The Boss
Published on Saturday, March 28, 2009
This story was submitted anonymously.
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This is a continuation of a story that I posted about 4
years ago on this site (read The Boss And His Buddies). I am still
employed at this place with this big man who is obsessed with my feet,
and who enjoys the commotion and struggle of not taking no for an
answer. I have been in numerous “situations”
over the years where I couldn’t stop him from doing what he wanted to
my feet or to me period. He really is 6’9” tall, about 350 lbs., and
stronger than anyone I’ve ever met. I am 5’6”, 145lbs, and not close to
matching him in strength.
When he’s feeling “playful,”
he’ll bend me over his desk in his office, remove my shoes and hold my
feet while he grinds himself against my ass. I absolutely can’t move
him or stop him! He has penetrated me before while playing around. He
owns the company, so there’s no one to tell. My last story ended with
him raping me in his office to where many of my co-workers heard and
saw it. My feet were bouncing on his shoulders while he had sex with
me. He licked my feet and sucked my toes while they were by his face,
and used all of that strength to drive himself inside of me deep and
hard. Needless to say, I was moaning and making “I’m getting fucked”
sounds.
This all started with me getting pedicures and teasing him with my feet
because I knew that he liked them. I never thought that he would force
me, or hold me down and tickle them even if I didn’t want him to, let
alone send me home having to explain to my wife that he had tickled my
feet and squirted a load of cum in her husband’s ass. Just call me a
sucker, because I should have known that I was being set up again.
It was time for inventory, which we do on Saturdays every year, and I
was chosen to participate. When I arrived this Saturday at 7:00 a.m. as
I had been told to do, I was the only one there except for him of
course. He motioned me into the building, assuring me that everyone
would be on shortly. The voice in my head was telling me “don’t go,” but
I went on thinking everyone else would be there shortly.
As soon as I walked in, he grabbed me, and pushed me face down to the
floor. He went right for my shoes, and pulled them off along with my
socks. He tickled my feet mercilessly for about 10 minutes. I laughed
until my head hurt because my feet are that ticklish. I was begging him to
stop even to the point of a few tears coming down my face. I was
thinking about how ashamed my wife would be of me because he totally
dominated me, and it just made me feel like his woman. He was doing me
like I would do to my wife sometimes.
Having my feet tickled also gets me very horny. So he flipped me on my
back, made me naked from the waist down, pushed my legs up over my
head, and got himself in position to fuck me. I squirmed, screamed,
begged, and pleaded. I told him that everyone was coming soon. He said
they wouldn’t be coming until 9 a.m., that I was the only one he had
told to come at 7 a.m., and that he was going to tickle my feet and
fuck me until then. He said when he got through with me, I was going be
exhausted and pregnant. I was
screaming like a little bitch while he manhandled me.
In spite of all my struggling, his big dick found my asshole, and he
penetrated me. He covered my mouth so that my desperate screams went
into his hand. There I was again. completely dominated, on my back with
my pedicured feet on his shoulders, being licked, and having my toes
nibbled while submitting to his sexual desires. There wasn’t a damn
thing I could do about it but scream when he pushed into me, and I
tried to get my feet away from him when he ran his finger down my sole.
I honestly couldn’t stop him, and went on for what felt like an hour.
He had a huge climax, and I could feel his semen running out of my ass
while he kissed my feet, and told me what a good fuck I was. He told me
to get some prenatal vitamins so his baby would be born healthy, and he
stayed inside of me until his huge penis went limp and fell out. He
wouldn’t give me back my shoes unless I let HIM put them on. Before
that, he wouldn’t let me close my legs or let me up unless I allowed
him to tongue-kiss me. After that, I had to quit and seek other
employment, but I left with his sperm in my rear end, and his saliva
all over my feet.
Disclaimer:
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This story was
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