1. Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle--Part 3


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Death, Domination/submission, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    That wouldn’t happen if we were sitting with my parents and grandparents. I had instructed Henry to introduce us as, “I’m Henry Fuller and this is my wife, Nancy.” We had just been seated when I asked Henry to get us some drinks. He was at the bar when he was cornered by three associates I knew by reputation were probably the biggest assholes in the firm. One of them seemed intent on giving Henry a hard time. He was taller and I guessed about thirty pounds heavier with thick brown hair. Most importantly, he was full of himself and—yes I know what you’re thinking—full of shit, as well. “Hey, man—you look familiar.” “Well…I did work here a few summers ago in the mail room.” “That couldn’t be it. I never go to the fucking mail room. That place is for losers. What are you doing now?” “I’m a teacher in Garden City.” “Oh, yeah? What do you teach?” “Third grade.” “You teach fucking elementary school? Man…you really are a loser.” “Oh, I don’t think so,” I said from behind the group. “I married him.” He gave me the once over, his eyes undressing me in the crudest possible fashion. “So, that must mean that you work here.” “Yes indeed,” I said, playing the game. “I’m Nancy, a first-year.” “Well, first-year Nancy, I’m Mike Forester and in another six months I’ll make partner. When I do I’ll be looking you up.” “Why, pray tell, would you want to do that?” “So I can give you a much better fucking than you can get from loser-boy here. I’m gonna hang the biggest set of horns on him and once ...
    I do you’ll never want him again. I’ll stretch your sweet pussy so much you’ll never even feel his pencil dick. That’s why.” “I should mention that my dad thinks the world of him and so do I.” “Why should I give a shit what your old man thinks?” Then, grabbing his crotch obscenely, he continued. “Honey, what I have here could never even fit in loser-boy’s pants. I need to have my suits custom made just to accommodate my package.” “I’m sure I’m suitably impressed. Please excuse us. We need to pay our respects to our hosts.” “Go ahead, but don’t forget my name—Forester as in Fuck and that’s what I going to do to you. Think June—that’s when I’ll make partner.” “I doubt I could ever forget you, Mr. Forester. C’mon Henry.” I extended my hand to his and led him away. “God, sometimes I hate attorneys. Luckily they’re not all assholes. Let’s go say hello to my folks.” We did and—surprise!—the next morning Mike Forester was summoned to Daddy’s office to discuss his becoming a partner. Five minutes later he was escorted from the office by two huge security guards. I walked up to him, a smirk on my face. “Instead of bragging about the size of your package you might have asked who my father was. I’m Nancy Rizzo. Enjoy the rest of your miserable life.” His personal property had already been collected in a brown cardboard box. I’ve heard they’re looking for attorneys in Argentina. That might be far enough away for him to escape my father’s and grandfather’s influence. Surprise again! I did ...
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