You think more of that damned job than you do of me" and,
unfortunately, by then he was right. His constant harping, backbiting
and insults finally got me to the point where I wanted to do something
to hurt him and hurt him bad. I didn't know it but opportunity was
ready to knock on the door.
My company was the target of a hostile takeover and when the dust
settled another company owned us. Then the inevitable happened and the
corporate hatchet men came in and started swinging. By the end of the
month the work force had been cut in half and almost all of upper
management was gone. I steeled myself for the axe and then suddenly it
was my turn to take the long walk down to the office at the end of the
hall. Mr. Randolph Hoover was ugly, fat, fifty, bald and black as the
ace of spades. He motioned me to sit down and then he looked down at
the file in front of him.
"I see from your file that you have come a long way since you hired in.
Would you consider yourself an ambitious person?"
"Of course. I had hoped to be the company's first female vice president
and eventually maybe even the CEO, but that was before you took over.
Right now I'm waiting to see if I even have a job anymore."
He looked down at the file again. "Can you make hard and sometimes even
distasteful decisions?"
I didn't understand what he might be getting at, but I knew what had to
be the answer to the question. "Of course I can. I can and will do
whatever is necessary."
He looked up from the file at me, "Can you now? Let's just see."
He got up and walked over to the door and locked it. He walked back and
stood in front of me, unzipped and pulled out his cock. It was soft
and it was still an inch or two bigger than Don is when he was hard.
It surprised the hell out of me - not just that he did it as much as
the size of his cock. He stood in front of me and said, "Distasteful
decision time. A one time offer - suck my cock and you keep the job
you have. If we get past that we can discuss what you can do for the
company that just may get you a vice presidency. Don't suck my cock
and you can leave with severance pay and a glowing letter of
recommendation. The choice is yours, but you need to make it now."
I looked at the monster cock slowly growing in front of my eyes and the
only thought that I had was that if I went home without a job I would
never hear the end of it from Don. I knew that was a stupid reason for
making a decision, but I would be damned if I would give him the
satisfaction. I looked up at the fat black man and said, "Let me know
when you are going to cum. I swallow, but I don't like to be
surprised."
"I think we are going to work well together," he said as my mouth opened
to take his cockhead. I didn't really give him a blow job. It was
more of a hand job with him cumming in my mouth - he was just too
damned big! When he told me he was cumming I forced another inch of
him in my mouth and then I gulped and swallowed trying to get every
drop. When I released him I looked up at him and smiled, "It will take
me sometime to get used to it, but I will deep throat you before we are
done."
For the next month I sucked that black cock two and sometimes three
times a day and while I never did deep throat him I did learn to relax
my jaw enough so that I could give him a decent enough blow job. Then
one day after he had sent his second load of the day down my throat he
asked me why I was doing it. "You only had to do it the one time. I
never said you had to do it whenever I wanted."
"True, but you never said I couldn't do it whenever I wanted."
"Would you like it some place besides your mouth?"
I went to my knees in front of him and took his limp cock in my mouth
and I got him hard again. Then I stood up and went to his desk,
stepped out of my panties and layed down on the desk and waited. I had
been both looking forward to doing this and dreading it at the same
time.
