Blackmailed by My Husband’s Boss — Part 5

A shower with my boss… and some creamy leftovers for my husband!

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Roland led me to the bathroom an hour later, my pussy aching and overflowing with my boss’s seed. The bathroom was as palatial as the rest of the house, one entire corner devoted to a huge shower with multiple nozzles directing a steaming spray onto my battered muscles. Roland slid in behind me, holding me close to his muscular body.

“Did you mean it?” he asked.

I played dumb. I was exhausted and couldn’t fight his will any longer. My hands wandered over Roland’s glistening body, hoping to distract him from his question.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I murmured.

Roland caught my chin, lifted my face, and gave me a gentle kiss.

“I think you do,” he smiled. “You’re my little slut, right? Isn’t that what you said?”

I shook free of his hand and looked down at the floor.

“Yes,” I murmured.

“Good,” he said. He reached out of the shower and pulled a towel from a rod, folded it, and placed it on the floor.Then, he took a bottle of soap and squirted a long stream of it onto his cock. “Because I want you to wash my cock like a good little slut.”

I moaned and gripped his slick cock in my fingers; the soap working into a thick white lather.

“On your knees,” Roland murmured. “Worship my cock, Felicia. Show me how much you love it.”

I stroked Roland’s soapy cock. My boss murmured softly above me, enjoying his subordinate’s wife on her knees, cleaning the cock that had already fucked her twice. Despite my exhaustion from multiple orgasms, I could feel the heat building between my legs again.

The warm water washed away the soap, leaving Roland’s thick shaft smelling sweet.

“Kiss it,” he said. “Kiss my cock.”

I couldn’t fight anymore. I leaned forward and kissed his cock. Roland put his hand on my head and pressed my face against his warm shaft. He rocked his hips, rubbing his flesh over my cheeks and chin. The water from the shower splashed on my face and in my nose until I was drowning in Roland’s wet flesh.

He lifted his shaft and rubbed his fat balls across my face. Then, he did something so outrageous, I could hardly believe it. He turned in the shower, bent over, and presented the hard round globes of his ass to me.

“Clean my ass. Worship it. Worship every inch of my body like a good little whore.”

I moaned. He did not give me any soap, and it was obvious what he wanted me to do. I had never done anything so dirty, so shameful, in my life. Still, my body was singing with lust and there was a strange feeling in my mouth, like the one I would get before I ate a chocolate sundae. Something inside me hungered for him. Hungered to be debased, to be debauched. Ruled. The masochistic feeling Roland had awakened in me came back in full force. When his hand reached back and pulled my head towards his ass, I didn’t resist.

I licked hesitantly up the crack of his ass. Roland moaned and his cock twitched back into life. My hunger for him grew as I felt him shiver against my tongue, his rounded ass cheeks clasping my face as I dug into the crevice, my tongue probing his tight round sphincter.

“Stroke my cock,” he grunted. “Lick my ass and stroke my cock, slut.”

By this time, my senses filled with the musky wetness of his ass, I stroked his cock and doubled my efforts on his butt hole.

His cock hardened in my hands as I worshiped his body. He pulled away from my face, and I was gasping for air, the warm spray of water splashing down across my cheeks. Roland took my head in his hands and slid his cock into my mouth.

The heat in my pussy flared hot. The sticky remnants of Roland’s lust dripped from my bruised lips as his fleshy cock pushed deep into my mouth. This wasn’t about sex. This wasn’t about my pleasure. This was about kneeling in front of my powerful boss and allowing him to use my mouth to please him.

This was about power, and I didn’t have it.

“Oh, fuck!” Roland gripped my head tightly and held it. He pulled his cock back until the fat head throbbed against my tongue.

A moment later, my mouth was filled with thick, salty cum. I tightened my lips on his rigid shaft, holding the viscous liquid in my mouth. Roland grunted and pulled his cock from my lips.

“Show me,” he ordered.

I opened my mouth and showed him a thick, frothy load.

“Now swallow.”

I closed my mouth and took a heavy gulp, swallowing every drop of his hot cum. It burned past my throat, and I felt it drip down deep into my belly.

“Good girl,” Roland chuckled. “That’s a good girl.”

He helped me to my feet and shut off the water.

“Now,” he said. “We should get you dressed and send you home to your husband. I’m sure he’s missing you.”

“Ok,” I murmured and, for the first time since Roland had taken advantage of me, I didn’t want to leave. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is,” Roland smiled knowingly and ran a thumb over my sticky lower lip. “Now, go home.”

He stepped from the shower, then turned back to me.

“And give Pete a big kiss,” he laughed. “He deserves it.”

I ran a finger over my sticky lips and I knew exactly what he wanted me to do.

So, why did it turn me on?

“Hey,” Pete said when he got home. “I thought you’d be asleep.”

“I was waiting up for you,” I said.

I sat up in bed, the diaphanous gown I’d bought for our last anniversary clinging to the curves of my body. Pete blinked when he looked at me, then grinned.

“Wow,” he said. “You look beautiful.”

I did. I had brushed my hair when I got home and slipped on the skimpy gown. My skin was still flushed from my bout of sex with Pete’s boss.

I was glowing.

I had not showered or brushed my teeth when I got home, so I could still smell, taste, even feel Roland on my skin. That was what my boss wanted. He wanted me to feel his presence when I seduced my husband.

“So, what’s the occasion?” Pete walked to the side of the bed.

I rose on my haunches in bed and draped my arms around Pete’s neck.

“I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you,” I murmured. A wicked thrill shot up my spine as I leaned forward. “You’ve been working so hard.”

I kissed Pete gently on the lips. Pete responded, his tongue flicking out over my mouth, licking the dried cum his boss had left for him.

“Mmm,” Pete murmured. “You taste good.”

That shameful thrill lanced through my belly and straight between my legs. Poor Pete! He didn’t even realize he was tasting his boss’s cum on my lips.

I marveled at how lewd I had become. In just a couple of weeks, I had gone from a supportive wife to a cheating slut. How had that happened?

There was only one answer.

Roland.

“Come here,” I said, and pulled Pete down to the bed.

I’d had time to think about what I would do when Pete got home. I could fuck him and give my poor husband a chance to reclaim his wayward wife. But, deep down, I knew that no matter how good Pete fucked me, he could never compare to Roland.

The realization made the guilt all the more palpable. But, it didn’t stop me from laying Pete down on his back and giving him another deep, cummy kiss.

“I don’t know, Felicia,” Pete murmured. “I’m kind of tired.”

“Don’t worry about that,” I giggled. “You only have to lay there!”

I knelt beside Pete on the bed and pulled the flimsy nightgown up over my head. I saw the lust in his eyes as you looked at my round breasts and hard, pink nipples. I leaned down and pushed one of the swollen nubs into his mouth.

My husband sucked me like a child and I moaned, enjoying the feeling of my nipple being pulled into his hungry mouth.

“That’s it, baby!” I murmured and stroked Pete’s hair. I let him have my other nipple, letting him suck hungrily for a few moments, then rose to my knees.

I turned around and threw one of my legs over Pete’s head, then slowly lowered my used pussy onto his face.

Pete moaned against my swollen lips, but his tongue licked out and tasted my bruised cunt. I let out of squeal of delight. The idea that my husband was eating the cummy remnants of his boss’s lust only made me hotter.

What is wrong with you? I thought to myself as I slowly rocked my hips across Pete’s face. How can you be getting off on this?

I forced the guilt and the shame away, just as I had when Roland was fucking me. I didn’t want to think about why. I only wanted to think about my pleasure.

As Pete snuffled and lapped at my pussy, I leaned over and unbuckled his pants, pushing them down enough so that his cock sprang free.

I had never thought of my husband as small, but I couldn’t help but compare him to his boss’s beautiful cock. And it wasn’t just the size, however, it was also how Roland used his cock.

Next to that, Pete just couldn’t measure up.

I felt another zing of pleasure shoot through my pussy. I ground my hips against Pete’s face, smothering my poor husband in my with my dirty, used pussy, but I didn’t care. I grabbed Pete’s cock, and I stroked him hard and fast, the thin shaft twitching uncontrollably in my fingers.

For all his protestations of being tired, Pete’s cock was hard as I’d ever seen it. I was surprised when the first trickles of pre-cum dripped down his shaft. It had only been a few moments, and he was all ready about to come! That was insane!

Roland would never come so quick!

At the thought of Roland’s body on mine, his thick cock in my pussy, in my mouth, owning me, my cunt twitched. I felt my orgasm getting close to the edge, and I bore down on my husband’s cock.

Pete whined against my cunt and his body jerked to the on the mattress. His thin cock shot out a stream of cum onto his belly.

As my husband twitched on the bed, I used his face for my pleasure, rubbing the full length of my dirty cunt over his mouth, his nose and his forehead. Anything to reach my bliss.

The pleasure overwhelmed me, and I jerked on top of my husband. Pete’s hands gripped my hips as I came on his face, a fresh wave of juices pushing more of Roland’s cum out of my pussy and into my husband’s mouth.

When I finally rolled off of Pete, he was gasping for air. His face was a glazed mess of sticky juices. I thought he might be mad at the way I had taken advantage of him, but after he took a deep breath; he laughed.

“Wow!” he said. “What got into you?”

I chuckled. Pete was oblivious to what I had just done.

“You got into me,” I said, but thinking of Roland. “It was all you, baby!”

I snuggled down into the crook of Pete’s arm, amazed at the amount of juices on his face. My poor husband! If he only knew!

The guilt threatened to overwhelm me, but I pushed it down. Tomorrow, I would see Roland again and I would tell him what I had done. Hopefully, he would be pleased and reward me accordingly.

“I love you,” Pete said, hugging me close.

“Aw,” I cooed. “I love you too, baby!”

I was beginning to wonder whether loving Pete was enough.

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