Moving On Up

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.