Anonymous - Degraded wife

She pulled the tool from her twat and clicked it off, then relaxed on the couch, her ass sitting in the cool puddle of her own juices. Her eyes were closed and she wondered if any man could ever make her feel as good as she felt now.

Gary let the last few drops of scum drip off his dick, and looked down at the clear globs on the floor. He was glad that Teri had not seen him, for he could not face her now.

He finally realized just how little pleasure he gave her and he felt terrible. He was not even as satisfying as a plastic tool. In dejection, he climbed back upstairs and went to bed.

The next morning, not much was said between the two people, and Teri was wondering what was the matter. But she did not think about it for long, for she began thinking about her come on the couch.

Why wasn't Gary able to satisfy her like that? His dick was quite a good size and he fucked well, but he never got her that hot. She wondered about it all the way to work.

Teri was a manager in a large, expensive department store. She was the manager of women's wear, and that included coats, dresses, sportswear and lingerie. She had the highest sales figures in the store and she was hoping for a promotion.

When she got it, Mr. Deal was walking around, looking over her areas.

"Good morning, Frank," she smiled. "Everything okay?"

"Perfect as usual," he answered, turning to her.

His eyes slithered over the beautiful strawberry blonde standing in front of him. They moved over her smooth legs, round hips, jutting chest and perfect lips. He felt his dick tingle as he did so, as it did every time he looked at her.

"You seem to have everything under control," he added, "I just wish all of my managers were as thorough."

She walked around the store with him, chatting about this and that, hoping that he would say something about her promotion, but he did not.

"I've got to go up to my office for something," he told her, "come along."

She followed him upstairs, her heart speeding up slightly. Perhaps he was going to tell her now. Perhaps he wanted to tell her in confidence and had been reluctant to do so on the sales floor.

They rode up the elevator and he unlocked the door to his large office. He flipped the lights on, and went over to his desk, shuffling through some papers. He seemed to be mulling something over in his mind.

Teri just stood around, in her thin, frilly dress, waiting for him to tell her, but he seemed almost oblivious to the fact that she was there.

"As you must know," he started suddenly, as he closed the door behind him, "I have been manager of this store for ten years now, and during my ten years, I have never seen a woman that has had such a combination of brains and good-looks."

Teri smiled at him, feeling this was it.

"Your hair, your eyes," added Frank, "and most of all… your figure, all of them add up to make you quite a knock-out. Every time I see you, I feel young again."

He certainly did not look young, with grey hair and an over-weight, pot-bellied appearance, thought Teri. But she was trying to figure out what her looks had to do with her promotion.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked her.

"I'm afraid not," answered Teri.

"There are many new positions opening in this company," he said, "High positions, which needed to be filled by smart, hard-working people, like yourself. But they must also be cooperative. Perhaps that is the most important factor to be mentioned. The person who fills the job must be willing to give her all to her boss."

He was moving around the room nervously, as if her were on the verge of saying something.

"Would you get me that file on top of the cabinets?" he asked her abruptly.

Teri walked over and stretched up on her toes to grab the papers. As she did so, she heard a movement behind her and she suddenly felt a hand on each of her tits and something pressing up against her ass.

Mr. Deal was behind her, grabbing her tits in his fat, sweaty hands, and grinding his rigid cock between her ass cheeks. He pressed his body against hers and breathed heavily down her neck.

"Now do you understand me?" he asked again.

This time the attractive blonde understood him perfectly, as she felt him massaging her tits and pushing his dick against her ass. With her arms over her head and her body off balance, she was a perfect target for his attack, and it took her several second before she could gather herself together.

She dropped the file and got off her toes, but this action only caused the head of his cock to poke up against her asshole.

He still had his hands on her jugs, and he was really massaging and kneading them.

"Get your hands off me," she said coldly, as she struggled to get free.

She broke loose of his grasp, as she felt him trying to pull her bra down and she whirled on the fat man.

"How dare you touch me like that," she snarled.

"Wait a minute," he countered, "you knew what was going to happen when you agreed to come up here with me."

"I thought we were going to discuss my promotion," she replied angrily, pulling her bra back into place and adjusting her dress. "I did not think you were going to attack me."

"Don't give me that," he replied, "You know I've got the hots for you, and you sure dressed to kill today."

"I always dress well," she answered, "I did not dress like this to entice you."

"Bullshit," he said, "You dress like that to entice every man, and as far as a promotion goes, you may as well forget it."

That remark took some of the steam out of Teri, for she had been looking forward to the promotion for almost a year now. It was not for the money, Gary made plenty of that, it was a personal thing. She had worked hard for that job, and she was going to get it.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"Like I said," commented Frank, "I want someone who is cooperative. You certainly are not that. So you can forget about the promotion."

"Who else can you get to fill the job?" asked the blonde, "who else will be able to handle it?"

Frank smiled and answered, "Millie Roper. She's handled it already, once with her mouth even."

Teri caught the implication and felt angrier by the minute.

"Do you mean to say that you're going to promote her because she went down on you?" she asked bluntly.

"Exactly," he answered, just as truthfully. "And she's going to be doing a lot more than that when she starts working under me."

"So all I have to do is lay down and pull up my dress," she snarled, "and I've got the job, regardless of my qualifications. Is that it, Mr. Deal?"

"Exactly," he responded, looking over her trim body, "and it seems to me that your qualifications are just perfect. I'd love to try my dick out in that pussy of yours. It must be real hot."

That was when she smacked his face and stormed out of the office. She left the store and drove around in her car for awhile, trying to cool off, but getting madder with each moment.

She could not go to any of the labor agencies because it was simply her word against his, and Frank had never even suggested anything improper to her before. He was a solid, hard-working, married man, and no one would believe that he had molested and propositioned her not ten minutes ago.

In his own office, Gary Watson was sitting lethargically in his chair. He was still thinking about the previous evening and his own inadequacies. He knew that it must be him, for his wife was obviously capable of being very passionate, as the vibrator had shown.

Therefore, it was his fault.

"Dr. Watson," said Adrian, "Mrs. Keller is waiting, and I'm leaving for the afternoon.' Gina is here and ready to go."

"Oh, okay," he muttered, rising from his chair.

He went to his patient and started working on her feet, but his mind was on Teri and her body. In about twenty minutes, he was done and when he went into the other office, it was empty.