Executive Suite, or Sweet Executive?

by Rene Larouche

  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Priscilla had gotten a bit turned on by her husband’s acceptance of his new position in their marriage. She lifted up her right leg to allow Dennis to remove the pant leg over her running shoe. With her legs free, she opened them and placed his face into her crotch. She cooed to her husband, “Kiss me. Make me feel as good as I made Dwayne feel this afternoon.” Dennis stopped for the briefest of moments at hearing her tell him to do to her what she did to her boss.

  Dennis used his hands to ease a bit further open his wife’s legs and positioned himself under and between them as his tongue began to caress her damp honey pot. Priscilla kept herself trim but not bare. His tongue sort out the sweet honey that gathered between the lips of her pussy. From the first time he performed cunnilingus on Priscilla up to and including the act he was about to perform, he absolutely loved the taste of the fluids her sex produced. His tongue sought the lower portion of her vagina where he knew a good amount of her liquid would be waiting for him. His father and brothers may have made fun of his ( to them ) a lack of cock length and girth, but what they didn’t know about him was his deft ability at using his tongue to slice through a woman’s labia in search of her fluids and to ultimately caress her clitoris. That was exactly what he was doing now and he knew Priscilla would not be able to orgasm standing where she was.

  “You know how much I love to have you make oral love to my pussy. I can feel your tongue seeking my juices. Taste me Dennis. Taste me the way I tasted Dwayne’s precum. I didn’t tell him how much I loved the taste of his ejaculate. I will… Oh, my, Dennis, you like that, I can feel you seeking my juice so you can let it flow down your throat. I know you’re in need to taste me.” She knew she wouldn’t last without some support behind her, so, as he husband used his tongue to bring her off, she moved ever so carefully to place herself between him and the edge of the table. Once she had her backside supported by the edge of the breakfast nook table she opened her legs and used her hands to force his mouth against her sex.

  Dennis shifted with her and continued to lick her now soaking twat, but he was surprised that she took his head and positioned it so the bridge of his nose was pressed against her clitoris. Priscilla took control of the sex act and began to literally hump his face. She used the position of his nose to excite her clit and masturbate herself against his face. Dennis tried to extricate himself form the position she put him in, but her strength and need to orgasm kept him there forcibly. He resigned himself to be used as a nose dildo as Priscilla rubbed her now open cunt all over his nose and mouth.

  “Get used to it Dennis. This is the only sex you’re going to have with me. Your mouth and nose bringing me off without concern who has been inside me and what they left in me. Do it Dennis!!! Make me cum!!!”

  Dennis just let her rub herself all over his face until he felt her legs tighten and her liquid flow more freely. He wished he was sucking it deep into his mouth and swallowing, but he had to content himself with her using his face to masturbate. Through the entire masturbation act, Priscilla thought of what it would be like to have Dwayne insider her, pounding his magnificent cock into her open pussy. She exploded as the thought of him ejaculating into her wracking her body with the ebb and flow of orgasmic pleasure. Dennis couldn’t believe how tight she held his head into her crotch as she exploded against his face. She released the hold on his head as she descended from the crescendo of her sexual release. Priscilla Johnston had just orgasmed over the thought of her boss fucking and coating her insides with his cum.

  Priscilla looked down at her husband and could see he was futilely trying to keep from playing with himself. “If you want to cum Dennis, stand up and do it in front of me. Masturbate yourself and tell me how hot it is thinking that soon you’re going to be cleaning up your cum from your hand. Yes, Dennis, if you decide to jerk off now no matter where your cum lands you’ll have to lick it up.”

  Dennis didn’t wait for any word from her. He stood up, opened his pants, and freed his erect cock from its confines. To the surprise of his wife he asked her, “Priscilla if I cum, may I cum all over your pussy? I know what you told me and I’d love to fulfill a fantasy. I’ve always wanted to eat my hot cum from your just fucked pussy. Please, Priscilla!!!”

  Priscilla Johnston leaned back against the table and smiled at her husband. Her response put all that happened today into perspective. “Dennis, you can fulfill your fantasy, because it will be more of a reality than the fantasy of eating cum from me in the future, but it isn’t going to be your cum. Not that I’m going to let you jerk off all over me, but if I desire your oral services after Dwayne has made love to me it will be his cum you’ll be sucking from my cunt. And remember, you will never feel the heat of the inside of my sex around your sex. You will show me your acceptance of what I just said, by jerking off, shooting your cum on my pussy, and licking it off of me until I orgasm again thinking about Dwayne’s black cock.”

  Dennis didn’t respond to her. He just continued to stroke his cock in acceptance of his wife’s demands that he allow her to cuckold him. He moved forward to try and slip the head of his cock between her labia. Priscilla’s right hand shot forward, grabbed his left ear, and twisted it causing him to stop trying to put his cock between the lips of her sex as well as stroking his penis. Priscilla used this moment to angrily explain to her husband that he has no rights to her body anymore. His only connection with her body will be his mouth and nothing else. She did not try to relax her grip to give him some relief. All she did was to continue to stare at him, growling, and waiting for his response.

  Dennis lost his erection and pleaded with Priscilla, “Please, I didn’t think you were serious about me not having you anymore. I love you Priscilla. How can you deny me your physical love?” “Listen to me Dennis and listen to me good. You’re not going to enjoy me sexually the way you used to anymore. You decided you fate when you tried to get me to suck your average cock. You accepted my definition of your status in this relationship by standing up after you sucked my pussy to show me how you’ll jerk off for me. Now, if you want to get off, you can go into the bathroom and deposit your load in the toilet. I am never for the rest of our life together ever going to let you deposit any amount of your cum on or in my body.”

  Priscilla moved away from Dennis and the breakfast nook table. She bent over to position her sweat pants properly, and placed her right foot into them, and pulled them up covering the lower half of her body. She looked at her husband, didn’t smile or say anything. She just turned and walked away from him. When she got to the bottom of the stairs to the second floor she yelled to him in the kitchen, “Dennis, I think you should get your body into the powder room and get yourself together even if that means jerking your pathetic self to orgasm. When you come to our room you’d better have only one idea in your head – sleep. Tomorrow morning you’re going to accompany me to Acme Manufacturing to meet Dwayne and find out what type of work he has for you. Don’t answer me, just do it.”

  The Aftermath Priscilla Johnston made no bones to Dennis and subsequently to Dwayne about where her marriage was headed. Dennis Johnston learned very quickly on the first day that he’d better not be an arrogant individual or he’d suffer the consequences. During that initial meeting, he stood and tried to make the point that he was and still is Priscilla’s husband. Both Priscilla and Dwayne laughed at his lame attempt to sway the inevitable. Dwayne sat behind his desk wondering how Priscilla could have ever married this lame excuse of a man. Priscilla could see the gears working in Dwayne’s head as he pondered what type of employment he could or should offer Dennis.

  “So, Dennis, now that you understand that your wife, my employee, is not interested in anything more from you sexually, what do you think you’re qualified to do for my company?” “Dwayne…” was all Dennis got out of his mouth when Dwayne Williams stood up and yelled, “You address me as Mr. Williams or Sir. Never address me as Dwayne. Do you understand me?”

  D
ennis was obviously stunned by his outburst and he began to shake as he sat in the chair that Priscilla had sat in for her interview. He took a couple of deep breaths, tried as hard as he could to calm himself, and started answering a second time, “Mr. Williams, I can do anything you ask. I can perform financial duties, customer service duties, and/or manufacturing control duties. All I ask is the opportunity to show you what a competent employee I can be, Sir.”

  Dwayne sat back down and looked over to where Priscilla was sitting listening to the exchange. He smiled at her and turned back to Dennis, saying, “Dennis, I don’t need any of those types of positions filled, but I do have a very special opening that I think you’d be perfect for.”

  Dennis sat not knowing if it would be proper for him to ask what position Mr. Williams had in mind or to just sit there and wait for him to continue. He looked at his wife for some sort of hint, but was flabbergasted to see her sitting there with her legs spread open giving Dwayne a clear view of her panty covered privates. He decided to say something to her, “Priscilla, do you have to sit there like some common slut showing your privates to your boss?”

  Priscilla Johnston laughed at her husband’s query and made it a point to open her legs more. “Dennis, you have to realize that you have nothing to bring to the table when it comes to our

  relationship or any other relationship I may or may not enter into. You proved yourself last night

  when I confided that I did something I’d never done before. So, just sit there, listen, and speak

  when you are asked a direct question.”

  Dennis flinched upon hearing his wife enunciate that he no longer was the head of their household. He sat there stifling his need to scream and openly cry at his fall from grace with the love of his life. He was realizing that he was going to be a broken man just like his father said he would be. He would never be able to face any of his family considering his wife was now making him into a second class citizen within their marriage. She told him he would be a cuckold, but he didn’t believe her. He never even knew the word or the definition before last nights row with Priscilla. Now, her boss was watching and smiling as she confirmed his lowly place in their relationship.

  Looking back at Mr. Williams, Dennis waited for him to continue to tell him what type of work he had for him. Dwayne sat and waited specifically to see how long Priscilla’s husband would wait before he couldn’t take the silence anymore. Dennis sat in a controlled rage knowing the game Mr. Williams was playing. He couldn’t understand why his wife decided to become a bitch towards him, but he did know that even though she was castigating him in private his strength of will would make him sit there and wait. Dwayne Williams sat and the longer he did the more impressed he got with the determination shown by Dennis Johnston. To bad that determination wouldn’t help him when he assumed his new role as the company’s night janitor. He would also be responsible for cleaning the retreat when his special club met once a quarter.

  “Dennis, I am offering you a job in our Maintenance Department. You will arrive here in the afternoon and begin to clean the offices. You will have eight to ten hours to complete the tasks assigned to you by your supervisor. If you do an excellent job, I will think about promoting you to the mail room. As you may or may not know, a lot of very powerful people rose through the ranks to the top positions of some very large companies by starting in the mail room. I don’t think you have the abilities to work in our mail room right from the start, so, I’m offering you a janitorial position in Acme Manufacturing’s Maintenance Department.”

  Dennis was stunned again. He had a college degree. He couldn’t believe that Mr. Williams didn’t think he had the ability to deliver the mail. He wanted to stand up and storm out of his office, but he knew better because if he did he’d lose Priscilla forever. “What if I don’t take the position you’re offering me?” queried Dennis.

  Dwayne looked over at Priscilla for some sort of signal or to see if she was going to answer his question. She saw the look in Dwayne’s eyes and took the cue from him. “Dennis, if you don’t take the job Mr. Williams is offering you, I promise you your life with me will be such a living hell that you’ll beg me for a divorce. Unless of course, you’d like becoming my maid and performing the duties delegated to you by me. And don’t forget that if Mr. Williams comes over to be with me for ten minutes or ten days, you’ll have to listen to him too. So, what is your decision?”

  Dennis couldn’t believe his ears. He looked up at the ceiling and began to audibly moan in preparation to bursting out in tears. He saw his decision as a no win proposition. Either he became a janitor in Mr. Williams employ or a maid to his once equal partner who has assumed the mantle as a female dominant. Dennis bent his head forward and placed it in the palms of his hands and began to weep. His body shook as he cried his eyes out over his dilemma and he had no thoughts about how he should reply to them. Priscilla couldn’t take seeing her husband bent over crying because he couldn’t come to terms with what was happening to him.

  She spoke to both of them, “I think it will be best for him to stay at home and take care of our household. This way I can get him acclimated to his new status in our marriage. I will also give him the opportunity to seek a divorce if he so wishes. The only caveat is Dennis will move into the guest room as he will no longer share our marital bed.”

  Dennis’ head snapped up as Priscilla finished her last sentence. Daggers flew from his eyes and he looked at the woman he loved because she had just announced in a round about way that her bed was not open to him. “You, you, bitch,” spat Dennis. “After all I did for us, for you? Please Priscilla don’t do this to us, to me!!! You know I love you with all my being and I’ll do anything for you, but, I won’t leave our marital bed.” He looked at her waiting her reply.

  “Oh, yes you will Dennis or I’ll move out and leave you with all the expenses. Let’s see… Mortgage of $3545.00 a month. Lease car payments totaling 1525.00. Utilities. Food. Lawn care. Shall I continue or will you accept that you’re now my lesser partner in our marriage? You have nothing to fear Dennis as long as you keep in mind that my telling you of my indiscretion, you’re subsequent erection and your apparent sexual stimulation was your undoing. There is no need to make up your mind; I’ve all ready made it up for you.”

  Dennis hung his head in defeat. “Yes, Priscilla, I accept your decision. I will return home, move my clothes to the guest room, and await your return to make a schedule of responsibilities for me. Would you please arrange a ride for me?”

  Priscilla stood up, walked across Dwayne’s office to where her now broken husband sat, and with the gentlest of motions cradled his head in an apparent show of support for him and their relationship. While holding his head she mouthed to her boss to please call a cab so he could return to their home and await her arrival. Dwayne picked up his phone and made the necessary arrangements to get Dennis home. After he hung up the phone, he stood and walked around his desk to where Priscilla stood and Dennis sat. He looked down at Dennis and chuckled knowing that he would soon be doing all the chores of a cuckold male. He looked at Priscilla and leaned forward to kiss her lips in front of her husband solidifying his position as the Alpha Male. Dwayne also took it upon himself to place one hand on Priscilla’s breast and then slid it down to her crotch where he raised her skirt and placed it between her legs. Priscilla did nothing to stop him from groping her.

  Dennis knew that he had just squeezed his wife’s privates in front of him and just quietly sobbed as she released his head and threw her arms around her boss’ neck to return his kiss. By breaking her connection to Dennis and kissing Dwayne she confirmed him as her lover. Without thinking or caring, Dwayne spun Priscilla around so she was able to rest her backside on the edge of his antique desk. While they continued to kiss in frenzy, he pushed her skirt up, and literally ripped her panties from her body. He lowered his hands, undid his belt buckle, lowered his zipper, and took out his hardening cock. He broke the kiss and looked into Priscill
a’s eyes. Not that he needed permission, he wanted confirmation that she wanted him to take her now, no questions asked.

  Priscilla looked into his deep black eyes and whispered, “Yes…” Dwayne’s cock was hard enough to penetrate her and penetrate her he did. He didn’t take any time to rub it between the lips of her pussy. He didn’t care that she may not be ready to accept his monster. He placed the head at the opening of her body and pushed it in. Dwayne Williams wanted to be inside this woman. He wanted to fuck her. Not make love to her, but fuck her. Priscilla’s body stiffened as she felt him force his manhood into her body. She let out moan that told Dwayne she had never had something so big inside her. He pushed his twelve inches all the way in until his pubic bone was pressed against hers. Priscilla lifted her legs so her new lover could have an easier access to her sex. Dwayne could feel her pussy surrounding his manhood and the heat emanating from her body was mesmerizing him. He didn’t immediately begin to trust in and out of her. He just stood balls deep in Priscilla and kissed her.

  After a good two to three minutes of them just pressing against each other, Dwayne found his need and began to thrust in and out of his Chief Sales Officer. He didn’t just pull a few inches out of her. He would pull back so just the head of his cock was inside her. He’d look into her eyes and see their reaction as he slammed his manhood back into her slender body. Dwayne Williams loved to hear the moans and breath leaving the woman he was fucking. Once he began the dance of love, Dwayne Williams was all business. He lowered his hand to where her buttocks touched the top of his desk and held her there. He didn’t care if he was hurting her. All he wanted now was to use the hole and the muscles of that hole to make him ejaculate into her. For all intent and purpose, his cock now controlled his mind and his cock needed to be rubbed, stroked, and massaged until it gave to her his seed and to him his all encompassing feeling of sexual release.