Revenge is So Sweet

I am Sam Hardman. I was the head of the copy department at Johnson and Dolan Marketing and Advertising in Atlanta, the biggest in the Southeast, and I wanted revenge on both Larry Johnson and Darryl Dolan for humiliating me in front of our biggest client, Bryson Foods. They were the ones who had the final say in any campaign and had put their stamp of approval on both the art and wording of the five posters that stood on easels in the conference room. I have always been a loyal and dedicated member of the organization but was sitting at the round table being vilified by my own bosses as the client continued to disparage my work and the work of my department.

Once the meeting was over, all of the writers in the copy department were called to Larry Johnson's office, and he fired every one of us. The week before Christmas. That was inexcusable and simply unacceptable. Somewhere I read that revenge is a dish best served cold. I now had a new goal in my life: revenge. If that saying was true, I had to be careful and patient.

Before my abrupt dismissal, I recalled watching Darryl's 21 year old wife as she undulated through the hallways to his office. She knew what kind of effect she had on all the men in the office, because she always had this little smirk of self-satisfaction about her. Her name was Sherry, and she always came in dressed like slut; short leather skirt that showed the muscular legs of a dancer (She had been a stripper when Darryl began to pursue her.), very low-cut blouses to emphasize her wonderfully enhanced breasts. She had almost platinum blonde hair which she kept either in a tight pony tail or in pig tails, making her look even younger. Her piercing eyes were almost emerald green. Sherry's skin was completely white so she would never have tan lines as is the preference of most professional strippers. They also wanted to avoid any damage to their skin to reduce the effects of aging. Most of the time, she wouldn't wear a bra. Darryl was mortified but never said a word about it lest she turn on him like a wounded animal. She really had him by the short hairs. Actually, everybody in the office laughed at Darryl behind his back because he was so pussy-whipped.

While I worked there, Sherry would make a point to stop by my office and ask how things were going. Sometimes when Darryl was tied up, she would come in and sit down, crossing her legs so that her tight skirt would ride up to the tops of her thighs. I don't know why she took an interest in me, because at the age of 45, I was 12 years older than her husband. I kept my self in pretty good shape by doing a lot of running, weight lifting, swimming and biking. At six-four and a hard two hundred pounds, I really looked about ten years younger than my real age. However, my salt and pepper hair and the slight graying of my beard gave me away at once. Another feature many people found attractive was my hazel eyes which took on the color of what I was wearing.

Once they had married, Darryl began having to work more than he ever had as his dad was easing himself out of the firm. Therefore, Darryl had begun to eschew exercise, and he began drinking and eating more with the clients. The entertainment part of his job was the main reason his stomach had started to bulge and ooze over his belt, as the rest of his body moved toward complete flabbiness.

I knew Sherry was a tease, and she knew she was a tease. But that did not stop her from coming on to me like a cheap whore. I usually went along with her little games, until the day I was fired. She came by my office while I was cleaning out my desk and said, "I really enjoyed teasing an old man like you, because you looked so much like those losers who sit next to the stage and go gaga over me. I loved it."

"Don't flatter yourself, bitch. You're nothing but a sluttish cunt to me. You always have been and always will be, so go fuck yourself."

She never saw that coming. Her red lipped mouth hung open for a minute, until she wheeled out of my office. Laughing out loud, I hoped Darryl would come flying in here so I could kick his lazy ass. But he didn't. Fucking coward.

I decided I needed a good, stiff drink, so I drove over to Benny's Tavern where I knew a waitress who I'd known for a long time and confided to her often with my troubles. As I walked in the front door, I was immediately aware of two things: a cool rush of air and a pleasant dimness in the lighting. There was nothing better than a semi-dark bar with good air conditioning to help you relax over a few beers.

Slipping into one of the back booths, Lana came over to me and threw a napkin on my table.

"Whadda you want and don't ask me what I got, cause I'm too goddamn busy." This was her way of showing her friendship. She never talked that way except with her good friends. And don't let me run low on the beer."

"What the fuck are you celebrating, Sam?"

"Getting fired."

"Man. That's fucking terrible. What are you going to do?"

"I can get another job with one phone call, so I'll be okay. But, I'm also going give that creep of a former boss, Darryl, a little payback for being such a rat bastard."

"What are you gonna do? Wait. Never mind. I don't wanna know, because I know you are one mean son-of-a-bitch."

"Hey, why would you say that?"

"You remind me of my brothers."

As I sat there drinking, my mood began to sour. I asked myself what I could do to get my revenge on Darryl for screwing me like that. Then I got it; I'll give his bitch wife the screwing of her life whether she wants it or not. Knowing her, once I started sliding my hog into her pussy, I'd own her. A ten inch cock can be very popular if you know how to work it.

A couple of weeks later, one of the writers at my new agency found out through the grape vine that Darryl was going to New York for a week to try to land the Carson and Newman brokerage account. Perfect. Every time Darryl went off on a business trip, Sherry started partying as soon as his plane left the ground. Her favorite thing to do was go pub crawling with a couple of her single girlfriends.

I drove over to her house, parked a half a block away and waited for her to head out. Instead of riding together, they always took their own cars in case they found somebody to take home and fuck.

I followed Sherry as she headed for the interstate leading to the south part of town where all the meat-market bars were located. I saw her cross the lines a couple of times, so I knew she had had a couple of drinks before meeting up with her slut friends.

When she got out of her car, she leaned back on the fender, lit a cigarette and waited for her friends to show up. I took this opportunity to slip quickly inside before she could spot me going in. After I paid the door fee, a gorgeous, well-endowed redhead escorted me to a table in the corner of the room, a little out of the way of the normal flow of traffic. She took my order for a double gin and tonic which I planned to nurse as long as I could.

About the time Ms. 40DD returned with my drink, Sherry and her friends came strutting into the place, paused for a moment to make sure every man in the place had seen them, and headed for a table. When they sat down, they all laughed loudly to attract

In a few moments, a tall, black leggy girl returned to their table with their round of drinks. For the next hour, they ran their waitress ragged with refills and they were getting pretty rowdy. Very few guys who came over to ask for a dance were turned away. As the night went on, I watched them (and especially Sherry) start to grind their pussies against the cocks of the men they were dancing with. Soon all of them had left with a guy to bang except Sherry. Apparently she hadn't found the right guy, so she got a drink to go and left the club. I followed her out to the parking lot and watched as she fumbled for her car keys. Fearing she might get arrested or kill herself before I had my chance with her, I walked over to her and hoped she was too drunk to recognize me.

"Excuse me. Need a little help with that?" She turned to face me and I saw her eyes were glassy and barely focused. She looked me up and down, grinned and said, "Yeah, I do need some help, big boy. You're not some kind of fucking freak are you?"

"Nope. I'm an off-duty cop and I think you'd rather sleep it off at home instead of a drunk tank. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure, but no funny stuff. I ain't some cheap whore. Say, you look kinda familiar. Have we met somewhere?"

"I don't think so. I just moved here from Houston last week," I lied.

I put her in my car and asked for directions to her house even though I knew exactly where to go. She was so drunk, she couldn't even get her house number right, but I didn't tell her that.

When I pulled into here driveway, I parked my car close to the garage at the back of the house, got her out of the car and unlocked her house. I almost had to drag her in. As I put my arm around her waist, I let my hand travel up the contours of her ass up to her braless 38D breasts. She barely noticed as we stumbled up the stairs to the bedroom and dropped her onto her bed. When I did, her short skirt lifted up to the tops of her stockings and I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy was shaved all but a little heart shape just above it. She was still out like a light.

I pulled off her blouse and ran my hands over those luscious globes, pausing to pinch and squeeze her nipples. She moaned softly as I fondled her as I undressed her. There wasn't much work to do as she only had on a blouse, skirt and nylons held up by a garter belt. I pulled her legs apart and raised her ass to put a pillow under it. I then ran my finger down her pussy slit lightly flicking her clit as I did. She moaned again and I felt the juices start to run.

By this time, my cock was about to burst through my pants. I quickly undressed, walked over to where her head lay, and pushed the purple head of my dick between her lips. Surprisingly, she started licking it without regaining full consciousness. I pushed my dick gently between her lips and she opened up to take more of it in. Like the cocksucker she was, she began sucking and slobbering all over it. I could have come in her mouth, but I wanted to wait until I got into that sweet cunt of hers.

I pulled my dick out and trailed it down her breast leaving a thin line of her saliva down her body. I got on the bed between her legs and started gently licking her slit its entire length and paused to suck on her clit. Her moans increased and her hips began to move by instinct as she got wetter and wetter. I sure wouldn't need any lube for my next move. I placed the head of my dick at her wet slit and rubbed it up and down to get the tip good and sloppy. Slowly I pushed the head in and waited for her reaction. She pushed her hips upward and took about three inches in. As her ass began to buck and shake, I heard her mumble, "Fuck me, Darryl. Fuck me good and hard."

She didn't have to say anymore, as I drove my full ten inches into her velvet cunt until my balls slapped against her ass. I held her there for a minute, support myself above her with my arms and slowly slid my cock about half-way out and back in again. Her hips moved spasmodically in rhythm with my thrusts. Finally, I pulled out leaving just the head in and rammed my cock all the way as hard as I could. Her legs flew up on either side of me and wrapped around my ass. I watched her eyes flutter as I repeatedly lunged into her slippery, clutching cunt and she bucked her hips harder and faster. I grabbed her legs and put them on my shoulders to get deeper penetration. She started squeezing my cock and her orgasm approached. When I grabbed her tits, she cried out and thrashed wildly on the bed, as she turned loose the flood of juice screaming "Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuuuuucccckkkkk meeeee."

I held her tightly to kept from cumming. After she stopped, she gasped for breath and our sweat mingled as our bodies slid together. Then I began fucking her some more. This time, I went as hard, as fast and as deeply as I could. The sweat poured as we both went at it like two wild animals. She groaned as I pulled out quickly and flipped her over, grabbed her hips and slammed into her doggie style. Her beautiful ass jiggled as my cock repeatedly hammered her cunt. I could feel her second orgasm build as mine approached as well. She began a low, guttural sound that rose in crescendo until it reached a loudness that I was afraid would cause the neighbors to call the cops. I felt her fuck run down Sherry's legs as I crammed my iron hard cock into her and unleashed a flood of cum. Spurt after spurt shot deeply into her as she pumped her ass back toward me.

Collapsing on the bed, I lodged my cock deep into her unto it finally softened a little and came out with a "plop."

I dozed for a little and woke up with another boner. Although the sun was beginning to creep up the morning sky, I stared as her firm round ass and told myself that I absolutely had to fuck her there before I left. I reached into the nightstand beside the bed and found a tube of K-Y jelly. Using my middle finger, I began probing and lubing her cute brown hole until I could get two, then three fingers in. She was now stirring and was waking as she felt the anal intrusion. Without looking back (probably thinking I was Darryl), she hummed pleasurably. I covered my cock with the jelly and started working the head into her hole. She gasped as the head popped in and she reached around to grab my ass. As I pushed deeper, her breathing became labored and her sphincter squeezed my cock. She was so tight, I felt my orgasm building very quickly. Just as I felt my cock start to shoot off, her own orgasm broke with a tremendous intensity and she yelled, "Oh, god, Darryl. Fuck my ass. You know you love it. Pound me in my ass. Dump all of your cum in me."

I slipped my cock out of her slippery asshole and got up to get dressed. Sherry just laid there with a contented smile on her face and said, "That was incredible, honey. I'm so glad you got home early."

When I got to the bedroom door, I didn't look back and said, Yeah, it was good, slut. I hope you give your husband that kind of fucking when he gets home."

As she howled and jumped from the bed, she became entangled in the sheets and fell to the floor, slightly stunning herself when she bumped her head.

"Wait! Stop! You raped me you bastard."

By the way, I yelled as I walked out the front door, Darryl's plane landed about 45 minutes ago and it's only a 30 minute drive from here. As I pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street, I stopped and looked into my rear view mirror and saw Darryl wheel his BMW in and head through the front door. I wondered if he could smell her before he saw her.

Welcome home, buddy