Confession Part 5:
That was pretty much how the first few weeks went. My boss would make me suck his cock nice and long at the beginning of the day. During lunch, he would have me in his office, stripped to my lingerie and heels, and he would pound my pussy mercilessly as I squealed and screamed in delight, cumming all over his cock. At the end of the day, he would give me a lift to our condo in his BMW coupe, and I would spend the entire trip with my head in his lap, deep throating his thick white cock. When we reached our condo, he would only let me lift my head out of his crotch once he was stopped beside the guard house, making sure the guards saw me pull my white boss’ fat cock out of my mouth. Then he would shove my head back down and laugh. He was such a bastard that way, always humiliating me. Sometimes, when he would stop at a traffic light beside other men, he would yank my head up, trails of saliva sticking to my lips and his cock, his fingers gripping my hair, to show them he had a young Chinese slut sucking him off at the lights. He especially liked to do this to Chinese men. I always felt so humiliated and ashamed, but hornier than ever. Once we got to our condo’s basement carpark, he would fuck me senseless in his car, oblivious to the passersby. His favourite was to sit back and have me ride his cock, my hands gripping the headrest as he spanked and bounced my juicy ass up and down on his lap, my 36DD tits jiggling and smothering his face. If he saw a Chinese man walk past the car, he would spank my ass hard repeatedly and make me moan loudly, maximizing my humiliation. I would never fail to cum even harder when that happened. It was no longer about job preservation. I was my boss’ sex slave and I loved it!
One week before the writing of these confession letters and before my husband finding out, I was standing in his office, wearing my wedding cheongsam, which he had demanded I wear. He walked around me, running his big hands over the tight thin silk, feeling my full tits and my hard nipples, when he brushed my hair to one side and began kissing my neck. I moaned, rubbing his face as he sucked on my neck, grinding my ass against the bulge in his pants. He moved up to my ear and kissed and licked it, before whispering something that caused me to gasp and literally stop breathing. “I’m going to fuck your ass tonight, Chinadoll.” I looked back at him, fear written on my face as his hands continued cupping and massaging my tits and tweaking my swollen nipples. “No…please…not that. Please Mr Smith, I’m begging you, anything but that….it’s wrong….I’ve never done that” I pleaded with him, thinking that having submitted myself so completely to him in the last few weeks, he surely had feelings for me. My boss looked at me and his face softened momentarily, and I kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue, and I began to believe he wouldn’t fuck my ass. Suddenly, he roughly grabbed me by my hair, causing me to scream out in pain, and spanked my ass hard and fast. He yanked my head back as he spanked my ass, and I saw the rage mixed with wanton lust in his eyes. He growled “I’m going to fuck your ass and break it in nice and good….and I’m going to fuck your ass every single day from now on….by the time I’m done, you will be begging me to fuck your ass…” Tears, caused by the pain of my ass being spanked, as well as fear of being violated, ran down my face as Mr Smith dragged me across the floor and bent me face down on his table.
To be continued…
PS: Bros, im writing as fast as I can, but its been eating into my sleep to the point that I’m getting less than 4 hours of shut eye every night. I hope you guys understand if the posts are not fast and furious. Its also heart wrenching to pen this story, so I sometimes have to take a break. Please bear with me.
Hi all, thank you all for your feedback, words of support and offers to help. As ive mentioned a couple of times, im exercising creative license when it comes to the depictions of the sexual acts. I apologise if they seemed far fetched or unbelievable, i guess its my writing style. But the events did occur. Not as drama as my story but the skeleton is factually accurate. Anyway, i want to thank everyone who gave me points. Im clueless as to what they are for exactly, but i appreciate it nonetheless.
For those who offered to help with my problem, im very heartened and grateful, but my main purpose is to get this secret off my chest. Im not looking for solutions. But thank you so much anyway.
Cheers to all the good chaps here in SBF. I never realised how many fantastic people there are here.
Confession Part 6:
He unlocked a drawer and rummaged through its contents, retrieving a contraption, which I later learnt is called a ball gag. He shoved the red ball between my lips, gagging me, and clipped it tightly. My eyes were wide with fear and dread as he pulled my hands behind my back, pushing my 36DD tits into the table. I felt handcuffs being put on me and tightened, and I was desperately trying to look back to see what was going to happen next, but to no avail. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of my boss unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Soon, I felt the head of his cock rub around my tight virgin asshole. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was violated in the worst possible way. Once, my husband had slipped a finger into my ass as we were having sex, and I had gone absolutely ballistic on him, calling him a sick disgusting pervert and refused to let him touch me for weeks. Now, it was only a matter of moments before I would be ass raped by my white boss.
Mr Smith spat on his cock, lubricating it and my asshole as he rubbed his cock. He slid one finger into my ass, “Goddamn Chinadoll, your ass is so fucking tight that I can barely get one finger in there” he said as he spat on his fingers and began fingering my ass. I looked at my boss over my shoulder, wedding cheongsam bunched up around my waist, tears streaming down my face, “mmmppphh mmppphhhh mmmph”. He laughed, “I can’t understand your dialect, Chinadoll…” and he laughed, spanking my already sore and red ass. “Ok here we go Chinadoll, relax and it will hurt less….probably….not that I give a fuck!” As he said this, he spread my ass cheeks side apart and began to force the head of his cock into my ass.
I screamed into the ball gag as he pushed in, his head popping in. The pain was unbearable, and I felt like a truck was being driven up my ass. Without giving me much chance to adjust to my virgin anal penetration, Mr Smith pulled out slightly and pushed deeper in, gaining an inch of penetration with every thrust. I was trying to stand up but he held me down firmly as he plowed his thick white cock into my ass, slowing forcing 7” into my ass. He grunted with every thrust, until finally I felt his balls slap against my pussy lips, as I was fully impaled on his cock. “God your ass is gripping and squeezing every fucking inch of my cock…..you should be proud, no Asian whore has ever gotten my entire cock into her ass before….” I couldn’t even hear him, the pain was intense and I expected to pass out soon. He began pulling out and driving his cock in, going steadily faster and harder, until he was bouncing off my upturned ass, moaning in absolute carnal ecstasy. The pain in my ass began to fade, until there was a dull sensation, which began to steadily build up. “mmmppphhh….mmmmpppHHHH MMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!” I screamed into the ball gag as my boss pounded his meat into my juicy ass. My body began to shake and I began to have the greatest orgasm of my life, crashing through me, an explosion in my pussy, in my ass, and in my brain. My body arched sharply off the table, until the back of my head touched my boss’ sweaty chest, as he grabbed onto my tits from behind and tweaked and pulled my nipples violently. I shuddered as another massive orgasm overcame me, and after squirting my pussy juices all over his thighs, I collapsed back onto the table, my face turned to one side. Mr Smith unhooked the ball gag and tossed it aside, never halting his deep assault of my once sacred ass.
His jaw dropped and his cock felt like it grew another 2” as he heard my pleas, “Oh god Sir, please don’t stop….dont stop….oooh yeah…..deeper….harder…..oh god yeah fuck my ass…” He dutifully obeyed and increased his ferocity, as he uncuffed my hands, and pulled me upright until our bodies were pressed together. He continued drilling my ass, his groin bouncing off my juicy cheeks, as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and turned my head back to him, pulled his face down and kissed him deeply. I looked into his eyes, and in an almost begging tone, said “I want you to cum in my ass….please cum in my ass”. That was the trigger as Mr Smith could take no more. He buried his throbbing cock deep into my ass and unleashed torrent after torrent of thick hot semen into the deepest recesses of my bowels. I also began to cum again, and we both collapsed onto the floor, our sweaty bodies entangled, his slowly shrinking cock still buried in my ass.
After a long rest, we got up and got dressed, with Mr Smith looking at me in awe and admiration. “I underestimated you…wow…that was mindblowing….” and trailed off, sitting down in his chair. I pulled my tight cheongsam back down, relishing the feeling of my boss’ cum deep in my ass. It felt even better than the times he came in my pussy. I walked up to him, swaying my hips and jiggling my tits, and pulled him close, whispering in his ear “You can fuck my ass any time you want, any way you want and any place you want. But there is one condition….you have to promise me one thing…” he stared with bated breath, no clue as to my condition, “you have to promise that you will cum in my ass every time you fuck my ass”. Mr Smith’s jaw dropped and so did he, right off his chair and onto the floor. He looked up at me, flabbergasted, wondering what he had created. I laughed, turned around and walked out slowly, knowing full well that he would be hard soon and desperate to live up to that condition.
In the week leading up to this confession letter, my boss began to fuck every one of my holes each day. As usual, I would begin the day by sucking him, getting my treat of a big load of cum. Then during lunch he would fuck either my pussy or my ass, before finally fucking the remaining hole in his car in the basement carpark of our condo. He calls me his ‘genuine 3-holer”. He seems to especially love fucking my ass, enjoying the warm and very tight sensation on his cock, and the way I beg him to cum in my ass. In the week since my ass was first violated, I have gotten much better at taking his thick cock into my ass. Today, the day of this letter, was no different. I gave him his daily blowjob in the morning, got fucked in my pussy on his table, and fucked in the ass in his car, just a few floors down from where we sit right now. That is why there are two separate white cum stains on my panties, from the cum leaking from each of my holes.
End of confession
Post confession next week.
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Originally Posted by
NeedSomeLove
Bro I dont understand why you still keep a wife like this… You deserve better than a cheating wife.
Love? Fear? Shame? All of the above? I really dont know why.
Regarding the lack of condoms used and the possibility of pregnancy, my wife was placed on the pill from before we were married to regulate her period and reduce the severity of her PMS and menses. Her boss was aware because he saw her pop them a few times.
Hope this answers some bros queries.
Hi all, i just want to make it clear that i embellished the confession too make things more descriptive. The original was much more factual. Like ive said more than once, the skeleton is fact, the rest is added for effect.
The Night of the Confession
I looked at the written confession in my hands. I had read it 5 times and I was still dumbstruck. An hour had gone by since she passed it to me, and I had experienced every emotion there is. At first I was angry, then jealous, then full on rage, then sadness, confusion, anxiety, stress, and many of them repeated. I had a million questions swimming in my mind, what this mean for our marriage? Could I forgive her? What was the hold he had on her now? Did she regret it? Does she still love me? Do I still love her? Where would we go from this point? I wanted answers, but I was now afraid what those answers may be. After all, she is my one and only true love. Once she came into my world, all other girls faded into the background. How could we ever move on from this? Does she even want to move on? It hit me like a ton of bricks that she never said she would stop, or she would never do it again. I looked up at my beautiful, once innocent wife. She was sitting facing me, wearing one of her silk nighties, which never failed to get me hot. It was also then that I began to admit another feeling I was having since I began reading the confession. One that had been the undercurrent throughout. I was turned on. I don’t know why, but my breath was rapid, my mouth was dry, my hands were shaking, and my cock had never been harder. The truth was that another man taking my loyal wife and turning her into his whore, his lustful piece of meat, repulsed me, angered me, but it also turned me on like I had never been turned on before. My conservative upbringing, my moral compass, and my religious beliefs, had all been cast aside. These were not feelings I could deny or control, they erupted from the basest parts of my mind and soul. I felt disgusted at myself but it did little to change my feelings and my thoughts.
My wife had been staring at me as I read with confession, trying to decipher my emotions, my thoughts and my reaction. Just as I looked up at her, she looked down, with what I initially guessed was shame. But almost immediately, I saw her eyes widen as she noticed my raging hardon for the first time. She looked back up at me, and her lips curved into what can only be described as an evil smile. There was a glint in her eyes as she moved to sit beside me, and began running her soft hands on my thigh, coming closer and closer to the bulge in my shorts. I tried not to show it, but her actions served as gasoline on a raging fire, and I could barely breathe. She looked at each other, and I could not recognize my wife anymore. She had changed, she looked radiant, lustful and horny, and there was a fire in her eyes I had never witnessed before. “You know I love you, darling” she cooed into my ear, her lips millimeters from me. I could feel her hot breath as she continued, “I promise that I will never leave you, baby. Mr Smith just gives me something no one else can, not even you.” I stared at her as she continued, my heart racing, beating so fast and hard that I could hear the pounding in my ears, “with him, it’s just physical. I don’t have any feelings for him, I promise”. She smiled, her hand moving ever closer to my cock, as I stared at her like a deer caught in the headlights. “I can’t imagine my life without either of you, don’t you think we can find a way to make this work…?” I was livid at the thought, but also even more turned on. I don’t know why all this was having this effect on me.
To be continued….
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Originally Posted by
kingrex
based on your writing, you have a strong education backgrouund and with that, you should be enjoying a good career with good income. The best story teller in here would not have produce such a good command of writing skills. I call it a novalist. In anyway, fict or fact, I hope you save some grace for yourself, if not at least the pride of being a man.
Neverless, you do raise the standards among us or in this country, in termms of your English and writing skills.
Take care.
Kingrex, i really appreciate your compliment. I take time and effort with each post. My aim is to let readers step into the shoes of the protagonists in my story, so each word and phrase is carefully chosen. Its also why updates take time, as i work long hours and can only write late at night.
Night of the Confession Part 2:
She looked at my crotch as my eyes caught a glimpse of her amazing 36DD tits, hanging loose in her silk nightie, the hardened nipples jutting out, begging to be touched, licked and tweaked. She ran her hand over the bulge in my shorts, causing me to literally jump, and she said “I think I have an idea of how we can make this work…” With lightning speed, she unzipped my shorts and pushed them down, causing my cock to spring free, smacking her chin, and leaving a trail of precum. She got down on her knees in front of me, looking at me with that same evil smile, and wrapped her pouty lips around the head of my cock. I almost fell backwards, as she noisily sucked the precum off the head of my cock, her tongue flicking repeatedly over my peehole. Then she slid her lips lower and lower, engulfing my cock inch by inch, her hands massaging my aching balls. She easily slid my entire cock into her mouth, and began bobbing her head up and down in my lap.
I sat there gasping for air she expertly worked her tongue up and down my shaft, and engulfing my entire cock, sticking her tongue out to give my balls a lick. I moaned, unable to fight my feelings of anger and jealousy being sucked right out of my cock. She pulled my throbbing cock out of her mouth as I got close to cumming, and smiled evilly up at me. She used her left hand to massage by balls, as her right hand expertly stroked my cock. She knew exactly what pace to maintain to keep me on the very precipice of cumming, but without being able to. I was groaning and moaning, desperate for the release, but she said, “So baby, do you think you can accept the situation…that I will keep doing what im doing with Mr Smith…? I stared back, my mind flooded with endorphins from the pleasure she was producing, and half of me screamed at me to say YES! Say yes to anything she wants!! ANYTHING!! But another part wanted desperately to say no, and the two sides were dueling ferociously in my mind. Seeing my hesitation, my wife cupped my balls, pulling them outward as she continued stroking my cock, and began to suck on each one in turn. This brought me even closer to the brink, but she made sure I couldn’t fall over the edge. She stared right into my eyes as she suckled each ball, making sure to emphasize the “pop” sound as she released them. I was in heaven and hell. Finally, mustering every bit of my quickly eroding willpower, I shouted “NO!! No I refuse to allow it!”…
To be continued…
PS: Dear bros, im swamped at work this week, hence the slow updates. Hope to get more written tonight.
Night of the Confession Final Part:
She stopped sucking on my balls and looked up at me. I expected her to stop stroking me and move away, but she kept up the momentum and looked like she was trying to figure out what would make be accept her proposition. Then, a broad evil smile formed her lips, and she stood up. She wiggled out of the nightie, letting it drop to the floor, before reaching down to continue stroking my cock. She brushed her dangling tits against my face, her hard nipples rubbing against my lips. She began to whisper in my ear, “I know how to convince you, my darling. Remember all those times you begged me to let you put it up my ass?” I moved back and stared at her face as all the blood drained from my face. All of the blood in my body felt like it was converging on my cock. She didn’t wait for me to regain my composure, as she turned around, spread her juicy ass cheeks, and sat down on my lap, my cock swiftly sliding into her ass. She was still lubricated from Mr Smith’s cum, so my cock slid in, burying my cock balls deep in her ass. She tossed her hair to one side and began grinding her ass into my lap. Almost immediately, the ability to conceive rational thoughts was gone. I had never fucked a girl in the ass, and the sensation was mindblowing, and overwhelmed my senses. Her ass felt so warm and tight, and she began bouncing her ass up and down on my lap, increasing the pace and tempo as she moaned lustfully.
It was clear she enjoyed this, and I felt like I was cheating on my wife with a busty and lustful whore. I tried my best to control myself, but her ass was milking my cock expertly. She felt that I was getting very close, and looked at me over her shoulder, saying, “Ohhh gooddd…..oh your cock is filling my ass….mmmppphhh….so honey…can I….mmmhhhh…keep fucking….oh goddd…..my boss?” I was moaning uncontrollably and was at my wits end, barely able to form a word, much less a thought. She slowed down, making sure I wasn’t able to cum, and kept looking at me while simultaneously rubbing my balls, biting her lower lip and moaning like a slut. After a long battle, my willpower was weak and my mind focused on her warm and incredibly tight ass. “Ok…”, I half whispered and half groaned. But that wasn’t good enough for her. She moaned louder and began really fucking my cock into her ass, asking me, “What was that, honey?. My mind was mush, and I couldn’t help but scream out “YES….OK!!! You can keep fucking your boss….” She smiled that same evil smile and ground her ass into my lap, burying my cock completely in her. I lost all control and began to cum what felt like gallons, into her ass. She used her ass muscles to milk my cock further, not letting me move away, and moaned, as I felt her pussy juices squirt onto my thighs.
After a minute, she slid off my shrinking cock and walked over to her mobile phone, which had been sitting on the table beside our bed. At first I was too dazed and worn out to notice, but then I realized that she had recorded the entire conversation, including my acquiescence to her request to keep fucking her boss. I stared at her as she turned around and smiled at me, leaning over to kiss my cheek and she said, “Thank you baby. I love you so much!” With that, she stepped into the shower as I lay in bed, trying to make sense of everything that had happened.
End of this segment. More updates next week.
Bros, i have been reading some of the responses, and i really dont know what to say. For those who emphatise with me, thank you for understanding and not jumping to conclusions. I really appreciate it.
As for those who think im not a man, a wimp or whatever, stop and think about the situation. Its not a simple or easy decision. Firstly, this is the 21st century. Just because you forbid a woman from straying, do you think she will just obey? Also, in that moment, shes just as likely to walk away from you. Secondly,my wife isnt a slut. Its just that something changed in her. Sex and love can be separate for men, why cant it be like that for women? How many of you are 100% faithful to your wives/gfs? Geylang would be empty.
As for those who think im the boss, i cant help but laugh. You guys have watched way too many Hollywood spy films, where the good guy becomes a villian and vice versa.
Im in Vietnam at the moment so no updates until next week bros.