Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2004 18:57:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Joli Camarillo <nastilatinabitch@yahoo.com>
Subject: His Boss Slut

His Boss's Slut
By Nastilatinabitch

(FF/FFF/Non-Consent/Anal/Oral)

Paul-white: 41/Jen-white: 40 (Paul's
wife)/Renita-black: 36 (Paul's boss)/Yolanda-latina:
30 (Paul's asst)/Laura-white: 28 (Renita's
asst)/Dan-black: 40  (Renita's boss)


Jen and her husband Paul were on a plane to a
luxurious resort where the company Paul worked for
would honor the past year's most productive employees
when he broke the news to her. Her excitement over the
trip had evaporated as he recounted how he had
embezzled a large amount of money to cover some stock
market losses and been found-out by his boss, Renita.
Renita had told him that she would not blow the
whistle on Paul right away, but would decide what to
do about the situation during their "working
vacation". 

Jen didn't know what to say. She had cautioned Paul
about getting too-deep in the risky world of  stock
trading and assumed that he would not be reckless with
their money; he was, after all, normally quite
conservative when it came to finances. Jen didn't work
and left all of the investment decisions to her
husband. This had turned-out to be a big mistake.  No
matter how he apologized she was furious with him. He
had no only put theirs and their children's futures in
jeopardy, but might even have to go to jail! She had
half a mind to let him suffer the consequences of his
stupidity, but then how would she manage on her own?
She hadn't worked since they had married 15 years ago!
Both their children were in expensive private schools;
should they have to suffer for their father's idiocy?

Paul told her that his only hope was getting out of
this mess was to trust that Renita would figure
something out. He suggested that Jen be as nice as she
could to his boss, possibly get a feel for what her
decision would be regarding any help she would give
him. Jen had met Renita and liked her. She felt that
Renita had always treated Paul fairly; had backed many
of his proposals and approved all of his pay raises
and bonuses.  She had no idea that she was the reason
for such largesse!

Renita was a  tall, pretty, elegant black woman, a few
years younger than Jen and Paul. It was Renita's
suggestion that Jen attend this convention. As far as
Jen knew, there were very few staff from  Paul's
regional office weren't attending, though  Jen was the
only wife who would be there, and at the company's
expense. 

Before Paul's confession, Jen had been looking-forward
to the weekend, now she was uncomfortable  about being
around Renita and the other managers. She knew most of
them from other company functions and they all seemed
nice, but under the circumstances she wondered if she
would be able to relax much.

Renita had arrived a day earlier and had arranged for
her suite to be adjacent to Jen's and Paul's. 
Little did Paul know, but her assistance in helping
him extricate from the terrible mess he was in
depended on how cooperative his beautiful, busty wife
could be!

Renita had met Jen the day that Paul  came into town
and interviewed for the job two years ago. Paul was
well-qualified and a good match for the position,  but
it his sexy, statuesque brunette wife was the real
reason that Paul had gotten the job. Renita expected
that choice to pay dividends this weekend. Divorced
for ten years, Renita had sworn-off men, due to her
ex's rampant infidelities. She hadn't been with a man
since that time, and had developed a taste for
mature, voluptuous women like Jen. She was always
discreet, and chose married women as conquests, since
they would likewise be discreet, by necessity. 
 
Renita liked Paul and hated to see him in trouble, but
he was only in a jam due to his own greed.
She could help Paul, whether she would depended on
whether the price of her assistance was too high. Paul
had waited until after his "funny business" with the
company funds to come to her for help;  that was when
Renita decided to take advantage of the situation to
realize some of the many fantasies she had of  Paul's
big-titted, leggy wife. Jen was nice and friendly. But
where "prude" may be too strong a term, she was a
conservative-dressing churchgoer. Still, Renita was
betting that she would surrender her dignity in order
to protect her husband and their way of life.

Renita knocked on their door, and was greeted by Paul,
who seemed nervous and maybe a little drunk. Renita
could see Jen walk through the spacious suite beyond,
wearing a plain white tee and shorts. The thin tee
shirt did nothing hide those big tits. Renita wanted
to brush past Paul and devour her right there; instead
she invited the two of them to join her and some of
the other office staff in the pool downstairs. Paul
agreed, and Renita headed-down on her own.   

 Renita was already in the hotel Jacuzzi, talking with
a couple of her female employees, when Paul and Paul
entered the pool area. Immediately, the Jacuzzi
conversation turned to Jen, and what type of bathing
suit she would be wearing under her shorts and tee
shirt. Yolanda was Paul's assistant; Laurie was
Renita's; both were young, beautiful, and quite wild
away from the office.  Yoli whispered that she hoped
that Jen was wearing a bikini; Laurie agreed with
Renita that it would be too much to hope for, that it
was more likely that some very  conservative one-piece
bathing suit was hidden under her shorts and tee.

They all watched Jen as she pulled her tee shirt over
her head to reveal a blue one-piece bathing suit,
proving Renita and Laurie right. The quietly women
watched intently as she slipped-off her shorts, and
bent over at the waist to take them off. Jen's
catalog-bought bathing suit was conservatively cut,
except that it was designed for women with smaller
breasts, and where it plunged in the front it exposed
some of the large-breasted woman's abundant cleavage. 

Renita had purposely seated the other women so that
Paul would have to sit at one end, while Jen would be
forced to sit between her and Yolanda.
Glenn and Linda joined the group in the
already-crowded hot tub. There wasn't enough room for
them to sit together, so Renita coaxed Jen to squeeze
in next to her, while Paul sat at the other end of the
tub. Paul was only in the tub a few minutes when he
noticed a group of men in the hotel bar playing
billiards; he told Jen that he was going to leave the
women to their "girl talk" and join the guys in the
bar. He excused himself and walked inside.
Once he was gone, Renita, Yolanda, and Laurie quickly
started flirting with Jen. Jen shyly conversed with
the women, aware that she was in close proximity with
these women while wearing next to nothing. She wasn't
sure what was going on; she'd never had the experience
of 
another woman "coming on" to her, so she was a bit
confused as what was expected of her. 
The three women stared at Jen's chest. Her bathing
suit top revealed her pushed-together breasts,
exposing her pale cleavage nearly half way down her
breasts. Under the bubbling water, Renita and Yoli, on
either side of Jen, pressed their thighs against hers.
Jen had no room to maneuver, and when she offered no
resistance, Renita put her hand on her thigh. Jen was
discomforted by this move, but considering Paul's (and
her) desperate circumstance, she wasn't going to risk
angering Renita by publicly objecting to her touch. As
they talked, Renita slowly inched her hand up higher
on her long bare thigh. Jen almost blurted-out an
objection, despite her resolve, but caught herself
just in time. She silently endured the gropes and
pinches of the other women, while Paul, blissfully
unaware, was in the bar laughing it up. It was his
fault she had to endure this humiliation, Jen thought
angrily.

After about an hour, she excused herself, retrieved
her tipsy spouse from the bar, and helped him
upstairs.  Back in the hot tub, the three women
discussed whether Renita's plan to conquer the
conservative wife would bear fruit. 

"She'll loosen up this weekend," Renita boasted.


"She doesn't seem like the loosening-up type,"
countered Laura. 

"She'll go along," Renita stated smugly. "Did you see
how she kept quiet while we felt her up?
It's in the bag!"

Renita hurried back to her room. Slipping onto her
which balcony shared by the two suites, she peeked
through the small gap in her neighbor's curtain. She
was just in time to see Jen parading around the room
in her bra and panties. She gawped at the lacey white
bra containing her large tits, and was a bit surprised
that her matching panties were French-cut, out of
character for such a staid, church-going little wifey
and mother. Renita had another surprise in mind:  Jen
sat on the bed and one by one, rolled a pair of
smoke-colored stockings up her sexy legs, then wrapped
a tiny, sheer-white garter-belt around her waist. As
she leaned-over to attach the garter-clasps, 
Renita got a bird's eye view of the eye-popping
cleavage spilling from the top of  her bra. The black
exec decided to slip back to her room before she had a
orgasm right on the balcony!

PARTY TIME!

Renita had arranged for Jen to be seated next to her
at the banquet. They were at a round table, with their
backs to the back wall. Many of the other women at the
banquet, client's wives and and employees from other
divisions, were wearing expensive, fancy gowns, and
Jen, having decided to splurge a bit, was just as
elegant: her dress was white velour, with a plunging
neckline. With Renita on her left and Paul on her
right, Jen ate dinner and made small talk, trying to
forget about the women's bold feeling-up of her in the
Jacuzzi.
Once the band started playing and the dance floor
began to fill-up, Paul leaned-over and whispered that
Jen should maybe try to "feel" Renita out about what
her decision might be. He excused himself and started
to mingle among the other guests, leaving Renita alone
with Jen.

Before Jen could figure-out how to broach the subject,
Renita solved the problem for her:

"That's quite a mess our Paul has gotten himself
into," she murmured.

"Umm; yes, we've talked about it," Jen conceded.

"It would be a shame if he, and you, lost all he has
worked for all these years."

"Yes, it would," Jen whispered. 

 Just then, Renita reached-under the table and right
between Jen's legs, flicking a fingertip against the
crotch of Jen's panties.
 
 Gasping, Jen jumped, and started to get up. "Excuse
me," she said, "I need to go to the washroom."  

"We haven't finished discussing what can be done to
rectify your husband's rather serious problem, yet ."
 
Jen looked around to see if anyone noticed them.
"Please, can't we talk about this in private?", she
begged.



"Come with me," Renita ordered, getting-up from the
table and walking away. Jen reluctantly agreed,
suddenly fearful of the woman that controlled her
husband's fate. Renita led Jen to the far corner of
the dance floor, in relative darkness. Once in the
shadows, Renita pulled Jen uncomfortably close to her.
Renita could feel the other woman's ample chest
pressing into hers. She caressed her back, and thrust
her groin into the married woman's thigh. Jen was
shocked to feel something hard and thick pressing into
her: It felt like a penis, but it couldn't be: Renita
was a woman, and woman didn't have penises. As Jen
tried to sort-out these confusing thoughts, she was
interrupted by Renita speaking to her.

"Does Paul have any ideas on how to solve his
problem?," asked Renita.

"He's hoping you will help," replied Jen.

"Well, I like your husband. He's smart, ambitious, and
I've been happy to help him further his career in the
past. But something like this could ruin my career as
well as his, if the crime is discovered. Can you think
of any reason why I should take such a risk?"

Jen couldn't think of an answer.
 
"In order for me put myself at risk in this matter, I
will need a commitment from you," Renita went on. She
slid her hands down Jen's back, resting her palms on
the housewife's luscious ass.  

"What kind of a commitment?," Jen managed to gasp.

"I will need you to submit to me completely; to do
whatever I say. If you agree to keep me company the
entire weekend, Paul's problem will be solved by
Monday afternoon."

Jen looked around to see if anyone was watching Renita
grope her ass. Her back was to the bandstand, so only
the band would see it. The thin dress offered little
resistance to the CEO's hands. Renita continued
feeling Linda up; one hand remained on her left
ass-cheek while her other hand traveled upwards,
fondling her left tit through her thin bodice and bra.
Nimble, knowing fingers found and toyed with her
erecting nipple.  Linda said nothing as Renita groped
her ass, felt her tit, and pressed her hard "dick"
into her thigh. Her heart was racing, and her face
felt hot. She prayed that no one would see her being
felt-up by another woman.

"Do we have a deal?," Renita asked Jen.

The dazed housewife stammered, "I, I, I, uh..." She
looked around the room to see if anyone was watching
them. "I don't suppose I have any choice," she
muttered, resigned. They went back to their seats. Jen
hoped she wasn't blushing too noticeably.  

Once they were seated, Renita continued her groping of
the defeated corporate spouse, caressing her pussy
under the table while couples talked, danced, and
socialized all around the. Her face flushed, Jen
looked around for Paul, but he was nowhere to be
found.  She was angry and humiliated, but, God help
her, she was also incredibly turned-on. Renita's
expert fingering was getting her hotter by the second,
and the shocked brunette suddenly realized she was
very close to having an orgasm in the middle of a
crowded ball-room!

With a low whimper, Jen shuddered through a
mini-orgasm while Renita kept up her digital fondling.
With a wicked grin, Renita leaned close and whispered,
'You're a hot bitch, Paul's wife!" 

Ashamed and unsteady, Jen made it to her feet and to
the women's restroom, trying to ignore the wetness she
felt trickling down her thighs. 
She wept silently inside one of the stalls, wiping
herself off as best she could. She sat there for 
a few minutes, trying to figure out what to do next. A
low knock sounded on the door of her stall. 
When she didn't answer, the knock came again, this
time a little louder. 

"Who's there?," she whispered hesitantly. 

"Your savior," came the reply. Renita!

Jen had no choice but to open the door. Renita slipped
inside, re-locked the door, then pulled Jen close and
kissed her, hard, on the mouth. The shocked housewife
opened her mouth to the probing tongue, reluctantly
returning the kiss.   

Breaking the lip-lock, the dominant black woman
ordered Jen to turn and face the wall. Once she did
so,  Renita moved behind her, cupping her heavy
mammaries from behind. Jen remained silent as what
sounded like a pair of women entered the restroom,
chattering and gossiping about the other guests, the
hotel, etc. Reaching into the bodice of Jen's gown and
into her big-cupped bra, Renita lifted the brunette's
huge teats out of them, resting them atop her lace bra
cups.  

To be continued