1. The Boss Is Always Right


    Date: 2/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Cuckold, Wife, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Rating: 92.2, Source: sexstories.com

    from it. The boy went into a coma, then it got worse. We lost our only child after he lived in that comatose state for a year. Since that dreadful event our relationship, understandably, hung by a thread. Working in sales for Sorenson and Son is stressful beyond belief. The owner, Erling, overseas the sales department personally and guides it with an iron hand. The stated reason is if there are no sales then no one feeds anyone’s bulldog. The boss is not a person who gives compliments. The only pat on the back would be a meager bonus. Another change from Senior’s methods. No one wanted to go before the boss, not for any reason. After lunch was when it happened – I was called to the Erling’s office the clock read 1:40 pm. The hour of my devastation was at hand. I approached the door with dread and apprehension as I walked through the threshold and knew I was doomed. There the boss sat on the edge of the desk. The bright blue pinstripe suit, coupled with the blue power tie (with a lone red stripe), gave Erling a particularly confident appearance. Erling held a look of controlled anger while in Erling’s right hand was a report and in the left a cigar. The boss dropped to the floor and pointed to a chair, a metal folding chair known to the sales staff as ‘Old Sparky.’ It was where sales staff, both men, and women, sat to die a fiery painful death. There were other chairs in the room. Big comfy chairs but when a salesperson entered the boss’s den and the metal folding chair was in ...
    front of Erling’s desk, odds were you wouldn’t live to see tomorrow. Occasionally the boss would give the condemned a way out. It would be something terrible, humiliating, and very personally devastating. Often, destroyed marriages lay in the wake of the punishment, or the dynamic of the union changed forever. That alarmed me the most; my poor performance might affect my already shaky marriage. Erling knew all about my personal tragedy and being a sadist would use this in my punishment. It was true my sales had dropped, significantly, but there were reasons. Beyond the economy, bad luck played a part in it and, of course, my mood was dark. That had to be part of the cause. The boss would punish me for declining productivity in some sick attempt to give me a painful reason to boost my yield. Alternatively, the boss would fire my sorry ass. There would be some humiliating punishment involving my wife, which could cost me my marriage. Or then again, I might just be outside kicking stones. That would also end my marriage. Either way I knew I had brought this on myself. Staying at a place like Sorenson and Son after Erling took over was stupid. Dropping the report to the desk, Erling, then puffed heartily on the stogie. Thickly the smoke rolled from the boss’s mouth and curled around those piercing eyes providing me a hazy view of the short cropped hair of my obsessive, sadistic employer. Then the boss spoke and it was as if God had come to earth. I couldn’t help it my cock stood ...
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