This is part 4 of a series.
In my last post, I just told my husband that I have a new
bull, but not who the new man was. I let him reclaim me, and fell asleep
without telling him anything else.
I woke up before my husband, and discovered I had work email notifications. My boss had moved our lunch meeting up to just before the start of my first class. If I start right away, I can almost do my routine and still be there on time.
Almost. I have no time to spare, and husband wakes up and comes into the bathroom. He obviously needs attention. Most cuckolds get a lot of angst when their partner finds someone that they have strong new relationship energy with. Mine was no exception, and he was pouting that I would not share more information with him. I am usually gentle with him, and if I did not have a surprise meeting, I would entertain his fantasies.
Part of my mind considers whether my boss is doing this as a power trip, and I think I already know the answer. I tune back into husband telling me how I need to pay attention to him, while I’m
trying to do my makeup.
Like I said, I am usually gentle with him. Today, I am not.
I turn on him and flick him hard on the head of his exposed cock and tell him to fuck off. I’m not sure if he’s more anguished by the flick on the dick, or by the rejection. I pause to read him quickly and see the cuckold angst boiling in him. I’m ice to him and ignore his advances as I finish getting ready. Dressing is quick, my second-best sexy bra and panty set with a casual sundress and strappy heels.
Husband is pouting by the door as I am getting ready to go. We argue, and I can tell his feelings are
hurt. In my heart I’m torn – I know he savors this angst, but I love him and want him to be happy. We sort of make-up, but don’t have time to really make it right. A couple hurried kisses and I am in my car, heading to work with my coffee. I’ll regret that I did not do more here, later.
I try to straighten myself out and get ready for work.
My boss has basically taken over my life – my once cushy academic job where everyone left the shy newish professor alone is gone. When the new provost dean started his position with the
college, he started a full audit. He picked me to start with. I’m not sure if he forced himself on me, or I
let him take me that first time in his office.
That was the first time he took video of me. He met me in my class and took more video of my
teaching as part of his audit, and more video when he fucked me again the next day. Now he has pulled me away from my husband, just after I shared that I have a new ‘friend.’
I get my head in the game and realize that it’s Friday, and Monday is Labor Day. A three-day weekend at the start of the semester is always so nice, and I would connect with husband then and ease his angst.
I didn’t quite leave enough time, so I was (of course) late to my meeting with my boss.
It turns out that it was not just my boss. It was my boss, the president of the college, my union rep, and human resources.
I look around the table, and decide that I’m probably being fired. The first immediate, hugely intrusive thought is of the spliced reel of my professional shots and sucking my boss’ cock, and I go beet red and start stammering.
No, I’m assured, the purpose of this meeting is a pleasant one. I am being offered a promotion. Instead of teaching this semester, I am being asked to join the administrative team. It would be more money, more boxes checked on my resume, and a lot more, different work. I needed to start right
away though, as this position directly supported the audit team, and I would have no direct reports or responsibilities beyond what he tasked me with. I feel my boss’ eyes on me as I smile at the
president of the college – a man who I deeply respect – and say I would need some time to consider it. I flick my eyes at my boss, and his stare says all I need to know.
If I say yes, I will be his whenever I am working. If I say no, well… the college is downsizing,
and he has a lot of dirt on me now. I’ll be out of a job, with or without my reputation intact. His stare tells me that how it will go is entirely up to me.
I think of my sore, cuck husband at home for a moment, and then yield to my boss again.
I say yes, and yes I can start right away, if there is someone to take my classes. I feel myself getting wet again, and blushing. I keep yielding to my boss as he advances on me, and I am both wildly uncomfortable and wildly turned on with how he keeps forcing the issue. I’ve known the man for three days, and he has already had me more than my husband has in the past year.
And now I will be working directly for him…
I’m snapped back to reality by what my boss says next. My tickets are booked for D.C. tonight – I’m traveling with my boss to home office to recover some critical files and equipment for the audit. The audit is not going well, you see, and some extra work might be necessary to pull us through the weeds.
The way my boss talked to me so professionally felt grimy as he explained to the entire room that they would be in D.C. together for the weekend. I wore the wrong panties for this, and worried about what would happen when I stood up to leave.
If you’ve read these stories, you know I’m not shy but I do blush and embarrass easily. I can’t imagine how red my face is as I agree to a weekend vacation with my boss, and with polite excitement and interest thank him for offering me this opportunity, and how I won’t let him down. I stand, shake his hand, and go to leave but he stops me. The rest of the group starts to disperse, and he pulls me aside to speak quietly. His hand is on my shoulder, and suddenly I feel like a cornered deer – and I melt.
He tells me something about leaving now – traffic and construction, checking in at the airport, plus boarding times and security clearance, we would be leaving shortly to catch our flight. Everything
happened so quickly around me, I could only think of the practical logistics – can I go pack an overnight bag at least, what about my car, my husband, my dog? I try to ask questions, but he won’t let me say anything to the contrary.
When massive changes happen on the turn of a moment, it’s hard to keep your bearings. I was so flustered in that moment. I expected to go to a strategy meeting, found out it was important, thought I was getting fired, and found out I was getting a promotion instead, and now was getting ready to travel with my boss across the country for the long weekend with no notice – all in the
span of twenty minutes. I should be in class, teaching my students!
The provost sees the panic rising in my eyes, and I suddenly realize the depth of control this man has taken over my life. I panic as I realize that what I expected to be a flirty, fun, naughty office romance is
something else entirely. This man has claimed me with his cock, taken away my ability to fight back against him professionally, and has changed my daily job to essentially be his ‘assistant.’ And now he is making me travel for the long weekend while my sore, cucked hubby waits at home.
I’m so far past my comfort zone. I’m addicted to it, and can’t stop.
I hate myself a little bit that I am so wet to go give myself to this man for the long weekend. I hate that he pulled all these strings in my life. I hate his control – and need it. I need a man to
control and influence me like this, and I hate that I want it so intensely.
As my dream of a long weekend satisfying my boy’s cucklust and taking it easy vanishes from sight, I leave the meeting and head to my office. I feel like my mind is quicksand as everything is changing around me, and I need to take a few minutes to collect myself.
He is polite, I guess, and waits a few minutes before I hear the knock at the door. I’m still trying to text husband that his subby weekend fantasy will have to wait when I see the now familiar shadow through
the frosted pane.
He doesn’t wait and lets himself into my office. He closes and locks the door behind him, and he stands in the doorway for a minute, just watching me. I try to say a dozen things at once, and just
stammer, blush, and start crying.
I’m frustrated, pissed, horny, tired, and miss my home, and do not want to travel this weekend. I’m a messy crier, so I quickly and completely fuck up my makeup. He doesn’t soften toward me at all. There’s something predatory about him that caught my eye at the start, and its showing right now.
He watches me cry with interest, but of a different kind. I know that he has a lot of interest in power and control, but this is the first time I felt his sadism.
I know it’s disgusting, but his presence let me lean into my feelings. I cried it out while he watched, apparently enjoying my frustration. After a few minutes of crying, I feel better. He doesn’t do anything but watch the whole time and offer me a handkerchief after to clean my face. As I reach up to take the handkerchief from his hand, I looked up into his camera again.
He flips the phone over, and shows me a picutre of my puffy, red, swollen messy face, with my makeup all smudged. He flipped to the prior photo album, the one of me getting face fucked by his (huge, delicious) cock. The makeup and redness weren’t that different – for some reason the juxtaposition is enough to make me giggle in the moment, and I am okay again.
He waits to be sure I’m OK, and then says that his car is downstairs and he will drive us to the airport once I’m ready to move. We’re going to take a quick stop at his house, then my house to get essentials. His car is expensive and fancy, and he lives just a few minutes from the college in a small but fancy townhouse.
I get a glimpse of what my boss’ life is like outside the college for the first time.
His decorations are minimalist, and his color scheme deep, masculine – mahogany, oak, russet, smoke and seafoam. It feels austere, that barely lived in feel of a new house or apartment. He doesn’t wait, and pushes me against the door as soon as I’minside.
In six seconds, my dress is up, and he is in me from behind. He goes slow this time, thankfully – he is much bigger than my husband, and much more than I am used to. I’m already sore and feel it as he pushes deeper. He doesn’t stay inside me long, but pulls out and guides my mouth to his cock. I clean myself from him, and taste his precum. Again, he slaps my face with his cock. The heavy, meaty whack against my face jolts me, disorients me a little more, and makes me feel submissive. I’m coming to like it more and more.
He wants his cum in my mouth, in my pussy, when he meets my husband for the first time. He wants to bring me to my house in his car, with my pussy seeded, cockslapped after so my face is messy, and this, and that, and more. Soon I just hear his voice talking to me as I relax my body, open
my throat and let him take me again however he wants.
He fucks me. He fills me. He slaps my face with his wet, red cock. He takes my panties and throws them on a table, and tells me I belong to him now, and I won’t need these. Cock-drunk, cum-high, I can’t say much as he gathers some things, puts his things in a travel suitcase, and tells me to get back in his car.
Soon, we are at my house, but my husband is not home. I’m not sure whether I am happy or sad about this. As I’m standing in my bedroom, trying to call my husband, my boss walks in behind me.
He listens as my husband picks up, listens as we talk, listens as my husband gets upset that I am going on a business trip, listens as I try to smooth it over and fail, listens as I try to explain without giving
away the game, listens as I don’t talk about the other, real reasons I am traveling this weekend with my boss.
I can see that my boss likes that I am lying to my husband about it, and I like his interest. Another wild, cruel, sadistic urge rises up in me, and I choose to use this moment to hurt my husband in front of my
bull. Emphatically, angrily, I tell him that I am going out to get fucked in D.C. this weekend, and that he needs to deal with being a cuckold, since this is what he wanted.
My bull’s cum is all over my face, leaking out of me, as he listens to me yell at my husband that this is what he wanted, so he better get on the fucking stick and deal with getting what he wants.
Pissed, angry, horny… and tired… I go to the bathroom to gather my things, and hear my voice playing back from the bedroom. I hear how I sound when I tell my husband I am going to go get fucked, and I bite my lower lip.
Too late now… we have a plane to catch, and D.C.awaits…
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