Becoming a Slut Wife - Episode 30
21-07-25 (18:27)
I sipped it and it wasn't bad. We had dinner and Brad
and Charlie kept my glass full of juice and they kept
putting weird things in it to keep it from tasting like
plain old OJ. What I didn't learn until later, much later,
was that what they were doing was doctoring the juice
to hide the taste of the vodka they were lacing the
drink with.
When dinner was over we sat through the speeches
given by the CEO, the VP of this and the regional
manager of that and anyone else who was deemed
important enough to have something to say and then
the bonus checks were handed out. I looked at mine
and was surprised to see that it was almost three times
more than I had thought it would be. Charlie saw the
look on my face, "I gave you a pretty good evaluation.
You deserved it, but even though you earned it on your
own I still think you should thank me by giving me this
dance."
The band had started playing and I do love to dance
and so I went out onto the floor with him. When I got
back Brad had me a fresh drink and then I had to
dance with him and then Charlie wanted to dance
again.
I began to feel a little light-headed; I was hot and felt
flushed, but I was having a good time and I thought
that it might be the temperature of the room combined
with some of the fast dances that were the cause.
More O.J and more dances and then I wasn't clear
headed anymore. I heard snatches of conversations
that I didn't understand, at least not until later. "...ready
yet?" "...just a little mo..." "...room here?" "Got it this
morni..." Then I was in an elevator and being held up by
two men; Brad and Charlie I thought, but I wasn't really
sure. I was picked up and carried down a long hallway
and then I was lying on a bed and staring up at an
unfamiliar ceiling. My head was swimming and voices
were drifting in and out, "She is nice and..." "...long time
for this" "Call it." "Heads" "You lucky bas..." I felt my legs
being pulled apart, but I didn't know what was
happening until I felt the hardness pushing into me.
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How had I gotten home? I didn't remember Bert
undressing me, but he must have. How else could he
put himself in me? A voice, not Bert's, but a man's
voice, "God is she tight." The hardness moved into me, a
mouth fastened itself to mine and another mouth
closed on my breast and fingers teased the nipple on
my other breast. The hardness was insistent now,
pushing and seeking to find something and I heard loud
moaning sounds and then I realized that they were
coming from me.
My body was responding to the attention it was getting
form Bert's hands and mouth and I slowly realized that
the hardness was Bert's cock and that he was making
love to me. A voice floated into my head, "Jesus, we
just have to get some of this when she is sober." "We
will find a way." I was out of it, but my body knew
what was happening to it and my legs hooked behind
Bert and my ass hunched up at him. Something was
pushing at my mouth and then hands captured my
twisting and turning head and held it still while Bert
pushed his cock into my mouth. How could this be?
How could Bert be in my pussy and my mouth at the
same time? Oh God, what was happening to me? Don't forget to leave a Comment 
