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Cheryl's Tale By Cheryl
When I was offered a secretarial post in the factory where my husband Peter works, he wasn't too keen on the idea. He explained that Frank, his boss, was a real bastard and had only offered me the job because he fancied me. Secretly I thought Peter could be right - Frank's eyes had been all over me at the interview and I admit that I had played up to him a little, crossing and re-crossing my shapely legs and once stretchinc my arms out so he could clearly see the outline of my bra-less breasts. ?? The truth is I was flattered by the attention that Frank gave me. I'm Cheryl by the way and if my husband Peter had been able to give me what I want in bed I wouldn't have looked elsewhere. We had been rowing a lot, not least about his inability gain promotion at work. Peter had been hoping to be promoted to foreman, but Frank had insisted on giving the job to a youth half Peter's age. His inadequacies at work were more than matched by his inadequacies in bed, and I had all but given up on trying to achieve satisfaction from his pathetic attempts at lovemaking. ?? When my first day at work came Frank made it clear that he was the boss and things would be done his way. He is a big, heavily muscled man, such a contrast to my weakling husband, and I thrilled at his assertiveness. He explained that as he often entertained clients in his office his secretary had to "look the part".
He then peeled six ?50 notes from a large wad and told me to take the rest of the day off buying clothes. I was more than happy to oblige, I couldn't remember the last time Peter had bought me anything. I wasn't quite sure how Frank wanted me to dress but I had a general idea - sexy work gear. I bought two pairs of stockings, one red seamed the other black fishnet. I bought two blouses, both thin tight cotton. I bought a pair of black 3" heels and a pair of red 4" heels, and two tight slinky black dresses. With the money left over I bought lipstick, mascara and strong French perfume which I thought Frank would appreciate. ?? That next morning I really made a show of myself getting ready for work. Poor Peter couldn't believe his eyes as I pulled on my tight body stocking, smeared on my lipstick and squeezed into my thin, clinging dress. He begged me not to go to work in Frank's office dressed like that but I explained to him smugly that it was standard work attire, strictly business. Even so he was almost in tears in the car as we drove to work, begging me not to fall for Frank's charms. ? Frank appreciated my new dress code, his handsome eyes taking in my braless breasts, the nipples clearly visible beneath the tight cotton. He was only wearing jeans and a tight white T-shirt which only accentuated his huge shoulders and biceps. I just couldn't help staring at his crotch - his jeans were tight and I could see his enormous cock clearly outlined. My throat was dry and I had to keep wetting my lips as he strode up and down dictating a letter. He was so handsome there was no way I could have resisted him. As I was typing he leant over and brushed his muscular hand across my neck.
I shivered, my breasts quivering, almost spilling out. When he ran his hand over my bare shoulder all the hairs on my neck stood on end. I crossed my shapely thighs as I felt my nipples puckering, hardening still further. I was on heat, no doubt about it. ?? Frank carried on like this for three hours, flaunting himself in front of me, flexing his muscles, giving me long sexy glances. I knew he had an erection - I couldn't help staring at his cock bulge and he honestly looked bigger than a horse. When again his hand started teasing my neck and then began inching lower I was swimming with cunt-juice and my breath was coming in gasps.- Honestly, it was like I'd just climbed out of the bath. ? "Do you think Peter can handle the work here Cheryl?" he said as his hand started to graze the outside of my heaving tits. ? "I don't know" was all I could manage as I glanced up at him, my eyes wide. ? "Can he handle you Cheryl?" he growled as his hand closed over my swollen breast. I gasped and started to rub his thigh, breathing in the scent of him, feeling my cunt gushing. He let go of me and walked back a couple of metres, and by this time I was honestly ready to beg. He looked so beautiful, the perfect specimin of a man. He just stood there and flexed his muscles, knowing he was in complete control. "Because, Cheryl, I'd be more than happy to give you what your husband can't.." I saw his massive cock flex, I'd honestly never been this turned on in my life. ? "Ooh yes" I breathed, starting to pull up my tight dress."Please Frank, do it now..." ? Frank pulled me up and looked me straight in the eyes.
"I'm gonna take you home and fuck you in your own bed while your husband stays here making me money" he sneered. What a man. ? Next thing I knew he was taking me by the hand and leading me onto the factory floor where Peter worked. I saw him trying to lift a bag of cement, puffing and panting. I sauntered up to him tartily and stood in front of him pouting my lips and flaunting myself. ? "Frank's taking me home now Peter" I said huskily. "And if you value your job I'm afraid you're working till seven tonight" ? There was such a hangdog expression on my husband's face that I almost felt sorry for him as I sauntered off with my arm round Frank, swaying my pert little arse and running my hands up and down his bum. I was all ready for it as we got into his Lotus but Frank wanted to take me in the bed that I shared with my husband. I was happy with that, the state I was in I'd have shagged him in the middle of Picadilly Circus no problem. When we arrived home I was so desparate I dragged him up to the marital bedroom, ripped off my tight little dress and spread myself completely, pulling myself open for him, begging for him. ? Still he wasn't to be hurried. He undressed himself confidently, revealing a cock the like of which I've never seen, as big and as thick as my arm, from the elbow to the fingertip. ?
"Like what you see?" he murmered, wanking slowly in front of me. I could only gasp in reply and start to wank my own clitoris. Frank began to rub his huge tool up and down my wet cunt, stirring it around so his massive prick caught my clitoris with each stroke. I was in ecstasy, begging, pleading for his cock. Next thing I knew he leant over and dialled some digits on the bedside phone and before I knew it I had Peter on the portable at the factory. That's when Frank entered me - all the way up to the hilt. I knew it was really rubbing my poor husband's nose in it but my lust was just too great. All poor Peter must have heared were my screams and cries of joy as I dug my fingernails into Frank's muscular arse and begged him for his seed. I knew he was a bastard but I just couldn't possibly have resisted him. ?? Well that all happened last summer. I'm still fucking with Frank five or six times a week while poor Peter hasn't had a look in since. He's still waiting for that promotion, too. There's much more, too but it will have to wait for later.
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Cheryl's Tale By Cheryl
When I was offered a secretarial post in the factory where my husband Peter works, he wasn't too keen on the idea. He explained that Frank, his boss, was a real bastard and had only offered me the job because he fancied me. Secretly I thought Peter could be right - Frank's eyes had been all over me at the interview and I admit that I had played up to him a little, crossing and re-crossing my shapely legs and once stretchinc my arms out so he could clearly see the outline of my bra-less breasts. ?? The truth is I was flattered by the attention that Frank gave me. I'm Cheryl by the way and if my husband Peter had been able to give me what I want in bed I wouldn't have looked elsewhere. We had been rowing a lot, not least about his inability gain promotion at work. Peter had been hoping to be promoted to foreman, but Frank had insisted on giving the job to a youth half Peter's age. His inadequacies at work were more than matched by his inadequacies in bed, and I had all but given up on trying to achieve satisfaction from his pathetic attempts at lovemaking. ?? When my first day at work came Frank made it clear that he was the boss and things would be done his way. He is a big, heavily muscled man, such a contrast to my weakling husband, and I thrilled at his assertiveness. He explained that as he often entertained clients in his office his secretary had to "look the part".
He then peeled six ?50 notes from a large wad and told me to take the rest of the day off buying clothes. I was more than happy to oblige, I couldn't remember the last time Peter had bought me anything. I wasn't quite sure how Frank wanted me to dress but I had a general idea - sexy work gear. I bought two pairs of stockings, one red seamed the other black fishnet. I bought two blouses, both thin tight cotton. I bought a pair of black 3" heels and a pair of red 4" heels, and two tight slinky black dresses. With the money left over I bought lipstick, mascara and strong French perfume which I thought Frank would appreciate. ?? That next morning I really made a show of myself getting ready for work. Poor Peter couldn't believe his eyes as I pulled on my tight body stocking, smeared on my lipstick and squeezed into my thin, clinging dress. He begged me not to go to work in Frank's office dressed like that but I explained to him smugly that it was standard work attire, strictly business. Even so he was almost in tears in the car as we drove to work, begging me not to fall for Frank's charms. ? Frank appreciated my new dress code, his handsome eyes taking in my braless breasts, the nipples clearly visible beneath the tight cotton. He was only wearing jeans and a tight white T-shirt which only accentuated his huge shoulders and biceps. I just couldn't help staring at his crotch - his jeans were tight and I could see his enormous cock clearly outlined. My throat was dry and I had to keep wetting my lips as he strode up and down dictating a letter. He was so handsome there was no way I could have resisted him. As I was typing he leant over and brushed his muscular hand across my neck.
I shivered, my breasts quivering, almost spilling out. When he ran his hand over my bare shoulder all the hairs on my neck stood on end. I crossed my shapely thighs as I felt my nipples puckering, hardening still further. I was on heat, no doubt about it. ?? Frank carried on like this for three hours, flaunting himself in front of me, flexing his muscles, giving me long sexy glances. I knew he had an erection - I couldn't help staring at his cock bulge and he honestly looked bigger than a horse. When again his hand started teasing my neck and then began inching lower I was swimming with cunt-juice and my breath was coming in gasps.- Honestly, it was like I'd just climbed out of the bath. ? "Do you think Peter can handle the work here Cheryl?" he said as his hand started to graze the outside of my heaving tits. ? "I don't know" was all I could manage as I glanced up at him, my eyes wide. ? "Can he handle you Cheryl?" he growled as his hand closed over my swollen breast. I gasped and started to rub his thigh, breathing in the scent of him, feeling my cunt gushing. He let go of me and walked back a couple of metres, and by this time I was honestly ready to beg. He looked so beautiful, the perfect specimin of a man. He just stood there and flexed his muscles, knowing he was in complete control. "Because, Cheryl, I'd be more than happy to give you what your husband can't.." I saw his massive cock flex, I'd honestly never been this turned on in my life. ? "Ooh yes" I breathed, starting to pull up my tight dress."Please Frank, do it now..." ? Frank pulled me up and looked me straight in the eyes.
"I'm gonna take you home and fuck you in your own bed while your husband stays here making me money" he sneered. What a man. ? Next thing I knew he was taking me by the hand and leading me onto the factory floor where Peter worked. I saw him trying to lift a bag of cement, puffing and panting. I sauntered up to him tartily and stood in front of him pouting my lips and flaunting myself. ? "Frank's taking me home now Peter" I said huskily. "And if you value your job I'm afraid you're working till seven tonight" ? There was such a hangdog expression on my husband's face that I almost felt sorry for him as I sauntered off with my arm round Frank, swaying my pert little arse and running my hands up and down his bum. I was all ready for it as we got into his Lotus but Frank wanted to take me in the bed that I shared with my husband. I was happy with that, the state I was in I'd have shagged him in the middle of Picadilly Circus no problem. When we arrived home I was so desparate I dragged him up to the marital bedroom, ripped off my tight little dress and spread myself completely, pulling myself open for him, begging for him. ? Still he wasn't to be hurried. He undressed himself confidently, revealing a cock the like of which I've never seen, as big and as thick as my arm, from the elbow to the fingertip. ?
"Like what you see?" he murmered, wanking slowly in front of me. I could only gasp in reply and start to wank my own clitoris. Frank began to rub his huge tool up and down my wet cunt, stirring it around so his massive prick caught my clitoris with each stroke. I was in ecstasy, begging, pleading for his cock. Next thing I knew he leant over and dialled some digits on the bedside phone and before I knew it I had Peter on the portable at the factory. That's when Frank entered me - all the way up to the hilt. I knew it was really rubbing my poor husband's nose in it but my lust was just too great. All poor Peter must have heared were my screams and cries of joy as I dug my fingernails into Frank's muscular arse and begged him for his seed. I knew he was a bastard but I just couldn't possibly have resisted him. ?? Well that all happened last summer. I'm still fucking with Frank five or six times a week while poor Peter hasn't had a look in since. He's still waiting for that promotion, too. There's much more, too but it will have to wait for later.
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