Jackie Reedly: Sex and the Boss Wife

"I hear you fired Scott Forsmo," came Rona's voice.

"Word travels fast around here, doesn't it?" Ransberg said, his voice edged with nastiness.

"I thought maybe I could persuade you to change your mind."

"That's a laugh. There's no way you could do that."

"Are you sure, Hal?" Rona asked, her voice almost playful now. "It seems to me there's something you want pretty bad, and I might just be willing to let you have it if Scott keeps his job here."

"You mean…"

"Yes. If you keep him on, I'll let you have sex with me the way you want it, right now."

He grabbed the dictaphone and held the microphone up to the ear piece of the telephone. Clicking on the switch, he was just in time to catch Ransberg's voice as it said, "Okay, Baby. It's a deal. Your ass for your boyfriend's job."

Rona was terrified. Until now she had not even realized she felt strongly enough about Scott to give up for him what she had guarded so jealously. Here she was about to be raped anally by a man she hated more than almost anyone in the world, and she was still willing to do it for Scott.

"Take off your clothes," Ransberg demanded, grinning at her lewdly, his fat cheeks flushed with passion. "I want you stark naked for this, you tight little bitch."

"There," Rona said, turning to face him, her hands at her sides, making no attempt to hide her perfect, nicely formed breasts or the fleecy vee between her long, tapering legs. Her nipples began to harden under Ransberg's unabashed stare, and despite her fear, she felt her own libido begin to rise.

Slowly, Ransberg got up from his chair, undoing his belt as he moved toward her. Grinning lewdly, he bent his head to her softly rounded breasts and opened his mouth over one of the curving mounds. His thick tongue swirled over her already erect nipple, and he could feel it harden even more under the moist pressure of his mouth.

"Pleeee eeeease stop! Ohhhh hhhh, pieceeease," Rona moaned, her eyes closed tightly and her head thrown back.

Ransberg slapped her hard across the face. "Shut up, you little slut," he growled. "You offered it, and I'm taking. There's nothing you can do to stop me. Get used to the idea."

Bending over and kneeling on the floor, Rona sobbed aloud, her mind spinning crazily with abject fear and her heart pounding so intensely she feared it would burst. The soft carpet against her knees and elbows did nothing to ease her feelings. She buried her face in it, her eyes tightly closed, praying that something would happen to prevent what was about to occur. She could not stand it. She could not go through with it. Still, it could save Scott's job, and that was important to her, important enough for her supreme sacrifice.

Hal Ransberg grabbed the softness of Rona's ass cheeks and worked his body in between her legs, wriggling against her smooth, silken thighs. His hard, thick cock rode up between her butt cheeks. It seemed so huge to the girl, like a giant pole that was about to pierce her clear up into her belly.

With one quick thrust, he dragged the exposed head of his blood filled organ through the moisture of her pussy, dampening his knob, lubricating it so that he would not bruise himself as he entered the tightness of her anus.

"No. Oh, please, no," Rona whimpered helplessly.

His pudgy fingers tightened on the silky smoothness of her cheeks, and he held her to him, pulling her onto his unyielding erectness.

Through the red haze of pain that rocked through her body, Rona began responding to the skewering hardness of his thrusts. To her suffering was added a new sensation… one of enjoyment. As hard as it was for her to believe, she was starting to enjoy this. Once the terror subsided, once the stabbing pain began to fade away, she liked it.

"Ohhhh, Hal! If fucking is like this, I want more. Oh, it feels soooooo big." Squirming, she worked her ass back against his relentlessly pumping loins. "Sooooooo big! Screw me harder with it, up the ass, yeeeeeeeeeeees!"

"Take it," he shouted. "Hurt with my cock! You're Dorry and you're her goddamn father, and I hate you both, and I want to hurt you with my cock!" His voice trailed off into broken sobs of passion.

Rona moaned and shivered with lewd delight as the last inches of his hugely erect cock bored into her bowel, ironing out every curve and crevice. She wailed wantonly, crying out her raw lust. "Ohhhhhhh, yeeeeeees, give me all of it. Shove it in all the way and grind it into me. I want all of it right up my ass… Oh, yeeeees."

Rona ground her ass back against his pelvis, safely gathering in every inch of his thick cock. She grunted hoarsely, and her entire body shook as she knelt on the floor, her breasts swinging lewdly from side to side and shaking like jelly as she moved about.

Reaching forward and around Rona's body, he began fondling the spongy, yielding orbs of her breasts, pushing his palms against her crinkly, erect nipples, squeezing her flesh until red welts showed on her milky flesh. She cried out in lust.

"Oh, yeah, yeeeeeah. Make it hurt. I love it when it hurts meeeeeeeeeee!"

Ransberg shook and jerked in spasms founded in pure pleasure. He felt his balls draw up to the base of his penis and fire out their heavy lust filled load of male juice. He trembled and cried as though he were having a stroke, spraying gallons of his manhood into her grasping bowel.

Stunned, unable to speak, Rona left her Ransberg crashed to the floor with her, his deflating penis still buried far up her rectum. He lay on top of her, his sweaty body pressed against hers. After a long time, he pulled away, his prick slipping out of her, leaving her with a feeling of loneliness.

Quickly, he put his clothes back on, throwing her her garments. Now he wanted nothing more than to have the girl out of his office. It was time to get back to work.

"Why don't you take the rest of the day off?" he said gruffly.

"I'd like that," Rona answered, smiling at him. "Especially now that I know Scott's job is safe."

Ransberg looked at her as though he were surprised. "I assume you're kidding, aren't you?"

Rona looked at him, shocked. "No, of course not. You promised."

"Look, my dear," Ransberg said, coming over to pat her on the shoulder. "There's nothing I can do about that now. I already fired Scott. Surely you don't expect me to go back on my word. It would be embarrassing for all concerned. No, Scott will do his show tonight, just to say good-bye to all his fans and then he'll be on his way. You go home and rest now."

Stunned, unable to speak, Rona left her employer's office. When she reached the receptionist's area, Scott was sitting at her desk.

"Oh," she said quietly, "you're still here."

"Yeah. I thought I'd wait around for you."

"That was nice of you, but I'm going home. Mr. Ransberg gave me the rest of the day off."

"Will you go home, pack a bag, and meet me here at about twelve-thirty tomorrow morning?"

"Why? What for?"

"You and I are going to take a little trip. Will you do it?"

"But I only have today off."

"Tomorrow's the weekend, remember?"

"Oh, yes, that's right. You want me to go away for the weekend with you?"

"Something like that. Will you do it?"

"I guess so, but don't you have to work until eight in the morning as usual?"

"I'm going to make a little change in schedule. Trust me. I know what I'm doing."

"All right. I'll be down front at twelve-thirty."

Scott got up and kissed her on the cheek. "Perfect," he said. "I have to go home now and pack myself. See you tonight." As he left the office, he patted the pocket of his coat, where the dictaphone cassette was safely stashed.

Scott sat at his console, waiting for the hands of the clock to reach twelve. He faded up his theme music and then faded it down again for his introduction.