WB Story (come up with title)
-Another revenge piece. But it is also a interracial story. I
wanted to write a story where a white guy cuckolds a black guy. I
have read so many story where a big black guy takes over the life
of a white family. The wife becomes "addicted" to his cock or
what ever and the husband becomes a cock sucking cum loving
slave. You never read a story where a white guy takes over a
black family...and not have it just some racist slavery thing.
That is where the problem lies, I always just felt like a racist
piece of shit while I was writing this.-
It all started when my boss passed out drunk. It was the
night I decided to get my revenge. And her drunken stupor was the
perfect vehicle.
Well to be perfectly honest, it started long before this,
on my first day on the job. My first day was also the day I
realized what everyone else I worked with already knew, my boss
was a gigantic bitch. From that day on, my life was a living
hell. She would yell and scream at anyone who made even the
tiniest of mistakes. She would blame other people for things that
were obviously her fault. And she would go out of her way to
belittle and humiliate every one of her employees. But I was her
main target. There was something about me that she just did not
like, I assume. I took the blunt of her tirades. I was the one
she would vent on when angry. And I became the one who did all
the grunt work.
My bootilious black boss, Alicia is her name (but we were
only allowed to call her Mrs. Tyler), is any ghetto rapper or
gang bangers dream girl. Her skin tone is about the shade of milk
chocolate. She has huge tits and a huge ass, which really stick
out of her body. Even though she dressed professionally, it did
nothing to hide her body. Topped off with big luscious lips just
begging for a cock. But my favorite of her attributes is that she
is a drinker.
I was usually forced to stay late at work, so I watched as
every night she would have herself a little drink before she left
for home. She normally did not drink too much, just a glass or
two. But on days that were particularly stressful for her, and
thus days she yelled at me the most, she would drink more.
Now on this particular day, she had been on my ass since I
walked in. None stop screaming and humiliation. I have no idea
what had been on her mind, but it must have been huge. It seemed
like days had gone by before she stormed off into her office and
slammed the door. Everyone looked around at each other, sharing
a sigh of relief that they had not been her target. While I just
went back to work, cursing everyone I looked at. Since I had been
the unlucky one, I had not been able to get any work done. So I
was forced to pick up the pace. So I was lost in my work, and did
not notice when everyone else had left. I still had far too much
stuff to get done, but I decided to check if my boss was still in
her office.
Peeking through the shades on her office door, I saw my
bitch of a boss drinking straight from a bottle of tequila. She
was swaying back and force, so it looked like she had been at it
for quite some time. I did not think anything of it, and just
thanked my lucky stars that she would probably not notice I was
still there. So I went back to work, and dived right back in.
An hour went by when I was finally finished. I had not
noticed Mrs. Tyler leave, so I decided to once more check up on
her. Looking through her office door once more, I was amazed to
find her slumped on her desk, passed out. Two empty bottles of
tequila were lying on the ground next to her.
Now you might assume that my first thoughts were that of
getting my revenge. But they were not. No my first thoughts were
of just leaving. Going home, and letting her drunk ass sleep it
off. But then I remembered how much of a bitch she had been to me
all day. This brought my anger flooding back into my mind.